Five days have passed since you were not here.
One room in the apartment, which had been rewritten in my name, is now a mushroom. Instead of a sense of life, I don't even know if it's really the environment people lived in.
Because space magic kept all the memories between you and your parents, who believed and raised me as their own children, inside me.
And I saw a print seal taken in the game center behind my phone.
There, I was alone in the picture, and the way you were supposed to be lying next to me was gone,
The only letters that should have been written "mm & ich" were in mm.
Unnatural Extreme, Staring at my treasures that have been defiled.
It's not just this picture, it's gone from your middle school graduation roster, from your phone book, from your residence card, from my number, and from the memory of everyone but me.
I fall asleep on the flooring floor with nothing on it.
This world treats you as if you weren't there from the beginning.
Of course, I'm pregnant with a lot of contradictions. It's synonymous with the fact that if you decide that you weren't there for each person, you would change everything in that world.
But nobody cares about that. The world doesn't realize that.
Except for me, I decided I didn't have everything you had.
If such a thing is someone who can change the world, it's not a person. Life that doesn't fit into a person's realm.
(... you goddess)
I glanced at the ceiling - at the killer who wasn't there.
Without the goddess, you'd be dead, I know that.
But still, I can never forgive the sin of trampling memories of being with me.
The star of the place where you disappeared is on.
Five days ago, there was a truck accident, from which a horse fled in large numbers.
Fortunately, the truck driver, the man suspected of being a horse thief, was slightly injured. No one else was injured, that's what was reported.
I was convinced you were there and I started investigating.
I showed him the CCTV footage of the convenience store directly in front of him, making him say things to the money, and I looked it up.
One horse made an unnatural move, as if he had stepped on something he couldn't see.
I'm sure you were there.
But there's already no trace of magic on the scene.
To another world - the road leading to Azawald will not open from there.
I took out a single signature pen and started writing formulas on the floor.
There is legality in the place and the time when the doors that lead to different worlds open.
For the past five days I have devoted myself to finding places where the doors of different worlds have opened in the past from all angles.
Because it was easier to determine the law with more data.
And from twenty years ago until your metastasis, five times, I find out that the metastasis was occurring. All you have to do is derive the law from it and then go where the door opens.
It's not just information, it's an easy task rather than fully reading stock price movements dictated by people's emotions.
And I even kept writing formulas on the floor.
Curtains, beds, tables, in that room with nothing.
To see you again.
I'm sure you're in Azawald, suffering without knowing the right or left.
In that world without gas or electricity.
So I have to help you soon.
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Occupation: Player [Civilian LV30]
This is what happened if I stayed in the job as a civilian.
A profession that remembers slightly unusual skills.
SPECIAL EXP REQUIREMENTS: Interact with the opposite sex.
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... What a profession.
By virtue of the fact that vocational appraisal skills have become vocational appraisal II, a description of the profession has been seen and the necessary conditions for obtaining experience have also been known.
Farmers found it to be crop harvesting, pedestrians selling traded goods, etc.
However, I decided to refrain from buying the traded goods because only people in the Merchant Guild could buy them.
As he was rocked by the carriage, he checked the profession and skills he possessed and closed his eyes in this recently liberated profession of player.
I mean, you can interact with the opposite sex. That's what I mean.
I gave Hal my right hand.
"... Hal, shake my hand"
"Yes, sir"
Set your profession as a player and shake hands.
Naturally, nothing happens. I don't know what to do.
Hmm, what a vegan profession...
Twelve hours on the carriage, the sun set and the sun rose again.
It's morning. My ass is hurting from the rocking carriage, and I honestly don't feel like I slept with it.
"We'll be in town in about an hour."
I feel like I heard the same line half an hour ago, but, well, the road is a little bit, but it's getting ready. How many times have mountain roads really been woken up by rattles?
Most importantly, passengers other than me (including Hal) were a big deal, and there were no signs of some shaking.
If it happened, it would be about the time of a restroom break at the stables where I stopped to exchange horses with your wife along the way.
By the way, when it comes to toilet breaks, the toilet place was grassy though.
It has also been five hours since that bathroom break. I want to go to the bathroom again, I thought so.
"Um, Master, how long should I hold your hand?
Oh, yeah, I was wondering if I could hold Hal's tail forever because he kept shaking it extended, but if it stays like this, it does hurt my gaze around.
I let go of my hand in a hurry - it was then.
Hal's eyes sharpen.
"Master, I can smell more than one person's blood. Supposedly attacked by demons. From the smell of blood, it would be a rather dangerous situation."
Hal told me.
"... close?
"The more you run, about five minutes."
"Grandma of your lord! They say people are being attacked by demons! Stop the carriage, please!
If I speak to a man about fifty years old, the man turns to me,
"It's everyday tea here. That won't stop the carriage! If you don't get there in time, your pay cut will make you eat up."
And the response came back. Japan and I have completely different values.
The same goes for the other passengers. He's not going to get involved.
"Then we're going down here! Fine!
You can't stop the carriage.
"I don't mind. Hal, let's go."
"Yes, sir"
That's what we said, jumped off the carriage.
I know it's a nasty personality myself, but my second life started because of it.
I'll live like I want to!
We successfully landed off the road and went into the woods in the morning.