I’ve Been Reincarnated into a Man Eating Flower ~Revenge~ ~Till the Day I Eat Him~

The day after Rongkura was taken.

We were gathered in a meeting room at the training center to hear from Ivy what was happening to her when she murdered an Imperial envoy.

"Rongkura is currently imprisoned in a cell beneath the castle. The investigation of the case is difficult, and the disposition is pending until proven guilty."

Hearing that, Red Wings relieved himself of his chest.

For her, who thought she would soon be executed, the word suspension of disposition must have been a salvation.

(Probably no coincidence) I was next door, too, giving a soothing look and resonating with Red Wings.

But Ivy didn't break his rugged look.

"But it would still be reasonable to assume that the four alleged to have participated in the raid with Rongkura are dead. Rongkura must have been hit by a mysterious anima that he saw."

There is not much reaction to that word.

Because as of yesterday, that was something everyone was sure of.

"And earlier, I was delighted with the word" pending disposition. "

Yeah, in advance, Ivy ran out of clarity.

"Murder is basically a capital offence in the Kingdom of Legnatrics, and unless there is so much justification, it will most likely be executed"

Death row. Execution.

Hearing those words, once again the face of the red-winger that I had re-held turned pale.

When I whisper my back because I feel so bad, Red Wings says "thank you" in a small voice.

Colorful flowers seemed to wonder at the exchange between me and Red Wings.

"I'm guessing the disposition is on hold because you're people from different worlds. Do you apply the laws of this country to people in different worlds, where the intellectuals are rubbing them? But... the number of people killed is the number of people, and they came with an important messenger, and that doesn't absolve them from execution."

In addition, I must have a headache as head of the Knights because peace negotiations with the Empire will also be blank and relations will deteriorate even further.

"I heard they put you in a letter, but have you found the killer?

I asked if Mizuki could be Ivy.

This guy doesn't really change when he comes to another world.

"I haven't found it. But if there was an instigator, the question is why did the only peacekeepers know about the coming of an Imperial envoy?"

"Is it bad enough that our students are executed?

"It's bad for Senichiro, but he's killed too many people. No matter how much the spy is to blame, sin will not escape"

Rubbing Red Feather's back, I think a little bit about who Senichiro is.

Speaking of which, was that the name under Dr. Mizuki?

"It will be a shocking event for you. If you got into a spy, it's my responsibility too. I'm sorry, it would have been avoided if I had been stronger."

"Don't apologize, Mr. Ivy. Because it is true that our people have killed people. You deserve to be judged according to the laws of this world."

Gui said to speak for all voices.

It's not Ivy's fault, that's all that's clear.

Or if they say whose fault it is, it's definitely my fault.

We were told that the meeting was closed with Ivy's apology and that today's training was cancelled.

We were told on the spot to disperse and leave the room at each time.

Colorful flowers have always been with (and are supposed to be) friendly girls.

Dr. Mizuki is with Ivy.

I thought Red Wings was going out with Hirose and Gui, and they were following me.

"What?"

Staring at her face, she stared at me.

Well, if you're nostalgic, that's fine.

Out of the room I found Pranas standing in the hallway.

Ivy, who wanted to pass in front of Planus, talks a word or two with her and disappears somewhere with Dr. Mizuki early to say goodbye.

Pranas looked resentful at Ivy's hindsight like that.

"Mr. Akaba, I'm sorry, I have an errand to run."

"Oh, hey, wait, I have some errands for the white pack too!

Red feathers pulling clothes and holding me back.

"What's an errand?

"I need to talk to you."

"Well, wait in front of my room. 'Cause I'll be right there."

"Mmm... you're in a good position to keep me waiting for you in the white pack. Okay, I'll go first."

Though plucked, Red Wings head to my room. [M]

Or too honest and disgusting the other way around.

When I made sure she disappeared across the hallway, I approached Planus, who kept staring in the direction Ivy disappeared.

"Hello, Mr. Planus"

"Are you... Mr. Misaki Shirotsume, were you"

When I call my name, I get a response back with a hectic voice.

That's surprising, you're almost new to each other and they know your name.

Ivy must be asking me a lot.

"What can I do for you?

"I wanted to talk to you about Dr. Mizuki and Mr. Ivy."

"What... do those two have to do with me?

So I wonder if you're going to be deluded.

He must be a clumsy person, too easy to understand the changes in his expression.

Was the subtle look on Ivy's face when he was looking behind him, after all, jealous?

I have a feeling Dr. Mizuki's gonna take Ivy away from me, and I guess I don't care.

"He seems famous for his quick hands, so if you're going to deal with it, you better hurry before it's too late."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"And my childhood training, because that's why he fucked me."

"Become..."

I dare to use shocking words to crush Planus' vanity.

At this point, tell yourself that you are damaged, let's pretend not to see it.

Still, I'm a really bad liar.

It would be like saying "I like Ivy” if I had such a blatant reaction.

Me and Planus feel alike.

A wrapping atmosphere, or unconditionally bullied human traits, weaknesses, and such parts are similar.

But she's not like me, she's a fine success as a magician.

I'm sure that's because, at one point, there was a "someone” who pulled his hand and at one point pushed his back.

That's Ivy.

Maybe Ivy was a hero to Planus.

Not a friend, but an object of further admiration.

Ivy, who has no delicacy, must not have noticed it.

Dr. Mizuki has spoken to me and I'm giving him a weird colour tone, and I keep hurting Planus unconsciously.

There was no way I could overlook that situation, which is also the victim of Dr. Mizuki.

"I gave you some advice."

"How could you do that to me?

"I don't want him to feel good about Mizuki, that's all."

That's what I'm saying, I'm leaving.

Now I don't know if Planus will move to get Ivy back.

Hopefully, Ivy and Dr. Mizuki will interrupt before we have a relationship we can't go back to.

Nothing. I don't even want them to be happy.

Anyway, I just want Dr. Mizuki to be as unhappy as possible.

I'm not going to kill you anyway, but I don't want you to ever have any good thoughts until then.

I hope so.

◇ ◇ ◇

When I finished my conversation with Planus and went back to the front of the room, the red feathers fell against the wall and waited.

There is grump in the trick of kicking the floor with your toes.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's late. Damn it, let me in the room."

"What, are you going in?

"It's not natural, are you going to talk while standing in the hallway?

"I think the hallway is better than my room."

When I opened the door of the room while we talked about it, Red Wings glanced at me.

Though the cleaning and tidiness made it look better compared to the first, Shinji Warehouse is a warehouse.

I can't help but look like a poor minister compared to the other rooms in the dormitory.

"You can live in a room like this often, I respect that."

"Haha, it's not that bad when you get used to it. Oh, I don't have a chair, so just sit back on the tar."

"Tal..."

The red feather cheeks caught on.

This room does not envisage welcoming others.

The crate replaces the table, and the only container just the right height to use as a chair is Tal.

"When I look in this room, I think my troubles are so tiny."

"People are dead, so there's no comparison."

"White stuffs are miserable enough to die."

"... well,"

"I knew I'd thought about that reaction, suicide or something. That's right, you know..."

I've never really thought about it.

It's not that I didn't kill myself enough, it's just that I couldn't afford to think about killing myself.

But if I did die, I guess it would have been easier now.

I don't even want to think about dying now that I've got the means to get revenge.

"Something just made me brave right now"

"Why?"

"I was really going to talk to you about your troubles, but you weren't listening to the guy with the worse eyes."

"What's troubling... is something wrong?

I dare you to ask.

I know, though.

"It's trivial. I'm just wondering if I'm the culprit in this letter."

"Oh... that's not trivial! We have to deny it properly!

"Haha, you make me so desperate. Yes, because they're not very close anyway."

"But!"

"I don't care. I don't care. We'll all forget about it soon anyway."

It was a light red feather, but as much as you bother to tell me, it's really hard to decide.

The point is, you wanted an ally, that's why you came to my room.

And I became on her side as she wished, relieving her anxiety.

This way, little by little, we have to go with her trust.

◇ ◇ ◇

It was then another week later that Rongkura's disposition was concluded.

In the end, the punishment that gives her is extreme punishment, as Ivy said.

The Wang capital, Caputo, has an execution site using pre-epochal guillotines, where they are killed in front of the audience.

I was satisfied from the bottom of my heart when I heard about being exposed.

Glad I missed it.

Wouldn't it be a great spectacle to make up for what you couldn't prey on?

Execution takes place in three days.

I was surprised at the short time between the decision and execution, and I was interested.

The sooner the better.

Because it's weird and prolonged, and it's a pain in the ass if they try to find the killer.

When I heard about the decision to execute him, Red Wings, who had been rejuvenated by his time with me over the past week, got stuck again.

Hirose, who says that the childhood tame who lost her friend, is depressed, doesn't even comfort her by just punching into training, which is the gist of a favor.

Naturally, I was the only one on whom Red Wings depended.

He came to my room yesterday and yesterday, and exchanges conversations, not doing anything in particular.

It was just that, her heart seemed to be saved.

People call it dependency.

If you found out you depended on ”that” white stuffing, what would you think of the previous Red Wings?

As the day of execution draws near, Red Wings leans on me for depression and peace.

I gave her all my disgust and continued to comfort her with devotion.