"My sister, who was supposed to have been sold, came back..."
The moment she heard such a mother's words, Ellea suddenly felt like this house was not her place.
I feel like someone else in my family, and my sister's arms holding my body seem like a creepy foreign object.
Most of all, it's creepy - that my mother said it all without any evil.
Ellea has yet to embrace reality.
Because he wasn't even given time to calm down to reveal too much truth.
If, really, the word "sold” that your mother used to say is true...
She thought it was strange.
There shouldn't have been room for that in the household, but why is the house new?
Ellea had divided her hands and feet as the Virgin, and her parents had received money for it.
That should have been used to pay off the overlapping debt to make up for the cost of living since his father's right arm was no longer available.
I think he said he paid it off, but I don't even think he could make enough money to be that extravagant in forestry.
There is one answer derived from it.
After all, Ellea was sold.
Not by kidnapping, etc., but by the will of the family.
"Eh, what shall we talk about next..."
Parra is in a good mood with Nico and continues to talk almost unilaterally as she sits in a chair across from Ellea.
As you can see, it is also true that Parra is welcoming Ellea back.
That was unnecessarily confusing her.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot something important."
"Important?
"I mean, are you a person? Either way. No, we need to get Ver anyway!
Pearla gets up in a hurry when she sits in a chair and tries to leave the room.
"What... Wait, Perla!
The voice won't reach her.
Ellea sighed loudly when she heard the footsteps going away.
Ver is a childhood tame in Ellea, a man his age.
I live in the house next door and have known each other as deeply as my family since I was a young girl.
We weren't lovers to each other, but we were sure we had pale feelings for each other.
But since Ellea became her current body, she had been kept at a little distance.
I did have a desire to see you again - but fear outweighs that emotion.
It didn't take much longer for Parra to get back.
The footsteps approaching the room are increasing to two.
"Sister, I'm home!
When I entered the room, the only person who gave a voice was Parra, and I can't hear Ver.
But obviously not like her, with a mixed smell of men.
It was obvious that he was there.
"Ver......"
"Long time no see, Ellea"
The tone of voice returned was low.
He wasn't very bright from the beginning, but I can tell he's honestly not happy to be reunited with Ellea again either.
Is it because the relationship was so messed up before the separation, or...
"Well, don't even stand there. Sit here."
"Oh, yeah"
And also, Ellea feels uncomfortable.
Because, as my parents had changed the way they called me, Parra had also called me out about Ver for some reason.
It should have been Ver "mr.” before.
I thought Ellea was only a year, but the month of a year is longer than I imagined, and it changes people?
"I have a report for your sister."
"What's going on?
"Actually, me and Ver are getting married this time - eh!
"Patchy Patchy!" said Pearla, slapping her hand as she said herself.
"What, marriage? Uh, when, no..."
There's no way I can honestly bless you or anything.
To the bewildered Ellea, but Parra continues to talk in a floating manner, as always.
"It was about two months after your sister disappeared. Ver comforted me and made me a lover. Actually, I was nervous when I cummed out that your sister was sold, not kidnapped, but Ver told me she still liked me. I was so happy!
To Pearla, who talks as normal, Ellea no longer even knows what to ask.
How can you say the fact that you sold yourself so easily?
Besides, Ver knew.
No, in his case, that's why I wasn't motivated to reunite with her.
Maybe it's just better if you're still conscious of sin.
Even so - I don't think it's sane to say that you decide to marry Perla after tolerating it.
"Wow, it's me, I have no idea what Parra's talking about."
"What? Oh, well... your sister liked Ver, too. I'm sorry, but Ver chose me. But it's okay, me and Ver will take good care of your sister, so now it's time for us all to be happy!
I can understand the meaning of words, but my brain doesn't accept them.
attempt to eliminate them as foreign objects.
Reality like this should be discarded, not seen.
But there is also a limit to the amount that can be discarded.
Ellea's ideal was being shattered by a drama named Word Pushing Like Turbulence.
The only other fantasy she can take anymore is the hilariousness of saying "it could all be a joke”.
In an attempt to somehow turn that fantasy into reality, Ellea asks Perla desperately.
"No! No, it's not...! Why, why is Pearla... yeah, it's not just Pearla. How can your father and mother be so flat? Flat out, can you tell me you sold me!
I want you to tell me, it's a joke.
Laughing, he said it was all a farce to cheat Ellea so far.
Then Ellea gets a little angry, and that's it.
But - Reality (Perla) words easily smash fantasies (Erlea).
"Sister, why are you angry? That's what I've been doing."
"... Huh?
"Your sister gave me eyes. He gave your father his right arm. Saved some people, and gave us money. Every time, your sister laughed happily. He said he could save us all on his own. That's why I just did it again this time..."
Stunning.
Now the monster right next to me - yes, or was it something I created?
Ellea remembered Friesha's words to the lid.
"Well, it's like, to the happiness of my family, Ellea has nothing to do with it."
Absolutely, you're right.
Ellea has given free love to her family, free and also dedicated her flesh.
That, the awareness that the result of not trying to ask for consideration - is that it is normal to be given something by Ellea (...). values.
My behavior as a Virgin has created a monster that I call my own family, which I can't help but straighten out.
- I was wrong.
Yourself.
- You were right.
Cape and Friesha are the ones.
Then Ellea can say that if it's all her fault, then it's different.
It's all too unreasonable to push that this is all her sole responsibility.
"That's enough, this is how I came home safe. All you have to do is untie yourself a little bit and get along."
Ver said.
"That's right, sister. We were just terrible this time, too, and I'm reflecting a little bit. That's why your fathers were looking for your sister."
Parra said.
Ellea seemed like her heart could be torn apart - oh, so much so that I thought it would be easier to straighten her out and die, I endured the feeling of a black mass of dirt creeping up my chest.
You shouldn't spit it out.
That's because Ellea has always been, really, an emotion in the depths of her mind that has been covered.
Yeah, no one, even the Virgin, doesn't have negative feelings.
It must exist somewhere in your mind, and the point is the question of how far you can keep it down.
Ellea's will was strong, so I've been able to push any irrationality in front of her before - just as she was, it was already the limit.
"I'll take good care of the bathroom, and I'll even feed you some rice. Hey, shall we get along like before?
When negative emotions appear on the table, you see what you've overlooked so far.
Parra said, as if to teach a child.
I've thought that was her kindness.
But no.
"Ahhhhhh..."
It's like - for example, with a tone of voice that you use against your pet.
I mean, that's what happened.
What is the ”family” where Parra, her father, and her mother say to Ellea?
It's not a word we use against the same people, it's a word we use against obedient, stupid things (...) that admire ourselves even when we take our hands, our feet, our eyes...
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
I couldn't contain it, I screamed.
"Ohhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
As he rammed, fell out of his chair, and crawled through the ground, he shouted.
Keep screaming in a plundering voice, even if your throat hurts and hurts and you're about to rub it off.
I've kept it deep in my chest - I don't even know who it's been suppressing for now, spitting out all the blacker emotions.
Scream, scream, scream.
"No, no, no. Ooh! I'm, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh!
Parra rushes up to her rambling sister and holds her up in confusion.
You can't shake her arm off with Ellea's hands and feet.
To Ellea, who constantly rumbles and screams, Perla repeats as if to abandon her child.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, because I really feel sorry for your sister"
To Ellea's ear, the words only sounded like they were turning their nerves upside down.
Although Ver got up for now, he pulled into a rambling Ellea and there's no way to get any closer.
There was no one here who understood her emotions.
"Ha, ha, ha, let go. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
"No, sister, because if you make that much noise, it's a neighborhood nuisance. Ver, can I get that cloth towel over there?
"... ok"
When Parra rounded the cloth towel she received from Verre, she did not hesitate to stick it into Erlea's mouth.
"Ah, ngoooooooooooooooooooooo!
"The truth is, I don't want to do this either, 'cause it's bad for your sister to get busted"
And Ellea, who moves her hands and feet desperately with a jitter, gently put her to bed.
He really seems to think that way that if you leave him alone, he'll grow up.
"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
Still, Ellea keeps spitting out the voiceless screams.
'Don't be ridiculous, I'm human, but I'm the same person as everyone else!
Even though I knew it wouldn't arrive, I still couldn't help but scream.
'I didn't ask for anything in return. No, I'm glad we're all happy, but that's it!
The truth is, I wanted to live as a normal girl.
"Come on, I didn't... I didn't give you my eyes because I wanted to be treated like a livestock."
If I could have stayed alive, I could have stayed in Ingratus and made love to Ver.
It could have been me, not Perla, getting married.
Even those trivial dreams no longer work.
"Give it back, give it back. Oh, give it back. Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Is it permissible to live happily ever after in a world where only the people who take it away live?
Good people should be happy.
But...... Ellea found out during her journey with the Cape that she wasn't.
Malice is always unreasonable, easily tramples on goodwill and takes everything away.
I was going to give.
But no.
Ellea has only ever been taken.
"Ugh, guh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
The scream eventually replaces the whimper, and Ellea weeps at her own helplessness.
Where I screamed for it to be returned, nothing would come back.
The family doesn't even feel the blame of conscience.
"Help."
I don't even have that power left in Ellea to take it away.
"Somebody, help me"
She fell to the bottom of despair, and the last person she met...
'Misaki... Help me, please... Huh!
- I should have hated myself the most, I was a vengeful ghost.
It means begging for help from people who treat people's lives like garbage scum.
Knowing that, it keeps getting to the Cape.
Even if the salvation to be given was to destroy this town.
"Still... okay..."
Just if you can save yourself.
If you need yourself as a human being, not as a tool, not as a pet.
I don't care about other people's lives.
I don't care anymore about families who don't skip themselves.
"Uh-oh... Uh-oh, ho-ho..."
Cape is not a hero.
Convenient, I don't expect you to come because you called me.
In the first place, Ellea has hated the Cape.
I even let you take care of all kinds of things, and yet you come to help someone you hate?
"I'm not coming... I'm supposed to, and yet..."
Ellea felt signs of a third party (...) breaking into the room.
That's one girl who sets up a knife and sticks it to Ver.
Bu, gu, gu.
A silver blade sinks into a man's neck.
Sliding parallel with a pierced knife overflowed the wound with puffiness and blood.
"Shh, shh... shh..."
Ver spits a lot of blood out of his mouth and falls to the ground.
What you're doing isn't heroic.
It's just murder.
Besides, he said that it was childhood taming that he was in love with - and now Ellea only saw the headland nestled with a bloody knife as a savior.
That's when she realized the truth.
Saving myself wasn't an angel or a god, it was a cape......
"Sorry, I broke my promise. You said you wouldn't get your hands on me."
A cape that approaches Ellea, who is put to bed, and takes out a cloth towel stuffed in her mouth.
"I don't mind. He's here, that's just it, that's enough......!
Look at Ellea, the Cape is convinced.
I don't even know the details of the conversation that took place in this room, but she knows everything.
And - after despair, he asked himself for help.
So I knew all the answers, but I dare ask.
"What does Ellea want to do with this town, the people who live here?
She answers with a full grin as she zeroes her tears and tears.
Don't get lost, in a clear tone.
With only one person, the Cape, pointing the trust that has been directed in all directions.
"Everybody... Perla, your father, your mother, everyone, Mi-na... mess it up and kill it!
Hearing the reply, the Cape touches Ellea's cheek with a heartfelt love, nodding.
Ellea also stares at the Cape lovingly narrowing her eyes.
The moment the two minds first came together.
It meant the end of a town called Ingratus.