Ippanjin Enpou Yori Kaeru. Mata Hatara Kaneba!

I want what I want because I don't get it that way.

As you grow a little bigger, you become a game console, cosmetics, fashion magazine accessory, a car, home, and a new friend, companion, boyfriend, or girlfriend who is not an object.

Now, what happens if the assumption of "I want" collapses because I can't get it?

Now that you can get it without any difficulty, will your desire for what you originally wanted disappear?

No, that's not true.

I don't want it anymore, but if I can get it, it's a creature called a human.

This creates a flow of demand and supply.

This first touch does not in any way determine whether it is necessary "in the true sense".

Because one of the most important points is that I want it, and whether or not it is necessary is the next element.

Well, if it is. If that's the case.

Is it possible that pushing in desire and putting up patience in the name of control is inherently unhealthy as a creature?

When the door opens, I hear a footsteps of someone entering the chapel.

The concrete floor is engraved with tricks and regular rhythm, and there is a slight variation in the sound of the one who follows.

A slightly unbalanced way of walking.

Beyond them is a man kneeling down and crushing something.

"Melanie. Melanie Kellogg"

A woman who was called Melanie stood up, answering the prayer gesture of kneeling and clapping.Even the shoes worn from top to bottom are pure white clothing, plus white that makes the skin clear, and thin, long and thin golden hair coming from foreign blood muscles.

Looking back and smiling slightly looks like a devout believer devoting himself to faith.

"Oh, that's unusual. I can't believe you're coming to this cathedral for God's salvation."

The woman called Melanie smiles funny with her hands together.

"I'm an atheist.Unfortunately, to me, to Akitoshi, I have no connection with that god.And if you seek salvation, I will ask the more majestic sect, the true and honest priests.Ask someone else to do it. "

"Kenshaw, are you saying that I'm not honest and honest?I've been trying so hard to spread the word of my God. "

"I don't mind if you take the liberty of teaching on the side of the road.Think about time and place. "

"Anyway, the place is perfect."

There seems to be something hidden in a silk veil behind this closed room, which Melanie calls a cathedral, with no windows.Probably a cross, a Buddha statue, or something as a subject of such faith.

I don't know what Melanie's “God” is, but it might be a good place to be.

"Faith is not forced by others, but by being close to everyday life, and as a result, by nature."

Sitting on a bench facing the curtain, Akitoshi Surfs Garcia talks to Kenshaw at Melanie.

"I'm sure you're right to think so.But I want to “cum” as much as I want. "

Melanie's first smile left no doubt in her voice.I wonder what kind of words she said she wanted to cum.

Do you want to go, live or...?

"... well, I'm not here to talk about it.Melanie, it looks like they found out what they had prepared downstairs. "

"Oh! I can't believe you're here in Japan!... which one, by the way? "

Showed her head in surprise.Then suddenly the atmosphere suddenly floats.Even if it is wrong, it is not an aura issued by those who claim to be priests.

"The fat one you gave me the other day."

"... fat? Who?"

It's an expression that I can't think of at all.

It's like putting your index finger in your mouth and thinking a little bit.It doesn't seem to be on purpose, it really doesn't seem to come to mind.

Looking at it, Akitoshi thinks, “This is the kind of woman.”

"A small wealthy collector named Long Boat.In addition to what was needed, I would have scattered a lot of money.Do you think it's better to remember a little? "

You finally remembered it with Akitoshi's help, but your expression turned bright.

"Oh, um! Yeah, I remember, I remember.He was the one who made many donations for my God and finally gave himself up.Really, Osa... it was Fune.Speaking of which, it was certainly a terrible and ugly body.It was really hard to handle.If it stays that way, it's just a little dirty meat.No, because it took too much time and effort not to be a gift. "

When she talks with a smile, Akitoshi remains faceless.Never reveal your emotions.

This woman is poison. Besides, it is poisonous enough to rot just by touching it, which is boiled in a particularly abominable simmer.

“Unfinished imitation", which is made to resemble a clear Shizuku in the sky, sweet and fragrant.

One of the goals was to follow a different path from the Simulator (Demi Psychic).

"But there's only one place that's been exposed yet.If there is no problem with the rest, it should work fine.That's what I told you. "

"Kenshaw? Unfortunately, when it works without any problems, it works perfectly, so it's completely different.Nevertheless, I can't believe there's someone who understands it. "

"Shit! It's a ritual, but it's just something you enjoyed."

Phew, Kenshaw answered with a tongue when Melanie sighed.

I'm not here, but if I borrow the words of a coffee shop clerk, I don't want to empathize with a woman who calls the smelly Christmas party a “ritual.”

"We need to pick up and divert the mysterious objects that were originally used for another purpose, and use the replacement of the Woman's Loess Clay to activate it with support.Nevertheless, old ones are fragile.Rituals are needed to increase the chances of success.Yes, you've explained many times that you need a fresh sacrifice. "

"The killer is a fool."

Discard the possibility of conversation in that you do not recognize any act as abominable murder.I even feel disgusted that the things that produced this woman were grown from the same roots as ourselves in the past.

You can feel the obvious difference in spirituality in harming people.

Originally, when it comes to such acts, hesitation arises first.It is normal for an act of aggression against a fellow being as an organism to produce such a patrol.

Only by “getting used to it" and "folding it” will humans reduce the rug of that moment.

Training in combat skills, training of soldiers, firearms and missiles from evasion of direct acts may also be a compromise.

(What do you mean there's no such thing?)

Melanie's behavior does not stand up to such hesitation, nor does it convince her.

It's as if something like that was missing from the beginning.

Can I finish with a short circuit conclusion that it is “broken” straight away?

Kenshaw didn't think of himself as a matomo at all, but if the approach was different, he didn't think that he had transformed differently so far and was out of step with the general public until he joined as an emergency evacuation.

Certainly, there are some crazy thoughts that can only be crushed as a dangerous group.

"All for my God."

"So I can't let anything get rid of.... and? What does the Oracle of God say? "

"Still silent in the darkness.But when the time comes, and he wakes up, the ignorant will know for themselves.Everything changes when you wake up. I'll see you then. "

Yes, Melanie snaps, gently closes her eyes and begins to pray.

"... Oracle. A message from God or a madman's delusion.Or it could be a whisper from the devil.I don't think it would be foolish to try to solve it by just one person.... this is what fanaticism is about. "

Akitoshi Surface Garcia snaps at her with a deaf little voice.

Member of the Japanese branch of "New World Oracle", a collaborator of "True Blue" in Japan.

It was born out of the same roots as them and can be said to be a different kind of growth.

With a spoonful of beauty, the poisonous Shizuku drops into the tranquil everyday vessel, slowly releasing a strange odor.