Kono Sekai ga Game da to, Ore dake ga Shitte Iru

- Why, Darkschneider had to die.

In the meantime, I'll have Suthern sitting up for questioning and putting a stone on my lap...... instead I put on a kuma that came from somewhere and said, "Hi-no!" or so I screamed and threw up in a zero comma second.

Well, before the interrogations, I said to myself, this guy tried to wash the penetrating gloves, and he used the attack magic of the water system.

On second thought, I feel already scratchy at the point of washing leather products with water, but attack magic for laundry or whatever you think this is the worst laundry, no, it's a choice.

The weapon is also one of the items with HP, so naturally it breaks when attacked, but the defense still depends on the number of attacks the weapon itself has.

So, of course, the piercing gloves that Southern has are the lowest class of defense.

Besides, the endurance of the piercing glove itself is also very low, with only 40 HP.

This won't even stand the magic of a runaway mage.

Now, I don't know what to do with this guy, but when I'm in front of Suthern,

"Ah, Mr. Soma! You left!

You heard the noise, and when Ena showed her face in the hall, she ran this way with great momentum.

"Yes, Ena!?

Given the effect of Ena's compassion ring on her increased HP, I wonder if "if the human talent value with the other ring was higher than my own, I would multiply the value of half of that difference by my talent value".

Assuming that's correct, Ena's agility is certainly about 120 a little faster than that of a regular person, and my agility value is up to 300 in doping, so Ena with the ring on should be up to 210.

I'm getting used to it a little bit and I almost no longer fall in my everyday life, but if I move as hard as I can like this...

"Ena! Hey, stop!

I dare to speak of restraint, but it was just a little late.

"Huh!? Hi-ha, hi-ha!!

Ena slipped on the floors that were flooded because of Southern,

"Ogu!

He punched his head in my stomach, rolled up to me and Suthern, out of balance, and he fell over.

Ena is a good quality Dodger who really doesn't live up to her expectations.

I mean, he's annoying.

"Soma, are you back?! I was so worried."

Badly in between, that's when Leila turned up from across the door.

Were you cooking, Layla with a knife in her hand, looking at me, revealing her delight for a moment...

"... ah"

I didn't even have time to think about it.

The expression fell out of Leila's face when she saw my posture, and the light went out of her eyes.

"... so, crumbs loose"

Karan, and the knife falls and instead appears on your left hand, nostalgic our Death Bringer.

"Stop! Hey! Suthern must be no-count. Ooh!

The moment when the blade sticks out, ignoring the words you shouted badly during your predecessor's life, without question.

Soon I saw you escaping from our side, clapping your hands together.

"I'm sorry, Soma. Also, my body moved on its own..."

"Buh, there's a black knuckle, 'cause it's okay. Look, I'm pimped."

Good, and Layla smiles at Yamato himself, but his left hand still holds a Death Bringer, and his cut is perfectly against my left chest.

... Scary.

What are you afraid of, I'm afraid Leila's a full smile.

It's not just a smile for intimidation, it's a cloudless, pure smile.

With that swinging, happy face, I'm writing a letter (...) that circles my left breast with a Death Bringer.

... sounds like a lie.

Maybe this is sweet.

Where do Yandere people remember these wrong expressions of affection?

Does instinct understand it from birth?

Is it a natural bone yandele?

Jandere is scary.

"... more than that"

Hiya, and it was Mitsuki who caught Layla's collar neck and pulled her away from me.

I thought it was helpful, so I turned my gratitude glance to Mitsuki, but Mitsuki didn't see this one.

"What happened to dinner? I think it's time."

We're the ones who went out on our own until a good time, but we don't even say it every time.

Apparently, what helped me was just the result, and the truth was I was just hungry.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Cooking, I'll get you ready!

All you have to do is finish, so wait about fifteen minutes!

I was in a hurry to get back in the kitchen, and Leila asked me if I could help her.

"... soma"

They pulled the hem off my clothes from behind, and I swallowed the words in my mouth.

"Southern? What's going on?

I thought it would be about apples to do this, but it was Southern who pulled my clothes.

"Shut up and follow me"

I told you, he walked outside without waiting for my reply.

I have no choice but to follow.

"Oh, man. Where are you going!

I thought you were going to some room, and Suthern got out of the house.

Still following the rest, Suthern stopped at the corner of the garden.

"Here."

"You, what is this..."

When I saw what Suthern pointed at, I turned my eyes round.

The place was clearly given an elongated wooden plate that had not existed until yesterday.

That's like an impromptu tomb.

No, it's like, not, I guess Suthern was gonna do that.

Because the name engraved on that wooden plate was "Darkschneider".

"... ha"

Something made me weak all at once.

Even this guy works hard to be this guy.

...... stupid though.

Looking closely, Southern's clothes seemed heavy by inhaling water.

I haven't even dressed since, and I guess I've been building this graveyard all my life.

Fool or not, but this guy's passion is real.

"Soma. Um, I'm sorry..."

So when Suthern bowed his head like that,

"That's enough."

That's how I could have returned it.

"But I did irrevocably..."

Perhaps, some time after the incident, guilt has crept up.

Suthern looked so blue that he could tell from above the mask.

"I'm telling you. That you're an idiot, and...

I knew you cared more about that penetrating glove than I did. "

"Soma......"

Don't look at me like that.

Even now, I'm desperate and patient.

"Or did you really, darksh... not matter about a penetrating glove?

When I provoked him to distract from the conversation, Suthern came on a light ride.

"Then don't be silly! I put on my dark schneider every morning and pose in front of the mirror ten times, and you always say good night before you go to sleep!

Darkschneider, so to speak, is the ally of my soul. With you I only consider it a tool... oh, sorry "

Though I've apologized for forgetting my position along the way and getting too excited.

...... yeah.

Honestly, I'll pull that off.

Or don't wash your soul allies with water.

"But Darksh... the gloves are gone, aren't they?

What did you bury in this grave? "

"Huh. You're still sharp.

Instead of the disappeared Darkschneider, I buried the water that was spilling over there.

So there's no body under here. This might not exactly be called a grave. "

"Huh!"

When I heard the phrase "may not be called a grave," I couldn't help but unconsciously suppress the things that crept up, and I desperately held my mouth.

"Soma?"

Looking at it, Suthern makes a suspicious voice.

I shook my head desperately.

"Yes, no. That's okay. If a grave feels like it, whatever it is, it's a grave.

Feelings matter. Feelings. "

The tomb is not for the dead, but for the left, what a word to hear, but I really think it is in this case.

"You're serious, Dark Schneida... you thought I'd make you a grave for a penetrating glove.

If you feel that way, that's enough. At least I am. "

"Right..."

Suthern cut the words as he felt, then the two hands together from either side.

It would have been a lot of surreal sights, but that's fine.

The important thing is how you feel.

So, I wish I had decided that was the end of it, but Suthern showed his pride in vain.

He suddenly jumped up the robe and stuck his finger at me.

By the way, when I jumped up the robe, the droplets also jumped off the robe and hit me in the face.

"... Hmm. Again, staying this way doesn't fit well either.

I, the great sorcerer, will swallow only one of your demands. "

"What?"

"You rarely do this! You should be thankful!

Are you saying that as you turn your back on the blindfold, but in short, I'm going to ask you to do me one favor for sin?

(Trouble......)

To be honest, I just want to ask for one thing.

It's important that we get involved in the future.

But because it's important, I didn't want to cut it out on exchange terms.

Then I wondered if there was anything I could do, and I laid eyes on Southern's soaking wet clothes.

"All right, all right! Then why don't we take a bath together after dinner!

"Huh!?

Southern makes a strangely barbaric voice.

He waves back and asks me if I've been told something too unexpected.

"Uh... Ooh, is that it?

Why the sudden salutation?

"You, you've been making this all along with the water immersion.

You should take a bath and warm up. "

"Ah, ugh. Yeah. That, thank you very much.

No, it's not! Wow, my dark power is, uh... "

Continue reply that won't boil down, Southern.

Honestly, even I don't want to take a bath with this guy so aggressively.

From my pull mentality, it's a level I don't want to do if you ask me to take a bath with someone else or something.

Besides, I'd like to say what kind of torture it is with a man and a sashi.

Nevertheless, even though it is outside the bath, it is not sneaky to leave the guard to the girl, for there is a role to watch not to die in the bath anyway.

bath with Southern, would not be an option, nor would it be appreciated.

I'm interested in seeing what this guy does with his mask in the bath.

"Besides, I actually need to talk to you for a second.

If you're in the bath, you'll be alone. "

"Ugh, ugly. Then, indeed, but, uh-uh!

Suddenly Susan thought she had her head in her arms.

"Heh, heh! Come on, you don't think I won this!

He threw up a funny discarding dialogue and ran away into the house.

I don't know what that means, but I'm pretty sure that a statement like that meant I got back on my feet.

When I shook my head, one last time, I looked back at Darkschneider's grave marker.

"Again, we have to rebuild it properly."

For Darkschneider, who disappeared.

And most importantly, for Southern.

"Until then, just be patient, Darkschneider."

At the end of my gaze, in the corner of the garden, there's a little grave marker that you can't even call a grave marker.

A cluttered word like a snake curled up on a plank of wood that is more simply blurry than simple.

There, only feelings were written in a letter that was stubborn when I did it, and it said:

- Darkschneider's group.

You're gonna grow up, Darkschneider.