Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Looks like something happened outside.

White old hospital. Millere Noah felt it quite naturally in a private room bed isolated from the other wards.

From a small window facing the courtyard, where there was only one, the sun quietly plunged into a room with minimal furniture.

Millere's ward is a time-stopped space. I was away from the other wards, but there was no sound, and I was about to go crazy with the rest of my loneliness.

For such a girl, change is welcome whatever it is.

Originally, only a minimal number of doctors and nurses visited Millere's ward, but the number of visits decreased.

The quality of the meal that was served twice a day dropped, the frequency with which she came to help dropped, the neighborhood under her eyes became thicker, and eventually she began to smell blood.

The doctor said nothing. Millet didn't say anything either.

The hospital room is completely closed to the outside world. The information will not come in, and I will not ask for it from Millere.

They are just working in Millere's ward.

The country in which Millere was born and raised was a developed country, and it might not have been so good for the doctor or for Millere herself that she could not afford to leave the helpless sick behind.

No, maybe there's a reason why we can't abandon Millere, but that's not what Millere knows.

I tried to talk to him at first.

However, I can no longer say anything when I see the doctor's expression that is clearly strong just by taking Millere's gaze.

The change was slow, but steady.

I wondered what happened, but I couldn't confirm it. Of course, there are things to do after checking.

Millere dies. I don't know if it's in a year or two or three, but I'm sure.

There is no doubt that something bad has happened out there.

My very rare family sympathy has disappeared. The magicians and priests who came to see the situation once every six months disappeared. It is a bad omen that magicians and priests do not show up at all times.

The doctor wouldn't feel good if he confirmed the incident with an interest in half-dead people.

Nothing happens today, time goes by, and the sunset comes through a small window.

There is no clock in Millere's ward. Only the movement of the sun is the only way to know the time.

It's time for dinner. I didn't feel hungry. Such a function has already been lost from the mirror.

But if you don't eat, the flesh dies. Death is a promise, but I don't have the courage to kill myself.

I lay down on the hospital bed for two years. At first, my body, which was moving as I thought, was declining so that I could not live without help at some point.

You can still wake up very quickly, but you can't even turn it into a living doll in the near future.

There was no one to cheer Millere up.

No - Millet's disease won't heal. That's what I was told from the beginning.

As a result, Millere was confined to an isolated ward from the moment she was still walking. Doctors, nurses, and almost nonexistent magical healers, visitors gave up the possibility of Millet's full recovery from the beginning, as if they wanted to die.

A disease that never heals. Even a daughter who has just crossed ten years is forced to face reality, an inescapable despair fate.

Those who serve God do not even have a word of consolation, and they call it a curse.

At first, I couldn't believe the situation. Then I cursed myself. But now I accept it.

Night is coming. I can't give you a light, and I can't do anything even if I'm given one in the first place.

The sun sets completely. But I don't have trouble seeing the full moon today, thanks to the strong moon light that plugs in.

Dinner is not coming. I wasn't sleepy. Wake up and look at the window.

Maybe you can't even afford to deliver the meal to Millere anymore? If so, that's fine.

The dull pain on the inside of the body, the mirror sighs.

The pain of the unknown origin is getting stronger gradually. That must be the footsteps of death.

Something is happening. In any case, if there is a war, everything will be destroyed.

When I thought about such a thing vaguely, I heard footsteps outside the room.

Much later than usual, but is it dinner? In that case, there is no sound of a caster on which to eat.

The lock that was locked from the outside opens, and the door is released with a sound. Moving a heavy body was a trillion times, but I looked at you with difficulty.

I came in with a doctor in a tired white coat.

Millere, this is our guest.

……

It was the best young man Millere had ever met.

These shoes are made of polished leather and have a velvety jacket in black. Pure white hair that reflects the moonlight well. With a sword on his hips, I've never seen Millere, but is this how nobility stands up?

The doctor pointed his dazed mirror elsewhere and said with his eyes shining.

Open pupils. Glittering eyes like beasts. I've never seen anything like it before, either when I was still fine or when doctors didn't know who I was.

"Millet, good news for you. You're discharged today."

"Eh...? Say what? Who is he?

There can be no discharge. Millet was incurable.

The mortality rate is 100 percent. Doctors, magicians, and priests gave up before trying to heal.

In the first place, in the unlikely event that a hundred million people would be discharged by a miracle, why would it be carried out on such a night?

The doctor nodded as if he had reacted to Millet and continued.

"Oh, you're late for the introduction. This is the doctor. I came all the way out here for you."

It was too unusual. Introduce visitors without lighting in the dark.

There was indeed an unusual radiance in the back of the eyes. Unexpectedly, listen back.

"What are you, a doctor?

Even if it's not good company, the man who has been taking care of the doctor since he was put in the hospital room blinks his eyes.

The eyebrows were stunned for a moment and quickly returned to normal.

"That's... trivial."

"Hmm... what's your name?

"That's... trivial. The important thing is that this one will save you."

It was obviously unnatural, but the voice echoed with certainty.

I'm not crazy...

A doctor with a moody face who looks as if he has been denied favor. The young man standing next to him did not change his expression when he heard the conversation between Millere and the doctor.

I am a few years older than Millere, or too young to be an expert doctor, but Millere was shocked because she was not wearing good clothes or because of her age.

I knew at first glance why.

Why hasn't the doctor's man noticed? Why did you come to Millere's room at night without lights on?

The young man in front of me was obviously dead.

The signs of death that surround him are the same as those that Millere feels close to him, but they are so intense that they are not comparable.

No, I'm not human.

"Are you... dead?

That's what Millere was afraid of, but looking forward to.

This figure is the end itself that Millere imagined.

It was not an intended question.

The doctor rounds his eyes to a spontaneous, plucked voice.

Don't do anything stupid. "

"That's right. Oh, you should leave now. [M] Thank you for your help."

The young man quickly admits and prompts the doctor next door to leave.

The man's eyes distorted slightly, but nodded to convince himself immediately, he left the room.

Silence returns to the ward. I couldn't say anything.

The young man approaches, but Millere's body does not move properly in the past.

It has existed since ancient times and the cause is unknown. A disease in which the soul is dying, with few onset.

--By "Death Soul Disease".

The youth behaved more slowly than the other stupid signs of death.

My head doesn't work well. I didn't expect this to happen until yesterday.

Young people stare at the millet as if it were a standard.

Your heart is beating as if it were rebellious. I managed to raise my voice in my thoughts that would get messy.

"Why... why is it moving?

"The End" answered with an innocent expression that would disperse the image of a horrible appearance when the eyes were round.

"... because you want to move?