By making the final declaration in my question earlier, there will automatically be one more question left from Mel.

I'm tired for this minute, but it's going to be over with no major problems.

"If it's true, I wanted to hear the last two… it's a pledge, so I can't help it. Last one."

Mel sighs and opens her mouth slightly dissatisfied. Mel is really a cute, honest kid with no back cover. be healed.

"If I'm going to fully believe your words, I hear you're enjoying your current life without any particularly dark circumstances behind you. With that in mind, I thought that you were expelled from your home and became a civilian instead of being killed or let out by another man's wife because you deliberately tried to live as a civilian."

I gave a praiseworthy applause in my heart.

Awesome! You're right!

In a world where nobility seemed almost no different from suicide to becoming a civilian, common sense often did not confuse me to derive that answer!

"But... as a nobleman as much as you could have done, wouldn't it have been fun and well? Rather, it seems like I could have grabbed a lot more happiness than I do now. You, why did you bother picking a tight path? Are you stupid?"

I was ridiculed when I thought so.

... Yeah, no, but well, you know what? The idea of nobility wanting to be a civilian seems so to the public. For example, no one would think of that if they wanted to get married after rushing off after scorching their hearts for a different kind of love. It's common sense in this world.

But I have memories from before this world.

"... the premise is different. People's happiness is a thousand different things."

For the first time in a long time, I even begin to talk, under the illusion that a smiling expression is mechanically fixed on my face.

I definitely expected Mel's last question to be something else... I wonder if that's the one you wanted to hear...

Whatever it is, I admire Merle's taste in coming to the end with a question that touches on my essence. But... apart from the impact on the future and the breakdown of plans and all that, I didn't want you to ask this question the least in an emotional sense.

Because when I talk about my dreams in my mouth, I remember things that I don't like and I feel bad.

While I am aware that my nausea has come a little bit, I never take a deep breath and speak out.

"For me, neither the millions of riches, nor the fame of heroes, nor the kind of love that drowns, enter the conditions of happiness"

I don't need that. My dreams, my hopes, they don't come true.

"Even as a nobleman, as a lady rose, no matter how wonderful you get… how happy I am to die as a civilian by the road"

"… so why is that"

I smile wholeheartedly at Mel, whose face I don't understand at all.

"Because I chose it myself. For me, nobility is destiny, and civilians are free choices."

This act of speaking of dreams and hopes is a sword of all blades to me. I don't know if I can sleep today. My chest tightened due to anxiety and I can't stop palpitating and nausea.

Looking back, I felt Reaper laughing, and I stretched my spine and concentrated my consciousness only on Mel in front of me.

"I don't know. I don't know... really, you don't know. What a stupid boxed lady bullshit for wanting to be free and to be a civilian..."

"Oh, I was a worldless, stupid boxed lady, wasn't I?

Mel lowers her eyebrows and voices confusion. I laughed at the sickness without even giving it a bite.

Living my desire as a priority, I still have a common sense somewhat off the world, my head is not particularly good, of course, and I was definitely a boxed lady in this world.

It's just that the seriousness of Mel's desire to be a civilian is different from the kind of person she's talking about.

"Was my presence a little too bizarre to satisfy Master Melvin's curiosity?"

"Existence, right? Yeah, it does exist oddly. Different."

Mel smiles bitterly with a nasty face.

Oh, Mel's depressed. Poor thing. I don't understand a lot because Mel is retarded. It's all right.

'Cause I can't figure out a story that doesn't even clap that I have memories of my previous life. Knowing my life in my previous life, knowing the game called' Lady Rose of the Redemption ', that's how I should know what my actions mean for the first time.

"Then don't leave me. Sorry, give me some time."

"No, it was this way. Thank you for your time and information."

I got up from my chair and bowed beautifully.

I would also like to give Mr. Michelle's bread for a souvenir, but I don't have the discarded bread with me because I was just kicked out today. I don't know if I'd give the nobleman a piece of discarded bread, but look... the bread is delicious, and Nica seems to like it, because it's a magical food that left Shed.

The escort opened the door and Mel walked through - and I look back.

"Something... sounds like you're fighting something more awesome than a country or a royal family. You might be curious to tell me... well, good luck with that."

Mel says so while scratching her cheek, turning away.

At the end of the day, I shifted from Tung to Dere...?

I was excited about Mel's cuteness, but much more than that, I was impressed by her words of support. He backed me up in my fight, which he didn't tell anyone, and he wouldn't believe me for saying it and would seem like a madman. Glad.

I bite my joy and smile.

"Thank you very much. I will definitely win."

Uh, well, Mel, who grumbled a little bit about whether it was an oh, now it's time to leave early.

Was Mel a tundere character? I'd rather be an honest character, and I think it was His Royal Highness who was the tundelle? Although there is a question, let's be good because cuteness is justice and there is no particular problem where Mel was tundra.

... Keep going and I'll be happy.

If nothing happens, I can finally beat my fate.

That's why I'm fine.

I stopped smiling and put a tired cry on my face.

As soon as the discomfort, which had been twitching and accumulating for a long time, came up like a weir cut, rushing into the hand washing area.

I threw up.

Oh, I'm tired.

Very tired.

I thought this would happen from the beginning, and I could get a lot of information as planned, and Mel's mouth is stiff, so I won't divulge the information. It's a big success.

But I was tired.

The truth is that this didn't even happen, I would have been most happy if I had just lived peacefully as a civilian, and I still feel stuck saying it wouldn't come true.

Above all - it sucked that I was reminded of the moment I died, of despair, of powerlessness. I've been out of my mind ever since I was born again and I've lived. Still, I feel nauseous.

I lay a cheap bulky futon on the floor and dive right into it. I closed my eyes trying not to let go so I could hold my body tight.

Just a little more, let's do our best.

I want to be a civilian - and I have to.