I was completely exhausted when I met Nana, and I exchanged Zero and Nana for discussions over the course of a few hours. I didn't know you were so tired of not being able to talk.
When I talk to two super-dimensional thinking circuits, Nora and Nana, I can't go with them anymore. There's no point in shouting honesty about how many times I'm crazy. Only the two parties were convinced, and me and Zero were left behind. I felt that Nora had offered me the worst proposition after that, but I think it was my fault.
I shook my head and violently shook off my thoughts that it was a finished story.
Let's go home now. Michelle told me to rest, and I can't get any more tired.
I set out on a familiar path to my home.
As I walked consciously and emptied my head, something unusual happened and I saw the house.
I don't know when those two escorts are going to get me into something about El today, but apparently not now.
And I came to the front of the house in peace. Immediately thereafter, it solidifies into unexpected visual information.
"Uh, yeah...?
Reflectively, he makes an unpleasant face and pulls out a voice, and then he takes care of his smile.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry! That's just a stained conditional reflex, not that I really hate it! Rather welcome! Welcome, gentlemen!!
"Whoever cares about the details, calm down."
He eats Decopin pretty well with his squeaky voice, and unwittingly steps back. Ouch.
When I resented and cared for that adorable child-faced face while rubbing my forehead, which was absolutely red with tears, I was returned with no evil. I lost my sight because I couldn't stay.
"So, why are the three of us in front of my house?
"It's just a coincidence."
"I first came to see my sister Felicia, and I arrived about an hour ago, and I was away, so I thought it would be a bad idea to push her to work, and I waited like a loyal dog, and after about half an hour, Evan came, and when I was talking, Mr. Melvin came about five minutes ago."
I have a retarded feeling about Shed's story when coincidence is awesome.
But even though I didn't make any promises, this was a convenient gathering in front of my house. Would you have waited until night if I had been authorized by Mr. Michelle to work until night? This is the kind of place that's inconvenient in a world where you don't have a set of radio means of communication.
By the way, Evan, you're the only one who must have never invited me to my house, but, well, it's no wonder he knew about the house because he would have done a lot of research on me in the shadows before Lili made the kidnapping.
It's also difficult to stand talked to first, so I invited three of Shed, Evan, you and Mel and six of their escorts into the house. There are ten of them, including me, because of the number of escorts.
As a result, my house fell into a population density that would hit someone if I walked three steps even while standing. The escorts will go ahead and make a position to open the space so that it can stick to the wall. That's a big thank you, but it makes me feel a little uncomfortable having an escort on one side of the wall.
"Speaking of which, you only had two chairs in my house..."
Though I can almost grasp it without looking around, I wonder what one would do after pulling out an escort to sit on a folded futon in the interior of my house with a bathroom in one room interval. Shed pulled his sleeve on me as I stared at the futon and solidified.
"I'm Felicia. I'm fine next door to my sister. It's my sister and brother. Hey."
A bent Shed peeks into my face and laughs sweetly. It's been a long time since I've seen Shed's playboy bruised side. Is this a delightful occasion for me to say that I feel like I'm back on track?
But aside from Shed's behavior, the proposal is very much appreciated because it reads the air. I'm not going to let anyone stand in this, and it's a good drop.
"My brother-in-law and my ex-sister are on the same futon."
"It's bad that you don't have enough furniture for this house in the first place. You want me to bring you about four chair legs the next time you come?
Regardless of your common sense remarks, I wonder if Mel is willing to use my house as a hoard for nobility. Stop, because if I put down six legs of chair, half my house will be ruled by chair. Because I don't know if it's my house or the chair house. Don't talk in the sense of the size of a noble house.
"Then I think you should build more first to get out of the kennel."
He even joins Shed and is made to talk even more as he curses people's houses naturally.
Indeed, I thought not to speak in the sense of the size of the nobleman's house. But that was never what I was looking for to change the breadth in the first place. I would ask you not to align our homes with nobility standards.
"I like this civilian-like, civilian-like, civilian-like house of civilians, so get out of the front door now, except for your understanding, broad-minded nobleman"
Everyone got to their seats. But that look was three kinds of three, and Mel just had a flashy look that she didn't have a choice, Evan, you were like a soggy scolded dog, and Shed next door was smiling very much for some reason.
The other two were upset with Shed to find out what was wrong with you. I remember that Shed was the owner of the values that I made pathetic, making me happy that he would see me.
I was in a hurry and even when I wasn't angry, I saw Shed properly. I liked him. I stroked his head to appeal to him that he was a cute little brother. Shed looks happy.
"Mr. Felicia. I need to talk to you today."
All of a sudden your serious remarks echoed in a narrow house like breaking a soothing air of friendliness. I turn my consciousness to you, Evan, who was distracted by Shed.
Evan, you got up from your chair with a dark expression. Pressured by that pressing look, I also rise and face each other to be flushed.
"I apologize for the inconvenience caused to Mr. Felicia because of my foolishness"
I bowed my head in momentum, Evan, and I almost fell back on your momentum. I just got up on the spot, so there's a folded futon right behind me, so that's not going to happen.
Well, I assumed myself that I would make this apology. Even if the motive was to dispel my own guilt, it's easy to imagine that if I helped Evan, on the contrary, Evan would be driven by guilt. Whatever it is, I can tell you that me and Evan have pressed for guilt.
I said, "No more apparent problems, Evan, so I'd like you to take the time to solve that heart problem on your own." Whatever, because that case is also what made me so important because your means were radical, even though my lies started.
"I think my thoughts are inconvenient to Mr. Felicia. Besides, if I stay with Mr. Felicia, I can easily imagine a future where I'll run off on my own and annoy you again."
I certainly can't deny your words, Evan, speaking with my head down deep.
But, um... the clouds seem somewhat suspicious.
"So I will stop coming to see you today and give up my feelings for you."
Evan, I can't see your face, but that shivering voice and a body that looks smaller than usual ended with a word of sorrow. Oh, heh. Well, here we are.
I sighed one loud sigh at his appearance like that.
"… Are you here for me again?"
I dared say it in a low voice to blame. With your head down, Evan, your shoulders jump. [M]
Evan, you despise yourself more than you need to. At first, I also thought that I was despised by comparing myself to being bad and comforting, but now that I look calmly, I don't feel that this weirdly stubborn self-sacrifice will save me.
"If I said I'd stop doing what I wanted, no one would have a hard time."
If you can stop trying to stop, Lili hasn't suffered so much. Finally, I still like Nica, too. I didn't like it just enough to be forgotten, so I had no choice.
Still, if you are too busy ripening up other jobs, hobbies, games, and other new loves away from your feelings of liking, you can slowly forget about them. But in your case, Evan, I don't feel like that's the only way I'm going to run wild if I leave you alone.
"Heads up! You know, let me tell you something, Evan, that kind of self-sacrifice you do for me is my turn above all else! I care!!
I grab your shoulder, Evan, and force it half way up, kicking and staring at the pitiful face that lowered its brow.
"If you like me, you can do it! Evan, even if I don't pull myself away from you, I have a strong will not to marry a nobleman and return to him again! I mean, I'm not in any trouble! So now you're coming from the front! Trying to do something from the shadows to be honest with you makes things easier! Instead of staying away from me, stay within my reach!
I stomped back and forth to reopen. And keep the momentum going, Evan. I'll give you a hand.
"I'll stop deluding and lying too, so be friends!
It is a treat. Evan, I think you should force him to pull this off. Honestly, I'm worried Shed hasn't been drawn to this behavior of mine yet, but now I just have to focus on you, Evan.
I don't know if what I'm doing is right. I don't know. The truth is, Evan, maybe you'd rather live a happy life away from me under self-sacrifice. But I'm sure no one can make an absolute decision about that, so I'll do what I want.
But even so far, Evan, you look pitiful without looking at me.
"... but I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Felicia."
"It was originally because of my lies, and you apologized for that. Yes, no questions asked."
"…… I think I like Mr. Felicia too much. It's heavy, it's troublesome, and you should stop."
"I appreciate the feeling. I'm sorry. So, no matter how much you like me, I don't have any trouble with your personality. If you think about it, talk to me properly. Trouble together and find answers together."
Go to negative thoughtful remarks, denying them so that they can be covered.
In a corner of my mind, Evan, I can still say I like women who come all this way. Awesome, I said I would prefer a more discreet and adorable girl.
Well, at the same time, I'm reopening it because if I'm not as strong as this, I can't help it.
I wave the hand I am offering to you, Evan, from top to bottom.
"Look, hold my hand"
"... majestic mercy, thank you."
Evan wept, and kneeling on the spot he whispered softly into my offered hand.
No. Mr. Evan, I offered my hand in search of a handshake of friendship, and I didn't want to have this ritual of subordination vows.
Uh, is that it? But I'm sure it's a sign that you've accepted my words, so, okay?... Let's do it.
"My sister Felicia looks great……………."
"I can focus there in this situation. You're amazing, too. I wonder if I can get away from my sister someday."
"It's okay because I'm not willing to."
"Ah, yeah."
Hearing Shed's deviant words and Mel's frightened voice, I strayed from thinking and looked at Mel as she ran away from you, Evan, who was no less deviant than Shed.
"By the way, what is Mel doing here? Evan, you and Shed let the death penalty be commuted to strict caution. I could imagine not thanking me, but Merle is the only one with no reason?
"Sort of."
"... Huh? Are you sure there isn't? Wow, you came to see me?! Big best friend's! To me!!
"Uh, I'm on track. Easy thinking. Uzu."
Mel's face distorted in a heartfelt depression to me, glad to see her eyes shine. Hurt.
"I think Mr. Melvin came because he thought me and Mr. Evan were coming to see Sister Felicia. You like people."
Mel looks at Shed with her shoulders flattered and reproached. I don't deny this, but to see a reaction that seems offensive, I guess I didn't want Shed's words to be said, but it seems to be true.
But I don't know what to say.
"Why are Shed and Evan coming and Mel coming? Mel was there, too, so, Sinner, how can you be so dangerous to both of us?
"No, I think it's dangerous."
"That's true. Me and Shed, I think... sexuality."
I'm here to join the story, Evan. I repeatedly blinked at the reason you answered with a broken tooth.
"…… Hmm? Sexuality? Not violent talk?
"I can include that, though."
"Huh? Including violence, sexuality?
"I will accept Mr. Felicia as a spoiler if she so desires."
"Maybe I'm switching to indiscriminate violence against people? You don't want it, do you?
"Is that so?"
"Yes, I did."
At some point we were off track, but Mel opens her mouth again to ask what these two dangerous sexualities and doings are that make her dangerous.
But before she said anything, Mel spoke to me first.
"Hey Fee, I'm hungry. Let's have some bread. You have it anyway."
"Like the odd guy who carries bread with him at all times such a person... but I do! I bought it for about four people!!
I took the bread out of the bag and handed it out to the three of them. Our refrigerator is still just a figurine that consumes electricity today. No, if I let the food rot inside, I'll cook properly tomorrow because I have no body. Because he just said he was going to have as much bread as he wanted today at a civilian celebration!
By the way, Mel obviously missed the conversation so she wouldn't talk to me. Nevertheless, I trust Mel extraordinarily, and he won't hide it if he talks to my detriment, so I'm going to flush it out for you. When it comes to sexuality, it's going to be lewd talk. Surprisingly, Mel may be a cleanliness habit.
"Wait! Mel, this is the first time you've called me Fee, not you?! Hey?!"
"Shut up and eat."
Mel came to me delighted to pack the bread she had in her mouth, using a primary-style technique of changing fate with bread.
I don't have the skill to do this either. I did, but you heard right! and devoured the bread in a good mood. Oh, I knew Mr. Michelle's bread was the best in the world!