Lead the other world.

The light of the sun brightened his vision, and Elle, dazzled to open his eyes, noticed him standing in a desert that was as wide as he could see.

(Is this...?)

And before thinking about where this place was and why she was here, Elle felt her gaze from behind and looked back.

"Citrus!

Looking back, he stood a little further away with a soft smile that conveyed the kindness of the first time the citrus vegetables met.

But Elle grinned happily and tried to run over to the citrus. I can't move my leg a millimeter. I can't move my feet at all, even though I have a sensation of my own.

Noticing his feet gradually sinking into the sand on top of it, Elle turned his eyes to the citrus tree to seek help and lost his words.

There was a citrus fruit there that turned around and shook into little pieces with its own body, shaking its eyes and seeking help.

Elle tried to speak to such citrus, but couldn't even do it.

"Huh...!?

(Why!? I have no voice...)

I noticed that the look on the citrus vegetables gradually changed as Elle was desperately moving her mouth to speak out.

That's the look I gave Elle when I spoke to her last time. I was the look of citrus vegetables laughing weakly to delude myself that I was okay.

(Ah, ah... citrus, citrus...)

Elle gave a sad look with her hands on her stinging and painful chest on a painful look that made her spicy to this one looking at such citrus.

Eventually the citrus greens turned a grin on Elle and moved his mouth. But the words of citrus vegetables that spoke to Elle without uttering a voice were well conveyed.

(Nevermind, for a short time, but it was fun, goodbye...)

From the look on the face of the citrus fruit that I have conveyed, it has been conveyed to Elle that the citrus fruit embraces its destiny and understands its end.

(What do you mean...? Why are you giving me such a sad look?)

Yes. When El was clouding his expression, the citrus turned his back on El and slowly walked out. El desperately wanted such citrus.

I tried to reach my hand as far as I could to stop it and speak, but my legs couldn't move and I never heard a voice.

Eventually the citrus vegetables moving away became sand from his feet and flowed into the wind, disappearing and disappearing.

And Elle, left alone in the desert, was filled with despair and powerlessness of his own, and he kept crying.

- Whoa, whoa.

Open your eyes and wake up vigorously. He swayed his shoulders up and down. His breath was rough, and his forehead was twitching with sweat.

"Ha-ha-ha... what, what... my dream now"

Growling with a trembling voice, Elle, upset, stroked down her chest with a little relief, making sure that her feet moved as she breathed and that her voice came out.

And when I got out of the futon and stood up, I realized that I woke up earlier than usual from the only big window in the room where the sunlight was plugged into the back of the room.

Elle walked straight to the washroom fluttering, and when she looked in the mirror, she saw her own face with a bear in her eyes and a pale complexion.

Having seen herself like that, Elle grinned weakly, seeing her face in the mirror made her body stiff.

The sad grin in my dreams and yesterday's citrus seemed to overlap with my own grin in the mirror. A bad feeling clouded my expression as my chest began to squeeze around Elle's head.

(Citrus…?)

Elle's legs were starting to move unconsciously and he jumped out of the room. The unpleasant hunch twitches and erodes Elle's heart. Chest stiffness increases each time you progress, and your heart beats gradually faster and your breathing becomes rough.

(It's okay... It's okay...)

And the room of purpose. When I came in front of the citrus room, I grabbed the magic locking door knob unmanipulatively, and the magic locking on the door was temporarily rendered powerless because of one of Elle's inborn constitutions, a constitution in which there were antibodies to magic.

"Citrus!

That's how Elle entered the back of the room with her voice up, her eyes on the bet, stiffening her body.

"Shh... Shh...!?

There was no appearance of citrus vegetables that were supposed to be asleep, there was an empty bet.

Elle knelt as she was, her heart rattled and her breathing became rougher to make her complexion even worse.

Then soon after, I heard someone slowly walking footsteps from the hallway, and Elle jumped out of the room with his face up and disfigured, believing that the citrus vegetables that must have happened to be up early and going for a walk had returned.

Then I saw Zain slowly walking over here in Elle's sight as he jumped out of the room.

Elle rushed over to Zain for a small run with a little relief.

"Brother! No citrus, no citrus!?

But Zayn didn't respond, and he hit Elle as he was, and Elle screamed a small scream and butted him.

"Yikes!?

Elle looked up at Zain in surprise and shook her body.

Zain had a complicated look on his face and a vain eye. And the clothes still had new blood stains on them.

And I finally realized that Zain had returned to me in Elle's voice.

"Are you okay...?

Faced with pain, Elle asks Zayn how she is still standing up as she flaunts her body.

"You don't have citrus... Your brother doesn't know where the citrus went?

Elle takes a breath when she sees Zain as she asks.

Zain's face was so tense he'd never seen it before. And one small step without looking at Elle.

"Brother...? You know something, don't you? Hey!

Elle opened her eyes to Zayn, who said nothing, and asked as she walked over to Zayn with a trembling voice.

"Huh!?

Then Zayn suddenly pulled over and hugged Elle as if to confirm his presence forcefully.

Elle was bewildered by such a zain and other unmistakable behavior, and distorted her face into a zain that came hugging her so hard that it became even more painful.

"Whatever happens to you... whatever you sacrifice, I'll protect you"

"Brother...?

Zain whispers softly in his ear as Elle raises his voice in agony.

"So forget about that girl and sleep a little more..."

the word. Finally, Elle's consciousness is pruned.

This was what happened in the early morning of the fifth day after Takumi began the trial.