Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 39 Night Inn White Weird

When I went back to the room, the armourless chairman came with me, so I would sit next to him and talk to him. There is no deep sense in letting him sit in bed. It may mean something very shallow, but let me tell you something.

We won't be able to talk yet, so we'll talk about rehab and a lot of things. There's so much we don't know about each other, but we don't have to hurry, because we finally got out in the bright spot, where so many people are.

That's why you want to talk, that's why practice is talking. Still, yeah, no, no. It's a conversation with a head shake, but "... yes," or "... wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah," slowly a little less words, but I'm working hard to put it into words, and I seem happy to stroke my head every time, so let's just put up with stroking elsewhere. It would be awkward to darken the room even though I'm glad you finally came to the bright spot, I'm working on it too, right? I work pretty hard and I'm patient.

The first thing we talked about was what we're going to do, yes, "servant."

I'm not a monster anymore. It's weird that people are used by people, so they should be deactivated, because it's weird that they're tied to the skill of using demons... let's leave the bitches alone, they're not people, I'm sure? Mr. Skill must have judged me a demon, too, because I'm scared. I mean, you can't take it off, can you? They can't unilaterally disarm you from the servants?

From now on, I told him that he was free to do what he wanted by removing his servant, and that he was free to go back where he wanted to go to what he had never been able to do or wanted to do. You can do whatever you want, so you don't have to be a servant or you're going to help or you're going to do anything. Talk and explain, I explained it properly, tears in your eyes. No, no? I repeat, desperately looking into my eyes, "No, so, I will."

I thought you weren't getting through so well, I tried to talk you over and over again. No, no, no, no. You're not? Seriously, I think I'm gonna cry, so I'm like, "Well, can we just keep this up until I tell you to take it off? When I asked," he finally laughed and pooped.

I've always been alone, I guess no one in this world knows anymore, so I'm probably anxious to lose connection to anyone, even if that's a "servant" or whatever the hectic connection is.

So you can just stay like this for a little while longer. Maybe it's not very good for my liking, but it's good, because I don't think my liking is going to fall any further or softer now, maybe it's not going to fall anymore, so I'm sure it's okay. That's okay, is it?

Why did you quit Mr. Skeleton next, or can you quit Mr. Skeleton? Is it possible to go back to being human because you quit? But Mr. Chairman of the Armor Committee has a glorious track record of quitting the Labyrinth Emperor, quitting Rich, quitting Durahan, and even quitting No Life King in the past. It's a buckler, it's a buckler, maybe it's not weird to even buckle a skeleton.

He gestured at me in a rough language and told me what was there and what happened, one by one, what happened.

And I figured out the cause, the reason and the killer, I solved all the mysteries, and I'm done proving it, and the missing link, and the last piece of the puzzle, all wrapped up and flipped and all unraveled! I was the cause and the reason and the killer! Why!?

Well, naturally, if he dies, he won't come back to life, and even if he's undead, he's only soul. And he's cursed and he won't come back to life, he can't come back, he's impossible.

Originally, I hear you say skeleton is moving the skeleton by covering the bones with soul and magic, plus "silver armor," completely disabled, "" all reinforced, "" skill guardian "??? He put on" assimilation with cursed flesh "" so the flesh parts of armor, soul and magic assimilated and integrated. I had "Blessed Bangle Curse, Sublimate Disaster (only worn once)" there, so the curse and disaster were sublimated and the flesh came back, dead, but the skeleton, soul and flesh were all there. I hear someone gave you "Immediate Immediate Immunity to Death Death Dealing with Necromancy's Treasure Ball Life and Death" in that state, well - if you live and die in that state, it will already come back to life! There's no way you're not gonna live again! Who the hell is that? Besides, he even gave it to "Patrol Ring LuK Enhancement (Greater) Brings Happiness and Retreats Bad Luck". It will definitely come back to life, so that's definitely the guy who did it. Yes, it was me!?

Looks like the Devil's Sword and non-cape items have all worked hand in hand for a miracle, so I guess he's grateful and helpful. But it wasn't my fault, it wasn't a coincidence or anything, because it was a miracle that all those special and precious items were in that labyrinth. So it must have been inevitable, I didn't do anything, it was all there for Mr. Angelica, I've been waiting. That's why all the treasures that you can't seem to find were gathered in just one labyrinth. Then that's inevitable.

I cried when I said that, but there's no way there's such a coincidence, and if there isn't, it's inevitable. That's why I shouldn't have died alone in there until I was sad.

I cried for a long time. I'm sure I've never been able to cry, no matter how hard, painful, painful, vain, lonely, sad. I couldn't cry all the time and I didn't even have someone to lean on, so I cried a lot. I was crying like I was going to flush out all the pity I had ever had. I can finally cry when I want to, so I should cry a lot.

Then the chairman of the armoured committee wanted to hear it, so he told me my story and our story.

That I'm from a different world.

Talk about the white room and grandpa.

Talk about junk garbage skills.

Talk about living alone in a cave.

Talk about the first time I fought.

Talk about eating all the mushrooms.

Talk about Ota and Gob making a scene and being a pain in the ass.

Talk about when we started fighting with canes.

Talk about rendezvous with the girls and becoming a tent life.

Talk about wandering the woods looking for the city.

Talk about finding a city and living in it.

Talk about the popularity of the estate among the nobles.

Mocha Talk about how much Mocha the Mochas say.

And I didn't die, the story of dying.

So I told them everything I went to the labyrinth, everything I fell into, everything I could meet, everyone's story.

It's all like a long time ago when we talked about it, it seems like it was a long time ago, even though it's only been a little over a month.

I was kind of very angry when I managed to talk to you, I was crying and angry. Speaking of which, when I came home, I remembered the girls crying and angry, kind of always feeling angry?

But now we're all laughing, and we're all getting one more, okay? Or am I not bad?

So we stayed up late at night, tired of talking to each other, tired of talking... I did what I had to do and fell asleep, until I was exhausted. No, see? Boys in high school? I can't help it, can I?