Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 138 Night Inn White Weird Women's Big Room "Between Tsukiji"

Together. Friends, you stay with me, laugh with me. Best friends who always help me together.

I have always been alone and lonely, no one has spoken to the witch, the witch who cages in the company Do It alone and continues to protect the kingdom was lonely.

I finally realized that I missed you. Because I didn't know what emotional sense it meant to be lonely all the time, getting used to boredom and depressing days.

Memories with my family at a young age, my elderly away brother was kind and reliable...... I wanted to be a swordsman like my brother back then, longing for the back of a proud brother who defeated and admired the demons attacking the inside.

But I was chosen as a witch at a young age, although it was an honor and a proud honor... I could not finally hold the sword I had longed for since I was a young child.

And when I became a witch and took over the boundaries... the boundaries were beyond the boundaries, eroded and invaded by the unstoppable dirt injuries, my strength was gone day by day, and there was no reason for a witch to hold a sword and I was treated with care and locked up. It was a sacrifice to make it a source of magic and not to possess dirt on your deity.

All I can remember the whole time is the back of my traveling brother, the brother I loved that I would never see again...... not just one lonely memory.

And one day, when I couldn't even get up on my own anymore, I saw my brother, who I even dreamed of.

That's not a dream, miserably stained my whole body with blood and full of injuries... you came to save me, you came to save me.

I just saw him again... and he said that's all I needed... because I only got one last wish...

From then on, my brother stayed by my side in a hazy memory, like he was in his sleep with his consciousness... desperate to heal me... he said it was good... even though he said he was just glad he came to see me, he couldn't give up even if he was blurry.

A weakening body that won't heal if you keep taking a bunch of expensive pills, I know about my body, because I'm a witch, and I know I'm being eroded by dirt.

All I had to do was see my brother scratched for his medication with his eyes of gratitude and redemption, because he didn't even speak clearly of gratitude anymore.

The last days of Yume Depression, the end of such a dream, were only the end of an invisible sleep... et al., caught again.

From there was the beginning of a day I wanted to dream at the end of my fantasy, a knight in brilliant silver armor smiled at me in a thin consciousness, the words were traceable but gentle and absolutely trustworthy: "I'm fine...... I'll be absolutely, I'll be fine, good luck, I'll definitely let you see me! Someone who will be absolutely fine,"... gentle as a lullaby, and an unwavering absolute trust that even though he is no longer capable of a life-threatening body, there is no doubt that he will be fine.

I will never forget. My brother was crying, he was worn out again. And black eyes, my heart swallowed up by black eyes...... I was scared, pink black eyes much scarier than death or something I've always been prepared for.

All I can remember is black eyes peeking into my eyes, scary and gentle sucking eyes are nowhere near as far as the night sky... like taking me away from nowhere, like plundering me imprisoned by death, it's a blacker, blacker light than the end of even killing death.

They stuck mushrooms in your mouth! To me, a witch who was cherished and nobody tried to touch me!

But he was gentle as he praised you for holding him and working hard, and mushrooms razed and pushed his mouth hard like a symbol of angry fear to give up.

That day, the end of the dream and the dreamy days marked the beginning.

Waving the sword I dreamed of as a child, the swordsman I admired, I gave up walking anymore, I run, surrounded by my companions... I slaughter them with my thoughts.

Every day I'm proud and happy surrounded by friends, unfortunately, when my consciousness becomes clear, my brother is Moga, he's a brain muscle, he's disappointed, he's all kinds of arrogant, but the proud figure that protects everyone I saw at a young age remains admirable and my pride.

All this time I was going to hate the word "protect", that even seemed like a curse word, it just seemed like a sacrifice in the honorable name of a witch...... you're brothers and sisters and Mogadishu.

Because I want to protect you so much. I finally figured out what it meant to be protected and saved, Mocha's brother was right, I'm so tired of wanting to protect him. I didn't even know what it meant to be imprisoned and protected by feelings, kindness, honor and responsibility... because I just didn't fight it and acted as a witch.

The desire to protect is madness because it's crazy, paranoia enough to scorch a body you don't want to lose even if your soul is torn apart. What lived in those black eyes was a gentler and fiercer sad madness than anyone else.

I can finally know how that feels, I want to protect you because I'm surrounded by happiness. That's so intense a thought that you want to cry so close to desire without limits.

I didn't even like to remember, I thought I would never tread on that land again... I've hated that hometown of Elves ever since.

Scared. The fear doesn't change, but the forest elves are dangerous and full of hidden secrets and traps.

"I'll go. I'm not going home or back to that land, I can show you around and pay for the danger of the woods. I know where the sealed land is and how to get in there. And more than I've been taken out, someone's been locked up there as a witch, so I'm going."

I guess I am a traitor in that land full of customs, and my brother says that his name has been erased as an elf traitor and he has become a felon. The country I couldn't resist, the abominable memories tied up, the memories are black anointed with fear...... scary.

But I can fight, I admired the power and dreamed of a swordsman. And I'm now part of the Knights of Ravage (J.K.), although I thought it was "Exercise of Strength (J.K.) Armed Forces (Army)" when I asked Mr. Yukio this time? Incidentally, the statement "Overweight (J.K.) Meat Dumplings (Meatballs)" was sanctioned by a bump.

Look at my sword, a beautiful sword built and sharpened just for me. This is the sword Yao made for me, the sword that protects someone I admired as my only child, and the sword I swore to fight for Yao with my friends.

So I can fight, let's fight for Mr. Far, not hate or fear anymore. Otherwise even the meaning of becoming a swordsman can disappear, because my brother's back I saw at a young age was a proud figure fighting for what I wanted to protect.

No, you're a bit of a Mocha. I sometimes thought it was as thin as... hey?

And my friends and I laugh a lot today, we fight together, we're lined up together...... what's a frozen tuna? Ahem...... Ugh, when it moves, it lingers, uhh.

We all stare at each other unable to move, we fall in love. The desire to protect us is armored in such a beautiful way... with such arrogant endurance we are all in a state of saying frozen tuna?

Helped out of hell just waiting for an end with no joy or sadness, I... am not dying between endless heavenly hell and passing away hell, I guess, but I live, "Alive? They said," But it was lively and icky. Oh, that's the Maiden Contraindicated Splash!?

"" "That patterned armor belongs to Mr. Ireilia! It's a floating ornament of plant magic correction - it looks good on you!

I'm glad, every day is already happy and much more like a dream...... but today's dream was a little too drastic, but that's a unimaginable reality that's more threatening than a dream...... oh no if I recall, body, that I thought I couldn't move for another lifetime my body bounced around and stuffy...... splashed (splash)...... it didn't dream or think about anything.

I'm sure it'll be fun tomorrow, so I'm not afraid of elf habits or codes anymore! Because there can't be anything scarier or more awesome than this anymore... I'd like to think there isn't... but it's even more awesome... that my body will go crazy from the inside... Heavenly Hell (Gokuri)

So let's laugh and go to sleep today, I can't wait for tomorrow... I wonder if I can sleep... ahhh, the aftertaste... ooh, it hurts! Ah ♥ no ♥

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