Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

"Dad! Dad!

It sounds like the screaming of a sad child is echoing directly into your head.

That's undoubtedly my own voice at an early age.

But I have no sense that I emitted it myself.

Therefore, I immediately realized that this was a dream.

And even though it's not just a dream, it's the worst memory I've ever had of my father and mother.

"Sifal... take this kid and run away from the back. I'm here... '

"But you..."

'Come on!!

Put up your sword and my father, facing someone, shouted to my mother.

From its left arm there is bright red blood, and a large build-up of blood is formed on the floor.

Young I am desperately reaching for my father's back with a sad scream.

My mother held me like that and ran out to the back door following my father's instructions in tears.

'Ku..., - kus... what's up -! Almost there - to say...!

My father's voice, which sounds interrupted, keeps moving away.

'Your ideal... No... that's all I need to do to get involved in the world's crap.'

In the meantime, I still remember clearly the voice of that man, who was relative to my father, as he stuck to his brain.

'There he is! Over there!'

"Go after him! Kill him!

"How dare you fool me before! These demons!

My mother pulls my hand in the dark woods ahead of me through the back entrance and runs to the spot.

My mother's face always smiled.

But there's a great deal of agony there right now.

I want to do words that encourage my mother like that somehow, but this is only a memory chase experience.

I can't move this little body or even speak up right now.

All I can do is shut up and watch this memory like hell.

"Ha!

Towards the impending chase my mother unleashes her magic and manages to keep retreating it.

"Don't be frightened! Go on! '

"There's a kid! I can't do this!

But passive to many.

The number of reinforcements wins against the number of chasers to repel.

Plus, I realized something. My mother stops her leg and faces me with that hand firmly held.

Go on, put a gentle smile on that face that was always pointed at me.

'Bad people because their mother will stop them here... you run away alone. If you find out something happened to your father and mother, you will... because there is always someone here to help you...'

And that's what I said, staring me in the eye.

Young I clogged my voice and shook my neck left and right as a boom.

'Please...... Listen to your mother, I'm sure I'll see you later, okay?

'Really...?

'Yeah, promise. I'll pick you up with my father...'

My mother's serious eyes and teachingly tone.

But even at a young age, I had a faint idea that if I let go of this hand, I might never see him again.

Still, I didn't have the strength to fight there with you then.

He said that if I were there, I would just get in my mother's way.

My mother gently stroked my head with a small nod.

And the slowly gripped hand is unraveled.

Young I walked away from my mother with my gaze on her.

"Run!

My mother screams at me.

And gradually start to increase that speed.

"Faster! Never stop!

The word also sounds as if it's being said to me right now.

I cut my gaze from my mother in the past and ran forward.

In the dark woods, the branch leaves are all over the body without worrying about getting scratched.

From behind, I hear the chaser's voice and my mother's screaming.

"Ray! Live!

My vision and my heart are engulfed in darkness.

"Ray! - I! - I '

My voice keeps moving away and turning down.

Still, I'm just running through the dark woods in waterfall-like tears from my eyes.

This was my breakup with my parents.

- Ray, Ray, Ray.

The feeling of light behind my eyelids, and the voice calling me, is rocking my eardrum.

I realize in a blurred consciousness that that is not a dream, but a sense of reality.

"Mm..., mmm..."

"Dear Fray, what have you done?

The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was the glare of sunlight shooting in through the window.

And then it was Rosé standing by the bed looking down at me that got into my sight.

"Lo... ze...?

A maid of old-fashioned appearance illuminated by the light that plugs through the window.

And I see that face looking at me with the same emotionless faceless expression, and I learn to relieve myself.

"Yes. Looks like they were... aren't you feeling well?

My emotions are hard to read, but he probably asks me that worryingly.

I don't know how long it's been, but it must have been hearing my voice and walking into the room.

As I awoke, my body's senses returned, I noticed that my whole body was soaking wet with unpleasant sweat.

Thin clothes and my skin are stuck with cold sweat and I feel sick.

"No..., I'm fine... I just had a little nasty dream..."

"An unpleasant dream, is it?

"Oh......"

"What kind of...?

An inquiry that is rare and takes a step back into a delicate part.

But I'm not very uncomfortable with why.

"... dreams of being chased around by those five mothers"

I lied and made fun of it.

There's no way I can tell you the truth, and I don't need to.

"... it's a nightmare"

After a short while, Rosé returned it that way.

"Right?"

It's a lie, but until last night, I did not sleep with those mothers for three days or three nights. It would be convincing if I told you.

"If you still don't feel great, can I bring you breakfast?

"No, I'm fine. I want to see everyone's face, and I'm going to eat."

"I'm in awe. Well, I'll be waiting for you."

Rosé greets me and then leaves the room.

Exhale loudly after dropping it off.

My heart is still hitting the early bell because of the nightmare.

And then I think about why I dreamed of that dream, looking at the palms that are shockingly wet with sweat.

Is it simply because you are getting tired......

Or is my deep psychology telling me not to forget what I live for and what I really am...