My Reality is a Romance Game

She said she suddenly held her arm that hit my cheek. It was an injured arm. It seemed to be better, but 100% didn't seem to have healed. This is possible because the bandage was not removed and confirmed. I immediately raised my body, grabbed her arm, and took off my bandage to see what was going on. The seams were as if they had been sewn after surgery. It was strangely realistic. Wouldn't an item disappear as if it weren't scratched at once, like the RPG recovery magic? Well, it would be better if there were traces of sewing. If suddenly the wound disappears, it will be strange.

"Be careful. What to do if you have suppuration."

I also wrapped the bandage carefully. She did not shake off unexpectedly and stared at it. I thought now and shouted at her.

"And love is absolutely different! If the misunderstanding is solved and the true culprit is caught, I will never be with her again. I will never meet. If, as you say, the feelings for her are love, do you think this is possible? "

Of course I was serious. If the misunderstanding is solved and the true culprit is known, the mission should be solved. If the mission was resolved, there was no reason to meet Aya. But Mr. Hikami's case is another dimension. Now I just need to break the grudge between them. If I can capture this infinite repetition, that's fine.

Looking at Kuzuro, who has not stopped keeping his cold gaze, despite explaining so much, I strongly hugged her body, which was unable to maintain any more reason and raised her upper body.

"I can't explain the reason yet, but I will always speak. I never have a feeling of liking. If I talk to each other and get the misunderstanding and use Aya-san, I promise that she will never see her again. I guess I can prove that I don't love it.

“…………”

Kushiro, who was held by me without any particular resistance, went through silence. He soon opened his mouth and whispered quietly to me.

"What did you call now?"

"Hmm?"

I was in a hurry. When he finally opened his mouth, he asked a ridiculous question. What did you call? I repeated the line I said. And noticed. I didn't think so acutely and called her name.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Involuntarily ..."

"Call me again."

"Call again?"

As I repeated her words, I pushed my body away with both hands and looked up at me. The expression that was cold suddenly was loose.

"Uncle, right now, did you call me the name below? Try calling it again."

"I screamed," I screamed, Kusora, but I involuntarily uttered her. "

I inadvertently called the name below her again in a sudden order. Then, her brows seemed to be round and tender, and I felt that the coldness had disappeared a little.

"Oh, I guess I was last called by my name about 10 years ago. When I was young, my grandfather felt like it was the last. She was so disgusting that she was called a young lady, I was a young lady, my name, my name, who am I, and even my identity? There was a time when I was confused, but that doesn't mean the lady is a name that anyone can call, and of course I can't forgive the name, so my uncle is no exception. You don't really like that woman? "

Unexpectedly, she used the name Uncle again.

"It's not."

"I understand. I believe in Uncle's words. I don't understand what the reason is. However, I believe in only those words that I don't love her. Unfortunately, I'll make use of her. I can't do it. "

He said with a slightly calm face, but the last word was stubborn.

"Kuzora ... Isn't that too much? She just misunderstood. I only want to be merciful once."

"Kuzora? Uncle, are you going to make me angry again?"

Her expression now seems to be asking why she is calling her last name again. No, I told myself that I couldn't forgive my name and my uncle was no exception. The story is different. Her story was not self-evident, but she still called her name, as you wished.

"Shaking love, so once, forgive me ..."

When I heard the word shaking, the sound was not bad. Suddenly, both ends of her mouth were slightly lifted. However, it was eventually rejected.

"I don't like that.

"I can't let a poor woman who just wanted to take revenge on her sister die in front of me ... Don't you think she's poor? She had only one sister, her sister. I guess that's just what happened because I lost someone ... "

"What is it? She didn't give up on her life when she chose the path of revenge, what she just wanted to complete her life? Against me? And I just thought I aimed at me, right? "

It was the right word. Aya chose suicide after the murder failed. In a parallel world that has already been loaded.

"But ... Okay, so at least you get the misunderstanding? You didn't kill Ayako, no matter how much you looked at the material, I don't think you killed him. Can you do it? "

"What would I do if I killed you? If so, would that woman still try to kill me? I'm worried about my uncle's choice when it happened."

"That ... what if you killed?"

It was something I never thought. Until now, I was convinced that Kuzora was not the culprit, so I was able to advance the mission so far. So I thought that Aya was just misunderstanding, that her resentment could eventually be resolved, and that my mission could be resolved easily. However, once Kuzora has killed Aya, his resentment cannot be resolved. Rather, in order to solve the mission, the story is that you must take revenge against Kuzoku. Impossible. This is a mission that cannot be solved. After all, no matter how much you think, it is unlikely that Kuzoku killed him in some circumstances.

"Uncle, I'm not a boast, but a bad woman. Isn't it hard to go to heaven anymore? There's no reason not to kill me? Why don't you make an alibi?"

No, it couldn't have been. If so, there is no point in having the third option appear. She is mean. I also chose to look good. I had a little idea of her intention to come out in this manner. I was definitely testing if I would choose myself.

"That's okay. If you have to choose one of the two, of course, I'll choose you. If you're the culprit, you're no longer involved with Aya-san."

When I finished, Kuzora smiled only when she came here. As before, I started to laugh, thinking I was smiling.

"Is it true? Well, you didn't forget the word to submit to me. But I'm sorry. Yuko really killed me."

"Huh? I guess it can't be. I ordered you to re-examine."

"That's another reason. What's so noisy about the killing person? So, can I kill that woman anymore? No way to say anything else."

Kuzora suddenly came out strongly. I was able to guess the answer she wanted, so I tried to look good, but on the contrary, I was surprised. After all it was not an easy woman. That said, I can't say anything to a man. That would be even worse.

"I see. You can kill me.