My Reality is a Romance Game

*

-At that time. The current sky.

"Somehow, a pretty big impact has come in." "Your lady? Her complexion isn't good ..." "I felt like I was going back to nothing. What is it?"

I know the cause of the strange phenomenon that has happened recently. It was very strange, but rather interesting. It was just a boring fun. I haven't told Hasegawa. However, my strange feeling was quite different. Something was vague. It was too vague. It's like your existence disappears. Yes, as if it were a sense of nothingness. Kuzora had a bad feeling about it. I was taken out of my phone in a strange mood. I thought that mobile was a waste in my life, so I didn't have any idea of possession until Hasegawa gave me a hand. Dedicated mobile phones are simply more tied to greater boredom. But now, mobile phones have become a favorite. He manipulated the phone and called a number that had only one saved.

"I can answer the phone right now ..."

As the announcement came, Kuzora frowned. Acts that do not answer the phone. That's one of the things that Kuzora hates most. In fact, Hasegawa had many dead endings. Of course, this time Kusora was a little angry. She had a mobile phone for a while. I wanted to forgive me if the phone rang within 5 seconds. But the phone did not ring. Kusuku had already stared at the phone for 5 minutes instead of 5 seconds.

"..."

Chew your lips. Well, he seemed busy. It wouldn't have been possible before. Kuzora exercised patience again, surprisingly thinking so. He did not notice the change himself. He did not recognize the fact that he was so patient now and complied with his mobile phone.

[Uncle or Mister. Contact us now for any busy work. ]

Kuzora recently went to see him after putting off his busy work for Hasegawa. However, this man is not only a phone, but also an email. That is not at all permissible. However, after sending [email] for a while, there was no reply. A little bit of patience, but soon ended.

"Stop" "Eh?" "I'm going to my uncle's house right now." "But the lady. The schedule that was postponed yesterday ..."

As Kuzuki's eyes were extraordinary, the high-end sedan, which he always rides, immediately made a U-turn and ran to a single apartment in Hasegawa. One hour had passed since I had already sent [email]. The time that Kuzoku can forgive has already passed quickly.

"The key is closed. It looks like I'm away." "Remove the door."

Waiting in front of the door is an action you can do when you are in a good mood. Kuzuka came into Hasegawa's room with Tsukatsuka.

"Search for your uncle right now. Catch and bring me to me!"

Kuzora sat down on the bed saying that. In front of me is Hosegawa's stockings hanging on the wall.

"It works right away!"

The guards answered and began to call busy. This is the moment when public power moves. After giving the order, Kuzora got the phone again.

[Uncle or Mister. Last chance. Call now or come to me. ]

I sent an email like that. After 10 hours, no response was received even in the morning. Something strange. The strange feeling that I had just felt increased. The guards were soon swarming, waiting for his anger and sleepless eyes, without ever thinking that it was anxiety.

"You can't find any traces." "I couldn't find any traces?" "Yes. I couldn't find any traces. There's nothing like this." But ... To be exact, I have searched all routes, including smuggling, but I haven't seen any traces. "

Kuzuku bite his mouth tightly. Blood flowed out of my mouth, how hard I chewed.

"People are always betraying this way. After all dogs are dogs."

And suddenly, he dismissed it with a cold face.

"Yes, but. Young lady. Don't you know what it is?"

Guard 1 said hesitantly. Then, Kuzuka glares at the guard one team.

"If you think so, what are you doing now without running around? Use my personal connections. Find out anything and anything!" "Yes!"

Kuzoku shouted, and guards jumped out of the door again. The solitary Kuzora stared at the stockings again. Then clench the fist. There was still no response on the phone. She wasn't really like her and I tried the phone again but didn't answer.

"..."

I stared at the bed. I remembered Hasegawa holding his hand while stroking his head in this bed.

－Hey.

As I recall the sound of that silly lullaby, Kuzora slipped over my futon. I have no idea what is going on. Originally, it was an easy thing to get rid of the dog who betrayed himself, with only murderous intent. However, the speed of sound caused anxiety about it. It was not already the stage of resentment. The emotional state has completely changed from before. Could not be disposed of. Of course, I didn't mean to forgive me. However. But.

"Young lady ..." "How do you know something?"

Ninku, wearing a futon, stood up with a surprised expression and shouted.

"No, that's ... it's weird. It's impossible for the existence itself to disappear like this. It's a story if you're alive." "... What does that mean?" If you have been, you can find out in this way ... "

Gashan!

Kuzora threw an ashtray in front of him. Blood spilled from the corner of the eyes of the Guard 1 team who hit it.

"……""Lady"

Guard 1 head blinked and stared at such a sky. He thinks the current sky is not ordinary. I can't find a normal figure at all. Angry, but not the usual anger. It was not the anger he always watched next door. Worry not anger.

"... come out. Instead of such a guess, please find a certain thing."

Guard 1 left the room again. Kuzora clasped his fist. Then he put on the futon of his bed again and crouched. When I realized the smell of Hasegawa from the futon, it became very cold somehow.

*

When I did [road], Yuasa appeared again in front of me. It seemed certain that this was my only ability. Yu morning remains unrecognizable. This took the same action as the first time. So I did the same. I can't kill her. Killing her will affect the ice. That said, it wasn't even if I had a quarrel with her here. If the reason that Kusora lives is just luck in the original history. Rather than relying on luck, they had to find it again and save it. For the time being, what you do then has to be done.

Yuasa disappeared while saying the same words as before [Road]. No matter how fast you move, you get caught up in an explosion. The blast of the explosion was so strong that it couldn't move easily even with the [intangible sword].

The explosion subsided, and he ran again at the site where smoke rose. Then he found a black sedan at the same position as before [Road].

"Shaking love!"

After all, the driver and his parents were killed instantly. That is history, and we do not intend to change this. It cannot be changed. All I need to do is save Kusuka more reliably so that the butterfly effect does not occur.

Immediately applied to Kyu-Kora with ruptured head using [bandage] While holding the hand of a young nine sky, I look at it. Even before [Road], he was awake especially easily. Because he took the treatment earlier, it would be better now. Even if the hole in the head remains inevitably from the depth of the wound. All I have to do is survive in the sky I know. Hugging such a sky, I hid before the building where Yuasa appeared. Then, Kuzuku woke up immediately.

[Road] The situation has changed from before! It's a different time to rescue her. [Bandage] 's ability has not changed. Even before [Road], I woke up about this time after using [Bandage] and was searching for my grandfather. Now that she has rescued earlier than before [road], she wakes up from [bandage] at the same time.

"Mom .... Mom ...?"

Kuzora woke up looking for her mother. It's safe.

"I don't have a mom right now." "You are ... who are you? Guards?"

Kuzora got up rubbing his eyes. Rubbing his eyes exactly overlaps with the sky I know. The figure was adorable and I was embracing this little Kuzuku, but I barely caught it. It is assaulting to imitate a child who doesn't know anything. Now she is the only person I do not know.

"No. I'm not a guard, but I just got an accident and helped you." "Accident?" "My grandfather will come." "You .... Do you know my grandfather?" "Let's stop saying you" "?"

What kind of thing is the child's Kusora? I stared at me. The name you or that you are is the word that I know, Kusora, tells me of beings without any emotion. Even though it was a child, it was the same name, so I didn't want to hear it.

"Can you call me an uncle? This is my uncle who helped me." "Uncle?" "Yes"

Because she is four years old, she looks very good at what she calls an uncle. Rather than I know Kuzora.