Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

- How hard.

The heart sounds funny.

He was unconsciously holding his chest all the time.

For some reason, I could almost cry, desperately.

The figure of the person who started singing in front of me seeps in.

The song he sings in Japanese is the example song.

A well-known nursery rhyme in Japan that I have sung several times.

- - Same title as my name in my previous life, song.

Everyone is listening with admiration.

Exotic language in rare melodies for Wilhelm.

I guess the rarity wins and the poor singing is behind us.

In fact, Senior Ziyuan's song wasn't that good.

The pitch is a little off, and Senior Ziyuan doesn't sing or anything in the first place.

Seniors like to read books quietly.

Looking at Senior Ziyuan reminds me of how long ago I was in rage.

About the first day we met in college.

I'm glad I was just watching, but I accidentally confessed.

Then we got to hang out for some reason.

Though it was nice to go out with him, he never had a date outside, and he stuck it in his room every day.

I did, but I never even had a naked hug.

- I couldn't stand those days when you couldn't give me my thoughts back, when I chose to say goodbye.

It's already over, but everything rises vividly and shakes my soul.

Senior Ziyuan. Senior Ziyuan. Why, here...

Why are you here?

I just thought it was real already.

"Liddy, Liddy!

"Ah."

Fried rubbed my shoulder and gave it back to me.

He rushes to Fried and smiles.

"Sorry, it's nothing"

"Nothing... with such a terrible face?

"Huh..."

If I accidentally put my hand on my cheek, I was peered in with a worried face.

"What's going on? Anything wrong?

I shook my head sideways desperately.

There's no way I can tell you about Senior Ziyuan.

Even I have no idea what's going on.

"No. It's really nothing. It's just that I got into his song... that's all."

"But..."

"I'm really fine. I want to hear a song. No?"

"... ok. But as soon as you feel bad, tell me."

"Yeah."

If I asked for a favor, Fried pulled it off, though I'm not accepting it.

Focus on the song again.

I can't wait to see the nostalgic melodies spinning in my ear-touched voice.

And the sound is still off by the way. That was kind of weird.

I can't believe that Senior Ziyuan is singing.

I didn't even think about it where I was dating.

Senior Ziyuan is a book bug, because he showed no interest other than books.

Even me, her, of course, had less priority than the book.

I find it strange that such a senior Ziyuan would sing a song with the same name as me more than ever.

"'Sakura'"

"What?"

At the end of the song, a pompous voice leaked from Fried where Senior Ziyuan bowed respectfully.

I don't think I've been called in and I react.

Fried looks strange to me for responding reflexively.

"No, it sounds like the title of the song right now." Sakura, "because"

"Ah... yes, it is"

... Surprised.

For a moment I wondered if I had been called.

I shook my head and shook off my ridiculous thoughts and looked at the seniors again.

"Congratulations to His Royal Highness Prince Friedrich and Lord Lydiana on this engagement. I'd like to show you another song, if you don't mind."

Senior Ziyuan says yes, speak up.

Also, my eyes met for a moment.

Even though I don't think it matters anymore, my heart still bounces with dodginess.

But that's just me.

Because Senior Ziyuan doesn't know I'm me. There's no way you'll notice.

"... Fried"

I grabbed the sleeve of his clothes.

"Hmm? You want to hear it?

"Yeah, if you can"

"Okay," he nodded, stroking my head, and Fried stood up.

This one also tells Senior Ziyuan with a beautiful voice to be heard again.

"It was brilliant. My fiancée says she wants to hear more of your songs. Can you do it for her?"

"An extra honor for me. Thank you."

Senior Ziyuan's attitude hasn't changed at all when he says he's dealing with royalty. It's magnificent.

When I broke my hips again gracefully, I said a word, "Well," and began to sing, basically.

The song was a nursery rhyme again. A song that thinks of a distant sieve.

Japanese spun again. I was holding my mouth back when I realized the sound that reminded me of my homecoming.

Again, it didn't work.

I just found out that my heart is in it.

A heartfelt sentiment of homelessness.

It was obvious that Senior Ziyuan was singing in anticipation of his distant hometown - Japan.

That sad sound alone makes me realize that he didn't mean it when he came here.

Coincidentally or inevitably, Senior Ziyuan was brought into this world independently of his will.

- I want to go home, I guess.

I thought so abruptly.

Senior Ziyuan is in a different situation than I am.

Like me, I wasn't reborn into this world as a reincarnator.

He came here as a seven fan purple garden.

Maybe it's for sure.

Because he stays too purple garden seniors.

To be honest, I only knew until the hospital days that Mr. Ziyuan was wearing a black suit. It's only uncomfortable for me, but from what I can remember, Senior Ziyuan should have become a member of society at the same time.

It's no wonder you're wearing a suit.

I could strangely honestly convince myself that Senior Ziyuan is a metastasizer, not a reincarnator.

But when did Senior Ziyuan come to this world?

To him this is only a different world.

Even words don't make sense.

Yes, what Senior Ziyuan has been talking about since earlier was the language we usually use, the common language of this continent.

Language and letters are naturally different, although this is an incredible magical world with many cultural, verbal meanings and customs similar to the world we used to live in.

Senior Ziyuan seems to be speaking without any discomfort from what I've seen, but still must have had a lot of difficulty remembering.

No, I was a senior at Ziyuan who could even read the original Chinese text, so I may have cleared the area without any problems.

Still, stranger worlds, harder things would have happened.

"- Eh."

How hard did Senior Ziyuan struggle to get here?

My chest tightens when I think about it.

Dust, and tears come down zero.

Fried next door breathed.

"Hey, Liddy, are you okay?

"Yeah...... fine. I just got hit by a song. Look, sometimes when you get emotional, you get tears, right? Because that's all."

Seniors are not happy that I sympathized.

That's about all I know.

Seniors are proud people.

I'm sure I've done something by myself.

Ever. And always will.

But...

"Ah..."

Heh, I noticed.

Talk about Fried I heard when I came back from the Battle of Tarim.

Talim's warrior. Partien shot. Ancient Roman tactics.

This tactic of antiquity was in a Roman history book that I used to lend to Senior Ziyuan.

I wasn't sure and had my senior explain it in detail.

That's why I remembered.

And I also remembered my brother's story.

"Does the name Evertaille sound familiar to you?

Regret lifts my chest.

Oh, why didn't you think more seriously when you heard my brother.

Evertaille told you herself that Tarim meant a fan.

Talim is exclusive, 'cause if you're not Talim, you told me the last name was strange.

That's where I had stopped thinking.

You should have noticed if you thought about it a little.

The singer said he could be Talim's warrior.

'Cause I knew Tarim's military master had a good chance of being a reincarnator.

And the singer is also a reincarnator. Plus... he has Tarim's name even though he's not Tarim.

Of course, it is possible that the military teacher is a raw Talim.

Still, there can't be so many reincarnates.

I should have been able to think of him as the same person.

Too stupid to want to cry.

But this is all unexpected.

You wouldn't think that's more like someone you know than that.

And I can't believe he's a metastatic, not a reincarnator.

- Maybe a senior, Talim's military teacher.

Everything applies horribly.

Me and my senior, who were in the same history discipline at college.

Seniors had enough knowledge to go straight to the hospital.

What if that senior was brought into this world - and that was Talim, for example?

It's no wonder you used that knowledge to live.

And if a senior who established himself as a military teacher was given a name as a reward, I thought it was a very natural flow.

Tarim's acceptance of anything but the Tarims is unlikely without doing so much.

"Liar......"

Senior Ziyuan may be the enemy.

I noticed it there and accidentally covered my mouth with both hands.

I want to think it's a lie, but all I get is evidence to back it up.

Stare at the senior who keeps singing.

If the seniors really are Talim's military mentors...

What brought you to this country for?

"Singer" is such a trick. Even though I'm not a good singer.

Why did you say you wanted to see us on purpose?

I don't know what Senior Ziyuan is thinking.

Even in college, I can't possibly tell by my head what my senior thought of being praised for his brilliant brains.

Still.

If Senior Ziyuan was on Tarim's side - -.

My body trembled.

I stared at Fried.

"Liddy?"

Grasp the sleeve of Fried's clothes so hard that his fingertips turn white as he stares back worried.

Suppose the senior is Talim's military teacher.

Next time you fight Tarim, this man may not return safely.

'Cause seniors are probably the ones classified as geniuses. Even tactics know so much that they can't count.

One of them had a good chance that Freed would get caught.

Just think, it hurts so your chest can tighten.

My heart screams when I can't stand it.

I don't like it.

To him - - I just don't like that Fried has something.

I wonder what seniors are thinking.

Hostile inspection?

Did you come here to take a glance at the King Prince who got rid of Tarim?

Seniors weren't supposed to do such meaningless things.

Then what's the point?

I don't know. I have no idea.

But I can't leave you like this.

I can't leave it like this and regret it if anything happens to Freed ahead.

I need to know the truth somehow...

He smiled again that it was nothing to Fried, desperately disguised as calm.

It just doesn't suit me sexually to try to turn my fingers around.

Whatever they say about this matter, I thought I could never pull it off.