The day of liberation, when the planned upfront was decided, was finally approaching until tomorrow.
The matter of the foreclosure was scheduled to be notified on the same day, but I was informed the day before that that I would not blame it too much.
The believers were secretly getting ready. Because it was a sudden advance, and because of the condition that preparations had to be made in secret to avoid being understood by the misguided spies, most of the activities originally planned by some people were also to be cut.
The accompanying plan also went pretty crazy, but the major muscles could be contained. On the contrary, it may be said that the plan is already in progress.
"You, you've been out here a lot, but are you already moving?
At the bar set up inside the hospital, a dog owner sitting on the counter asked his companion next to him.
Entertainment facilities are provided on the instructions of Midori. There are other things like Gessen and the gym.
"Sort of. My plan needed to be prepared outside. I look forward to tomorrow. I'll show you a big spectacle. You'll be famous for history without exaggeration."
A good chatter companion. Leaving the headquarters facility is restricted, so he was out mixing with the shopping club, pulling some followers.
"Even before liberation, Midori lost her energy."
He exhales small when he sees his exasperated companion, and the dog owner tilts the whiskey glass in his hand.
"Oh, because the one closest to the Princess has been lost. What was the case before the showdown? It's cliché to clean this up with the word" trials, "but it's a cliché that we have to accept as a trial and let the Princess get over it."
Dog owners exhale again as they speak in a playful tone.
"Don't push your ideal patriarchal statue. It's just annoying if they do that. Well, Midori would even laugh and take it."
Because the dog breeder had a rare, true-faced and blaming tone, the accompaniment did not argue with spinal reflexes, as usual, and it took my breath away.
"I've seen Midori since I was a little girl, but I've never seen him depressed"
Tales of the killing of apricots yesterday were also widespread within the denomination. Then, to this day, Midori ceased to appear before the believers. When the four executives pressed him, he smiled, as usual, but somewhere unwieldy and clearly had a small mouth count.
"I don't know what to say, but Midori didn't think anything about people dying. Even when Himejima - Midori's father died - Midori didn't show how sad she was. I thought he was like that, like he was objectively dividing himself from the separation of death. I don't know the difference between Yunzuka and Yunzuka."
"Dog breeder. I'm pushing my values with you."
"Really?
To the accompanying point, the dog owner spills a smile in illumination.
"It's not always something I can forgive my mind because I'm a parent. The priorities of those who I think are important are not always family first. Neither do I. In me, the Princess and the people here are much more important than the blood connected family. The Princess opened her heart to Mr. Yumtsuka from His Highness the Father. That's all we'll talk about."
"Sort of..."
Honestly, I wasn't convinced by the accompanying words. I agree with you because you were a dog breeder, but it's a hassle.
"Do you believe in the existence of God?
A dog breeder who suddenly changes the subject.
"Princess Midori is equal to my God"
"That's not what we're talking about. Creator - that god who's an administrator. You think it's real?
"I don't know. But I don't want you to be honest. If there was an almighty being, if you're making the world this way, don't think he's kidding. If you're even manipulating fate, you can't forgive me for taking Yunzuka Apricot's life and hurting the Princess. Of course, I've set my life up like this, and I've been through a lot."
Seeing an accompaniment that seeps in anger and speaks, the dog owner smiles strangely for some reason.
"If it's God who knows everything in this world and creates everything in this world's destiny, your favorite Midori, it's God's creation, isn't it?
In the words of the dog owner, the accompaniment ceases.
"Actually, I do. I think God is like a writer. A writer with bad taste. At least you're inferior to me."
Just one last word, the dog owner emitted slightly hateful. The dog breeder, who usually floats without much emotion, felt like he was revealing some serious sincerity, and his companion was starting to listen to him in earnest.
"So I decided to try to rebel against God. Prove that the real story I spell is a lot funnier than meh. Well, even that sounds like a God made substitute, but I don't think so. Sometimes a character even walks alone away from the will of a writer. That's exactly what I am right now."
"What's a real story about?
"I'm not directly involved in the Liberation Day mess, but I'm not at all involved. It's a secret how you're involved."
For accompanying questions, dog breeders return vague answers with a smile on their face.
"If you told me that much, could you tell me that you're going to die tomorrow as a souvenir of the underworld?
"Come and die a mystery. This is probably the only truth Midori and I know. Yeah, I didn't even teach Midori, but he'd definitely notice."
"But that's surprising. I didn't know you'd say anything like that."
I don't know how far the dog owner is serious about it. He's the man who was always making fun of his company for lying that didn't make sense. But only this time, I felt like I was talking quite mixed with my heart.
A dialed telephone connected to a receiver with multiple wound cords, in black, shiny and glossy, in a housing with one side raised like a slope. It's the Lord's retro hobby here, which was placed in the living room more than the other week, but I can't help but turn the dial and enter the number.
If you really don't like it, you can use your phone. I tried using it with some interest, but the dialing input was troublesome, and when the receiver did it, it was too tight and heavy, and I decided not to use it in the future at all.
If you look closely, the lighting in the living room also replaces a large bulb from a fluorescent light and is fitted with a flat umbrella with a strangely old smelly design. The clock also had a soaked surface, and the pendulum clock, which had only a multiple of three times the time, and the interior of the living room were halfway showered.
"Mm-hmm. What's wrong?
For the first time in a long time I had heard a bounced voice, the truth felt a warm fire lit in my hard and cold heart, filled with peace.
"I just wanted to hear your voice"
I think right after I said something that wasn't even a pattern.
"Something wrong?
Junko also guesses it and asks in a slightly more serious voice.
Nothing. Nothing.
Leave it for a little while before the truth answers. Junko immediately realized that there would be nothing, but he decided not to go any further.
"What do you think of their ability to read their minds and stimulate their memories? You know, traumatizing, showing the phantoms of the deceased."
True to get to the point. Honestly, I wasn't hesitant to ask Junko for advice. I am willing to come as far as I can on my own. But I can't just say that this time either. The other person is the other person.
"Mm-hmm. I thought it was an old, used East-West story."
"That's not what I'm asking, that's what I want to hear from the neighborhood about what to do when dealing with guys with that kind of power."
'Tired, I know you're more familiar with the area, but asking me, Tired, do you even fight with you?
"Off the hook. I'm asking you because I'm not tired enough to talk to you. I'm deciding to deny it out of my head or that I can't win without any incompetence. But you don't deny them completely."
"I see. Ugh, I'm glad to hear something. True you bought me and I'm counting on you."
In fact, I just rely on it. True to add without saying anything. Additionally, I often get my butt wiped as a result, even if I don't wish straight from my true mouth.
True, do you have any ideas? You're not gonna ask me otherwise. '
"I was wondering if they might use that power the other way around. Trying to stimulate my memory, I wonder if showing my memory would make me hesitate the other way around."
It wasn't just what I just said, I was hoping for more effects, but the truth was I didn't touch that much. The death of an apricot triggered it, and I came up with more than that.
'Abstract, but somehow I figured it out. Depends on the person...... I wonder. True, no matter how much you realize it's a mental attack and try to keep your will, the ability of that hand doesn't completely naked your mind. You leave your mind defenseless, so no matter how much you say you're definitely a mental attack, you're in danger of being an irresistible ordinary person? I wonder if I should at least be mentally strong from the fundamental part. I've already got to overcome my heart wound and make it so much less traumatic.'
(If it's what makes you stronger mentally, it just happened yesterday. with a big scratch...... na)
It really felt strange that it was the opposite of what Junko was talking about.
"True you are confident in that?"
None.
Truth answers when you don't wear your hair.
"You're only going to be ready to smash balls. Well, maybe you'll be okay."
Even though I'm not sure, it's a strange story that I might have to do without any basis, I think after I say it.
'I'm sorry I couldn't give you much good advice. Oh, I'm going to buy a souvenir full of American, suspicious treats that look bad on my body, so look forward to it.'
"No, it was helpful. Thanks. Bye."
True to hang up and look back.
Shiatsu and Akajo Yi, potted just by their necks, are still facing the true one.
"Do you need my help?
I smile confidently.
"I'm pulling it off, and it's the power that you need! Come on, honey, say anything you want! I'd do anything for you!
Saying in a sheer but powerful tone, he let his eyes shine and waited for the true word, but the truth turned his back on the two of them silently and went out of the living room.