For a thousand years, the girl was searching as if she were a girl. I was wandering. I was displaced.

I wonder if I won't see you until the end of the world, even with such anxiety in my heart, I couldn't give up and continue to live.

I've also heard stories about a better chance of reunion if you end up with a life now and put your soul in the frame of reincarnation, but not then. That is unacceptable. I only want to see you again with my present life. Even if they are reborn and have changed their appearance and mind. I want to touch that soul with my memory of the only loved being in this world.

The thought was finally fulfilled with the passage of years when he could not give up and continued to walk. That was enough satisfaction.

But before I was satisfied, the story was still going on.

"Everyone has their best memories burned."

In the living room, Junko, who sat alone on the couch tired, said.

"I was a thousand years ago, and I wonder if you were a warrior 500 years ago."

"Yep... he wants to go back to those days... I still feel painful"

"But I can't go back. It only exists in memories. I wish I could make time TV, even if I can't travel time, at least see what happened in the past."

I hold my tired body sitting next to me and stroke my head.

"But I'm going to make better memories. With that kid, right? Of course I'm tired, with you."

"That's what I'm sayin '... why don't you run all the way out..."

While pointing his mouth, Tired rubbed his head against the body of a pure child.

Let's Play Mad Scientist Lover End