When Law One returned to his office, Spica, the client's girl, was waiting for him in front of the office. It sits dressed like it would bring to the door.
"Fool...... Stop by my side now and you'll be in danger."
"Then it's just fine. Just let Mr. Ohashi cross the dangerous bridge. I'm the only one safe and cheating."
Spica blames the first with a sinister face, and goes on with a clear face.
"Ha... don't give a shit. Up."
Law One takes a heavy sigh and opens the door, causing Spica to enter the office woo.
"Is something wrong?
Spica asked, realizing that the state of Law One was strange at some point.
"Mmm... nothing..."
Though young, I think the woman is sharp, and while her heart is open, Law One disguises herself as calm.
"Which one would you prefer, tea or coffee?
"Coffee. The same black as Mr. Ohashi."
To Spica's answer, Law One opened his mouth pompously.
(What I'm drinking black is that I was dressed as a tea maker, but what is this change of heart?)
I wonder if I should touch it. If you touch it, you touch it. They're going to say something, and if you don't touch it, they're going to tell you not to touch it.
"Hey, how did Mr. Ohashi fall into the back street?
After asking so, Spica put black coffee on her mouth and glanced at her face. I can see that I haven't been able to drink.
"Why do you ask that?
"I was wondering if I should be on the back street too... But I was wondering if I should tell Mr. Ohashi a lot of things."
To Spica's words, Law One was not particularly surprised. Because there were still such omens. And when Spica turned this way, Law One always felt.
"That's something I don't really want to say. It has to do with your mother and father."
"If you say that, you'll want to hear extra. And the father... I don't know anything about it, but Mr. Ohashi knew about it?
"He better not know..."
While I think I've said something extra, at the same time, I think Law One is a good opportunity. It was something I had to tell Spica someday.
Let me know when you get that far.
"In conclusion, I killed your father."
Hearing the words of Law One, Spica solidified while dressed to make coffee.
But it was only for a moment that I was surprised, and it wasn't even such a serious shock. Spica admired Law First from an early age, she knew what kind of person she was, and she didn't know anything about her father. It won't be that big of a shock. More than that, even my sympathy boils down to Law One, which has always had such a secret.
"There's gonna be plenty of bad stories about your mother."
"I know so much that you hate how stupid your mother was, and now you are."
Spica smiles at Law One, which puts a no again.
Then Law One started talking.
When Law One became a high school student, I stumbled upon a man who had conceived and abandoned Law One's childhood tame - Spica's mother.
When I looked into what the man was doing, he was feeding the woman. It was so-called sketchy and hippo. I tricked you into being obsessed with yourself with words skillfully, letting women do all sorts of sexual commerce to contribute. There were times when women were tied up with violence and intimidation, not just words. He treated so many women as if they were slaves that he could not even count them by the fingers of his hands, even if he only found out.
The woman who could no longer do it or tried to escape had her mouth sealed by selling it off to the backstreet organization.
When I was dating a child molester, the guy didn't seem to have done this yet, but one of these days, he remembered the child molester thing, and he might get a little carried away.
"Did you kill him to prevent that?
"No."
To the question of Spica, Law One closes his eyes and waves.
"There was an unimaginable evil in this world. I was willing to kill him because some of the women he was feeding on had a child. He said that and blackmailed me for selling off kids and killing them. The woman was scared and talked, but it was too late. My daughter, only four years old, had already been sold to him. It was made into a toy for both perverts. And I showed the sight raw to my mother and enjoyed the reaction. I covered it with a bowl of parents and children."
After that much talk, Law One asks about Spica's reaction.
"Is it too irritating? Do you still want to go on? Well, you'd better give up the backstreet dwellers."
"Go on."
In response to what the law says, Spica prompts the conversation with a grumpy face.
"I was purchasing a gun with the intention of killing your father, so I killed him then. But... killing such a piece of junk makes me guilty of murder. I don't care what you think. You should kill the scum. He's a piece of shit that doesn't deserve to be kept alive if it's every minute or second. But there are laws in this world, and it's a sin to kill anyone who should. Why not? That's what the law dictates for now. That's all for a joke. In order to preserve this shitty order, the law of a State governed by the rule of law deprives me of my freedom. My actions are also treated as sins. I couldn't stand that irrationality, and to escape that sin, I fell into the back streets. That's all."
Since that time, Law One has acquired the art of strongly thinking, anger, and drawing strength to all irrationality in this world. Futuno Human Tachi is strongly aware that he will be turning away from what he will surely all endure, but Law One is strongly aware.
Someone is grieving somewhere. Angry. I regret it. Desperate. I suffer from being underneath an unreasonable fate. I'm gasping. They're killing me. I'm crying. From that fact, I don't turn away. It doesn't mean I can save it. So just be aware. Burn to memory. Reminds me. And turns it into my own power.
"I told you everything I promised. Your father is a piece of junk in the shavings. Did you regret that?
"Normally such a terrible story... I wouldn't tell you, but Mr. Ohashi told you. Thanks."
"Oh...... If you want to know, you want to know the truth, not the lies, even any chest shit bad story. You're... you're just like me, and you don't want to be fooled. You grew up, and I thought it was time we talked, so I talked."
They were both silent for a while after Lafayette said so. Law One was pouring the second cup of coffee, but Spica was solidified without her hands on the coffee.
"Mr. Ohashi, is life on the back street fun?
After a few minutes, Spica finally opens her mouth.
"That's hard to answer..."
Face to face Law One.
"I'm fluffy now"
"Fluff?"
Spica turns her eyes round to a dialogue that leapt out of the mouth of Law One.
"I don't have legs on the ground and I guess it's unstable... I would have really wanted a different world, but now I can't go back to the street. I don't even want to go back. Something tells me, I'm liking the back street thing. Of course, there's dissatisfaction, there's a difference between dreams and ideals."
"What is Mr. Ohashi's ideal? What would you get if you were on the street?
To Spica's further questions, Law One can put his hands together on the table.
(Gentle world. Warm place......)
There's no way I can be ashamed of that.
"I thought so. But it wasn't. It's hard to get even that way."
"Hmm?
Spica is surprised at the way in which words are uttered without context.
"No, it's nothing. I don't want to tell you, and forget it. I thought you might get it that way, but now it is. I'm not from that side anymore. There's some untrained stuff over there... but I can't live that way."
"What do you like about the back street, wearing the question just now?
"You might be surprised... but it's a fight"
Law One spills a smile.
"I don't need drugs to get in from the outside. Fear, intent to kill, rebellion, and struggle swirl so hard in my head that my brain drag boils down and buzzes my soul. All this irrational rebellion against this shitty world turns into my power at this time."
I was proud to speak and smile, but Spica stared at me.
"Woohoo... you think you're stupid about me and you're watching"
"No, it's funny"
Spica smiles.
"What does a woman know?"
"Men and women, it doesn't matter."
"I don't know..."
I believe that Law One is a distinctly different creature. Especially in my head. A woman's conversation with the other person is as conscious of what is best suited to the woman as possible, but that's annoying.
"Hey... this is the last of the question-attacks. I've always wanted to ask you something. There are two things I wanted to make sure of."
"Rust and two."
"Mr. Ohashi, did you like your mother?
To Spica's question, Law One had a nihil grin.
"Men say save folders, women say overwrite, but even men can be overwritten. There were times when I did like it, but honestly, I saw your mother's place, and it cooled me down. You've been saying terrible things since just now... me"
"Did you finally lose interest because your mother was so stupid? Good. Ah."
I wonder why that was good, and how I can look at the delightful spica.
"Mother, I sure was an idiot, but come on... I liked it, didn't I? Once you hear that, the other question is no. I wanted to ask you if you still like it."
"Yes, yes...... I can often ask such embarrassing questions."
"No one else can. Mr. Ohashi, so I can do it."
"Is it licked to say yes? I am."
To Spica, who answers honestly, I joke and laugh.
"I'm in the middle of a fight right now, and if your enemies find out about your existence, I'm sure they'll come after you, so don't come here anymore"
Soon, Lawichi turns off his grin and says it with a true face.
"They know about this place, too?
"This is a bit of a cheat place. It's called a neutral zone, and there's a place where the residents of the back street are fighting over the law. This is the right place. I set up an office in the neutral zone."
"Then you can come."
"You could get caught at the right time to come and go...... Try not to come."
"As much as you can."
Repeating the words added by Law One, Spica grinned.