Two days after the raffle, visitors to the raffle were packed into the mansion of the lifestyle club headquarters. Even yesterday, a considerable number of people are visiting with strength.
When it comes to what those who come to the raffle draw, it is in order. Visitors were given tickets with their designated dates and IDs, respectively.
From the day before the raffle, Kumi and Ruba had been making copies of Arlaune and preparing. He also turns quite a few to Junko and Hot Jiro because the two of them are very unable to cover him alone.
Kumi once again conveys the precautions to the visitors to the church, parasitizing copies of Arlaune and sending them to Baste if they are dusty.
"The new denominational facility is undergoing admirable renovation"
In the evening, Sa Chest comes and reports to the raffle visitors at Kumi, who is taking a breath after finishing the parasitic of Al-Rawnecopi.
The mansion we are in has been narrow for a long time, so we were talking about moving to a new, larger facility.
Before entering the raffle, Kumi and the others had gone to visit the candidate sites for the new denominational facilities. The land and facilities are a substitute for a former churchgoer's coming dreams. It used to be a factory where weapons and weapons were smuggled, and there was little damage or deterioration seen inside the building, and if renovated, it seemed like it could be used as a denominational facility, so it was the carriage to purchase.
"Good -. But I should have bought it sooner. It'll still take a while to renovate. I couldn't have done it earlier because I asked for Junko."
Kumi gets a bright look. No matter how familiar I bought it from my dreams, because of the originally painful flow of funds, I was very unable to get hold of it, such as the purchase of a new denominational facility, but instead of participating in Junko's plan, I was able to get a new, wide base because I received a lot of assistance from Junko.
"There are more and more believers, and I just want to say smooth sails..."
Say it, Kumi clogs the words. The expression is also a little cloudy.
"You must be anxious. But you can rely on it, and you can be sweet, conscious that you have everyone without carrying it alone."
Sa Chest exhales small, a rare and gentle voice for this man.
"Can I be sweet? Is that really the case? Was Mr. Jin-sai relying on everyone sweetly in his heart, too? I've tried to be a patriarch many times. Mr. Jin-sai said you were amazing. You always seem to be kidding me, but you said you were a good patriarch, and you were a pillar of everyone's mind. I... can I be like that?
"Whether it's Jinsai or Kumi, you're the type of patriarch close to the faithful. I'm not the type to be dignified, hardened and deified. And the faithful who are now in the Order of Life are the ones who think such a patriarch is fine. Anyone who doesn't fit that will get out. You've seen him like that before."
"Sachi said before, the crossing of emerging religions - emerging religious maniacs."
Kumi smiles bitterly. If you don't look like a patriarch to Kumi, I've been following you too hard, and a new believer reminded me of you. Eventually the person left the church.
"I'm not even going to tailor it to someone who doesn't like it, as long as they can't help it. That's not going to change."
Those who seek extraordinary powers who come to the raffle are nominally talking about empowering them instead of becoming believers, but they are also free to give them strength and then escape. So far, no one has said that they can get out as soon as they only have the power, but they all agree with the doctrine of the Society for Life, rather than the power itself, and Kumi has not done much about it.
Luca used to think about killing herself.
That's not because things were hard and desperate. simply because I felt that life itself was a very troublesome substitute. The world, and life itself, is capable of a very troublesome setting. I want to give up. I vaguely hoped so.
Luca is still alive because she has so little hope and no courage to commit suicide. When you are aware of dying, fear also boils. Fear raises doubts. I think about what a serious, hard, suicidal sense of human despair would be. I wonder how deeply damaged the hell it would be to do that. I wonder how badly it would be damaged.
The strongest awareness that I wanted to die was when my mother fell.
Luca lived with her mother and brother for three. The mother was in the water business and had not much interest in Luca, her only son. I was more obsessed with playing host than that. My brother neglected Luca's character and didn't even have a conversation.
I can't say I'm very wealthy, but I've never suffered from poverty. Poverty was the default, and people, they were not willing to split from themselves and jealous of those who were wealthier than themselves.
I can't help but think that my mother didn't love me or that my brother neglected and avoided me. My family was avoiding Luca in the first place because it was quickly troublesome and had such qualities as throwing things away and destroying them, but it was late. Luca was aware of what was avoided because of it, and she gave up that she had no choice.
One day, my mother fell ill.
It seemed like a serious illness, but I was not hospitalized. Her mother had a terrible distrust of the hospital. Because when my husband was hospitalized, he was dead from a medical error. For that reason, it's the end of not even trying to take medication if you get sick. Even if my sons get sick, I don't give them drugs. It seems that I will not take you to a doctor.
By then, Luca's brother had already lived independently and cohabiting with his lover away from home. I contacted my brother once, Luca, but I knew my brother would never come home worried about my mother.
Luca's mother's presence was violently neglected at this time. At first, some care was burned, but after the medical condition deteriorated and he was unable to stand up, he was completely left alone. If I hadn't taken care of my excretion, I wouldn't have carried water or food.
2LDK apartment. I quickly got used to the stench drifting from my mother's bedroom, but Luca was also slightly guilty. I am a hassle and do nothing. I don't feel like doing something about it at all. My mother just gets pissed all over and shit left out for that. I was also aware of how sinful that was. I also thought about how my mother was feeling right now. But even if it's in his head, Luca doesn't feel like moving. It stinks.
Luca kept thinking about killing herself because she wanted to get out of this situation, and because she wanted to get out of herself like this.
And the mother is dead. Before he died of illness, he was supposedly malnourished.
Luca, who didn't take care of much, thought she might be arrested, but she didn't. The hospital handled pneumonia. I don't know the details, but that seems more convenient for the hospital. It seems to be pneumonia, whether it's aging, malnutrition, or total death.
A slight guilt is still stung in Luca's heart as a thorn. Still dragging.
When Junko converted me into a murder club, it was the most fun. Without any trouble, I was enthusiastic about killing. There was no guilt in killing people. On the contrary, I couldn't help but have fun.
But still, Luca's heart spine hasn't fallen out, and her troublesome odor content remains intact.
"Man is shaken by the evil stronger than the good that is given to him by man"
After finishing his meal at the family, Luca ran for it.
"Good things happen naturally. I can't forgive bad things. I can tell you how sorry I am to think that."
I said that in front of Luca, I was eating spaghetti from Sohne Souji.
Zongji rarely opens his mouth in front of anything other than Luca. At best, it's the least we can do. Only with Luca, and only when you and Luca are alone.
"So does Luca?
"Am I being impatient? I don't think so."
Luca lightly denies the next thought.
"It's weird at a certain point. It's just a positive world. Every downside of this world is annoying to people like me who take their feet so hard."
"Are you working with Junko for that?
"Yeah. Even in a dream story... even if it's troublesome, as long as I live like this, I feel like I could try"
In response to the next question, Luca answered promptly.
"Right. So, what do you do for the moment?
"Protection of an establishment called Baste if dust is also loaded. Sone Sect. I'll have you fight next time. But... in my opinion, you'd better not go into protection and kill the murder club from this side. But I'm in some kind of trouble. Junko Yukioka didn't tell me."
"Is that what Luca wants?
"I don't want to. Just a thought."
Asking with a true face Zongjie, Luca spilled a strange smile somewhere. This is what Zongji always looks like, but Luca liked it.
"If you're trouble, I'll move instead. That will do. Don't hesitate to order."
"Then Sohne Seiji, let's play the murder club hunt together now"
"I'm still eating."
Zongji took control of Luca, who stood up with a smile on his face.