"... why do you think so?"
Abel listened carefully to my "bad dragon."
And I answer with certainty.
"Abel is not a bad dragon. Then there must have been a bad wizard (...) who turned Abel into a bad dragon. I thought maybe it was the prince or someone behind it."
I'm sure you agree, Mr Abel is silent.
"I don't know what the prince wants to do with Tarot. But, as fairy tales suggest, there will be a great deal of chaos in this country. It's insane to want chaos even though you're the prince of this country. If Tarot gets everything in his hands, something bad will happen."
"... that's right."
The Golden Rose has an RPG part.
I mean... there's a fight.
And there was a conspiracy of nobility, magic, and Abel called Las Boss.
This means that it is not strange that something like war, civil unrest, or coup d 'état is built into the scenario.
"I don't know if I'm going to be a 'bad dragon' under the magic of a slave, or if I'm going to be a dragon of my own by being pulled out of knowledge or by being grasped with a considerable weakness. But anyway, it's going to be the worst."
I wanted to explain these.
... I didn't want to tell you.
I really shouldn't ask Abel to do this.
I don't think I can ask for this because I'm not a close associate, I'm not a new teacher, and I think Abel is the only one who knows what's going on.
"So, if I turn into a bad dragon... before it hurts my beloved world. I want you to kill me before that happens. And I want you to stop Prince Yee."
... through today's events, I'm convinced.
This world has dreams, magic, sparkles.
And it's much more cruel than I thought.
I also felt it when I was cursed by Luigi, and even considering the misfortune of the attack on Abel, I can see it from Dr. Ray's circumstances.
The world is filled with cruelty of equal size.
Human selfishness and conspiracy swirl around, making people unhappy without notice.
It's such a horrible place, here. That is no different from the previous life.
What you should have known.
But... today, I felt the fact that it was too late closest to me.
That was because I felt a great danger that wasn't supposed to be in the "game scenario".
The world is starting to run in a different direction than the original.
Gabriela is not a righteous villain, and I am in a different state, and Laurier, Orris' brother, Ray, Abel, and all the leading figures may be in a different state from the original.
─ ─ Then it might be me who made a mistake in putting the world at risk.
Because Abel and I are (...) similar.
You know forbidden magic, for some reason, the main character of the game.
Its attributes are close.
Then I'm in the "original Abel's position"....
In other words, it is well conceivable that it could become a source of threat.
"I have not been trained to endure torture. I'm not sure I can resist hypnosis, poison, or strange magic. If a parent or friend is taken hostage, I honestly don't know what to do.... so promise me."
Asked to pray, Mr Abel refused badly.
"I don't like it. Then you can both erase your knowledge of magic. There's even a small box of moshne."
"I can't. Because if you do that, you won't be able to confront him when he starts something with the power he has now. If the box is destroyed, that's it."
We don't know how powerful Prince Yee Side is.
That's not all, Graziana knows something. Even if we don't know the location of the small box of Moshne, we know it exists.
Prince Ire and Graziana are apparently not a single rock... On the contrary, they may even be clandestinely at odds, but they don't know where the information is mixed up.
So if you want to stop the enemy from plotting, you have to have the knowledge to the end.
It's also overwhelming knowledge.
Even if it is a double-edged sword, it must be slightly more advantageous than Prince Irene's side.
That said, Abel is silent.
I look up anxiously at what you won't answer.
Then, slowly blinking from Abel's red eyes....
─ ─ With just one grain, there was no tear.
It fell on the back of Abel's hand.
I saw that hand grip painfully hard.
"─ ─ If there is a bad wizard, it is you. Killing you will make me a bad dragon."
The words filled me with breath.
A low, bitter voice echoes.
"Come into my mind at your own convenience. Give me a warmth and a place and a word that I can't go back to. I can tell you to kill me..."
I was distracted by the words of sincere accusation.
My fingertips get cold.
I can't say anything.
Apologies and... pleas that can't be withdrawn.
"... I'm sorry."
Saying so with a trembling voice, Abel kept a little quiet. Then I made a voice that killed my feelings.
"I said I wouldn't spare my life for you."
"... yes"
I know the weight of the word and the sins of my dishonest involvement in it.
─ ─ I'm sorry I let you know that I approached with intent.
─ ─ I smell free love, but I'm sorry.
─ ─ I'm sorry for asking you the worst of all.
I don't think it's strange to be angry or rejected.
If you think so, I wonder if Abel will forgive me and accept this kind of selfishness somewhere.
The beginning was almost as intended.
Even though it is.
Lonely, kind, unseen, caring about Abel... because I totally liked him as a person.
Because I like it now, and I want it to be like it.
Despite this impossible request, I hope you will forgive me and stay with me.
Murmur to say "I'm sorry" again.
Then Abel stood up.
And as angry as he was... he hugged me violently.
"You're asking me to do it more than that."
I can only say yes.
It hurts. My arms and fingers are too strong and painful.
But Mr. Abel seemed to suffer a lot.
"You're incredibly selfish...."
... but promise me.
Yes, I said it again in my heart. I'm sorry I said such a terrible favor on my own.
"Of course I will defend myself. But even if you're about to be sorcered or tortured by a slave, With a promise, I can wait for Abel without despair."
When I said so, Abel stopped breathing for a moment. Then you put down a few beats and your trembling voice comes out.
"That's all I'm saying."
"Yes"
I can make a wish. Then Abel roared. Then I shouted even lower.
"... okay."
─ ─ I pulled out the word of understanding.
At that moment, your body relaxes.
This will not make me the Las Boss. It doesn't hurt anybody, it doesn't leak dangerous knowledge.
... Abel won't move. When she tried to peek at him thinking he had made him cry, Abel asked him to roar.
"Promise me instead. If I get caught. If you decide to use me or brainwash me to harm you... you'll kill me."
... hmm?
"Ya."
"Hmm!?
Mr Abel slightly pulled me away. You can see the huge tick mark.
"I would have nodded no matter what I thought!
I don't like it.
Nod!
Iyaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. If Abel is pinched, I will go to help him, even if I take his life. That's why Abel doesn't have to be ready to die. "
─ ─ The face said that there was no word.
I folded it into a good thing.
"So Abel doesn't have to be desperate if he gets caught badly, or if he grasps his weakness.... whatever happens, I'll help you."
That's what I said with a smile.
... I mean it, but the truth is, I don't really know how to prove it.
From now on, I will not stop and concentrate more on magic and Tarot research.
No matter what happens, it's time to deal with it yourself.
Still, I'm not sure...
That's why I wanted to help Abel with anything else.
When we get here, we're destined for a community of fate.
"Because I know a lot more Tarot than Abel-sama. I can do what Abel can't. If Abel turns into a bad dragon, you can take it back with a single blow.
Daring to laugh and say so, Abel silently blinked and frowned.
I actually had a headache.
It's a headache pose that tends to be handsome.
"... can I ask you one question?
"Yes"
"In that fairy tale, it's your mistake to tie heroin."
"Eh, why!?
Is that the Lily route? No, no, that shouldn't have happened. Why are you asking me that?
"I don't think it ended that way..."
I see.... no, that's enough. "
Mr Abel covered his eyes tired.
Well, you don't look sad right now... are you okay?
When the place became a mysterious air like that, the door of the room was knocked modestly.
You must be Bill's brothers. I've kept you waiting longer than I thought.
I can also hear birds.
─ ─ Looking out the window, it was already dawn.