side: Slum girl, Mocha
Iolite Kingdom, a slum in a provincial city located on the outskirts.
A twelve year old girl-Mocha was rushing hard, dragging a heavy body.
Already fatigue is peaking.
I haven't eaten anything for three days.
Still, Mocha does not stop.
There is a reason we can't stop.
"Damn, I can't find it.
Mocha turns back a narrow alley.
Moka saw the children falling over and over again.
Check your face with your side eyes and relieve yourself that you are not acquainted.
Then, guilt pierces the chest.
Is it okay to abandon it if you don't know him?
But Mocha knew there was no other option.
I am powerless and have no power to save much.
So, I have to help with all the power to have the single most important one.
"Cocoa, I'm back!"
Mocha returned to the ruins where she lived, and her heart seemed to stop at the scene that had spread there.
"Hey, cocoa! Make sure cocoa!"
My sister was lying prone.
Hurry and wake up.
My body is hot.
No way, I put my hand on my forehead.
Unusually high fever.
Mocha has no medical knowledge, but he knew the symptoms well.
An epidemic that strikes slums every few years.
They were chronically malnourished and had no medicine or access to medical care. The last thing they had to do was wait for death.
"Uh, it's a lie ... like that ..."
The most feared situation was right before my eyes.
"Oh ... cha ..."
"Good. I don't have to talk. It's okay, absolutely okay."
Cocoa said in a voice that seemed to vanish, holding her mocha.
"Thank you."
In a word, Mocha understands.
My sister no longer helps.
I realize that so,
So he used all the remaining power to convey that.
"Why ... what is it ..."
Cocoa shouldn't do anything wrong.
However, the environment in which I was born was just bad.
Why, why like this ...
"I want to save my sister"
Mocha is surprised at the voice she heard from behind.
The man there was a black man.
Its real face is covered with a black mask.
"Can you help cocoa?"
"It's possible, because we have so much power that we can even overthrow God's fate."
Incredible, Mocha had no choice.
If there is no other way to help cocoa.
Of course, Mocha knows that there is something behind it.
There are no good men in the world who can help poor and empty ones without any reward.
The purpose is internal organs, or is it sold to a noble as an illegal slave and made a comforter?
They can be whippled, boiled, or pressed into water until they want to die.
It's too bad just to think about it and it gives me a vomiting.
But Mocha has no choice but to choose.
Even if hell-like days are waiting,
So if you can save cocoa.
There is no reason not to choose.
"I'll do anything I can! So cocoa! Help my sister!"
"all right"
The black mask nodded.
What happened then was an incredible event.
The black mask gave the mocha and cocoa a nutritious meal and expensive medicine.
"It is a new drug that is only distributed among nobles. It eliminates the malignant virus precisely."
The hopeless symptom improved in sight, and Mocha hugged her as if she could collapse her younger sister.
"It was really helpful. Thank you."
"Thank you. I'll pay you."
"……I know"
How hard is the price waiting?
Nevertheless, he was prepared with that in mind.
And a huge underground facility was taken.
There were countless children of the same slums as the Mochas.
"here……?"
"It is a facility to train newcomers of black institutions."
"A black institution?"
"I want you to be together to fight the darkness of the world."
What I was given was a meal that was so incredibly powerful.
Mocha, who had never eaten chicken and only discarded parts, was almost fainted by its deliciousness.
"Sister, this is so delicious!"
"Oh, oh"
"What happened? With a non-floating face"
"No, nothing ..."
Mocha swallows the spilled word.
I want cocoa to make you feel happy for a little longer.
This is surely the last supper given before torment.
From now on, we will have more pain than we have been given.
(At least, only cocoa. Only cocoa must be protected ...)
What followed was a classroom lecture on general education.
The black masks of the female voices taught me mochas who had never studied before, one by one, carefully.
"I'm awesome, Onee-chan! It's like a school! If we're here, we may have a decent job!"
"Oh, oh ..."
Mocha never knew the purpose of the black masks.
Why study on ourselves?
"Let's help yourself! Children are a treasure of the world. I never want to be in touch with a girl and get along well. Yeah, I never thought."
"Go home, lolicon"
"Uuu……"
The appearance of the black mask, who drops his shoulders and returns awesomely, is not in the view of Mocha who thinks.
(What is the purpose?)
I washed my body in a large bath like another world.
I was born for the first time in soaking in hot water, and was almost fainting.
Incredibly tailored clothes were prepared for changing clothes.
It is completely different from the rags I've been wearing.
At night, we had a double room and slept in a fluffy bed.
"That's amazing, she's like a noble lady!"
I'm going to believe it.
I guess they really want to give them an environment where they can live without inconvenience.
(There must be no such thing! I'm going to have despair from the place where I came up and enjoy it, definitely!)
But contrary to Mocha's expectations, their attitudes did not change.
Mocha is increasingly unknown.
(Why, why……)
The desire to forgive my heart and the anxiety that I might be betrayed.
The accumulated feelings were not something that a twelve-year-old girl could hold.
The overflowing thought explodes one day.
"Tell me! You're the top here! I'm trying to reassure you and push it down and have fun!"
Mocha said he ran to a black mask named 000 (zero), the head of the organization.
"Stop it! How rude to 000 (zero)-"
"good"
000 (zero) stops and says 007 (seven).
"Why did you think so?"
"Because it's impossible to be kind without any reward ..."
Mocha looks down and speaks powerlessly.
"Yes. I know. I know it's impossible. I'm going to believe it. I'm not really good people."
The voice trembles.
"I'll ask. I'll ask. If there's a back, say that here. Otherwise, I'll believe. I'll believe ..."
Mocha's view is distorted.
Drops fall and make stains on the floor.
"It was tough."
At the moment, it was a gentle palm that stroked my head.
"It's safe. We won't betray you. You're already a black institution."
How grateful the word was.
Surely, others do not know.
"I'll do my best, because I'll study and train a lot and I'll be able to give back to everyone.
000 (zero) said to Mocha who used unfamiliar honorifics.
"Are expected"
Nothing saved us.
He gave me relief and happiness.
What amazing people really are!
He has an incredibly powerful force, and he doesn't get picked up at all.
It is kind to those who have no power like us.
Such strong and gentle people are in this cruel world-
(Let's do our best, so we can give back to everyone who helped.)
Mocha thought, staring at the 000 (zero) big back.