Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

Eija sent me the basic rules of the "real game" after the sun had completely fallen and the floating islands were engulfed in the darkness of a deep night.

Around that time, me and Hannu, and four of Rose and Flim's "BVJ (Bullish Violet Jokers)" arranged - no, I just sent a request here to secure the accommodation [arranged] as a base (base) for tonight.

Needless to say, everyone was tired of feeling good.

Since then, we have been completely oblivious to the current situation.

Apparently demons live in something called stress relieving behavior in extreme conditions.

Sand games in seawater baths, beach volleyball games, and more. Although it was only half a day, we enjoyed all the leisure we could think of.

I am stunned by the drowning.

Especially Hannu's eager dolphin float bag, which he enjoyed a lot in the way I played "pseudo-water skiing" that was made possible by positioning it in the rear and activating "Drill Break" as it was. Well, I'm glad your stunt is a surgical control because Hannu was very shuddering and happy with it, though I smugly thought.

By the way, lunch was done with an unmanned 'house of the sea' that was on the beach.

And at night, a small party was held using a BBQ (barbecue) set that Ayja had prepared to also exchange members of the Knights of Pale Red Flames, Noble Prominence Nights.

Regardless of the aforementioned circumstances, we "BVJ" were not too close or too far away from them.

At the end of the meandering feast, we broke up on the beach and moved to each of our accommodations.

We only have four of us, little cottage.

Large numbers of 'NPKs' were assigned large lodges.

At a time when we enjoyed daytime leisure in such a way that we began to straighten out into a comfortable fatigue, we received a rule explanation from Ayja.

As Karel said, we need to hold a meeting once the basic rules are known. Examine and reflect on the content of the rules and consider if there are any strange backgrounds - including detailed checks, etc., there is no time to list what needs to be done.

But even though I knew I was, I squatted in my assigned upstairs bedroom bed and couldn't move.

It was depressing.

It was also terribly deep and depressing.

Gutter.

There, before I went to bed, I thought I'd say goodnight. Hannu came up to the bedroom and discovered my dark face.

"... ho? What's up, Rato? Why are you dropping your shoulders?

Hannu, dressed in sleeping clothes rented from Ayja again, rides up to the double size bed and comes close on all fours.

For the record, there are two bedrooms in this cottage, both of which have two double beds. Regardless, there is an assignment between a man and a woman to divide the bedroom, one for me and three for the women. Of course, it may be unfair for me to use a large room alone, but the cluster members are all men and women of their age at first, not to mention family members. We should split the room up here with proper moderation - no, we should definitely split it it up. Instead, I took the initiative to insist that, and I was allowed to use my rarely used leader authority to gobble me up. Because otherwise, every flim could have forcefully pushed through the 'one-room theory for two equally'. In that case, Hannu would have doubled my fatigue rather than relieved me if I had the feathers to sleep in the same bed as Mr. Rose or Flim.

"Look, you don't know anything if you keep your mouth shut. What the hell happened? Talk to your concubine."

Hannu, who approached me as I was round on the bed, gently stroked my head and asked me gently.

"Hanu......"

I slowly raise my face and look back at her face. There are pale and gold eyes there that are seriously worried about me.

I opened my mouth and got lost just a little bit.

If you tell me what's going on, maybe Hannu will be angry with you, too, or you'll get stuck. But I'm responsible for everything.

- Oh, yeah, this paid off, too. Anyway, I'll take all the punishment I deserve.

"- Actually..."

I speak. How can you be so discouraged?

That was a long time ago.

This is what happened in the living room on the ground floor after moving from the seaside to the cottage at night and finishing the shower.

Flim offered his hand to the outskirts and smiled nicely.

"Look, Hart. The usual guy."

Flim, dressed in sleeping clothes - purple pyjamas - rented from Ayja instead of his own, looks like someone else as he is in the bath and wrapped in a white bath towel around his head.

"- Ah..."

The usual guy is referring to the battle log that is automatically accumulated in my SEAL, but as soon as I received that request, I became rigid as a stone statue.

Tilt his ankle as Flim offered his hand,

"-? What, what's wrong?

"Yes, no..."

Show me a strange face when I react. Passing battle logs to Flim, an armor maker (crafter), is a routine thing I always do after Explore, but all this time to the boulder, it's a bad batch.

Handing over the battle log means that you can see the full record of the battle you went to while Flim and Mr. Rose were acting differently.

Of course I used "Absolute Square" to help Hannu break up the fight, and even found out that I was terribly unscrupulous in my battle with Howell.

"Uh, the..."

My eyes swam unexpectedly and I became suspicious.

It's because I was wondering if I should explain the circumstances and apologize before handing over the battle log, or if I should hand over the log first and then go down to earth.

But I was packed at the time I fell into a wolf. Flim's eyes immediately change to the jitsu eyes, resulting in a lower voice.

"Something's suspicious... you know, maybe you did something wrong, didn't you?

"Giggle."

I accidentally got a voice in too precise a conjecture. What else? Flim has known me twice as long. [M] That was the water on the burning stone, such as some deception.

"Are you sure? Sister, be honest with me because I'm not angry."

Lean forward with your hands on your hips and Flim enters Intimidation Mode. The way you stare at me from the bottom of the diagonal is not mild.

"Also, I think I'm already angry from my voice..."

"I have to tell you something. I'm angrier."

"I knew it was a premise to be angry......!

I'd like to protest the same irrational remarks, but all this time it's a bad idea too. It has already been established that I am bad. If this were to happen, I would have at least wanted to make the big explosion, which would have waited later, a little smaller.

"... okay, I'll give you the combat log now..."

I noticed and offered Flim my right hand. At the same time, it excites "SEAL" and gives rise to deep purple glow marks on the skin.

"Mmm."

Hit the obscure gavel and Flim holds my hand. Her "SEAL" also aroused pure purple rays rushing through her bathed skin, drawing a geometric pattern.

Interact with data on contact lines.

The transfer of the battle log ended in seconds of something, and we took each other's hands off either side.

"Ok, I got it. Then I'll make sure."

Flim deployed an AR screen in the air that I could see, and entered the battle log reference. Not as good as I am, but Flim also has quite a multitasking ability. Multiple AR screens are expanded simultaneously and scrolled to wash the contents.

"Hmm, I see, I see... Ah! You used it again, didn't you?

"Ugh, yeah... uh, that's..."

As Flim loads the battle logs, I will give an oral account of what happened then. Although there are several types of logs that SEAL automatically accumulates, it is only "subjective data from SEAL". For this reason, it can't be perfect, and even if you refer to all the logs, you can't even pick up the details around you.

It is so embarrassing to give details, so lay low that Hanu and I have had a verbal fight, and first explain the situation using "Absolute Square".

"... if you say it was an emergency..."

Flim is reluctantly convinced that Hannu was about to be eaten by the Great Tiger.

"But seriously, be careful, okay? You didn't know when you were going to fall again."

My perceptions of health are rarely the same for Hannu, Mr. Rose, and even Flim. Even though they are three different personalities, only there is a match as if they were all aligned.

- That's all I'm worried about, I guess...

While I am sincerely sorry, I will proceed with the description of the log.

He had already heard some of the whole flow from Hannu, and Flim kept listening, especially without blocking my story.

But yes - only to fight Howell, who went in the underground space "Between Queens," frowns from the beginning.

"... hey here. What do you mean? Why didn't you use your assistive technique?

Before scrolling the log, the flim flaunts my face just saying I can't solve it.

Come on, it's from here. This is the problem.

The way she explains it from here changes how her anger burns. If it works, you'll need a light scolding like that earlier, and vice versa, if you hit it poorly, you won't even be able to see it.

"Uh, actually..."

While choosing words carefully, I explain them to Flim.

First, that Hanu has been grabbed by a man named Yazaemon Kidd. to have been made conditional on the sealing of a supportive technique in order to guarantee their safety; Naturally, I was a businessman, but I had to swallow it. As a result, we had no choice but to fight without using any supportive technique.

…………

I was going to try to pass it on as peacefully as I could, but in the end it was probably a wasted effort. Flim, reading the log forward, gradually stopped opening his mouth, and eventually when he covered his mouth with one hand, he totally pushed silently.

It's time to be.

It's time for the battle log to plug in around the settlement with Howell.

But I have to wait for that moment as if to watch the fire on the ignition line.

And.

At last, Flim's reaction to the problem was beyond my imagination.

"... hey... wait... what is this..."

A plundering, slightly trembling voice. That's going to collapse now - it doesn't look very good on Flim - and it was a terribly weak voice.

With her face up, she turns to me and asks me to whisper her eyes as if they were even a monster.

"... hey, Hart... what are you doing...?" I don't care what you think about the temperature log of Achilles... here's something wrong, right?

The words squeezed out to make me nauseous shocked me every time I was eagled through my heart.

――――

I may have been sweet. [M]

No, it was definitely sweet.

That flim is enough to say, 'Isn't it some mistake' - so much because I was doing it.

There can't be any mistakes in the logs that are automatically saved, and there's no way you can tamper with them on me.

Even Flim should know about that.

Yet asking 'is it not a mistake' on top of that must have been an expression of the thought of 'I want it to be a mistake' because I saw data that could not have been so far.

I was going to be ready to step on a mine.

But I had no expectation of falling into the pit.

"... well, that's..."

Heavy as if the tongue had been lead.

To tell the truth, I haven't even told Hanu the details of the area. I just uttered the word 'general burn' and they showed me such a frightened face. It was no longer very much something to say that it was' a citation that jumped inside a volcano magma, pushed it through to the fire exit '.

But I'll have to tell Flim when I get here.

"... because I thought if the opponent's armor was fighting too hard... normally, I would never win..."

"... because I thought you couldn't win...?

Odd listening back, not even like an active flim. Somewhere, conflicting feelings seem to intersect that you want to hear and don't want to hear ahead.

When I breathed slowly, I confessed. [M]

"... the opponent's powersuit thermoregulation function thinks it's overloading, and the... with the enemy... into the magma, penetrating..."

"... Magma's, inside..."

Flim to parrot back like he no longer whines.

"That, it was an underground space, from… to the crater mouth of the volcano, all at once..."

I managed to win, but I couldn't tell the boulder until.

It was not a very telling atmosphere.

Flim's face loses color as he sees it. I panicked a lot to my cousins, who were getting more and more pale.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, I believed you! Flim remade" Achilles. "Shit! Mode (Stex). Look, it worked great when Romnick! So I figured Flim could definitely beat his armored suit (power suit) if he was an improved combat jacket, and, uh, uh, ho, look! In fact, this is how I... huh!?

I am breathtaking as I wish on the way to winding it up so hard.

I stopped breathing.

Tears.

Tears were falling from the eyes of Flim, who dyed his face pale.

"................................................................................................................................."

Flim's lips spew words briefly, with a flashing expression somewhere.

"-F... li, m...?

I was the one who thought it was a lie, but it was speechless.

I haven't seen it in a very long time, it was Flim's tears.

The moment I saw it, I was struck as if a deep knife had pierced me in the middle of my chest, and the two sentences would no longer carry on.

I don't believe it.

That cheerful flim is crying in front of me - I didn't really think the sight was real.

I don't know if I'm seeing any illusions - it was impossible for her to cry in public so much as think about the possibility.

Flim's hand rose in front of me and grabbed the bath towel that was wrapped around my head as a turban. Pull it unconstructively and peel it off at once. The pure white cloth and pitch-black hair broke apart leaping, spreading somewhere artistically into the universe.

I was wondering what it would be like to do that, and Flim thumped the stripped bath towel high, momentum on the floor as it was.

"................................. you hey...!

He leans down, and from the other side his black hair hangs like a curtain, a voice burning in anger.

Apparently, this time, Flim's passion was something that erupted by time difference. Inside her, I can see the sudden increase in emotional internal pressure.

Flim's behavior from there was quick. I think it's Mr. Rosé in the group, so handily packing the time, grabbing my chest barn with both hands, pulling it in, and snuggling it together kills this move.

Close enough to wonder if he would be kissed, Flim's face approached.

"- You are... you are a child, really...!!

――――

What was right in front of me, when the angry god anticipated the shape of every day, was - but - crying like a toddler, the weak face of a flim.

It's like I'm not angry. Just a grieving face.

It pierced my heart as a shock spear.

I stop breathing.

"- Really, silly, what... ugh!

Close his face to the tip of his eyes and nose, the worn out and tearful flim said so to squeeze it out. It seems rough emotions are crushing your throat, so much so that it's going to disappear now, with a plundering voice.

"- Huh...!

Lie down, keep your forehead in my chest, and only whimper for a few moments. How many years has it been since I've seen Flim shake my shoulders and cry? When I was a little girl, Flim was a pretty good crybaby, no less than me. When the hell was that? What makes a woman as winning, strong, forceful, and never showing tears in public as she is now?

"... flim..."

Painful.

Now it's not just me who's making her cry so much.

But I guess I shouldn't say this - I'm not sure why.

To be honest, I'm not aware that Flim did enough to cry.

I thought it was something that would really piss me off. Worst case scenario, I was ready to be hit about one or two times.

But this... this is too unexpected.

I never dreamed Flim would cry.

"... uh, the... oh, my God"

That was the moment I tried to apologize.

Flim's hands pounded on me with momentum. [M]

"Wow......!?

Suddenly, suddenly, I fall ill, and I snap my butt cake.

"- I'm not trying to apologize properly, you idiot!!!

When the lightning struck from the head, the yelling fell. I don't think, I freak out, I shake my body.

Looking up, there was a flim there that floated a phase of anger this time. However, keep the large tears flowing from both purple eyes.

…………

Don't apologize appropriately, the words pierce my chest too deeply, and I'm stunned. There was also something about pointing to the figure. Yes, I don't understand the reason for her tears. I felt like I'd done something wrong, so I thought I'd apologize. But maybe that was an insult to Flim.

Make a sharp rubbing noise and Flim turns back on his heels, trying to walk away as he tramples the floor with Dosdos. Heading there is the front door of the cottage. I'm going to go outside.

I stood up in a hurry, reaching for my childhood back,

"Wait, pretend -"

"Ugh, when are you coming, stupid!!!

I was strewn out by anger.

My body froze against my will to the color of too clear a 'rejection' put into a sharp voice like a razor.

If he comes after me, I'll seriously strain him down - he's conveyed that sentiment is obvious. Not to look good or haunted, if I went after him on the back, Flim would definitely hit me for real. I figured that out.

Flim walks away fast, even while I stop like a stone statue.

- So, but you can't leave me alone in this state...!

Even Ayja's "production" is close. Leaving the subtle air between you and Flim as it is can also be deadly at times of need. Somehow, we need to discuss it somehow and make up for it -!

And on my back, which I almost rebooted,

"Please wait, Mr. Rug"

――

A quiet voice was called, and I was stiff again.

Who didn't need anything. The Lord of the Voice was determined by Mr. Rosé.

At the end of his gaze, Flim ramblingly opens the cottage door and jumps out. Bang! and the wooden door slammed shut with tremendous momentum.

…………

As I slowly looked back, there was Mr. Rosé standing by the stairs leading upstairs without hiding.

I wear a bright green pyjama with the same design as mine and Flim's, but the original proportions are different, so it looks like something else.

Rosé, who walked over here without making a sound, lowered her head gently. The lowered ash gray hair hides her expression like a curtain.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you, but it's something you couldn't even notice standing here like this."

I had no idea.

Listening is not a bad hobby, Mr. Rose. She would have walked down the stairs with dignity, but instead of me with my back turned, even Flim didn't notice her approach.

"- I'm very aware of the exit, Mr. Rugg. We should stop chasing Mr. Flim."

Rosé, who raised her face to me when something unexpected kept happening and she couldn't even speak up, said so clearly.

Amber eyes staring at me.

"... so, but..."

"I'm guessing how you feel. But also guess how Mr. Flim feels."

"Well, guess what, even if they say..."

I have no idea what that pivotal flim feels like.

But I am silenced when I speak of it. [M]

"... you mean you don't know why Mr. Flim was crying...?

Slightly between, Mr. Rosé has touched the core at the shortest possible distance. Should I say brilliant or what? He's even been nursed by Mr. Rose, who's no longer in a relationship with me for that long.

To Rosé's inquiry, I can only snort.

"... yes... I must be pissed..."

"Right. As far as I can tell, I seem to have been quite impotent."

"Ugh..."

Mr. Rosé's words pierce his chest at a sharp angle.

It was also a place where Mr. Rosé had stabbed him with a nail before.

"I was surprised, too. I don't know how much Mr. Flim wears his made full body armor, but I didn't expect him to jump inside the magma."

"Ugh..."

Calm down, Mr. Rose, I'll just line up the facts I heard from my mouth. Yes, I'm just repeating what I confessed to, but for some reason, every word of the ice needle pierces me. It's strange because I don't have the impetus to blame you, but I feel so blamed. Is it my guilt-free business? [M]

"... really, don't you see why Mr. Flim's tears?

As a reminder, Mr. Rosé repeated the same question. I was wondering if you really don't understand, not if you're blurry.

To confirm that, I agreed as if I had been placed a heavy stone on my head. My chest fills with pity.

"... Yes..."

Mr. Rosé then slightly missed his gaze and, dammit, seemed to exhale.

"... at all, someone named you"

They say the same nuance about Flim earlier, "What's a kid?" and I accidentally constrict him. Does saying this to Mr. Rosé mean that Flim's tears are something that a normal person would soon know? My stupidity becomes extra miserable.

The next moment, fluttered, and wrapped in a sweet smell - I thought Mr. Rosé was holding my head. Muyu, and his face buries into something like a soft cushion.

"... Huh?

"Really, someone named you..."

Stupid guy, I think I heard the word, but maybe that was an illusion.

"Lo, Rose, Ms...... Huh!?

Suddenly he hugs his head and his voice rubs up, not knowing how. I feel like I'm going to turn a blind eye to expand too quickly.

The scent of bathing, soft skin, and body temperature transmitted over the fabric. Right now, my entire nerve is focused on Mr. Rosé. I could see my heart beating and my breathing getting shallow myself.

"Oh, the...!?

There was embarrassment and lighting. But Rosé's gentle embrace had the force to say whether or not it was there, and I couldn't resist it.

"Mr. Rug. If you don't know, I'll tell you. Mr. Flim's thoughts."

Mr. Rosé, who said so, however, once between

"I hope my guess is,"

He began to gently stroke my head for some reason. [M] A palm so soft that I don't think of it as a fighter (a purist) goes back and forth many times along the flow of my hair.

"Uh...?

- Is that it? Could you stay in this position?

My voice, which I doubt, was ignored, and Mr. Rosé still started talking with me in his arms.

"Mr. Flim's reason for tears is probably" fear. "

"-!?

I was so stunned that I forgot the situation when I suddenly popped up with a sword swallow word.

"Ke, fear......!?

For unexpected reasons, I am wary. [M]

"Well, what do you mean...!?

Does that mean, Mr. Rose answers the suspicion, stroking my head only gently?

"Mr. Rag, you said this to Mr. Flim. Mr. Flim's remake of the battle jacket, so I always believed I could win -"

"Yes..."

"That would be the part where Mr. Flim felt scared"

"What...?

I don't know what that means. I have no idea why, what happened and what happened.

Believe what Flim, an armor maker (crafter), put on his hands - I never dreamed that doing so would please me and make me feel scared.

"Duh, why...?

I suppose you were expecting something I wouldn't understand until now. [M] Ms. Rose continued her explanation so that she could read out the script she had prepared in advance.

"I also think that something called full width trust is certainly warm, honorable, and wonderful. But sometimes it can be a burden."

That's, you know, somehow. Expectations from others are a pleasure to be. But it can be shackled after degrees. Aliases such as "Brave Beowulf" and "Thunder God (Indra)" that were given to me are one of them. Too much fame can be a lot of pressure for me.

"Mr. Rug, believing in Mr. Flim's talent as an armour-maker (crafter), put himself on a dangerous bet. As a result, we won the battle and we are here. But what do you think will happen if you didn't?

"What happens..."

Whether it was me or my wrapped up "Stuxx" couldn't stand Magma's fever, and Howell was all dying. No, I'm pretty sure that would have actually happened if I had taken a wrong step. Because that was a really critical battle.

"Yes, Mr. Rug was dead. I don't know why I decided to stick it inside the magma, but I know that was the ultimate choice. And also that Mr. Rag would have chosen that path because he believed in Mr. Flim"

But Mr. Rosé translates the words.

"If Mr. Rag was dead, this is what [the fact] would be like for Mr. Flim." My precious disciple died because of the inadequate performance of the protective equipment I made. "

"... Huh!

No. Such an idiot.

"Oh, that's why...!

"No, Mr. Rag will say. But that's actually what happens. No, more precisely, [Mr. Flim definitely feels that way]"

I have no objection to Rosé, who I assure with quiet confidence.

Maybe so - I thought.

If you're a flim, you might feel that way.

"Everything is a sin that has led Mr. Rugg to believe that his technology is absolute, and. And I was immature when I couldn't make enough to live up to Mr. Rugg's trust. Mr. Flim should have interpreted Mr. Rugg's death as such. Yeah, I can see that, 'cause he's a very responsible person."

Maybe, no, definitely would be. Mr. Rosé is right. Flim doesn't look serious at first sight, but he's actually a terribly serious person in the root part. That stubbornness, in a sense, seems to be craftsmanship.

"Naturally from Mr. Rugg, there should also be a reason that I was wrong in my judgment, that I had no choice because there was an original difference in strength. But as much as that, Flim has something called Flim's [flush]."

After all, you're a fool who can only think of things for himself - I felt they were saying that, and I actually thought so.

"If I made a mistake, Mr. Rug was dead... I didn't know my arm was trusted by so long... because of my remade combat jacket, I let Mr. Rug fight in an unscrupulous way... something I would have thought would happen. In fact, as a result, Mr. Rag was able to win, live and reunite. But it's only a theory of results."

There was a faint cage of power in Rosé's arm holding my head.

"Our exploration will continue. I'm sure Mr. Rag will continue to fight like a sweep. It's useless to stop, because we no longer know. If so, the whereabouts of Mr. Rug's life will continue to depend on Mr. Flim's arms as an armour-maker (crafter). Especially in battles like this one that draw a thousand hairs, only slight differences, only slight differences divide wins and losses. Sometimes it's the performance of a weapon, sometimes it's the usual pile of workouts."

workout, tremors began to mix slightly with Mr. Rose's voice from around the word.

"... yeah, the more painfully I know how Mr. Flim feels. It would have been heartfelt and frightening. You must have run scared on your spine. Because I found out that a minor clue was supposed to shape your life."

I notice it now. Originally, Mr. Rosé is not such a rapper. It's the tone that sounds pale, but the truth is, there's a storm of emotions going on inside her.

So Rosé, who usually only speaks terminally, must be spinning so many words.

"Neither do I. There's still something I haven't taught Mr. Rugg enough in the fight. If that omission leads to taking your life..."

They were speechless more than that. Halfway through, Mr. Rose stopped his tongue, strengthening his power to hold me. enough to make breathing harder no longer.

- Rosé may also feel the same "fear" as Flim. Imagine when I died because of my lack of strength, and you may remember my fears at this moment.

…………

Finally, I understand. Give me a reason for Flim's tears. Mr. Rosé told me not to go after him.

I feel nauseous about my difficulty.

It pisses me off that I'm a little unscrupulous......? Pull the fool out. Flim wasn't maintaining my arm in one effort. [M] With the accomplishment of being a cousin, he didn't remake his grandfather's battle jacket and incorporate new features.

It's for me.

Everything was for me, wasn't it?

For her own sake, there will be aspects of her training as an armour-maker (crafter). But suppress it, because of me, Flim tuned up Black Xuan and White Tiger and customized my favorite combat jacket.

I'm an idiot.

I should have been told when I was reunited with Flim.

"A righteous man is fine. Great heroic behavior, too. But, you know, if you die, you don't have an ex or a kid?

'If it's a weapon, I can fix it, and if it is, I can replace it with a new one. But you only have one body and one life in the world, right? I can't fix it or replace it. "

'You can help people. Good deeds are fine.... but take care of yourself more. Is there a right person for you to grieve when you're gone? So don't be too unscrupulous. Absolutely not. Okay? Okay?

"Atashida crafters can have as many weapons as they want, and they can be repaired as many times as they want. But I can't make a user. When I say which is more important, the weapon or the user, it's definitely the latter. So, if you're just going to destroy a weapon, you're going to have to fight like you. Master says the same thing."

In my head, the dialogue of the former flim refreshes over and over.

I'm not talking about breaking a word or anything like that.

I wasn't even aware that I was keeping my life in Flim's hands. She was prepared to carry my life. I didn't feel like I was at the heart of it.

I assumed on my own that my life belonged to one person.

There was no way.

It's such a big mistake.

My life is supported by the hands of many.

I was no longer a Hancer. [M]

If you lose your life to a phrase that I did something reckless, it will also fall into the hands of me, Mr. Rose, or Flim, who trained me to do so.

In other words - [died because of Mr. Rose or Flim], too.

"... I..."

It was shallow. It was all about me, and I didn't think about anyone else as if I was. Even if you betray me, it's a big difference between being unconscious and being prepared to do so.

I had betrayed that expectation without thinking about the people who would support me - an extremely big sinner.

"... Mr. Rag, do you remember your promise to me?

Breathe, Mr. Rose asks me. The back of my chest hurt unevenly.

"... Yes..."

In a fine voice I affirm. [M]

I remember. Once after the battle with Midgals Olm, Mr. Rose, who saw me unconscious, embraced me as he did now, and said:

'If you die, I die too. Next time you throw yourself away, please [you're going to kill me] and do it. - Is that good?

I couldn't say no to the words said with a very serious face and voice, and I nodded so that I could be pressured.

But how did it actually go? Did I recall this promise the moment I took Howell on the road in the magma?

The answer is no. At that time, I was only thinking about winning and losing in front of me. All I thought about was defeating Howell and saving Hanu.

Pity.

How short-circuited, how shallow.

Don't try to apologize appropriately - it's also natural that Flim yelled at you. It's not a question of apologizing in the first place, and the very act of apologizing is tantamount to an insult to them.

So I still can't apologize to Mr. Rosé. Don't apologize.

I'm sorry I broke my promise - and so on, and I shouldn't have said it even when my mouth was torn.

…………

Silence without any other words to say eventually weakened the arm of Mr. Rosé holding my head a little.

"... apparently, you know what I mean."

From a slight reaction, he took a look inside me. Though he may be an artist who can because he is Mr. Rosé who prepends enemy movements in battle.

Once again, Mr. Rosé strokes my head with a gentle hand.

"... why...?

I didn't know, my questions were out with my mouth shut.

There was something I couldn't figure out.

"... how can you... Rose be nice to me...?

If it's true, even Mr. Rosé should be as angry and rude as Flim. How dare you break your promise to me?

"... why aren't you mad at me, like Flim...?

Yelling like an earlier flim, hitting something eight - may not be possible because it doesn't sound like Mr. Rosé on a boulder, but how much else is there to show your anger.

Yet instead of being angry, Mr. Rosé hugs me like this and strokes my head to mercy me. I don't know why.

Phew, and a short exhale leaked out of Mr. Rosé's mouth. Is that a sigh of fright, or...

"Don't you see?

There is no emotional color in a flat voice, and what is in her can be taken as anger or sadness. It may or may not be either.

"... Yes..."

I surrendered honestly. Maybe because you won't know how much time it takes.

"... To tell the truth, I can't tell you the truth. Because it's more embarrassing than just a little bit."

"Huh...?

I thought you'd tell me the answer, and I blink at unexpected responses.

"But I have the answer if it seems like Mr. Rag will convince me. Still, if you don't mind, do you hear?

"Yes..."

I'm also quite concerned about the "truth" earlier, but if you get an answer for the first time, there's no denying it. Mr. Rose nodded at me whimsically, with a terribly soft voice, and said:

"If you're Mr. Rag now, it's harder to be nice than to be angry, isn't it? So this is how I'm being nice to you"

……

I felt like I had been hit directly in the head by Mr. Rose's hand, who stroked his head gently while saying so.

For a moment, the thought turns white.

It was sweet.

Mr. Rosé's kindness was not just kindness, but kindness after turning around.

And her words, they had gained righteousness without any help.

Yes, I want to be angry right now. I think how much better it would have been if Flim had cheeked me earlier and hit me with anger straight from the front.

I was angry, scolded, shuddered, apologized - and somewhere in my mind I wanted to get forgiveness or write off my guilt by going through those routines.

So, trouble.

Being nice to me like this, I don't have a place to go for guilt and I don't know what to do...... I'm in real trouble.

"Unlike Mr. Flim, I can't be gentle enough right now to be angry with someone who wants to be angry with me"

A whispering Mr. Rosé's voice pierces the back of his mind.

Cruel kindness - what Mr. Rosé is doing now, I mean, that's what happened.

It's not even worth getting mad at me right now - I even thought they were saying that.

…………

When I was struck silently by a sweet, terrible beating, Mr. Rosé inadvertently loosened his arm and left me.

I look up and see Rosé's masked expression.

"I'll take care of Mr. Flim. I have a favor to go to. I'm going after him now."

"- Mr. Rose..."

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Rag"

I can't take two sentences from you, Mr. Rose.

Turn your eyes against the arcuate and lift your mouth angle.

Yes - very sadly [smile]...

"I'm not going to comfort Mr. Flim. - I'll cry over there with you, too."

Rosé, with a warm smile like the Virgin Mary, quietly said so and walked away through my right side.

It was Mr. Rose who didn't make any footsteps to go away.

Eventually, I heard the door of the cottage open, closing slowly and quietly.

Silence.

I was left alone in the living room.

…………

He had no voice, just stood up to the enormous guilt of being pressured all over his body.

"... so..."

"... Hmm"

Hannu gave me one untouched gavel when he told me about the last thing that happened while I was round on the bed.

Next to my left, Hannu, who was round in the exact same triangle as me, put a soft cheek on his own knee boy, even as he turned to me.

"I see... so I was depressed by myself,"

"Yeah......"

Having finished talking about the previous moment, I once again stuck my head in my nose as a tortoise and let myself shrink.

I just want to disappear like this - when's the first time I've thought about it?

Before I met Hanu, I knew I wouldn't be able to throw a party even if I went to the rally point, and when I went out to Explore solo I went back to my room lonely, alone and round on the bed and said, 'What the hell am I...' What a depression.

But now, I feel more depressed than I was then.

"Hey, Hanu..."

"Hmm? What's up, Rato? You're still dying."

Speaking to Hannu in a cuddly voice, he said something that seemed a little worrying. I don't care and say what I think. [M]

"... Flim's crying face was hard too... it was so hard... Rose's floating smile... I mean, that smile was really tight or something..."

"Uhm."

I'm about to cry now, and in a way, I'm hit by an unforgiving hammer of Hannu.

Yes, it was [Rose's smile] that was more shocking than that, although it was quite the tears of Flim that I saw a long time ago.

Usually, Mr. Rosé doesn't have to laugh first. It is no exaggeration to say that none of us are. That's such a rare look, that one.

I remember the last time I saw a clear smile - or a smile - when Mr. Rose became one of us. Mr. Rosé is always beautiful, but I think he was hundreds of times more beautiful then usual.

In that sense, Mr. Rosé's smile is a great thing.

Although.

"... I can't believe we're going to see Rose smile about this..."

Again, the sentiment of remorse pushes me as far as rage.

Maybe that wasn't a deliberate laugh. I'm sure he just took the form of a smile as a result, trying to indulge in tears, like Flim. The more I laugh when I'm sad or hard, the better I know because I have experience too.

I would have liked to see a lot of Mr. Rose's smile if I could, and if that's what makes me happy, I really have no complaints - I can't believe I let myself smile so sadly, more than that.

"- Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...!

"Oh, whoa? What's the matter, Rat? All of a sudden, you sound like a hell of a deceased...?

Hannu is surprised and sweet at me, who has stopped loitering and begun to make a mysterious groan. Truly, my heart was no longer filled with pity, and no decent words came out of the linguistic field.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......"

This mood is no longer wordless. It's really hard to be crying or having an impossible smile instead of being angry at me straight. Too spicy. If I hadn't shook my throat properly and voiced it, I wouldn't have endured this heavy mood in the end.

"- Totally... I thought if it were those two, it would scold Lato on the face, but this was more than I expected..."

I accidentally wondered if anything soft was hit on the back of my head, and that was Hanu's little palm. Hannu, who had been reaching out to me for a long time, exhaled deeply.

"... well, I don't know what else to do. I can't defend what Lato did. I thought I could say that, but I just broke it."

"... yeah..."

Hannu is absolutely right. Overall, it's my fault.

"Potatoes"

The moment I became even more depressed, Hannu changed her voice and released a negative word.

"All this time, my concubine can't blame me for your misery either. Anyway, Lato put his body up for my concubine.... Regardless, I thought the moment I asked the boulder if my liver would freeze..."

"... ugh, yeah..."

I agree with the words of Hannu, who cannot hide the colour of the shadow.

Not now, but I think so myself. When it's too unscrupulous to jump into a simmering magma of whatever it takes and push it through to the fire exit.

But now that I've calmed down, I can tell you there was no other way.

At that time, at that moment, the only way to beat Howell was to place a bet. That's for sure.

So whether you're flimming or Mr. Rosé, or Hannu, you're not saying 'there's got to have been something else done', and you're not making fun of me. Guys, I think you know where it is.

That doesn't change the fact that the bet was too dangerous.

"- But whatever it is, Rato is alive. Brilliant win. Stay here. Isn't it superimposed if you look only at the results? It's not a good idea to break your word and die, but you're never wrong to be a warrior. Don't let that get you down. Cheer up, Ratto."

"Hanu......"

Hannu, who tapped me lightly on the head with a pom pom, is apparently comforting me.

I'm not wrong as a warrior - I can stretch my chest and say, 'I am the brave warrior in battle,' but Hanu's words were a great pleasure as an explorer living in battle.

"- Besides, Lato. You're making a mistake."

"... Huh? Oh, misunderstanding...?

I accidentally raise my face to a word I won't listen to. Turning his gaze, there, as usual, is Hannu's face laughing. I lifted my head and pulled in a hand to stroke her, she says in an enlightened manner.

"Bye. You're wrong about Rose and Flim."

"Well, what do you mean...?

I don't know what Hannu is trying to say, and I listen back. Even though I didn't understand their feelings, it's a big deal that I'm making even more mistakes on this.

"Lato, do you think you're mad at those two unscrupulous rats?

In response to the question, I just thought about it for a moment and then nodded.

"Uh... uh, yeah... eh? Not at all? Aren't you?

Then the big premise in the first place breaks down. If it wasn't for me, who the hell would Flim be so passionate about crying that Mr. Rose felt so sorry for him that he was so gentle?

Hannu magically takes the lead.

"Come on. They're angry - it's not the rats who are angry... [Yamato himself]."

"Those two, themselves...?

Tilting his little neck to Hannu, who said something strange, Hannu stood up completely on the bed. Turn straight in front of me and face each other on your knees again.

Ethereal and gold heterochromia comes before me, which I'm likely to fascinate just staring at.

My little hands sandwiched my cheeks from left to right, as usual. The body temperature in the bath transmits to the skin and a good smell of shampoo irritates the nostrils.

"Don't you see? Then try to remember. Now they're just like every other rat. Remember when you fought Siglos, when you couldn't protect the innocent people in Shirai?

Hannu's voice clawed the harp line deep inside me with no more accuracy.

"Ah..."

I remember. As if it were yesterday, that memory is burning in me.

"The Volkling Circus Case" - an event that inspired me to meet Mr. Rosé that I will never forget.

At that time, after all the battles, I cried my own powerlessness. How could I not have done better? How could I not help more? I wondered why I was so [not enough].

That's what Hannu once said about me.

- "Greed," he said.

"Just like Rose and Flim. I regret that I [should have been able to do more]. That's what makes me angry, that's what makes me sad, that's what makes me rough."

…………

Hannu's explanation fell into his stomach as if pieces of the puzzle were fitted.

I see, nothing more.

"I don't care what you say, you should know a hundred things about rats being unscrupulous. On top of that, this time it was where Rat's life would be lost at stake...... I would have been shocked by that. I'm also surprised that Rat's reckless actions exceeded his expectations."

Hannu lays her eyes down and hides her golden-eyed silver eyes, and, ha, exhales a sigh of fright.

"In fact, the concubine is the same. Totally... you always do. He said he was impotent going up the imaginary diagonal like every other time. Try to be someone who can bleed right in front of you and fall. How cold my heart gets."

"... yeah..."

I snort at Hannu's blur. [M] I didn't actually bleed, but I just tasted it in the morning with a similar experience.

When Hanu was taken away by the hand of Yazaemon, he wondered if cold water had been poured into the blood vessels in his body. Also, imagine what a terrible sight you are in between seeing each other again, enough to draw blood from your whole body to learn to faint (dizzy).

"So, bye. Don't get me wrong, Rato. It's not the end of their anger. Not by themselves. I mean, there's no point in Lato being sick about it."

"That being said..."

In the end, I'm the cause. If I hadn't done something unscrupulous, neither Flim nor Mr. Rose would have held such a grip.

"Well, I'm not making a mistake," he said.

"Fugi......!?

Hannu's hands pinched my cheeks trying to defend me. I look like a chick, and the words I say pop out of my empty lips, and they decompose in the air and become foggy.

Shit, Hannu's face approached. The gaze emitted from the serious golden and silver demon eyes (heterochromia) shoots straight through my eyes

"Lat, you should reflect, but not just [regret]. It doesn't start when you say things that have passed since later. Instead, it would be more rude to be sorry. Good luck with that. I did my best. That's not only for concubines, but also for Rose and Flim."

…………

With my mouth sealed in a weird way, I can't snort or shake my head in a posture. Hannu just kept looking at me and looking back at Hannu's face.

"Later, Lato. Don't apologize. Don't be depressed. Face up. Tighten your chest. - Sure, let's say 'don't be impotent' to the concubines. Let's also say 'don't do anything dangerous'. Then that does not restrict your free movement. You see?"

Don't be impotent, don't do anything dangerous - yet stick your chest up and like it, Hannu says.

――……

At first glance, I'm confused by the contradiction. Hannu spun words to me to bite and include it. [M]

"Let me get this straight, Rato. The danger to your eyes is due to your" weakness. "If you're strong, most things shouldn't cost you your life. Wouldn't it?

――……

Gusari, on the contrary, Zdon, when.

Hanu, that's probably why he knew exactly how weak my heart was. And I dare point out there. Also, I guess it's because she's Hanu.

――――

I know. What Hannu is saying is "weak" is a relative story. You're never making fun of me, you're not insulting me.

I'm talking about backwards. Being in danger in battle means "not strong". "Not strong" means "weak". Hannu is talking about it.

"If you want to be impotent, if you want to make it through, be strong. Try to get rid of all the dangers that come down. Put as much strength into it as you can. That's what the concubines want, Rat."

Be strong - that's what I was once told when I hugged Hanu and cried.

"Nah, Lat. Be strong."

"Not only will you be the strongest man at all times, not for three minutes. That's for the best swordsman in the world beyond that swordsmith Villey. If you do, your support ceremony is literally worth a thousand manpower - just like a thousand of the most powerful swordsmen in the world, right? There's nothing you can't protect if you do. All your wishes come true. What do you say, simple and clear?

Hannu repeats the same words as then.

"Be stronger than you are now. Have the power to pierce what you want to do. Then both your wishes and those of your concubines will be fulfilled."

I won't stop doing what I do.

But don't imitate the danger.

That is, [be strong enough that everything is not in danger] -.

Instead of playing a battle that crosses the dead line, have enough power to make it easy for anyone against you -.

That's what I meant.

"Perhaps, then, it will be the same where Flim and Rosé and others seek. Neither do they want the rats to atrophy. Instead, expect more [stretching]. Even so, if the key stuffs have fallen all by themselves, isn't it the end of the day?"

Hannu weakens his hands and laughs. Now gently rub my cheek,

"Later, Lato. What you should think about is not making amends or buying. On the contrary, you should demand more from those two. He wants me to be stronger. Give me a sturdier weapon, give me armor. You have to be greedy and honest."

I assumed on my own that I would have to be solemn in order not to fit the dangerous eye.

But that was just a conjecture.

You can be more selfish - Hannu says so.

You want power anyway, so you don't have to shy away. In order to fulfill my wishes, to be strong, Flim and Mr. Rosé are essential in the end.

"That's what they do. The sauce is so sweet. Then you can be sweet anyway, and you can be sweet. Both Rose and Flim will be looking forward to it."

I wonder what that means.

It was like waking up.

Hannu was right, I was making a big mistake.

In retrospect, have I ever made a grand request to those two? [M] Build me a stronger weapon, or something. Tell me more amazing moves, or something.

Somewhere in my head I thought such a short-circuited favor was uncool. I had taken it off my options from the start that I shouldn't. Because I thought we should refrain from making such demands, no matter how many companions or cousins we had.

But...

If, as a result of my reluctance, I die myself, those two could be feathers of greater regret.

It's the exact opposite of what I want.

It was as if I was doing the opposite of my thoughts - realizing that was a shock as if a thunder had fallen over my head.

"... sorry... I had no idea..."

They told me not to apologize, but I couldn't help but apologize.

"Hanu's feelings... and those of Rose and Flim... I didn't understand them at all..."

My voice trembles. My eyeballs get hot. I can't stop crying.

I felt sorry for my bluntness.

".......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Good. My concubines had enough words."

Hannu opened his arms and invited me to his chest, crying like that. He hugs me so I can keep it wrapped up.

Speaking of which, Mr. Rosé earlier did this to me.

That's right. Guys, you don't want to blame me. He's just showing me around. That's why you're so nice to me.

It's better what pisses me off. I was ready for what would hit me.

You didn't know how they felt at all, did you?

It just makes me feel better that they did that. Neither Flim nor Mr. Rose will be distracted at all. That's why Flim left without beating me up, and Mr. Rose dared to hold me gently.

There is also a lot of mistake. It's a whole different thing to do.

Yes - what I should do, as Hannu said, is to be strong enough to reduce the great danger. It was about taking more aggressive action.

And yet...

My hand lifted naturally, scratching Hannu's thin body.

"... sorry... sorry...! Me, I'll try harder.....................! 'Cause the more I don't get everyone stuffed, the better I get...........................................................................

"Um, um. I hope so."

Pompous, Hannu's hand gently slaps me in the head like a little kid.

From the side, you won't know which one is the child, but the others won't know.

Me and Hannu are friends. Both are reciprocal relationships.

So now, only now, I'm sweet on Hannu.

Because I'll get back on my feet properly later and I'll be a stronger man next time - yes, while I swear on my chest.

The little Hannu, but with a very wide and deep heart, kept gently stroking my head until the tears subsided.