Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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They've been walking in the dark the whole time. I kept moving, regardless of my will or anything.

The thin cold feeling surrounding his whole body gradually caused him to lose something called sensation. There is no sense of fingertips, only a blurry consciousness is surfacing. I never feel cold, nor am I aware of the silence.

So there was nothing more than an ambiguous expectation that it would be “probably” cold here.

What a certainty this must be a cold and lonely place to keep wandering in the dark like sleepwalking.

No fear, no happiness.

One is a blurry and daydream-like question. I don't know why, why I'm here, why I'm walking.

And I wonder who you're looking for. The only purpose you can find for a stroll you can't even guess.

Second, I noticed a big hole in my chest. That's as if I forgot to tighten the faucet, I can see the potato and something flowing off. It seems to be removing unwanted objects from the inside of my body.

At the same time, I felt the Xia in my head was getting darker and darker.

If it wasn't blocked, a small electrical signal could be played, and intuition stirred up a sense of impatience.

Still, arms and feet don't care what you say and keep moving to find something. I'm sure this rush will go away when it's empty.

That's nothing but happiness. Because the excess stuff flows off and I'm sure the only thing left to do is feel comfortable soaking in this tub.

But if it blocks this hole...

If it stops my contents from falling off at zero...

I felt I had to do everything in my power to eliminate such a kind and accommodating existence. The discomfort rises in those who hinder a comfortable time. I just don't know why I have to hate you so much.

So strange. While I feel like immersing myself at this blissful hour, what the hell do I keep looking for?

When I find it, I feel like I'm going to be filled with something else instead of a pocky, empty hole in my chest.

It's like picking a word that's packed into your brain and being held up. I could only think slowly. Gradually I can't think of anything extra. It's supposed to be necessary, but it doesn't matter.

There was so much comfort there that I wanted to give myself up at the same time that my thoughts were being consumed. I didn't know it was this natural not to think about it.

When my general senses were interrupted, I was told that it was normal.

There is nothing more scary. You don't need to be frightened, you don't need the energy to take action.

My body wanted to move on to the next step.

My heart is eaten.

My heart is eaten.

No. It's not eaten, it's assimilated. They pull out the contents and something fills the vessel instead.

This...

Oh, this is scary. Accepting that you are changing is terrible and horrible.

I'm sure this thought on my mind will fade, too.

Pale thoughts of unspoken embarrassment. That wasn't all I had, but I was also the only one. Love, that's not such a fine thing as “love”.

emotion that everyone likes someone they would hold.

Blind trust was rejecting full assimilation. My own secret chest. I felt I had to take care of the embarrassment hidden there all the time.

So don't let anyone take it from you in your chest, hold it in.

Don't just intrude.

If you keep resisting that way... someday, someday... he will.

At the end of the day, Ferrinella's consciousness sank into a sea of relief.

A rugged piece of equipment surrounds the bed.

The number of tubes connected to your arm is enough to make you think that even the severely injured are high. It was noticed that it was a luxury to plug in the sun from the window to sleep and to seek the wind.

Ferrinella, with her breathing apparatus on, slowly opened her eye lid. While asleep, he moved his eyes to see where he was now. It won't take long to understand it's the hospital room at a glance. That is also to treat the seriously injured, if you look at the operation of the equipment.

There are two windows to kill. The ventilator was just in the corner of the ceiling.

Ferrinella looked at the ceiling several times in that condition for a while. I know what happened to me.

I lost to demons. And they took it in —— they didn't eat it.

There is no fear. Because that's what I was ready for.

Notice that your fingertips are still slightly trembling.

(Right. Right......)

Tie your mouth together and enjoy the whimpering that leaks. It's not that I'm afraid of losing, it's also different that I've accepted that. Because I couldn't help myself.

I'm just terrified that the demon came into me and was about to be taken. All emotions, thoughts, and memories. It was like I was trying to replace myself.

Once frightened by fear, Ferrinella realized she was alive.

My fingers move, my legs move... There was nowhere to hurt.

Above all, it tells us that the tubes connected to our arms are kept alive. I also saw signs of people from outside the hospital room.

I wet my cheeks, where only one strand of tears dried, and fell to my pillow.

Removing the oxygen mask, Felinera woke up her upper body.

The patient clothes were thin and simple and seemed to be worn directly on top of the bare. She seems to be wearing underwear for once, but she doesn't know the pattern. I don't need to worry about fashion because I'm a sick person, and I don't deserve to call it luxury, but for some reason I make you feel like you're wearing people's underwear.

Anyway, I wouldn't have slept for months because I didn't seem to have lost muscle mass either.

Then, to the anxiety of coming to her, the gaze turned between her breasts to fall.

Lift the tubular arm and try to touch it slowly, but there was nothing there. A little sweaty skin and a touch of sternum.

(What time is it? And why is no one here?)

I didn't see anything like a nurse call from what I saw.

All the data from the installations here were monitored in separate rooms.

Ferrinella was haunting her head in a stuffy state as to whether she should go get someone, or be at rest.

However, while doing so, the door to the hospital room will be opened hastily without knocking.

"Feri!!

"Hey, wow!? You."

What a half-way man's voice went on after the woman's stuck voice.

The first thing that popped into my eyes was Illumina dressed in a different outfit than the mineral deposits mission. Changing her blood phase, she made the choice of walking early in that narrow space, not running like a child, but without adult calm.

"Illumina, are you okay? Are you hurt? And everybody."

Felinella's first voice was this.

By the bed Illumina makes fists, before the sick who worry about others. Illumina knew this place was about to yell, but the two of us had a relationship that just wouldn't let them do it.

Regardless of the degree of injury, it was a guide to worry.