Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

Can you hear Madoka or not?

A woman appeared in front of a yakuma who drank a lot of liquid from a bottle of wine.

(That's....)

Yakuma knew the woman well.

"Mother... is that it?"

Yakuma stood with two legs in no time.

No, it's only natural to stand up.

The crushed words are strangely empty, and I feel uncomfortable, but I don't care, and Yakuma approaches her mother.

Yakuma loved her mother.

A mother who raised herself full of love for herself carrying a hand that had a bad sense of equilibrium and always fluttered even if she didn't do anything.

Everyone's happiness is their own happiness.

I love my mother who taught me such kind words, and I can't resist it.

Suddenly, when she looked under her feet, she noticed the beautiful flowers.

As it was, Yakuma crouched down and folded a few flowers before handing them to her mother.

It's beautiful. Did you pick it for me? Thank you.

Fufufu, seeing his mother smile, Yakuma became very happy.

Everyone's happiness is their own happiness.

(...... I'm sure that's what this word means.)

Yakuma's heart is filling with a warm and warm mood... that's when it happened.

Yakuma's mother collapsed suddenly.

"... eh"

Your mother is twitching, twitching and bubbling.

"What, what? Why?"

Though confused, Yakuma clearly had a hunch.

I understood.

"This is..."

It was a sight I had seen.

It was a familiar sight.

The sight of her mother rampaging around like a pesticidal cockroach.

The sight of her beloved mother coming to the end like a pest.

Even though I was supposed to be outside, the sight around me is a living room at home.

In the fallen mother's hand is a cup with a beautiful flower.

Yakuma's mother would have drunk a stylish cup of tea that opened with a crumbly flower when she put hot water in it.

Happy, happy.

Because the tea had a son who loved it.

My beloved son bought it for my birthday.

Yakuma mixed a lot of "happy things" into the commercial tea and stained it.

"Ah... ahh"

Repeated vomiting and convulsions cause dizziness and the death of the mother.

The miserable face of a mother who was supposed to be "happy".

”No... no. I, I... made everyone [happy]...”

Yakuma was just as puzzled as she was then, and just as she was then, she changed her mind.

"Oh, yes, this is happiness." Girls who were drugged by Gaomaro also looked like this. That's right, this symptom is [happiness], and this is it.... "

No, no, no, no.

Someone whispered in his ear.

"No, Kotaro, no."

It's the voice of a mother who's supposed to be falling down in front of her.

No, no, no, no, no.

Over and over, voices boil out of your ears, neck, chest, abdomen, feet, and body.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

"No, no, no, no..."

Noooooo!

Even if the voice of denial finally comes out of your mouth, your mother's fantasy will not disappear.

Rather, it's clearly clinging to my eyes and vomiting.

"Kotaro, it's painful."

"...... Chi...... Ah......"

Like a driftwood, withered yakuza is crushing.

Even though there shouldn't be any moisture left, Madka saw a drop of yakuza tears spilled from her eyes with cold eyes.

"The 'sweet dew' mixed with the 'sap of the world tree' evokes memories. I don't know what kind of running lights I was looking at...... but I wonder if it was [happiness]?"

As the end of the life of a yakuza is announced, a plant like a vine that was wrapped around it completely surrounds the body of the yakuza and grows rapidly.

"Well, I'm not interested in your [happiness], but... I see. If you were to die and be reborn into a beautiful flower, you would only be able to make [happy] by yourself this time."

Plants like vines crushed and blossomed.

The flower, which blossomed lightly in purple, was fantastic and very beautiful... but Madoka didn't smile.