Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

"... Ugh!

A syndicate that jumps up oddly.

I look around, exhale, no matter what I do.

"... a dream"

What kind of dreams were you having?

When Syndicate wipes the sweat off her forehead, she heads to the vending machine to drink something.

"Ugh!?

That's when I stumbled onto something and Syndicate fell.

"Oh no... what the..."

Syndicate sees things she has stumbled upon.

He was born.

She was the head of a very cute girl.

My cute raw head is rolling with corn.

"To?"

Syndicate sees where a so cute girl stood before she went to sleep.

There, only the uniform had fallen.

"Uh..."

A syndicate that moves your hands busily.

I panic lightly.

That would happen if I saw my neck in my sleep.

"Er..." Leesai ""

Syndicate, for now, performs repair magic on the pretty girl's neck.

Syndicated repair magic seems to have worked.

The face of a girl so cute shines.

"Good... healed... Yep!?

Syndicate shouted.

I wondered if the light had subsided wrapping a so cute girl, and there stood a perfectly cured, so cute girl.

Sure.

Whatever.

I keep my uniform, so she was naked.

Naked.

The way you were born.

Exposed everything, girl.

A naked, so cute girl.

My pretty breasts not too big are shaking full and my little butt is all over.

"Fundabruzz!?

Syndicate bit her surprising less tongue and ejected red lotus fluid from her exciting less nose.

"Phew, get dressed. Whoa, whoa!

She was biting slightly because of her tongue bite, but Syndicate ordered the pretty girl to wear clothes.

Upon hearing Syndicate's orders, the so cute girl walked with Stasta to pick up the uniform beside Syndicate, but she was shaking with a pull as she walked.

What?

That's everything she loves.

Syndicate, of course, was staring at it as a giraffe and bleeding with the result potatoes.

Syndicate calmed down with a so cute girl wearing a uniform.

When I look at HP, it's almost half gone.

Syndicate took healing pills.

"... ugh. He was a formidable enemy."

A man who saw a girl naked and nearly bled to death.

Its name is Syndicate.

"Don't ever be laughed at if they find out around Kotalou, here"

While he vomits such evil, Syndicate casts a repair magic on his bloody uniform.

Finally, Syndicate did the repair magic for her because the pretty girl's uniform was also bloody and worn out.

The irritant smell that smelled just a little bit disappeared.

I wonder what that smell was.

"Well, do you want to hear the new name for now"

Leaving aside minor questions, Syndicate asks the two girls she brought her name to.

"Waterbridge Lilina"

and a girl with two glasses.

"Baiyano Yen (Yuri Noodles)"

and a so cute girl.

"Hmmm... Yurina and Yurino... yuri yuri combo... freshman year because the school seal is red... hmm?

Syndicate reminds me that there is.

"Maybe Madoka's from Love Comedy?

No response from Madoka.

"Uh... what's your favorite boy's name?

Syndicate changes the question.

"Mr. Cicito."

Madoka replied.

"I knew it."

Syndicate sounded familiar to that rare boy's name.

The best looking guy in high school attending Syndicate would definitely be Syndicate's best friend Kotalou, but the hottest guy would definitely be this guy.

Lion Dou (basket and)

Group B for one year.

Until secondary school it was a basketball club, but a boy student who went from high school to home club.

I'm not good-looking.

His face is grown-up, he's not tall, and his grades aren't good or bad.

A normal man who likes people a little, or features a flower bed behind a school building, about giving water to the magic.

But he was an anomaly.

"It's Like Love Comedy"

Whose word is that?

Probably a word that comes to the mind of all who saw the sight.

First of all, Cicito has a girlfriend. My girlfriend, the super beautiful girl.

Rona R. Monmouth.

Group B for 1 year

She has blue eyes like an sky in her blonde hair, beautiful girl.

The white skin reminded me of the finest ceramics and the style embodied the ideals of a man.

You're out too far, but you're pulling in nicely.

Syndicate, too, had only seen her once, but that was so beautiful that the scenery around her seemed sumptuous.

That's Cicito's girlfriend.

But it's another girl who likes Cicito.

I don't know why, but Rona and Cicito are just pretending to be dating... you think?

For that matter, they have witnessed the two of them holding each other under the stairs or walking around town holding hands.

Other guys named Cicito were hotties anyway, such as the chairman of the committee in the same class as Cicito slowly clinging to Cicito, the pulling girl constantly following Cicito around, and running away with her super cute childhood friend.

The more unusual.

All but one of the beautiful girls in school were hot enough to be told that they might have a crush on Cicito.

But such Cicito is not dating a child who likes his destiny.

By the way, Cicito's destiny is hers.

It is a one-year C set of Baiyuan yen (Yuri no Midori).

Yes, she said earlier, but Madoka's favorite is Cisito.

But Madoka and I have never been witnessed behaving like a couple.

I've never been witnessed, but it can be a known fact that the two are sympathetic because of the unusually tight Cicito in front of Madoka, or the fact that the two of them are sympathetic because of Madoka's tendency to fall or drop things in front of Cicito.

This, fate doesn't go well with each other inside, and there's just a couple pretending to be dating each other, or there's talk at Syndicate's school that some pretty girls with a crush favor one boy student as if it's a love comedy.

That love-come heroine was right in front of me.

He's been cut to death in front of me, he's necked in front of me, and he's dead in front of me.

This wouldn't have happened if Syndicate had exorcised the dead in the morning.

If Syndicate had thrown a knife at the death ghost of a boy student properly, this wouldn't have happened.

"... ha"

Syndicate sighed.

Kill the Dead Ghost.

Kill those who may return to life.

It's murder, not murder.

So don't kill him.

So, she's dead.

A so cute girl died.

A girl in love is dead.

The kid who was asking Syndicate for help is dead.

"... sorry"

Syndicate lowered her head.

Only with rumors, Syndicate doesn't know their love comedy, but even with rumors alone, she heard they seemed happy.

Such a girl died because of Syndicate's troubles.

It was the Death Ghost who actually killed her, but if Syndicate had acted without worries, it would likely have helped her out.

Then you should probably keep your head down.

"From now on, I won't get lost. Dead ghosts, hold on, kill."

Syndicate, I swear.

She's dead, not to herself.

But it doesn't fall. Is that so?

I felt the words hadn't stained my body.

I can't carry out this vow like this.

I had a feeling about that.

What is the reason for this?

"... Enjoy 'Easy'?"

The teachings that were stained with my thoughts turned my head naturally.

(... right. It's not 'easy' to just kill a dead ghost, and there's no 'fun'. I can't escape feeling guilty about killing dead ghosts anyway. Then you should 'have fun' with that for a little while)

So what should we do?

(... 'Easy' is to reduce what needs to be done. 'Fun' is to set the rules. Like a game. The game is funny because there are rules)

Syndicate knew the answers that would satisfy those two.

Since the world had changed, Syndicate had moved just like that.

"Dead ghosts kill. Even if that could be murder. But I'm not gonna kill a girl's ghost."

This was it.

What was missing?

Or too many.

The words, the vows stain Syndicate's body.

Is it too much of a feminist?

Do we have to make it equal for men and women?

But if the Dead Ghost is a resurrected corpse, it's still killing to defeat the Dead Ghost.

There is no hero in a kill without rules, but a hero can be born in a kill that sets rules.

Freedom is great.

But perfect freedom creates decadence.

Many great men fought for freedom.

In other words, great men were born in moderation in places where there was no freedom.

Syndicate decided, the rules in the slaughter.

Girls don't kill.

This rule, the oath, the constraint, the restriction, the moderation, gives power to the upcoming syndicate.

Syndicate got the rules she needed to enjoy the world.