Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

"... hmm?

Bright white, wall-like scenery mixes a variety of colors, including black and red and brown and blue.

And when he mixed it up and the colors began to take shape, Madoka began to realize, literally, that she was losing her mind.

(... uh, why are you losing your mind... what the hell, sure, I'm walking the cat right...)

Someone I love, Cicito's sister.

Cat.

Madoka liked her just as much as she loved Cicito, and she was getting along.

Really, cats are good kids.

When I went to visit Cicito's house, they always welcomed me with delicious teas and treats, and when I went out with Cicito, Cicito and Madoka worked together to make it a good atmosphere.

Seniors and juniors of the school I used to attend, there were also various types of consultations.

Really, really, cats are good kids.

Yet such cats were treated and wary of Yurina, her best friend, and Syndicate, the benefactor of life, as if cats were untrustworthy people, like the bad guys.

Sure, Madoka thought so too.

What about a cat, a young, weak girl still in elementary school, who walked out of the world by herself, at night?

I thought.

But still, Madoka wanted to believe in cats, and she did.

Even when I was carrying a cat.

Even when I was walking down the underground aisle, lending a shoulder to a cat.

It's okay, that's what I thought.

Really, cats are good kids.

(... cat)

Madoka slowly wakes up, recognizing that it is true that she is losing her mind because of a slight headache and the pain of saving.

The surroundings are very dim.

There seems to be a light, but that seems to be such a situation, where it is blocked by something like a wall, and the light that is leaking from it, is able to secure vision.

"... naked!?

I have pain, but my body can move.

I thought so and Madoka, trying to get up, realized that she was not wearing anything right now.

Use your hands in a hurry to hide where you don't want to be seen.

"Duh, why, me, clothes..."

"Fest"

Something came out of the place where the light was leaking, along with a familiar voice, one girl.

Back length is almost the same as Madoka's.

Same age or slightly younger looking.

A blonde bob-haired girl wearing blonde made-up clothes and glasses.

The girl smiles at Madoka, who seems beautiful enough, even from Madoka, who has had a lot of opportunities to interact with a woman with a similar appearance to that described as a beautiful girl.

"I see you've noticed."

Such letters appeared from the body of a blonde glasses girl.

"Eh, you..."

Already, at the time the letters appeared, Madoka was on the verge of knowing who the girl was, but could not speak the name.

That's right.

There's no way the girl in front of you is her.

If it's her, one of her features is too different from this girl's.

'If you think you can move, come here.' Cause it seems a lot faster there than a verbal explanation of the current situation. '

A blonde bob-haired girl invites her way to Madoka.

'Here, take a peek. Try not to speak up. I use magic that makes the sound harder to hear, but I make it pretty weak because I allow them to hear their voices. If you scream out loud, you'll hear it.'

Who are they, I wonder?

I don't know, but Madoka follows the girl's invitation and walks roughly, slowly to the girl.

From where the girl was, the wall seemed to be missing, and Madoka, from there, the wall was gone. I slowly glanced into the place where the light was leaking.

"... eh"

Not because they said beforehand not to speak, but simply, to the sight in front of him, to the things he sees, Madoka becomes unable to speak.

It was a giant man.

There will be a hundred meters, even more gigantic, people than the orange dragons we previously encountered.

Madoka shifts her gaze to the girl.

"This..."

Madoka was aware of the mistake.

Huge people.

That's not true.

It's not that people are huge.

'That's right. Now Master Madoka is getting smaller. as much as I do.'

Girl answers.

Bob-haired, glasses girl to her blonde shoulder.

No, fairy.

A girl whose fairy grease was supposed to be about the same size as her palm, much the same back length as Madoka, stands.

While checking that fact, Madoka saw another giant...... no, someone of normal size.

"Damn...... where are you going. I brought you here to turn it down."

The person, twitching and twitching, looks around at his surroundings.

The person wearing a trainer scattered in various colors, even from a backpack, would be a man.

Mid-twenty, male.

Madoka feels that the color of her hair is gold with a light pigment, and from its appearance, she is apparently not a decent person.

Given the circumstances, there seems to be no mistake that he is involved in the current situation in Madoka.

What do you want to smash, he has a little hammer made of wood.

'... it's time for you to come here. I'll tell you what happened while Master Madoka passed out.'

"... yeah, okay"

From what I saw, the only person in the room was a man.

Even as he was concerned about it, Madoka shut up and followed Gres.