Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

No matter how much she circled this world, she could not only hold the heart of fresh water. But it's not real love, it's also close to a kind of obsession.

But there is a little bit of talk about Aili circling this world.

Aili.

Name it. This human being is one woman named 'Itchy', but she was murdered by one man before she was trapped in this world.

That was the man of a lover I truly loved at the time.

My first love was when I was five years old, and my first boyfriend was the man made of twenty-eight years old. I had fallen in love many times by then, but no one told me they liked me, and my face was inside. Not a skank, but a facial creation that would skank you if you were alarmed. The makeup took twice as long to make and the itch was trying hard to get people to turn around like it.

But still, there is not one person who recognizes himself, and the majority of married people, even if they are. Always second, even if I made a promise to my boyfriend, I would often go over there if the cute kid told me to.

Even my family is.

My parents always cared about all my sisters, and the second itch thing I was born with was second in turn. She is a well-made sister, but that's not why she can't do the itching well. I simply can't care less.

Itching can't be anyone's best.

So just a little bit, I've escaped to the maiden game and escaped reality. Because I can be the best in the game.

He looked better than a real man who was across the screen, a thin, peppery illustrated man with no contents, but who wouldn't admit it.

That's when I first start dating someone at the same workplace as a lover, whether my mind was getting spared in the game. Until now, it was from me, but this was the first time I had been invited by them. The itch floated because it was a voice from someone I thought was good.

Plus my first boyfriend.

For the first time, the person who chose me the best.

Yes, so the itch floated so much.

"I'm not the best?

But that didn't last long.

A friend of mine used to say itchy enough to flicker a fair amount of love to keep her in love with her lover for a long time.

If you give too much, you can't stand the weight and your opponent crumbles. I let go of my mind even if it's too much to give again. He said there was enough time.

But even though I knew what that meant, I didn't do anything to discourage the feeling of liking it.

Say you like it if you like it.

No matter how nasty you seem to me, it doesn't matter if they like you, either.

Yes, it floated.

"Aren't I the best!? Hey!! '

Because she's such a woman, it's easy to cheat.

Second year of cohabitation.

The fact that strange women slept on the bed used by the two lovers, was a sight that even went to hell for itching.

My dear lover sleeps comfortably next to the woman. Although Itchy had been home for a few days, was it a mistake to go home earlier than planned to surprise her?

And soon afterwards, the itchy consciousness will stop pattering. I didn't pass out, she was murdered by an affair lover.

Within seconds of the itch hitting the woman who slept next to him after that. A man was beating his itchy head with a vitreous crust.

Her body was dumped in the back of the mountain.

I got a lot of scratches on my face so no one could tell, and the itch was dumped like garbage.

Itching couldn't be anyone's best after all.

On the contrary, it treats me like garbage. Thoughts that die but cannot die wander through the darkest afterlife and the thorns of this world.

Then came a little light to the itch. It was a dazzling light like the sun, not a thing sparkling like a star or a light as pale as the moon.

"Let me give you only one thing you want."

She didn't know who it was, but she thought it was God.

There is no basis or anything.

But now I just wanted to assume this light that would fulfill my own wishes like garbage.

"Then make that world for me."

You made me escape reality, that game. I want to live in that world where there are men who are bound to make me the best. Like a game, a world that can be easily reset if you make a mistake.

A world at your convenience. A world that doesn't deny itself.

I want to stay alive all the time in a world where no one will take from me who I like.

So if a woman shows up to take it from me, I'm gonna put it in my eyes next.

"Hey. Let's start over again, shall we? Like that day."

When he shook out the wind's hand, Aili walked out into the hallway at first sight. The unexpected wind immediately tries to chase him, and he also gives instructions to the playmen around him to catch Ai Li. But to the creepiness of her words, the wind threw her gaze at the fresh water beside the daisy.

Like that day, what the hell is that? Again, what is starting over? If you mean to undo the situation, there is only one verse that comes to mind. But that's something you can't do without losing your life.

"Wind, don't leave Aili alone."

"Brother Yi, no way that day's fire"

What happened in the previous world when fresh water, wild daisies and orchids lost their lives. Though fresh water seemed to be a thin guess, I can assume that that suspicious fire was set up by Aili. It wasn't just then. The Yoshihara fires that have occurred so far have been accidental and man-made. Some of them must have all died.

"What are you guys talking about?

"Hey, my God! There's a fire coming up from behind!

"What no!?

The cook rushed to the room in a hurry and came to inform me of the emergency. Ryuyi gets up and asks the cooking what's going on.

"When one of the cooks caught me making a suspicious move, I held a flint in my hand. He said he was setting it up somewhere, and when I saw it earlier, the storage shed was already on fire."

Yes, as the man spoke, Fresh Water noticed a slight smell of smoke coming from the plaid window in the room.

"Uncle, let's get everyone evacuated in a hurry. You can count on Chongzen Temple in the west. Fire is fast around in a wooden brothel building. And the wind is strong today."

"Oh, but the daisies."

"This kid will be fine. I'll take you out if I have to."

Saying so, Shimizu wiped his bloody dirty wild chrysanthemum face with his sleeves, turning his hand behind his back and knees and lifting it. Ujino, who was lying next to him, hands wipes out of his nose and places it on the chest of the wild daisy being held. When Ryuyi saw it, he shouted at the men who had gathered in the room.

"Ribbons and ten righteousness! Find the winds that followed Aili and tell them to go to Chongzen Temple! The rest of them, take the guests outside Yoshihara! Perhaps it's only a matter of time before we move to the next brothel."

The close-knit Yoshihara brothel is easy to move from neighbor to neighbor when one building is on fire. If they had set fire to not only the storage shed but also to several places, there would not have been time to stand here for a long time.