The Escape of Layla

"Hey brother! If you're thinking about suicide, do it in a way that won't destroy the mansion!

From downstairs, Charlotte's voice echoes. I was just about to wake up a little tornado and scratch my neck.

From Amelia's death, I thought it was so ridiculous to attempt suicide every day. I've tried everything, but they can't completely amputate their arms and legs. Seems like a part of it is bound to stick together and be repaired soon.

I thought if we split up, we'd die of boulders, but the demon that cursed us seems to even foresee it. It still couldn't have let me die.

"Brother! I'm listening!!

"... annoying. Charlotte will kill you if you say so."

"Don't be impotent. Who can magically beat a candidate division leader's brother?"

"Because I won't resist"

"I don't like it. You're not gonna die anyway, so could you just clean up?

My sister, who was so sick to be sick, was perfectly well to be replaced with me. Because I destroy the mansion a lot, I may have had no choice but to stay sane, but it is my sister's fault that I am feeling better and annoyed.

"We're gonna break it again anyway, so it's okay."

"Say that again! Don't you have to practice making tea? Tomorrow, though, you might meet the Destiny One."

"I won't be born again so soon, anyway"

I've looked around a lot since then, but I didn't know the truth about Amelia's death clearly. Amelia said the only other brother and mother were different, so it's undeniable that she had some ugly thoughts. Even the day we met, when I thought maybe Amelia was about to be killed, I had to curse the narrowness of my field of view, which I didn't realize was in danger of.

Amelia's death, ostensibly, seemed to be considered morbid. Among some people, the theory seems powerful that the royal blood was killed by royal hands who feared it would spread darklessly, but maybe that's just one of the reasons. A complicated situation involving royal thoughts and Amelia's origins killed her.

I was sweet. It was bad that he bracketed the height that if he had to, he would be as good as a human being in the kingdom. You can say my sweetness killed Amelia. [M]

I took a gold rocket out of my coat and stared at Amelia's portrait embedded inside. I happened to find this when I was flunking around the king's capital of Altair, the kingdom, and I bought it without getting lost. It seems that the beautiful Amelia was a popular princess from the people, and these portraits are out there.

It may seem unconcerned, but I wanted you to forgive me for this much. Even though it's impossible to forget Amelia's face, it's easier to immerse yourself in sentiment with about one of these things.

"Oh, already, there's blood on the carpet again!

Charlotte snuggled up at my feet and saw the bloodstain, moaning so loudly. This sister doesn't feel more or less like her mother in distant memories.

"It's not your room, okay?"

"You know, brother. If I could meet a man of fate tomorrow, would I fall in love with a brother in such a state of apathy? The only thing that's fascinating about my brother right now is his face, his face!

Charlotte looks up at me and chases me when she shrinks all the way down.

"Are you sure? Even if" Destiny Man "hates me. Can you take the heart of the 'Destiny Man' in that state?

Unexpectedly, my face is distorted imagining Amelia giving me all her love.

"... hated, that's hard... You're gonna want to die."

"You have to be liked by the 'Destiny Man' to die! Yes! Decided! Read the book, touch the movement of people's minds, practice making tea!

Try to get dragged by Charlotte, and I step outside the room. She was a pretty depressed sister, but as it turned out, I was saved by this sister's fortitude.

Then, about two hundred years later, a "man of destiny" finally appeared in Charlotte. The other guy is a big merchant man, and according to Charlotte, he's the owner of a delicate heart, not according to what he sees.

Charlotte, wrapped in a pure white dress at the wedding, seemed happy already and had such a sunny smile that I didn't think there was a time when she was stabbing all over her body. Can I smile and laugh like that one day if I meet someone destined again? [M]

In the year or so after that, Charlotte gave birth to an adorable girl and began to look more and more happy. There were times when he said he didn't need a child or something because he would just inherit the curse, but it seems like a lot of change. If you're a child with someone you like, even if you know a harsh fate awaits you, it's something you'll want to try to raise.

I don't know. My marriage story with Amelia was sudden, so it was soon over to draw a specific family portrait. But I must have been happy to marry Amelia and live surrounded by children similar to Amelia.

I made a magical pendant and thought of a past that didn't come true. [M] One day, beside the division chief's job, they began to make creating magic implements a side business, and this is how they often immersed themselves in sentiment while making magic implements.

I leave the actual sale of magic equipment to Charlotte and I think the store is quite thriving. Starting something new was a lot of fun.

But will Charlotte be gone in a few decades?

I feel kind of lonely when I think about it. Even though she just thought it was depressing, she's already starting to put me down and move on. The difference in age was already open to five.

While brewing tea I practiced tens of thousands of times, I became scared to imagine a future without Charlotte. Damn, I'm the bigger brother, but I have some pity stories. [M]

But maybe I won't even be so pessimistic. Because even when Charlotte is gone, there is a Greater. I'm sure I don't miss you. Grete, who looks a lot like Charlotte, will surely bake his care as depressing as it gets.

I had a tea and a mocking grin. Amelia owes it to me in a way to be able to laugh like this. After a long time since Amelia's death, I think she has also been able to express her emotions quite delicately. If this were to happen, they wouldn't say that I was neglecting my emotions, etc., even if I was to patrol with Amelia's soul again.

Upon finishing my tea, I decided to go to the King's Capital in Altair, Kingdom, to buy the glassware that was lacking. The clouds were a little suspicious, but, well, it's not bad to be rained down.

After purchasing the necessary glassware and sending it to the Mansion with transfer magic because it would be luggage, I decided to take a stroll around the city for the first time in a long time. Sometimes it's inconvenient to change the type of store.

Walking around, he, uh, came all the way to the front of the monastery where Amelia died. Seems like a popular monastery now enough to be a tourist attraction. It blurs up for a while a splendid exterior that doesn't even make you feel fine dust, such as the tragedy that happened here two hundred years ago.

After that, was Amelia's body properly buried? Even though she abandoned her identity and became a nun, she's a former princess. I want to believe they were buried politely.

"... Amelia"

Would it still be too unconcerned to whine her name now? It's been such a long time.

How long has it been going on like that? Looking at the monastery as it immerses itself in sentiment, it eventually starts to rain.

The rain stains my black coat and makes me heavy. It's been raining, too, and we'll just check one more store and we'll go home.

I only took another look at the monastery and eventually started walking down the rainway. Should I have brought an umbrella? Even if you don't die, you feel the cold.

Walking around avoiding a small puddle of water, there was, uh, the sound of something collapsing. Normally I don't even care about passing, but I wonder what fell in this unpopular rain. Turn a corner that you weren't supposed to turn and enter a dim alley where something sounds like it's going to collapse.

There was a girl sitting around in a light cream colored coat. Water droplets drip from the long flax hair knitted into three braids, looking desperate for something and staring at the ground. Its supposed to look miserable at first glance, but the goodness of the seeping product kept her proud.

Oh, it's this girl.

I instantly guess.

"Destiny Man," the rebirth of Amelia. Someone with a prettier soul than anyone else.

For the first time in hundreds of years, I felt my chest rattle and took one big, deep breath.

Relax, Amelia had the worst encounter I ever had. Now it's time not to fail.

"I really didn't want to tell you that it's better to die..."

It would be solitary. I gently walk over to the girl who groaned so mockingly. I'm kind of nervous that you can't possibly understand the high pitched hearts at this distance.

"- Then I hope you don't say it. I don't want you to make such a weak noise even if you get hit by the rain"

The girl slowly looks up. The face was two melons on Amelia because of the different colors of her hair and eyes. It looks incredible not to be Amelia. The girl just blinked quietly, and I remember an unspeakable emotion.

But the moment I met her eyes with those flax eyes that were different from Amelia's, I was uprooted with confusion, despair, joy, love, all emotions.

Time is a shock as if it had stopped.

The girl was too vivid.

The girl was a testament to Amelia's death, and my heart was so confused that I should rather abhor that flax color that differed from Amelia's, but I didn't care about that.

The shock is roughly indescribable. In contrast to Amelia, who is somewhat lively, there is a strong will in her unclean flax eyes, even though she is a girl who gives an atmosphere that seems to fade away. I can't help but be interested in that strange imbalance. I wanted to touch this vibrant girl's heart, and I thought so.

Yeah, I'm sure I'll like this girl. Not Amelia, take this girl.

I think that was probably the intuition of being one person. Not that I fell in love at first sight, but regardless of whether it's soul or sight, I'm strongly attracted to this girl's very existence, which is as if it were an illusion, and I think I can handle my head.

She's not Amelia. Why is my heart so moved if I only knew it at a glance?

"... Do I look noble even when I look like this"

The girl smiles sarcastically at me in the blink of an eye. She herself would be a noble sign that she looks terribly hurt, but still doesn't make her feel any shards of misery either. Most importantly, even such minor changes in the girl's expression seemed to burn in her eyes and she was afraid to look directly at them.

No, no, no, no, no. I'm so attracted because she's Amelia's rebirth. Because she's my "destiny man". If I didn't think so, I might have run away from this girl.

That's about it, she was shocking. I thought I was scared.

This girl is sure to easily repaint what I've been wearing for 200 years. Such a hunch was tightening my chest so painfully.

"That's already more noble and beautiful than any other soul.... It's too cold here. Come here."

I dare you to be a soul. Around bringing up words, one laughs at the excuse I have. Now they think you're a suspicious person, and if you're going to run away, that's much better. Wouldn't it be happier for me to live with my feelings for Amelia without ending like this?

You know, maybe I'm expecting you to give the girl my hand. Somewhere in my heart I want this vibrant girl and her new days to pile up. It's been a long time since I've felt a mind full of contradictions.

"Hehe, I wonder if you're a reaper. I'll be happy to follow you...... Because hell, how much better would it be than this world...?

Amelia's grin is as different as it is. It burns to the retina, to the brain, and it never leaves. I'm scared, I can't help being scared. At this rate, I'll be poisoned by this girl in no time.

How good would it have been if I really had been Reaper? If you were Reaper, you would have taken this girl's life on this occasion and decided that there was no confusion. Then I could have pretended I didn't see anything and lived with only my feelings for Amelia starting tomorrow.

No, why don't we just kill him here? Before any more feelings for Amelia, before my brain fills me with this girl's smile, shall I erase it? I don't care anymore that the end doesn't come. I want to kill her here for the most selfish and shitty reason on this.

But the girl took my hand when she smiled dewy and pathetic about my brutal thoughts. Was the luxurious body experiencing its limits, it loses consciousness as it is.

Just fine. I'll just leave you here and you'll die on your own. That way I can just forget about this girl and live with my feelings for Amelia tomorrow. I thought so and gently tried to get the girl's hands off me.

But they couldn't get away with it. Even if he lost consciousness, he tried to hold my hand, because the girl's hand was on me.

My hand stops remembering a piece of pity as someone I hadn't felt before in that appearance. It's supposed to be easy to shake, but ironically, the emotion Amelia gave me stopped me. Unexpectedly, I get a self-derisive grin.

It's a really nasty substitute, what a person's heart is.

I think I'm going to touch the contradictions I've created. I haven't had a mess in my heart in a long time.

"... Amelia, I've never had such feelings in my life. I think I can handle my mind."

Amelia stares at the dead monastery and squeals. What is the mind, so unlikely? I've only lived with you in mind for so long, and I'm sure I'm crazy trying to get this girl to take my mind off me in an instant. I don't want to think of myself as such a thin person.

Biting bittersweet thoughts, I held her up as she wrapped her body in a coat that the girl had wrapped around her, and she took her back to the mansion with metastatic magic, with a grit in her chest.