The girl with the fire wheel.

I don't know when the girl has been here.

Living in this old church was commonplace if you were careful.

Outside the church there was a square for training, and huge walls hoisted around it.

The only entrance to and exit from the outside world is the heavily constructed main entrance, where always armed guards stare.

The situation in the world was knocked in by the process of “education" but could not actually be seen. Maybe I've seen it, but at least there wasn't an outside view in the girl's memory.

The only time I could feel the outside world was when I looked up at the sky and the big round thing there - the sun shining red as it burned.

That's why the girl liked sunny days. Because I felt I could feel the outside world through the sun rising high in the sky. Because I always felt like you were watching yourself in that warm sun. Most importantly, the sun is the same color as my own hair.

That's why the girl hated rainy days. Because I felt like I was going to scratch out my existence with a rainy noise coming down. Because it blocks my favorite sunshine that illuminates me with black rain clouds.

Yes, I hate rain. - Especially on rainy nights.

"Number 8, 13, move forward."

"Yes."

"Yes."

Follow the teacher's words and stand up holding a wooden sword.

"Start."

At the same time as the emotional signals, an exercise in the form of a real battle begins.

The children in this church have no names. When calling the other person, the number determined by the teachers is used. The teacher said that when he was in public, “Your Majesty” would give him a name. I asked him if I could name him myself and he pissed me off, so I haven't asked him since. I found out that the name was something special.

After a few rounds of meeting and light restraint, the girl swings and takes a full blow. plunder the head of the red-haired No. 8 boy. Poking that gap, boy number 8 releases a kick and pushes the girl down with momentum. A waiting voice hung where the sword was thrust down his throat.

"Number 8, well done"

"Thank you"

"Compared to that, number 13, you really can't help it. Things don't remember well and movement is dull. Foolishness is a word for you. [incomprehensible]

"I'm sorry."

"Remember that it is, for one thing, His Majesty's mercy that you can live. It wouldn't be strange if it had already been finished."

"Yes, I understand."

The men in white clothes are called teachers and provide “education” and “training” to the children in the church. The way it was done was truly unforgiving, and a few have been gone so far in an unfortunate accident.

The girl hated the teacher. There are many teachers, and girls don't recognize who they are well. It seems like some of the teachers are great, but I'm not sure. We all have the same face, so we can't help it. I have no intention of remembering. There's no way you can like me because I get beat up, kicked, or badly spoken.

The most tedious part is when I hear the teachers say thank you. Teachers always repeat the same thing after “education” and “training."

"Give the greatest respect and heartfelt gratitude to the great Befnam."

"Pledge absolute loyalty to your country."

"Never defy the sun's flag."

"Death to those who defy the Holseed Empire. We will be swords and shields for it '

What the hell do I have to thank you for? Why should I swear allegiance? I don't remember ever having received such a benevolence as giving my life. That's why I don't want to be a sword or anything. There's nothing like being a shield instead. The girl had no idea why she would do that, so I asked the teacher honestly.

"His Majesty Befnam, who inherits the blood of the Belgian Emperor, the ancestor of the founding kingdom, is the most honorable man in the world. Because His Majesty is here, we can enjoy happiness and peace. Therefore, we must pledge our absolute loyalty to His Majesty and reward him with all our might."

I knew it didn't make sense because the girl had no idea she was happy with her current life. That honestly got on my face, so the teacher made his talk absurd.

"Look, number 13. It will never be tolerated to question Your Majesty, and the great empire. All you have to do is honor His Majesty Befnam with his father and think of Holsheed, his motherland, as his mother. Keep it firmly engraved in its crippled head so you never forget it!

I didn't know this well either, but I didn't like to be pissed off, so I snorted. Finally, I asked if I could call you father about His Majesty. A father is a family. If you're a family, it's natural to call you a father.

Then the teacher turned bright red in his face, angry and shouted, "Don't be disrespectful," beating up the girl. I kicked the girl squatting over and over again, yelling at her for failing to do so.

From this day on, the girl hated “Your Majesty”. It's all because of His Majesty. I can't possibly understand the words "father and respect, etc."

On second thought, I didn't even understand the word "don't defy the sun's flag". That flag doesn't resemble the sun at all. It's smaller than the real thing, and it has a glass of extra decoration. That's totally fake, not the sun or anything. The girl felt strongly that your flag was better and more damaging than mine.

When I told Boy # 8 that, he advised me, "I'd be pissed off again, so I better not tell my teacher that," he said.

He thinks differently even though the number 8 and the red hair are one another. On the number 8, he asks if that really looks like the sun.

"Yeah, it looks like a fine sun to me. Look, that line represents the sun. You often capture traits."

He said. The girl thought it was each person.

The boring days at church go on. With children as old as they were, “education” and “training” went on every day, every day. Sunny days, rainy days, snowy days, extended mornings, days and nights.

Reading and writing, of course, was thoroughly tapped in until I also learned the difficult words. Salute, attitude toward humans, and language. If the teacher became superior officer and failed, he was given corporal punishment in the name of mentoring.

When they finished all the way through, military science to destroy His Majesty and fools who defy the Empire, as well as full-scale combat techniques, were also added to education. When the girl asked what the hell this would do, she said this after she was beaten.

"When you are alone, it seems to help His Majesty. You must do your utmost to return the favors you have raised. Well, I don't think you'll survive the exam."

“I don't want you to raise me anything else, so let me out now," the girl put up with. Because I didn't like being put in the reflection room again. I must be chanting like crazy all day 'I will do it for Your Majesty' in a dark room. The girl was so bad at dying because she was so tired and her voice withered.

While living like this repeatedly, the girl hated “Your Majesty” to death. Instead of honoring me, I started wanting to kill you.

The only pleasure in those shitty days was eating. The same goes for the other kids, all this time leaking a gentle grin. The girl laughed and had fun eating with the other kids.

But one day the meal became boring. Because my teacher told me to drink black liquid. It's about medicines that make your body very strong, but that cloudy liquid just seems like muddy water. The other children start drinking heavily but are very intolerable to the girl. I don't like the way it looks, and most of all, it stinks. It tastes like rusty iron.

When I shook my neck sideways saying I didn't like the girl, the teacher hit me in the face and forced me to open my mouth and pour it in.

My breath gets painful, and at the same time, I'm attacked by fierce nausea. The back of my chest got hot so I could burn it, refluxed my throat and overflowed with raw warm objects.

"Don't react too quickly to rejection. You diluted to the limit as instructed?

"Yeah, definitely. Like other kids, it's for habit."

"... I expected some personal difference, but it's too unusual nonetheless"

"What, this guy must be special. Anyway, it's a staggering loss.... It's not going to help, and do you want to end it?

"No, just give him a hand. You won't be able to stand it until the exam, but it will be a reference for the next Dawn Plan. I need to use the ingredients for nothing. I don't know if that's going to work."

"I understand. Quarantine and continue to observe."

The girl wandered the abyss of life and death for three days, but miraculously helped. Since that day, drinking that black liquid has stopped spitting a lot of blood.

But I lost most of my eyesight at that price. In addition to being “unharmed", the girl was given the title "Failure No. 1”.

I couldn't tell people's faces until I got close to the limit, but generally I couldn't have that much of a problem because I could judge them by voice. Plus the boy at number 8 helped me out so much that I could live a life without so much inconvenience.

The hardest part was no longer seeing my favorite sun well with those eyes. I feel the warm sun, but that burning glow only blurs.

Instead, only the rain sounds can be heard more closely than ever before. The girl was disappointed.

Life in the most boring church lasted many more years. The children who were there from the beginning became progressively fewer, and instead new children came in one after the other. At first the companions, who had more than a hundred, were reduced to half, and have been replenished only for that matter. At some point the number had increased to 200.

Newly arrived children already had their own names, not numbers, but were forbidden to name them in this church. The defying child has been admitted into the girl's hateful reflection room.

For a while, I never stopped crying when I went to bed. I was listening to that and the girl got a little sad too.

The new kids, who were blocking it, also slowly began to break it down as they got used to it. The crying at night stopped and the laughter began to leak. The girl is getting happy too.

They knew a lot about the outside world. All of the stories were interesting and the girl listened to them with all her might to engrave them in her head.

Among them, the boy No. 123 was the most popular because he was knowledgeable and the story was interesting. When the teachers are out of sight, they seem to enjoy talking about how wonderful the outside world is. By listening to it, the girl could feel a lot of the outside world.123 The face could not be recognised well, but I remember being a healthy boy laughing like a day.

Number 123, then six months later, his body rotted and died. Moaning and suffering to the end when it hurts. I can't listen to fun stories ever again. The girl was disappointed.

The 150th girl in the same room was my best friend. I always shook my voice sadly with a crying face, but only at one point did that voice get very bright. Before I go to bed, it's time for me to read a picture book that I've hidden from the outside world.

The picture book she brought is a story of a henchy cat named Noel flying out of a village and traveling around the world. The girl couldn't recognize the text written in the picture book, so every night No. 150 read to her voice, diving into Futon No. 150, until the two of them were tired and traveled to the world of their dreams.

The picture book number 150 is really interesting, but one thing bothered me. I only brought one book, but it's always a different story. The humans and animals we meet vary depending on the day, and the places we visit are different. Sometimes there were stories like taking out scary red ghosts. It's not supposed to be that thick of a picture book, the way you let me touch it.

There's only one thing that every story has in common. Any story always ended with "I'm Happy”. So the girl was always comfortable listening to the story.

Because sad stories are boring.

What attracted me the most was the story of Noel's friend Crow flying towards the sun. Almost there, the crow was burned to death in flames. The story of burnt crows becoming one of the stars shining in the sky. I thought the girl was sincerely envious. Because even if you lose your body, you can stay on that warm side of the sun all the time. I'm sure the crow must have been happy. With that said, number 150 was roaring strangely. They don't usually think that way.

One night, a girl I really cared about asked, 'How can it be a different development every time you have only one picture book?'

"... because this is a strange picture book. Every time I read it, this book makes a different story on its own. You know, it's amazing."

That's what number 150 said and he was laughing. The girl praised you for being such a treasure, but the voice on 150 seemed kind of sad. I don't know how that happened because my face didn't look good.

Every time I asked her to read a picture book, the girl began to have one dream. Like Noel the Cat, he wants to be happy himself.

When I asked number 150 how I could be happy,

"I don't get it either. So if we can get out of here alive, we'll find him together."

and hugged me with a lean body. "It's a promise," the girl nodded strongly, laughing spicidly thinly at number 150.

And number 150 died the next day. Her body was getting cold when she woke up in the morning and called out. No matter how many times I shook it, its eyes never opened again.

Rushing teacher's story says he didn't accept any food here lately.

"It's your fault. Because it makes me drink something so black and weird."

"... experiments fail. This sacrifice will surely come in handy."

"... I wish you had died"

…………

The girl stares at the murderer. I thought they would beat me up as usual, but the teacher went somewhere without saying anything.

At night, when the girl tried to go to the bathroom, she heard voices coming from the leaking room of the light.

'Your Majesty urged me to report details about the plan. Even though I, the auditor, issued the report.'

"You don't have to worry about anything because I'm submitting again"

'Auditor, can you tell me why you squeezed my report with a cross spear in it? This is clearly an act of transcendence.'

'There is no need to teach. The plan is going well, that's all we need to report. "

'You make me laugh when things go well. The number of experimental bodies dead has increased over the past few months, while results have not always improved. The achievement of the aims for which His Majesty is wanted is difficult, no, near impossible, in the present circumstances. Replace the person responsible and propose to rebuild the plan. … Was there any mistake in my report'

'That's a disagreement, auditor. My dawn plan is going well. Nor will I betray His Majesty's expectations. We will use this achievement to complete the next dawn plan.'

'Unfortunately, I guess that's not possible. We found a tampering in some of the experimental results. Your men have testified. "

'... I'm sorry. But we can't keep up with you anymore. I don't want to eat your runaway roll. "

"The beginning and end of a future attempt to squander the lives of certain children and even deceive His Majesty. You will take full responsibility."

You're running away, you hypocrites. You are both guilty of the same crime. How many young lives have I claimed on this side? How do you not know that stopping your feet here is the act of wasting their sacrifice? No matter what, no matter who says what, the plan will be fulfilled '

"Anyway, I will restrain you for once. I don't want you to resist, the absurd means... '

"… what makes my dawn plan so great that I can cancel it now!

I heard such a yelling reward from the teachers' room, but didn't care because I wasn't particularly interested. The noise finally scratched out after a beating fierce noise, the sound of something cracking, and several screams.

The girl decided to shape the picture book so she wouldn't forget about number 150. As an important treasure, I intend to keep it forever. As long as I have this picture book, I will never forget number 150. If it rains, it will not be scratched off.

Nevertheless, for a while the girl didn't get any energy to do anything. It was the most disappointing and very sad thing I've ever done. No one reads my picture books when I go to bed anymore. I can't even laugh with you.

But I have to keep my promise to number 150. He also said number 150 that he couldn't keep his word. The cat Noel, who didn't even keep his promise in the story, was in big trouble. So I'll definitely keep my promise.

Before the girl went out into the outside world and searched for happiness, she decided to run it from close by first.

"How can I be happy," he asked the teachers, guards and children when they found time.

The kids twisted their necks saying they didn't know better.

"It is the happiest thing to do for Your Majesty," the teacher said greatly, "when the Dawn plan succeeds, blissful joy will come," etc. The guards were similar.

The girl thought it was the ones she really couldn't use, but she nodded appropriately. I don't have time to be in the reflection room. I'm busy.

The kids listened to me with great interest. Unfortunately, no one knew how to be happy. But the girl could find a companion with the same dream.

"When I get out there, I want to find a way to be happy with you. Hey, if that's okay with you, can I follow you, too?

When the boy at number 8 said so, everyone kept their mouths together and gathered under me, me, then me and the girl. The girl laughed and accepted with pleasure that it was fine. I don't care how many people I have. It is decided that it is better to have more.

The number of children was down to 50, but at the end of the day they were all able to be true companions. The girl sincerely thought it was really good.

The day of the end has come.

At the end of this exam, the children who have survived to this day will be given a name by His Majesty.

Boy number 8 has been squeezing his hand to definitely survive. The girl nodded back, of course. When I looked over at everyone's face, they all nodded the same way.

"Gentlemen, you have endured so well so far. The final phase of the dawn plan will finally be implemented today. If you survive this exam, you will be reborn as transcendent beings. It's not an exaggeration to call it exactly" the incarnation of the sun. "

The teacher tells the children in a tired voice. Speaking of which, since when is the only teacher with a tired voice left? I don't know how many were there first, but now it's just this teacher.

The teacher's face is crushed, his cheeks are pounded, and his grey head is blurred. His eyes were swollen, and his body flesh shredded off, as if his bones were moving. The white coat, usually spotless, has a bright red stain on it everywhere.

"The dawn plan is never a failure. In order not to waste the lives of our fellow citizens who have sacrificed until today, I urge you all to survive. Mine, my plan, is also a testament to the fact that it wasn't wrong. Yes, the plan is definitely impossible with failures and such!

The teacher pours black liquid into the glass as he exasperates. Black enough not to be compared to before. It's really black. Darkness enough for a girl with bad eyes to know exactly.

"At the end of the day, I'll go out with you, too.“ The blood of the sun ", reproduced with the dedication of the soul of a comrade, it is a supreme joy to be able to taste with this body"

The teacher distorts his mouth and raises a starched glass. The kids hoist their glasses the same way.

"Celebrate the success of the Dawn Plan and wish the Holseed Empire further prosperity. - Cheers!

Meditate your eyes as the teacher drinks up first and is ready.

The children follow it and include it in their mouths.

The girl drank the glass out of dislike after a late, toasty grunt. Tell yourself this is the last time. We can finally be free, so we have to be patient.

".................. ah"

They immediately realized it was a mistake. My stomach is burning. No, it's not just my stomach. My whole body is on fire. The teacher screamed and fell down. All but one of the other children are crooked.

The girl tried to scream with so much bitterness, but her voice didn't come out at all. There is a splash of red stuff from your mouth, and something is flowing through your eyes and nose as well. I hear a high noise with Keane, burning red in front of me. Unlike your sunshine, I'm not happy at all.

I didn't know what was going on, but only one thing the girl knew. That I'm done. The girl's consciousness fell into darkness, feeling clearly the impending “death”.

Before falling into the darkness, something red and black - something like lightning burst, but the girl's consciousness was no longer there.

Cold objects hit her cheeks and the girl woke up. It's dark around here and I don't know where this is. I hear something like a deafening feather and a droplet called a potato.

I try to move my body, but something soft or hard gets in the way and I can't move. I have no choice, so I scratch them forcefully and crawl out toward the brighter side. Something creeps in my hand, and there's a nasty noise. I felt bad about the mud and something around my body.

I managed to get out like an ant crawling out of a nest. Sleep and fall as hard as you could on the spot, roughly absurd your breath.

Rain makes the ground soggy, pointy gravel eats into the body and hurts. Cold rain hits the body and takes away the temperature.

For now, when I stood up to escape the rain and looked around, I knew where the hell I was.

The nest where the girl crawled out was not just a hole. Correctly, would a tomb be worthy? There is not just one grave, but several digs around it.

I didn't understand it at first, but inside the hole it was filled with corpses. If you look closely, there are several familiar faces.

Were the children who were gone from the church thrown in here? The old corpse is white boned, but the new corpse still retained its original form. maggots gushing like swarms of corpses. Earlier feathers were caused by grown bamboo.

I don't know why it's not covered in dirt. Did the beast dig it up? The remains of the apparent beasts lie around the hole. He just ate a bite of the body, and the beast died for some reason. From its mouth was overflowing the debris of the diarrhea.

…………

When the scared girl backed off, she was taken by another grave. I feel so nasty, I fly unexpectedly.

It was the girl's body that the girl had stepped on. My face is half broken, but I recognize it somewhere. It was number 150, which was dead.

Only the 150th face can clearly tell. Because he's my best friend. I managed to pull it out of the hole, but my arm flesh peeled off and it didn't go well. On my palms, loose pieces of meat and skin stuck together. It was so scary and disgusting, but I didn't feel like dropping it.

"You can't come with me on this."

When the girl shrugged and let go of her hand, the body collapsed powerless. Warm things overflow from my eyes.

This is what happens if you're not happy. The girl who figured it out got sad, kneeling on the spot and crying as much as she wanted. I cried and cried and cried and cried. The rain gets more intense and the crying is completely scratched off.

After crying until her voice withered, the girl realized there was. To being able to see around, as before. The girl gets up as she wipes her wet face with rain.

"I survived. I'm the only one who survived."

The girl laughs as she cries. More than scared and sad, because another emotion has sprung up. - That's a joy.

I survived. I can find a way to be happy with this. I can keep my promises to everyone. Only I can do that.

…………

Take out the picture books you have kept in your nostalgia. It got melted with rain and dirt.

See body number 150. I felt better taking it with me than leaving it here.

"... name. What should I do with my name?"

The teacher promised to give me a name if I survived. The teacher is probably dead. Nothing. It doesn't matter. Not sad at all.

But I can't forgive you for surviving and dumping me in a grave. A man who breaks a promise is a crumb. So I'll never keep those guys' words or anything. The girl screamed from the bottom of her belly in a withered voice, wondering who would work, for His Majesty's sake, etc.

After screaming for a while, the girl fell asleep beside the grave. Paint the mud and think about what to do with the name.

"Noel?"

The girl opens picture book number 150. It's seeping, but there's barely a cat in a hat left.

"Noel.... yes, let's make it Noel. My name is Noel, starting today."

The girl decided to make her name Noel. Noel, a henchy cat in a hat, traveled in various places and ended up always happy. Like Noel, make yourself happy. I thought so strongly.

I'm not number 13 right now. It's Noel. When I nod, I squirt up the mud in a cup with both hands. Put that mud on the grave and bury it little by little. Because I felt pathetic to stay wild. That's all. Because they were indeed one of us.

When I finished filling all the holes, the rain had stopped. Noel's favorite manly sun is rising high in the sky in a different way.

Tired Noel decided to sleep on the spot in the sun.

"After all, I like sunny days the best. Because it warms my body and my heart. I'm sure they're all happy."

Noel laughed quietly, slowly meditating his eyes.

Find a way to be happy. And make sure you're happy. That would please everyone. So let's do our best. Noel wandered away in the light, repeatedly in his mind over and over again.