Bury Chiaran's face on his shoulders without stopping his dancing legs.
This is cheek dancing.
But I can't raise my face right now.
There's a lot of cheerful music around, and everyone's laughing fun, but I feel like there's only one person in the world.
Chiaran accepted me silently.
Speaking of which, how long has it been since you cried in public? At least not since I woke up for the second time.
Chiaran's advice is right in the middle of the core.
I've been distracted for a long time. I can't help thinking about it.
The longer you stay out of sight, the more infinitely the fear swells so that you can't even send your gaze anymore.
I have filled my eyes with just the things I like and the things I enjoy, to eliminate the gaps that otherwise enter. If you don't keep swimming because you're obsessed with something, you're going to get caught by the extra stuff that's coming in and drown.
No matter how desperate you keep running, (...) keep a little distance behind me. I can't shake it off.
You don't get serious when you're hot. I'm sure that just living now is funny and not really a human way of life. But when I looked at this, I didn't feel like I could live.
Deep down in my heart, I felt like I couldn't pull it off.
--Why am I the only one...
I was just as happy to meet Troy at the end of my second life.
Stop thinking and keep distracting your eyes... while forcing yourself to tell you that this is your present life, it's a way of life that actually fits in and looks at the characters of the game in an aerial view... They're building a company, making money, adding friends and family, flagging... they're really playing games. It's just a part of my mind.
It's all right, just as long as it's on the spot. Just do what you want to do. I don't know what's left. I don't want heavy and annoying emotions. Can it get serious?
That's why I'm a man who doesn't grieve or anger, even if he gets killed in a run over.
I know it's abnormal. But if I don't give half of it to other people, I'm sure I'll be scared and unable to move.
But in the third circle, it got heavier and worse.
Why am I still alive for the third time?
When I had the question, I noticed it as a matter of course.
Maybe it's the fourth and fifth perimeter - maybe it's all the way up there.
I stopped thinking because I was scared, but Chiaran told me about Galatea and I thought my feet would collapse.
- Are you sure this is the third week?
The Great Prophet Galatea 600 years ago, no way, me?
So, what about the demetria 300 years ago? More than 600 years ago, before the beginning of the country's history?
How long will I keep repeating myself?
In order not to be disturbed by the endless fear, we simply had to turn a blind eye. Even if something gets corroded.
Ah, it's... Chiaran's fault that you've finally fallen into the face of Serious. What are you going to do?
I still can't stop crying. Life goes on forever.
"... I wonder if I can still make it..."
Unexpectedly, I was murmuring.
Oh, I can't believe I'm talking to someone. But I don't know what to do. I can't raise my face. Take responsibility, Konoyaro.
Chiaran, who had just been dating me in silence, opened his mouth when asked.
"At least, if we keep looking straight, we'll find a choice. That way, we can make a difference... even though it's Master's reception."
"Who's the master?
Former Royal Cavalier Douglas Ackerson.
"... Bu!
It's too unexpected a name, and it's supposed to be Serious, but you blew it out.
A classmate.
Always the third best student in 10,000 years, following me and Gidion in school. Without ever giving up on the overwhelming difference in strength, I was always uncompromised and challenged by my rivals. He never beat us until he graduated.
Yeah, but, yeah. I'm sure he'd have gone one step at a time, even though it was painful. The path was too different and there was little contact after graduation, but I noticed it in my eyes.
It grew all the time while I was standing still. Everyone but me.
Will I be able to walk with my feet on the ground...?
As Chiaran said, there is no reality, and I feel like it has stopped growing just a little while ago. Could you look at it little by little and sort it out so that one day - even by the end of this life - you can accept it?
If the fourth time comes, we can take a very new step.
At least the tears stopped.
"Do you know Master?
Chiaran naturally questions my reaction.
"Yeah, I've never met him before."
He finally raised his face as he answered. Thanks to Chiaran for waiting till I was able to lift it up.
It's about Chiaran, so if you look at it, you'll see that I've managed to recover. A faint smile returns while remaining silent.
"Ah...."
Chiaran's shoulders in front of her are wet. I replaced the prince's tuxedo with a handkerchief.
"I'm sorry, Chiaran...."
"What are you talking about?
Chiaran says with a strange face.
Fufufu. Someday the other way around. I smiled naturally.
"Yeah, it's nothing."