"... what... so... *"
The footage poured into my head ended and I raised my voice unexpectedly.
... this, no.
That footage of Tiara crying, Stayle crying, Arthur crying, Cedric crying, the knights crying, grieving all the way to her mothers doesn't make any sense.
It should have been a moment when it came to time, but it felt as if I had been daydreaming for a long time. I seriously think it's all a fantasy I saw because I went crazy.... but too vivid to think so.
I feel sick and nauseated at the illusion that it really is like what is happening on this occasion right now. The future Tiara showed me even though I was dead because of it is utterly...,...
……………………
To much shock, the tears also stop.
I can't move a finger while only the amount of buildup in my eyes blocks my vision, I recall the footage poured into my head over and over again.
My body doesn't move for a different reason than before, keeping me in Tiara's arms. Then Tiara loosened her arms holding me tight as she called, releasing me.
I just look back at Tiara sitting there facing me, unable to move.
Tiara gently reached out to me and now it's time to wipe my tears with those fingers. My vision, relieved without being able to distract from my face, becomes as clear as it was wiped.
I'm not the only one surprised...
Cedric, behind Tiara, also had her face badly stiffened while holding her throat in a breathless manner. The style over there also keeps his eyes badly open, holding his face to grasp every eagle in his glasses and solidifying it.
The knights, who refrained in the back, are also holding their mouths and faces down and stretching their faces with surprise. There are even knights who are surprised by themselves that they are bluing their faces and zeroing their tears because they feel bad.
"Sister....... can you still say this is a really happy ending?
No, it's not.
This isn't the ending I know.
... even in the game, there was. Tiara showed me in the confrontation of the final showdown, the late future of Queen Pride.
It was footage shortly after Tiara became the new queen and completed the crowning ceremony after Pride died. I was badly disturbed on every route when I saw it and saw the people gush and glorify Tiara who became queen.
Tiara took the throne, supported by the people, and delighted with her death, she poked herself into a dead future. Most importantly, they even saw Tiara's special abilities far outweigh her.
The future shown to Tiara is… far from a happy ending, no matter what.
"If you don't believe me, why don't we do it again? … as many times as your sister can, until accepted.
I'm sure I can, and my spine gets cold when I say that to Tiara, who sadly clouds her golden eyes.
Instead of tears, he stops to his breath, and all he can do is shake his neck sideways with his mouth tied. I get chills and sores to my stomach, and under my clothes I get stiff and sweaty and damp.
I can't get it out of Tiara's eyes, which I peeked at again, and I get scared of blinking. I want to run away from this kid in front of me right now, and everything in my body rejects it. I can't even allow one fingertip to stick this kid out.
Scary, scary, scary, scary, this kid,... scary.
I don't doubt this kid's words. Believe everything, I accept it.
Tiara is right. I know that the future I just showed you is the future ahead of my death, which means... a happy ending won't come true.
Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't. Then I'm...
How?
My hope is to be convicted of the destruction of the Kingdom of Friesia and of being killed before it.
It has always been my role, existential, hopeful, to have a happy ending.
Right now, I'm not fulfilling anything. Nothing, it won't come true. Mine, mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Scream.
My body finally moves like I woke up in pain.
Hold your head and desperately hold your brain scratched with your fingers hooked enough for your nails to devour. My eyes open to the limit, and I hear a lot of calls for "pride" and "pride ⁉" in my ears that are crushed with my voice. I can only stretch my throat to the limit and scream like before it breaks.
─ Oh... again.
My head, it cracks.
Same as just now. I can't do what I want anymore. As soon as I know that, I emit heat like a chemical reaction and something from the inside tries to explode.
No matter how much you scream, it won't make it any easier. She kept screaming like an idiot and couldn't breathe, and her head burned.
You can't even blink, you exhale too much out of the back of your body and it becomes empty. Yet my throat still screams. He complains of pain, and more and more air is unilaterally thrown out of the back of his body. The circulation of blood slows rapidly and my head rumbles due to lack of oxygen. It's hot, I can't breathe, my vision gets blurred and ticklish and dark. My headache and breathlessness are so clear that I don't want to die like this anymore.
It's okay, I'm already, I'm already dead. Yes, if I die like this, I can't end happily ever after... if I die, nothing will come true.
"Sister.
Fluffy.
............... suddenly, I was wrapped up in something soft again.
The moment I realized the scent and softness of being wrapped in flowers, my throat suddenly stopped screaming. Ha... ha... ha... and my body desperately sucks up oxygen that I could only spit out, and when I spit it out again, it makes me run all over my body.
So much, my head fever that hurt enough to crack. Disgustingly steep.
An eye that remained open repeatedly blinks as it tries to moisten the dry eye. I finally understood that I was being held by Tiara again when my vision gradually opened and brightened and I began to breathe blindly.
Much firmer than just now, I can hold myself tighter with thin arms and I make my body stretch again irresistibly. Instead of the pain pulling off, he is imprisoned by Tiara again without refusing.
From the relief of being able to breathe, or the physiological tears in the act of suffering? I told her cheek sometime. That wet Tiara's shoulder.... Still, I couldn't do anything again I was already corpse-like.
I cannot escape from the subject of fear on my own, nor can I contain this pain or seizure by myself. I can't believe this is Russ boss, this is such a funny end.
"Ever...... eh.... I was suffering alone..."
TMT...... and the whole body of blood made a scene.
I don't know myself, I just stopped breathing with my skin popping and corners.
My arms are incredibly strong and loving to hold gently. I can't resist her voice. He also penetrates into me on his own and circles out like a blood stream.
It's like they're washing something away. The inside of your body doesn't bother to settle down. My body shook up again to feel at risk and my teeth made a slight chirping noise.
"I'm so... hunted down...... I couldn't notice you... sorry... eh.
Doron.
Now my heart waved heavily. Too shocked to say, "Hih...!" I accidentally leaked a screaming voice.
After it rang so loud that I thought it was a stopping foretaste, my heart now starts making violent noises and contracting. Spin blood on your body, air it and keep it patrolling. I can tell now that it got hot to my fingertips and was so cold that I didn't even feel it until just now.
My whole body accepts Tiara's words on its own, even if I don't like them. My head swallows the word, as I was told. Well, I was in pain, I was cornered, I think I wanted you to realize. But...
Why?
"Sister...................... please. Don't tell me you want to die. I,... we want to know more about your sister... we want to be with your sister for a long time...!
Berylli.
It feels like a wall plate is peeled off, and it strikes me.
Contrary to the words of gentle Tiara, the feeling is violent enough to remember fear. Something is forced to peel off as if pulled at the mercy of power, stripped and slapped.
Bellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybellybelly My breath leaks, I'm scared and my tears seep.
... stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
I can't stop trembling because I'm so scared that I think it's better to be stripped of my raw skin.
He doesn't refuse to hold Tiara, he doesn't speak, and his disgust crawls out like a bug.
I'm invaded by something compulsive. I can't stop feeling scared on my back and eat and tie my teeth with my breath stuck.
"... sister. Just let me stay by your side. And if it does, please... share your pain with me.
I can't resist.
I feel nauseated by Tiara's kind words. The urge rages to entrust it to her as she wishes.
What's in the back of the peel overflows with the walls gone. Something that should have never been good before raids something that should have been good if it had been lost. I don't need it. I can't help but want to scratch it by sticking it up my throat even if I don't want it to come. When I actually tried to scratch my throat, my hand didn't move while drooling like I didn't have a feeling.
With so much force that I was about to crush my eaten tied teeth, in,... my vision was seeping again when I noticed it.
Tears, my throat cracked the moment I thought of it, and now it overflowed so much that I couldn't even grasp Tiara's contour. Blush and soon it wets to the chest and cools me down.
As soon as I noticed it, my arm slowly moved, which should have stayed drooling. I don't know what I'm moving it for myself. I wanted to scratch my throat I wanted to hold my tears and wipe them, and my arms finally moved slowly,... I was holding Tiara's back.
It's like she's trying to split the pain, just like she said.
With the hand I turned on Tiara's back, as soon as I grabbed the clothes, now the cries like a baby overflowed my mouth without words. I was scared, hard, sore, and I wanted to run. I follow the object of fear with a shitty face. This is disgusting to me.
"... it's okay. We will protect your sister.... your sister, who has always protected us. …… now we will.... I'll protect you all the time.
That said, Tiara strokes my hair over and over again.
I held her tight and kept crying, pushing me away just a little gently from her. The hand that had reached my back leaves for both ends of my clothes for that matter.
There is Tiara's face on the front of my face as opposed. I was so relieved that I had some distance with her, and... I was so anxious. Then Tiara gently peeled off the hand she was turning to her back, tangled her fingers and slowly connected. If I noticed, I would have taken the liberty of holding my finger back in her hand too.
I still couldn't stop crying and crying, like a toddler had regressed, and I was even shredded to resist anymore. There's a huge blank somewhere else that's been stripped, broken, and overflowed with something. Nothing will try to move me anymore.
Wet in my face messed up with tears and sweat,...... on my forehead, a sticky one was hit.
As soon as Tiara came together, I knew. Eggs keep ringing my throat as my body squeaks up and down, rubbing against my hit tiara forehead and over and over again. There is strength in the hand that grips each other. And...
Pichong......
A drop of water for a grain sounded incredibly loud in my ear.
My, even the feeling that the droplet would have fallen on my knee could have bounced is clear. Wet with my own tears, I was immediately convinced for some reason that the feeling that I should have taken many times was not mine, Tiara's. When she thought she was crying.
"Me too... I love your sister..."
That, moment.
Pacan, and.
In me, something completely dusted and vanished.
My eyes open to the limit.
I catch my breath, and the tremor stops. The hand that was holding Tiara back due to the loss of physical strength also fell patterned from arm to arm and drooled over the cobblestone. It hardens like a stone statue and I can't move it like it cramped to my fingertips. My expression died once and I finally stopped breathing perfectly with my lips tied.
"…………………………………"
My head is suddenly cold.
To my appearance, Tiara in front of me calls me with her eyes round and wet face with tears. Sister......? I miss the words I was called for so much for some reason,............ for some reason, I wasn't scared at all anymore.
I can't react, I don't have a voice, I turn my head without being able to breathe as best I can to capture the information in front of me.
"Sister... Sister, sister..."
Tiara's face rapidly turns blue.
Rock me over and over again with my tiny hands to worry about me not responding. Then, as if the weir had been cut off, I hear the shouts and runs of "pride" and "pride". Touch me, unable to move, and rock and call with Tiara.
"Prideo! What's wrong, Prideo?"
"Dear Pride, hey, Tiara! What the hell is going on here...?"
... I miss that voice I'm used to hearing so much that I want to scream out why.
The two of you, your touched body is warm. With a blurred head, I can see the Knight of the Seventh Squad rushing by. Dear Pride, as Pride and the two of you pinch Tiara and call me, softly stay away from me with Tiara in an attempt to leave it to Squad Seven.
... Ru, the. Pull back.
I try to get away, I grab the two hems with my fingertips.
For some reason, his fingers trembled again when he moved in search of something terrible.
Two people grabbed by me in the hem stop the movement. I looked at the hem and me alternately over and over, my eyes rounded. I shake my eyelids off violently like I see something incredible. It wasn't just the two of us, Tiara blinked again and again with her wet eyes in tears, and the knight who rushed over to me also solidified on the spot.
My voice was... not good because I wanted to make it out. Instead tears seeped in front of the three in a single colour, blurring their sights again.
The words I tried to say were processed with my head late. Keep staring blindly at the three people who can't even contour them, who can't even lean down.
Pride, Dear Pride, Sister and a frightened voice asking how things were going can hang on me again. I can't help my face. Only emotions go up without even having to chase your head to the facts your head handles. Still, when I couldn't really let go of the grabbed hem and just kept putting my strength into my fingertips,... my trembling fingers wrapped in warmth from hand to hand.
Both hands are wrapped in something almost simultaneously. If you can't see well with seeping vision, but wonder if someone's hands are overlapping,... you don't have to check who it is to find out.
Regardless of the tremor in my hand, both of the hands that layered on me were trembling worse than mine. Finally, now it's time for me to squeeze out the words I was about to say, with a plundered voice.
"... sorry... no... eh"
I heard a lot of breathing and drinking.
As soon as I put it into words, the tears multiply and overflow. My body was free again and I let go of the fingers that were picking the hems of the two of them, pulling out the overlaid hands and dropping my gaze blindly into the palms of my own hands. Once you get off your face, just understand that there is no more face to suit anyone.
Sister! and shortly after the scream rubbed up, Tiara jumped into my chest. With my hands pulled in front of my chest, again I can be held tight by Tiara. Only a glimmer of light in this world hugs me like no other. Still, I couldn't raise my leaning face once, and I just kept dropping my tears blindly.
- "Attack."
Wonders and those words came to mind, but now I couldn't think any further.
On the way, my thoughts broke off putrid, holding my own breasts in a strong grip on both hands. And………… think.
I can't wipe it, big sin.