The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

That day.

Me and the Virgin were facing each other in my room.

Because I want to ask her a lot. She wants me to get mad and kill her. [M] The convergence of both interests led us to have a little conversation.

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"You, when the hell are you going to kill me? Could it be," Go to Guhehe, then. I'm looking for that body. I can't kill you until I've turned you into an orphan. "

"I don't know what you're talking about anymore."

I said, "Oh, yeah?" I turned my gaze at the Virgin.

In the first place, my personal name is not "O", and I am not looking for or anything like the body of the Evil Fallen Virgin.

And most importantly...

"You're probably as good at fooling people as I am."

─ ─ Should I say acting ability to be precise?

The Virgin reacted with Pickle for the first time when she heard the words.

But it is this evil fallen Virgin who even reacts with the possibility of acting,

"Come on, let's talk about it, Mirianne."

That's what I said, and I got a grin.

Why did I notice her acting skills?

The first thing that comes to mind when asked that is her in that setting where the four major conferences took place.

At that time, I just thought she was a 'self-absorbed fucking Virgin shaking crazy justice'.

That's why I went about things with confidence, and I remember I was pretty doomed.

But when I first saw her in that cathedral, I was smashed to pieces by wood dust.

She didn't even suspect death then.

That's why "vegan" appeared to the surface layer of death at present, making me realize the truth.

to the fact that she is not a mad Virgin, but a broken Virgin.

She was the one who wanted a war between the Holy Nation and us, and that's when I heard the name of my being and at the same time I thought of its potential, and I heard it stopped the great march or began to provoke.

And because she found it ineffective, she began to gain experience in the modified human beings (fukashi) created by the "real apostles", and led all the roads I had come to to to be so.

"Absolutely not you... I wouldn't look at it for privacy, but isn't it also in your status? Something called" The Phantom of Intelligence. "

"Come on -? I've never seen a status before, so I don't know?

"Liar, you son of a bitch"

I immediately answered the Virgin who had dared to lie plainly. [M]

Definitely. This woman is the brainchild in line for me, Kyoka, and Urachi.

On top of that, I can even fool myself. That acting ability has combined to make me a very troublesome monster.

If she thinks she's going to "destroy the law enforcement from the inside out," it's going to be pretty bad. I want to hope not. You can pray to the cursed eye god who died the other day.

However,

"You're really not interested in anything but dying."

"What now?"

It was a quick answer.

She was looking in my direction with those half-light out eyes, that face with no thoughts, no emotions floating around.

But I'm sure I'm not in that vision. [M]

That's the only thing she knows about the world she sees, and I couldn't possibly call it a real escape, even if I was wrong.

─ ─ No, I didn't want to say it.

(It's hard. It's as much as it costs. Against that, "Look at reality" or "Don't run away" - is what scum says that doesn't even try to understand the pain and spiciness of the person. Well, there 'll be exceptions)

Inside, when I squealed, I took a good peek into her vain eyes.

Then brainiac Milianne wondered what he had guessed.

"Oh, maybe you're thinking of healing my (...)? If that's the case, I don't know how to think about it. You think you can handle everything by appealing to your feelings, perhaps the protagonist of commonly known urbanists?

"There's no way..."

"Right, I'm not going to follow a guy that's so painful and angry, no matter how much he wants to die."

That's what makes her breathe relief.

And when I saw it, I was unintentionally stunned.

The modus operandi seeped in a slightly different 'naturalness' than the previous sole, which at that time - very much resembled the atmosphere she had when she saw it in the cathedral.

That is, at best, a small difference that can only be detected in the very slightest, instinctive part, to the extent that you can assure that you are correct when answering the test, or that you remember something that is uncomfortable or catchy.

(I see... I knew it.)

I'm sorry, but I was better at one or two. [M]

"Hey, it wasn't the Virgin, Miriam."

"Oh, God, forgive the foolishness of being called by an abominable vampire. If I had the strength, I would attack this man and kill him on a piece of paper..."

"... do you have to tear it up?

I was the one who accidentally lowered my shoulder to the words, but when I coughed with Cohon Cohon a few times deliberately and cut off the slack air,

"Hey, can you tell me about your past?

- Biku!

Hearing the words, she degenerated the air that surrounded her visibly.

What started to be felt in that body were negative emotions that you couldn't hide even with her.

Despair, disappointment, sadness, anger - and a feeling of nothingness big enough to smear them all.

"Fine, I'm getting a little interested in hearing about my past and seeing if you can treat me exactly the same way you do now."

From that word, the emotion of interest was not felt even dust.

From there, I could only feel the sense of nothingness that even I, just looking from the side, was going to anoint, and I sweated cold inside.

She knew it or not, niggling, miserable, thin, and above all painful grin on its face,

"You, to a friend dearer than yourself, I will kill you. Has it ever been declared so?

He uttered the word in a derisive fashion, its doth dark, and its half-life, a crossroads of gloomy hope and absolute despair.

"Woohoo..."

A dozen minutes later, I was pushing my head against my desk and sinking.

No, I guess it's a pretty shitty past, too, and I imagined it would still be worse than I expected in that first word.

"But that's it. When you hear a vivid, realistic story from your mouth, there's no one who doesn't sink."

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While I was uncomfortable with the silent Virgin, I decided to give it some thought.

What if someone I know was in my position?

─ ─ If it was Kyoka who was here.

"Uh, yeah, I normally knew..."

─ ─ If it was Eloise who was here.

'I don't know, Millie, play the game -!

─ ─ If it was Kuse who was here.

'Wait, don't make me listen to such a snake story!? I'm not smart enough to come up with an answer... Let's just think about it together, shall we?

─ ─ If it was your father who was here.

"Ha-ha-ha! Oh, shit. That! My son almost killed me, too, but we have to do it right!

That's all I thought about, and I realized that Kuse was the only one who actually answered and did it decently.

Sasa but Kuse. "Let's think about it together," is not the line the main character is going to say with a laugh. There seems to be such a crusty novel (Lanobe).

Though I think about it, I also think about it.

It's not Kyoka who's here. Not Eloise, not Kuse, not to mention my father - myself.

So... what exactly is the only word I can send to her? and.

Thinking and roaring like that, Milianne, who had been silent until now, zeroed the potpourri and the word as surprising.

"You…, why are you listening to me like this and making me seem so fine?

When I heard the words, I tilted my neck unexpectedly.

"What...? No, I said 'suck' properly. Wow, you'd probably kill yourself at that point if I were you."

"… Yes, yes. Right."

Yes, as if to say (...) to yourself (...) whining Milianne.

When I saw it (...) I had a few doubts about the words.

I was driven by the desire to think and explore about it, but I'm sure she'll find out soon enough.

That's why I...

"Milianne, don't you just want permission from someone else to die?

Yes, I decided to ask him straight in.

In that word she stopped the movement, and for some reason, I could imagine a crack in that exoskeleton called 'Evil Fallen Virgin' that was covering her.

"First of all, the first 'I don't want to follow the protagonist of urbanism even if he dies' implies a line. There's no way a guy who doesn't want to be raw would think that."

In addition,

"Followed by the words just now. You, 'If it were me, I might be killing myself' line and honest praise from me. You were laughing at me."

Yes, earlier she did have a grin.

It seemed as if he was happy to be admitted, 'I did well, I worked hard,' and

"'Then you can die now,' I just seemed so relieved that I could use someone else's words as a reason to commit suicide"

To the words, she finally moved, as the time had stopped.

She had only a little, just a little light back in her eyes to me, and on her face, she had a childish expression of fear of something, as if she had been accused of something bad.

I'm about to get a little frightened in that face.

But if I don't say it here, if I don't get through it, she will continue to ask others to die for as long as she can.

That's why I'm telling you this without delusion.

"You wanted someone to admit it. your efforts, your friends' mistakes, your own despair, and your own life. So, after all, I couldn't talk to anyone, and now I want to die. And finally, I began to ask others for reasons of death."

I'm sure she'll deny it.

If you were even shattered by the emotion of 'wanting to die' that you've been clinging to, all you have to do is deny the word.

"Brilliant imagination," or "ridiculous," or "I don't know what that means"?

That's why I'm going to tell you this, assuming I even deny it.

"I will never kill you, and I will not let you die. But your efforts, your hopelessness, your life, they admit everything. You worked hard to help your friends. I don't care what anyone thinks, I'll admit it with my chest up."

It's a crusty line to beat Kuse.

Yes, I thought on the inside.

"You idiot, are you the protagonist type of urbanism after all? Well, I'm not interested in you either way, but I'm on par with the trash on the street, by analogy."

Yes, Mirianne replied the following day (...).

After that, Mirianne became completely solidified, waved in front of her and had no reaction, shaking her shoulders gently,

"Ha!? Oh, my God! I almost got fooled!

Or so he jumped out of the room screaming out loud.

And to that oddity, I accidentally leaned my neck, and I said, "Was it too crude? 'I thought so,' but if you look at this face, it will be clear what she has been up to.

A bear that stays firmly under your eyes and around those eyes that are red and swollen.

And do you even call it a different atmosphere, if you say so, a lousy act?

Well, on the rabbit, on the corner,

"What? Could you have been impressed and crying at those words with the stars on my ultra perfect? Or do you want to come back to me?

"Shut up!!

I was beaten.

Well? Sure, I can't deny feeling a little on track, but that's why I won't suddenly hit you.

You didn't take some kind of coercion to kick me once, even if you wanted to offend me.

When I get up rubbing my cheeks, I turn my gaze toward Milianne, who is turning bright red and rough on my breath.

Then, as usual, when she turned to the puffy,

"As it were, well, it was the first word I was told, so it was fresh. As a token of my gratitude, let me call you" Milly, "and let you forgive me only happily."

Conclusion.

Former Virgin Milianne, now Millie, was just a cute tundelle daughter.