I came back to the dorm and was lying in my own bed.

In that state, I felt the time flickering by.

When I realize it, the sun is setting - it's that time, and finally one person's time is over.

"I'm home."

The rig opens the door properly and enters the room.

This is about the amount of time I get after class and do the indispensable voluntary exercises I do every day after that.

"After that, it looks like you didn't come back to class, but what happened?

As I say, the rig drops in on me.

But I didn't respond to anything.

"... Farri?

The rig shouts a surprise.

Still, I don't reply.

Keep your face buried in the pillow, and you won't even look.

Doing so, something inadvertently soft and warm touched my head.

From a stroking motion when you do, this is probably Rig's hand.

"Fari. Could you turn around, please?

A gentle, enveloping voice says the rig.

I unwrap my mind that was solidified...... wake up my body and turn back to the rig.

"... what happened to that face"

Rig says as soon as possible, with a serious look on his face.

Probably because you saw my face.

I should... look very bad right now.

Cry away, bright red eyes.

A sad, regrettable, pitiful and unfettered look.

Tears make a mess of cheeks.

I'm sure it's not something you could see.

"Fari. Come here"

That said, the rig gently holds my shoulder.

Keep it up, my face will be buried in the chest of the rig.

"- All right, all right. You'll be fine now."

As I said, Rig stroked my head.

Thanks to that, the black emotions that were nesting in your heart collapse further and disappear.

Nature and - I get zero tears that mean something different than before.

I wept plenty as the rig hugged me.

I don't even know how much time has passed...... anyway I cried for a while and then finally I opened my mouth.

What happened?

To your sister, what have you done?

And... to the point that I didn't refuse.

I didn't wrap it up, I told you everything.

Even as I was talking, Rig kept me in his arms, pounding my back, and beating me up to comfort me.

Thanks to that, the guilt was considerably soothed.

After finishing telling everything and comforting me for a while more, the rig finally opens its mouth.

"... I understand the situation."

And let me get this straight.

"Well, let's go kill Mr. Quella"

"Holy shit, holy shit!?

To my sudden and radical remarks, I could only be surprised.