The nearby Suicide Tower is a red brown brick tower.
Rather, it was such a spire that it would be a plain painting, wondering if installing a big windmill would be the same.
In the entrance and exit area, there were wooden doors that were tightly closed.
"God, huh?"
Next to my sister snapping, I approached the door so I could suck it off.
I'm holding hands, so my sister moves with me.
After all, I know.
I've been here before.
But when?
When did you get here?
No more noise-ridden footage came out.
I pushed that door with what a disgusting sense of moya I can't seem to remember.
Doesn't open.
"Should I pull it off?
I tried to pull it forward, but I couldn't pull it because I didn't have a knob or anything.
To confuse me, I wondered if my sister, who was lying beside me, had raised her right leg, wrapping the magic formation around her and kicking her in the door.
A dull striking sound sounds.
I reinforced it just in case, intact, huh?
Apparently, the magic formation today is the magic formation of physical strengthening.
We all look the same about the magic formation.
But normally, this should destroy it, but the door was intact.
My sister tried to touch the door again.
Like when I looked in the mirror, I touched the pepper and eventually crouched.
And
"Oh, I see, that's the kind of trick"
You noticed something, and when you let go of the hand that was connected to me, you touched the area close to the ground, and you slid your finger into the smudge that seemed to be there.
"Open, sesame seeds!!
Such, I still cheerfully mouthed the line that used to come out of the fairy tales I read on Beautiful Star.
The ragged champ, and the door fitted from the bottom to the top, playing a similar sound to the shutter.
"This is classic again"
I shrugged and squeaked.
Once inside, a spiral staircase was finally installed against the wall.
If I looked up, I could see a simple door to see if there was a room in the main area.
"Well, I'd like to explore, but let's just go home."
My sister said while looking at me.
But that gaze seemed to be pouring down my face a little bit, yes, just down my throat.
No, my neck is tickling from earlier.
Polypoli, and I cut with a fence and gently scratched the perimeter where the band-aid was applied.
Then I scratched a little too hard or something red on my fingertips.
It was blood.
Is that it?
Funny, why are you bleeding so much?
Weird discomfort makes my vision feel rough.
My head hurts.
Unexpectedly, I suppressed my forehead.
"Hurry up."
That's what my sister said.
My head grabs at the uncomfortable and unpleasant feeling of crawling up.
Behind my brain, that footage came up.
But not long after I concentrated my nerves on it, my sister put me on her shoulder.
"Hold on tight!
I threw up such an overly manly line and jumped momentum once I thought I'd broken my knee.
From above my sister's shoulder, I saw the floor keep moving away.
It's like you're flying in the sky, like that, in a different way than when you rode Gonske.
That way, we quickly reach a place that looks like the top floor.
There, too, were doors, just like the other floors.
My sister dropped me off and I looked at the door.
My vision shook.
As if, my vision darkened, as if it were a blackout of being anaemic.
And I heard voices.
- I'm sorry.
Such a voice, like putting up with crying, getting her throat tightened and still spitting out.
It's a man's voice.
I know him well, he's a man's voice.
But who would it be?
I don't know.
I don't know, but I do.
I know this voice very well.
- One day, you can hate me.
You can resent me.
- Still, I want you to live...
- So, please. Just do it.
It was, the word, directed at someone.
I don't know who it was directed at.
But I was sure it wasn't me.
Another voice responds to that.
- Magic is a dream. That's why it becomes a miracle.
Your wishes are so cruel and arrogant.
Still want to make it happen?
To that other voice, the first man answered.
―― × × × × × × × ――
But I couldn't hear what you said.
The noise was mixed up and I couldn't hear it.
"Hey, you okay?
When I realized, I was nodding in front of the door.
I haven't seen the grotesque here, but I think I'm gonna throw up.
My sister was stroking my back like that.
"Sister, here, it's disgusting"
…………
"Spit it out."
"Okay."
My sister answers lightly.
I saw my sister.
My sister gently waves her fingers and unfolds her magic.
I float a question mark.
Then, suddenly, he was attacked by drowsiness.
My sister's face, which looked like she was on the verge of falling completely unconscious, was as serious as I had ever seen before.