Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

My consciousness leaped into the original world. In the bus. A bus that runs in unevenness on the ground. The hanging leather swayed like this leaf blown in the wind. Same as ever. The previous bloodstained chair has been restored. I don't know what it is. I wondered if it was a dream and saw the soldier's face. I can't read my expression. He's not wearing a helmet, but he looks like a bronze statue with no sign of intent. Standing still like a doll, she even sways through the bus.

"Um..."

Marikana, what is it?

"What happened to the dancing chair earlier?

Ha.

The soldiers react with a nuance that they don't remember. My voice drifted like radio sound in the spacious bus. I sit, I think, and I rebuke the development of things. It doesn't matter what you think. But why?