Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

When the knight rose, Isaac shifted his gaze to me.

I sit on my knees at Isaac's side, fluttering close to be drawn to that gaze.

"Why are you dying..."

To the crushed voice, the answer returned.

"That's what I was deciding. I failed... I was just about to go for the steeple."

Isaac glanced at Mr. Girsch, who was a few steps away and looked remorseful.

If you're still energetic to talk, fine.

"Handle"

If you want to reach out and use magic without question,

"Say no."

Isaac wouldn't let me grab my hand and touch the wound. He's stronger than I thought, and he's no match at all for pushing.

"The fact that your knight is pimping, you, you did something, didn't you? I'm sorry. What the hell? I'm sorry."

Besides, Isaac says.

"Isn't it just right for you to figure out what reality is all about?

"He said it was boring...?

"The only thing I can't save the way I want... there's a distance from me, it was just him.... so it was easier to block your ears... and avoid people dying."

"What are you talking about? Anyway, get these hands off me!

Isaac's voice is interrupted and weakened. If I don't heal my wounds soon, I won't be able to help.

Someone, I thought, but neither the knights of Salehard nor Mr. Girsch and the others around me can move. Maybe everyone thinks it's better for him not to stop because Isaac tried to die himself.

In my hurried eyes, tears accumulated in fear and drowned my sight.

Yet Isaac blurred and still made fun of me.

"Even the enemy over all that harassment, you cry for me? Don't do it. You'll be stopped and stabbed with jealousy by that prince before you breathe out."

I rubbed my tears against my arms and wiped them back and said:

"I'll feed you."

"Well, that's why."

Smile small and Isaac will hold his breath for a long time.

"And I don't really know the enemy or the allies. Fight me because I don't want someone I know to die, kill me..."

Without memories of previous life, Reggie would have died.

But with this, to be angry at the people who were supposed to have been killed, I feel like something happened in the world that separated the vitreous.

I wonder if it's because of my weak obsession with this side of the thing. It's so spicy in the game that I still think that when I wake up, I'll wake up in a Japanese, nostalgic house.

"I don't like people I know dying because you already know it's real."

"Isaac......"

"If you want to feel more real than this, ask your prince. You're gonna tell me how much you hate me."

Even in such a dying situation, Isaac laughed and showed.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because I liked you."

The sighing whisper managed to be heard.

A simple, understandable, mind-piercing reply. I'm bitter and bitter and I just have to say "stupid" with my trembling lips.

Isaac seemed to want to return the answer, but his lips were just moving slightly. My eyes are beginning to wane.

But I can't help it. I held my breath for a long time and spit blood on my side.

"Come on, hands!

Screaming, Isaac is dying, but the power of his hands won't only weaken. Someone, I thought, looked back. That's Reggie there.

"Reggie, please"

Looking back and wishing, Reggie looks troubled.

"Hopefully, I'll respect his will. Can you push it through against his will? If you're ready for that, I'll work with you. Chiara, you're the only one who can bend it."

Helping Isaac is an act of forcing me to do what I want. If you still want to help, Reggie says she can help.

I bit my lips off once and asked Reggie.

"Reggie, cut the back of my hand"

Reggie nodded and did what I said.

When hurt by a knife, he puts his face in a sore, burning pain.

Isaac, who could no longer speak, looked up, like what he was doing.

They hate me. Even though I know it, I ignore it and drain the blood that runs down on Isaac.

"Reggie, will you keep me invisible from around?

Ignore the dying Isaac will. But I want to do more than do anything I can. I asked for it.

Reggie gets up. That's how I tried to heal his wound through Isaac's hand, still holding my wrist, listening to the footsteps people began to move.

Every time you return an unconnected stream of magic, Isaac feels pain and distracts his face. He was supposed to be in terrible pain, but still Isaac made fun of me without even passing out.

"You... let me go to the afterlife soon..."

With a squeezing voice, it pisses me off.

Still, I guess I got better injuries than I just did. Looks like I can speak up again.

But I'm not leaving anymore.

"Absolutely not"

"This selfish daughter. Remember that later."

They might have hated me. The feeling that maybe people who don't want to live should not be forced to recover is still at the bottom of their minds.

So I want to cry because it's hard, but I'm the one passing through selfishness, so I enjoyed it a lot.

"I haven't complained enough yet.... and I'll use it to the extent that it was better to die, so be prepared."

I say it back with strength so that I can be determined.

I want you to live without being appreciated. But it's hard to be hated. That's why it becomes more realistic.

I feel like I'm trying to force someone to twist their life in a direction I don't want. That's why I feel it.

I made my own decision. That I moved forward even if others didn't like me myself.

Eventually Isaac also lost consciousness, unbearably.

A few seconds after that, I was finally able to block the wound from dying.

Freed from the hands of Isaac, who lost his power, I lay my hands on his neck muscles.

... I don't know the pulse. My heart goes too far sometimes, to my ears. Looks like I got a heart to my fingertips.

"Reggie, please confirm..."

When I asked him to do so in his breathlessness, Cain, who had come to the side at some point, confirmed Isaac's pulse and breathing.

"... it's okay, he's alive"

Relieved.

What really strikes me more and more is sloppiness, chills, drowsiness, and a desire to cry out.

When I become aware of it, I immediately feel like my consciousness is going to break.

"Bring this man to the Falzian faction once and for all. And collect the master."

I barely asked Mr. Cain.

"Chiara, are you ready?

Speak up gently, I can't resist the arms that held me from behind.

"Reggie......"

At the end of the day I thought I held that hand's finger, unconscious as falling into deep darkness.