As the attendees sit neatly side by side in their seats, the sound of the Sutra raised by their residency is echoing in the living room.
Even though I'm still young, even though I'm right after high school, I feel indescribable when I hear voices and sobbing that spare a few people.
"I'm here..."
I feel like a fool in my mind.
There is no coffin here that should be at a normal funeral.
My flesh should be decaying with a big hole in the earthen belly at the Demon King's Castle of the other world.
And my heart is here as Alice.
'Mr. Ikto... are you okay?
"Hmm. Honestly, I'm having a little fun. It's hard to be pitied, and I feel guilty for cheating on everyone... '
"I know it's more necessary than not being able to live as Mr. Ikto... It's a complicated mood to attend your own funeral..."
"It's extra when you think it's all the result of making fun of yourself."
'Don't be too demeaning like that. I know it's selfish, but there was an accident, so I was able to meet Mr. Ikto. Because Ikto was trapped in water and let go of consciousness, my prayer (metamagic) reached Ikto.'
... Was it?
"Our world has been saved by Mr. Ikto. Remember that...... though I think that was annoying to Mr. Ikto and his family '
'... well. If you think about it, maybe my failure turned out to be O'Rei. "
So, if you met Alicia.
The girl who's been next door for the past year and has been there for me. I've had a lot of hard times in different worlds, but now all I remember is memories with her.
When I returned to Japan, I felt little loneliness or subtlety because she was there for me.
Thinking about it made me feel much easier.
The guilt of annoying me doesn't go away, and I shouldn't... but if I could go back in time, I'd repeat the same choice.
When I thought about the same thing with BGM, the incense furnace turned.
I'll take it and put it in front of me.
The characteristic smell of incense that stands in the room drifts over time.
I remember seeing others do the manipulation.
I set myself right and lowered my prayer head with my hands together.
We've lived together for 16 years, Ikto.
Thanks for everything - and goodbye
When I pinched the miso with the three fingers in front of my right hand, I raised it to face height and prayed, rubbing my fingers and dropping them in the incense furnace.
The incense falls to the incense furnace.
The puffiness and droplets drop. My vision was blurred and gloomy.
There's nothing sad about it. But for some reason, I couldn't stop crying.
When the ceremony was over and the residence returned, the altar was transferred to the living room, and the living room was lined with folded dishes with a long desk.
A dinner party begins to tell and send out memories of the deceased. For country houses, coronation was also a valuable opportunity for relatives who usually lived far away to gather to report on recent developments.
This time, a few young people, "I", have died, which makes the atmosphere overall sober.
When I became a new member of the family, I used to carry beer with Yuna as a entertainment side and talk to relatives, but in anticipation of some calming down, we decided to move to the guest room for a break.
There was one client in the guest room.
It is not surprising in itself that there are people because neighbors come and raise incense, even though there are not many during the funeral.
He was the one we found out about.
A grown-up impressionable girl wearing a Hirayama High School "Our" uniform with wavy hanging hair as a ponytail. Kamijiro emerald Hisui, sister of the Ethereal Twins, became a classmate with me. I lived in a neighborhood shrine, and we were dating family. The four of us brothers and sisters have been friends in school together since we were kids.
She was tearing up in front of an altar decorated with pictures of me.
"... a few... why... hiku, ugu..."
Shizuku flowing in spills on the back of both hands, firmly gripped with a front seat. I lose my word over how she looks like that.
"Emerald Sister" Hisui Ai "......"
It seems Yuna noticed this one by speaking up, and Emerald turns to this one with her face up.
"……… Youna."
Emerald, who found Yuna at the end of her gaze, softened her expression only slightly, but the moment she stopped looking at me next door, her expression was frightened.
"……… Shh."
You must have been surprised to see a stranger come out. Emerald's eyes open and she sees me and hardens. It was a jade that was often seen by adults, but its fruit is quite intense.
"Pleased to meet you, Emerald… I am Alice Ruzuki."
"Emerald sister, this daughter is the daughter of someone my dad took care of in a foreign country, and for a reason, she was going to take it from us as my sister."
"… you……… who………?
......? I wonder if you didn't hear my name.
"Alice Ruzuki, you will be Yuna's sister. Regards, Emerald."
"…… why? No………………."
Emerald stands up holding her mouth down, looking at me with the look of even a ghost. My face is blue and my feet are fluttering.
"- Are you okay, Emerald?
"...........................!!
Emerald shouted a small, screaming voice as she ran past the side as she hit us at the entrance and ran away towards the front door.
"Emerald…… What the hell is wrong……………?
"My sister Emerald was so depressed that her brother was gone... so I guess it was a funeral and her emotions exploded...?
"…… well."
I hope there will be a day when I can tell her the truth too......
Remembering her expression, I chewed up my bitter feelings.