With my brother and sister. VRMMO games.

"Hey, Wang. Tomorrow's Edie's day, isn't it?

It was the anxious sounding voice of the flowers that caught my hopes of entering the logout phase.

With a jumping momentum, the flower sounds poke up both fists to hear.

"Oh. I logged into the prototype version of" Acrea of Genesis, "so pear time should be back on track"

"Right."

When his hopes sinked in his face like he had chewed down a bitter worm, the flower sounds bowed lonely.

"Ai Li, all of a sudden you're back in reality from within the game"

"You'll be surprised when you wake up"

Hope agrees with the care of the floral sounds without exception.

Because he was also alive as a pear, or as soon as he woke up, he could easily imagine a frightened and hidden pear.

I feel like everything is my emotion and my memory, both of Edie's thoughts and even of her lifetime.

To Hope, I guess Pear is closer to me than anyone else.

"On the side of the pear are the vertebral sounds. So, it's okay."

"Yeah. Thank you, Wang"

To the words of encouragement of hope, the flower sounds have held in momentum with a delightful face.

The reflexively embraced hope inadvertently makes the eyes black and white.

"Flowers?

Like the usual blossoming - but with confusion and a slight relief at the sound of the flowers that seemed to make me cry a little, my hopes asked.

In many ways a confusing ear of hope, the flowering noise whispered softly as he hesitated.

"Wang, Ai Li, don't push me. Because we'll do our best to support Wang-kun and Ai Li. I'll do my best."

The enveloping warm words of flower noise scattered the anxiety that had accumulated in the heart of hope.

"Flower noise, thank you"

"Yeah."

The hope glared somewhere at the appearance of a flowering noise laughing like a flower.

"... eh"

By dawn of the night, Ai Pear woke up in the bed in her room.

Until earlier, I was supposed to be in the game, but at some point, I'm asleep in my room bed.

"Mine, the room?

That voice of pear is weak and too brittle.

It's as if you're afraid of what exists here in itself.

Unconsciously, they come and go between the real world and the virtual world.

In a situation that seemed to have moved momentarily, Ai Pear held her head as if her memory was crowded - that was then.

"Ai Li, are you awake?

"Uh-huh!

To the sound of the abruptly sounding boy's voice and the door opening, Aili screams voiceless.

"Hey, pear, good morning!

"………………"

In his easygoing behavior, Ai Li, dressed in his bedtime clothes, hid in the corner of the room as if frightened.

"That's how you hide. It's always the same."

"Thou. Don't surprise Ai Pear"

When Toru said in a cheerful voice, he later came into the room and frowned uncomfortably.

Seeing what he looked like, Ai Li opened her mouth hesitantly as she slowly walked over.

"... brother. Today, can we go to school together?

"No problem. I have no business until this evening."

She gently strokes her sister's head clouding her expression with a gentle expression as if she were perceiving everything.

In his gentle eyes, Aili smiled softly as her buds broke.

"I'll be fine, too!

"... ugh, yeah"

When Toru pinched his mouth all the way here, Ai Pear snapped with a plundering voice.

"Ai Li. It's a big deal out there, but are you okay?

"... anxiety"

Ai Li turns away from all of her face and puts her hands on her chest in disgrace.

"I'm asking my teachers and classmates to 'protect me' about my pears. You don't have to be scared."

"... yeah"

To the profound words of the Qi, Ai Li replied so that he could bite off.

The residential neighborhoods where the pears live have not changed much in themselves.

It was still busy with a lot of people today, and people came and went intensely.

However, since Meilo's special skills were activated, he was clearly starting to see people acting heterogeneously.

"Dear Miro..."

On her way to school, a girl the same age as Eiri closed her eyes and joined hands.

People around them also begin to pray aloud against Miro.

The view seen through the window of Aili's room was still overflowing today by people who revered Miro.