Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

When I realized it, I stood in the dark.

Just pure black spreads out in front. I can't see a thing when I close my eyes. The distance was uncertain, so I tried reaching forward. I didn't feel anything touching my fingertips, and found nothing less than a meter away.

It is the same even if you look around in slow motion. Only the darkness was spreading.

I wonder why I am here in the first place.

I don't know how I got here.

I dug up my memories by working my head like it was glowing.

What was I doing?

Sure, it looks like he was asleep in bed...

When I make memories, I think of a man and a woman walking by in the courtyard.

That's right. I must have broken up.

Even if I remember it, I still don't feel it. Like the view on the other side of the Sacred Screen, the contoured slogan was even about other personnel.

Even if my own emotions do not catch up, my body complains of malaise and feels like I was asleep in bed.

It seemed like there was a lot of noise on the way out, but it was also a hundred million times to check, and I kept sleeping with the futon on my head.

From there, my memory is completely broken.

I wonder if he wandered asleep. I don't remember anyone pointing to signs of sleepwalking. I don't think I've ever been in a place I didn't know when I woke up in the morning.

Or is there a case of sudden onset?

I was thinking about it with a stick, but I can't keep doing this.

I don't think there's any boulders outside the castle, so let's get back to the room first.

So I dropped my gaze on my feet.

There's something at my feet.

Black shadowy lumps. I try to see what's there, but it's dark and I can't see. The size and thickness are quite good.

Just as big as I squatted.

When I was distracted by it at my feet, there was a chirping sound somewhere.

The slightly open door is swaying loosely and unsteadily. A thin light was inserted from the open gap. The room is lit up lightly.

In the dimmed darkness, the indoor appearance was glimpsed. Looking around the decorative room, he dropped his gaze on his feet.

When I tried to find out who the unknown chunk was, I breathed for a moment. She opened her eyes wide, holding her breath.

"... heh...!?"

A dry scream leaks.

Hair spreading on the floor, small blue face. A slender neck, luxurious shoulders, and a small hand thrown without force. The identity of the lump was a person.

The person's stomach is dyed bright red even though it doesn't move. At first glance, it was so much bleeding that I could understand that it was fatal.

People. People are dead...?

The shock was too great and my feet swayed.

You're about to scream with fear and impatience, trying to seal your mouth with both hands.

At that stage, I realized that I was holding something with my right hand.

I don't remember having anything. Besides, it was strange that I hadn't noticed before, so I brought what I was holding in front of me.

Something short bar-shaped seems to be wet, with potatoes and shizukushi falling on the floor. In the dark, a part of the sole painted with a black liquid burst into flashes of light.

"... what is this...?

A sharp blade and a black liquid surrounding it.... no, it's not black. Red. Red and black liquid falls from the blade of the knife to my hand.

"Yikes....!

The thrown knife fell to the floor and a ripple spread over the blood pile.

Your heart is about to break and your heart is beating.

Short, repeated breaths can make it very difficult to breathe. My head hurt like a crack.

I... did I do it?

Did I kill him? No, you're not!

Holding his confused head, he slowly retreats.

Because if you don't remember doing that, there's no reason to do it.

Something went wrong. I didn't do it. I don't think so.

Repeat in your head and take another step.

Even if you want to get away from your eyes, your gaze will turn towards the body that rolls to the floor as if it were sewn.

Thin, tiny body. A girl as old as me.

Legs thrown out of a dark blue pleated skirt are also thin enough to break easily.

... wait... no, it's not.

I recognize the clothes. Instead, I've never seen anyone else dress up besides her. It is unusual in this world, even though it was often seen in Japan in the previous life.

No, no, no, no. That's not true.

Slowly approach your distant body while repeating your prayers.

Hyuhuu, your throat sounds deafening. I can't breathe well.

The hair on your pale face is retreated with trembling hands.

There is no cheerfulness in the large open eyes, as if it were a wooden illusion. The thinly opened lips were blue and the cheeks were pure white. She looked just like a healthy, beautiful girl, but she wasn't mistaken.

Princess Miko from another world.

It was Hanamichi who rolled around as an unspoken corpse.

"... no."

Instead of screaming, the only thing that spilled out was a small whining that could be scratched off by a trivial noise.

Previously, fear was far away, and an unrealistic sense of despair approached.

... did I kill Hanayeon-chan?

Why? I wouldn't do that. There is no reason to do such a thing.

Are you sure about that?

Someone asks after desperately denying it.

Is there really no reason? I wonder if I really don't have a clue.

Are you sure I didn't hate her?

"Who's there!?"

The door opens and someone comes in.

A familiar voice is the last thing I want to hear right now.

He leans on his knees beside Hanayoun and picks up his gorgeous body.

He hugged her body and looked at me.

Your dark eyes are dying in despair.

"Princess... you...?

If not, I want to scream, but I can't speak.

It's not the same. Omae killed him. "

Someone's voice echoes in your head.

No, no, no...!

I don't do that. Flower noise is important to me...

Are you saying you're a friend? You think you're still a friend after you've been robbed of a lovely man you've been thinking about for years?

... ah, that's... still...

It must be something important to someone. I don't want to hurt you!

Be honest. You don't want to give up, do you? No matter how beautiful you cover it up, your whirlpool desire won't disappear. "

That's what I mean...

Take away your desire. Kill them all. Don't look at me like that. "

Stop...!!

"......!

The moment I screamed, I woke up.

In a dark room, only the sound of your rough breathing resonates.

I can't move my body because of fear. Even checking the surroundings was terrible.

Wake up slowly with your trembling hands on the bedside. My whole body is sweaty and my nightwear is sticky and uncomfortable.

Is it still before dawn? The area is dim.

But my eyes got used to the darkness, and I was able to easily check the state of the room.

This is my familiar room. There was no one in the room and no body rolled around at my feet.

... dreams.

As I understood it, I relaxed from my whole body.

When I hugged myself with both hands, my body trembled little by little.

"I'm fine... that was a bad dream."

The voice that keeps repeating to yourself is also scattered and trembling.

I don't want to kill Hanayoun.

I don't hate you, I don't hate you.

"You don't want to give up, do you?

"....."

I think of what I just said in my head.

It was a pleasure to be seen from the bottom of my heart.

Even if my head understands that I have broken up, it is unacceptable because I still like Mr. Leonhart. I haven't lost sight of how much I like him.

I wasn't supposed to give up.

Well, maybe.

I wonder if other words are what I mean.

I don't care what Mr. Leonhart feels, do I want to take it away from you?

Even if I hurt Mr. Leonhalt. Can I... kill Hanayeon-chan?

Too vivid and miserable a scene came to mind to call it just a dream. The luxurious body lying in the blood reservoir and vague eyes flash back.

Zokri and my spine are falling cold.

My body trembled.

Shake your head in a hurry to shake off your fear.

No matter how ugly an emotion is in me, the worst can be avoided if you hold it firmly with reason. Don't be weak. I'm the only one who can decide what to do.

As soon as I told myself that, the voice of my dream came back to life in my head.

Take away your desires.

"Speaking of which... what was that voice?

I felt uncomfortable with the voice of my heart.

I'm not familiar with it. Rather than gender, age is uncertain.

It's rough and unclear, like noise in your ears. Disharmony like a lot of voices overlapping.

"... no way"

A symbol of doom. A word that stands for the existence of what is called the disaster of the world comes to mind.

If Sole were inside me...

As far as I could think, it was the worst imagination.

"Oh no...."

The black cat stared at me in the dark, staring at me in a daze.

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