Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

Flam was told he could be free, and he was in trouble.

Of course, there were doors within the institute that were inaccessible, but no other action was really restricted.

What do you suddenly tell me to like in such an enemy land?

I first asked Dafiz where Eterna was on schedule and decided to send the ink that far.

The exterior is the church, but a step back from the chapel, a laboratory made of unfamiliar metallic material walls.

Its view, with no woody feel, is very similar to that of the cave underground laboratory near Enicide.

Does the flam walking towards the exit always make me feel unspeakable because I have a vivid memory of being attacked by an alien orga?

Or - more, for another reason?

I greeted lightly with a passing female researcher, so loving that I didn't think he was a person in a hostile organization.

Would a child about ten years old standing next to her be her son?

He looked at Fram's face silently, but his mother urged him to bow his head.

Another female researcher stood as she broke up with them and proceeded, turning right at the corner.

She stares at Flam's face in silence.

... ignored.

The three go through the door that was ahead, and further out of the deserted chapel, out.

Spread out there is Main Street lined with brand new wooden houses and beautifully paved.

To that extent the flam is visible in homes, shops and children's play squares, but I guess other facilities are also out of sight.

The effect of having a large number of young people among the inhabitants or for a village of five hundred people was felt to be lively.

But it's ironic, because half the villages of the dead are busier than the villages where all the living live.

As it stands, many of the humans who have been resurrected are "Origins" who lost their lives when they were attacked by monsters or victimized by crime.

It seems that the researchers are mostly associated with it.

In short, as a price to revive - of course they're paying nothing - they're working here.

Dafiz, because of that, the researchers are very motivated.

Sure, they must be filled with someone they're never supposed to see again and see the rest of the story that's supposed to be over.

It should motivate you too.

But...

"... I don't really like it here"

Flam still feels uncomfortable.

"The air's clear, and security doesn't seem bad, does it?

"That's not what it is, is it?"

"I feel like I know a little bit about what your husband is feeling"

"I'm refreshed. Is it any different from the other villages?

"Gaze, right"

To Milkit's words, Flam hammered.

Yes, gaze.

People are seriously staring at Flam for some reason.

Even in the Wang capital, human beings often come to see the signs of slavery.

So I was going to get used to someone else's malicious gaze.

But - this tenacious disgust that I feel on my skin is something else.

"Everyone looks at your husband and feels like there's no emotion there... I don't like it"

"A lot of people like Flam's face, or something like that?

"Then I guess I know because I see the bottom line and all that."

It is not.

Milkit's right, his gaze is terribly inorganic.

Some of them are having a flat conversation with their partners looking at this one.

Of course, the man walking next door speaks out, "Where are you looking?"

Then the woman laughed, "Oh, I'm sorry," and at the end she glanced at Flam, turning to him.

"We're all Originals, and all the people who stuck their necks deep enough to know Core existed. Maybe you know me too."

I can destroy the core, as a dangerous person.

So get your attention.

Now, I've decided to think so.

◇ ◇ ◇

Eterna says she's in a wooden house, about three minutes walk from the lab.

Magic-sensitive calling bell, mounted next to the front door.

Cheol, which at first glance appears to be an underdeveloped village in the countryside, but if you observe it carefully, it uses techniques that have progressed everywhere.

It's a disguise, not a complete reproduction of the village.

If they don't notice it's a church facility from the outside, that's enough.

Flam puts his hand on the orb and flows a trace amount of magic.

Then the chimes rang in the house and the footsteps approached this way.

The door opened and it was - Eterna with a gentler look than usual.

"Flam...... to, mill kit and even ink"

When I look at the flams, I see a shadow on my expression.

"Yay, I'm here to see you"

When the ink cheerfully says so, Eterna's eyelids tremble piquely.

"I came here about an hour ago, I've already met Mr. Gadio, and I've talked to Mr. Dafiz through it."

"Yes. Do you want to come inside?

Thinking about it for a second, Fram turned it down.

A man asks how this one is doing behind Eterna's back - because he was staring at Flam's face.

If your presence disrupts the regiment, I don't want to disturb you.

At least not yet.

"Ink said he wanted to see Mr. Eterna and didn't ask, that's why I brought him here."

"I said that..."

"It was on my face. That's why I'm asking you. After all, I think it would be safer to stay on Mr. Eterna's side than us amateurs, because ink is safe."

"I'm not convinced of anything!?

Not to mention the ink to protest.

Push her half hard on Eterna for a slightly bewildered look.

Then a body slightly smaller than Eterna fit softly in both arms.

"Well, we have business elsewhere."

"... okay"

Milkit also bows his head to Eterna.

And Fram left the place early enough.

"Did you have an errand?

"Nothing."

"Then why..."

"I felt like I'd be screwing around a lot, so I thought I'd leave Mr. Eterna to the ink"

Still, leaving that house doesn't make my gaze disappear from all around me.

No, I know you're thinking too much.

Once I'm conscious, I feel as if everyone is looking at me.

And when I look at the face of someone passing by, when I happen to have eyes on them - they worry about me extra.

Flam that walks faster naturally.

I hit her foot like that, Pong, and the ball that rolled from somewhere.

Apparently, the kid was playing.

A motherly woman looked sorry and bowed her head.

When Flam picks it up, he crouches down, tells the approaching five-year-old boy, "Yes, please," in a gentle voice, and hands it to him.

"Thank you, honey!

The child thanked him as he looked firmly into Flam's eyes.

Her cheeks loosened and nature and hands stretched out to his head.

stroking his soft hair, the boy's mouth became half open,

"... ah"

The expression disappears from his face.

And then I stared at Flam's face.

A brown iris shows her face pulling her cheeks together.

If you were a normal person, part of you would tremble trying to keep up the same posture, but the kid was different.

Literally, I don't want it to be slight.

Disgust, as if detached from everyday life in an instant and thrust into an extraordinary swamp.

I have goosebumps on my arm.

Releasing his hands in a hurry - he got the same smile back again as earlier.

And like nothing happened, he rushes back to the woman and jumps into her chest.

Perhaps she is a living, twisted with my son, and made a meeting with Flam.

When the flam also lowers his head gently, he leaves the spot, pulling the sleaze and the hand of the mill kit.

Parents and children were waving until they could no longer see the figure, but the boy's eyes, once seen at the moment of turning around, were pointing their inhumane gaze towards the flam, just as they did when they stroked their heads.

◇ ◇ ◇

The more Eterna introduced the ink to her parents, the more she took her, out of the house.

And sit on a park bench built nearby, rarely putting ink on your lap.

"What, this state"

Although how much ink is smaller, Eterna is also quite small.

She was a little grumpy that she didn't have the muscle to be treated like a child so far.

But it seems to be relied on, and it's also true that I'm a little happy.

It was quite a shock to Ink, to be honest, that Eterna left in silence to herself.

We spent just over a week together, almost always.

Naturally, love springs.

But maybe I was the only one who thought so - such anxiety was a concern.

"Ink, I want to hear your voice"

Eterna whispers so in the ear of the ink.

To much itching, the ink turned bright red on his face.

"Wait, don't you need to talk in your ear like that?

"Okay, let me hear it."

She doesn't have ears to listen to.

The ink I gave up, but I didn't know what to talk about when they said "let me hear your voice”.

In the first place, I don't even know why Eterna mentioned that.

The only thing that's clear is that her voice is shaking.

Anxiety, fear, or stray - I couldn't tell that much by how much eary ink I had, but for one thing, I start talking about no other love as required.

"Uh... actually, me, you like this kind of skinship"

"I know. He looked happy when he stroked his head when he was asleep."

"... oh, yeah"

"Yes."

They ask me about facts I don't even know who I am and they screw my nose out.

Ink silent from shame.

"... Gu, no"

My face is hot.

It is bright red to my ears...... I can see that for myself.

On the contrary, it's boiled to the contents of my head and it doesn't come to mind at all what to talk about.

"Hey, Ink, let me hear your voice..."

"No, it was Eterna who shut you up!?

"... right?

"That's right, oh! You can't just say that in your ear all of a sudden!

The utterly unconscious Eterna is pompous even if the ink is all over her.

A girl over fifty, flaunting a ten-year-old girl.

It was a terrible picture.

"... sorry, ink"

"It's rare to apologize honestly. When you reflect, don't say anything weird anymore."

"No, that's not what I apologized for."

"Isn't that what this is about!?

"Yeah, I went out on my own and made him feel lonely. I really... think I did something selfish. So sorry."

That's what I wanted you to apologize for.

But timing is ruinous.

Ink sighed, "Huh," he said, looking grumpy.

"Fine, you mean my parents. Because I think I would have done that if I had been in the same position."

"Mmm..."

Eterna turned her arms around the body of the ink, hugged her and buried her face around her neck.

"Hey, what!?

Ink suddenly turns his voice upside down at the tickle that ran to the back of his head.

"I was... my voice was something like this. If there's no one around, you're gonna lose it, you're gonna drown."

"Eterna......?

Ink is bewildered by Eterna, who suddenly becomes a serious tone.

"Thank you so much, Ink. You came all the way out here for me."

"Tell Fram I'm just following you."

"Of course I'm going to say that. But now, I felt like telling ink. He made me hear a decent voice, in the ink."

"... hmm? I don't know, did it help? I mean, stop it because it tickles!

Eterna's breath nodded, and each time the ink was stuffy.

But I protested, and there's no way her mypace will change.

"Oh no, I won't stop"

"You're a good old adult, so you don't listen to children!?

"It smells sweet and nice with ink"

"Hiya, Eterna looks like a pervert. Ooh!

It was ink trying to get out of my arms, but Eterna's power is stronger than I thought.

I'm disappointed to be grabbed and don't feel like I can get away with it.

Eterna smiles like a prankster too when she sees some fun rambling ink.

And she reconfirms.

that what is really necessary for me.

◇ ◇ ◇

Flam thought I'd go see Gadio as well, but declined to see him collude with Tia from afar.

Because I never saw him treating others with such a pleasant look on his face.

- No abnormalities, resuscitation is perfect, so this is the right study.

Dafiz's reasoning was so devoid of holes that Fram, hostile to the Church, was likely to be convinced.

Fram, who is out of hand and back to church for now, sits alongside Milkit in the chapel.

Haribote to hide the institute, but it also had a proper function there as an Original church.

Looking up, it is decorated with an Origin statue.

I looked like a good man even though I was, and I was sexually angry.

No - or is the truth that Origin is also good?

It all just depends on the person who uses that power.

"I wonder who the hell would be happy if I broke this situation"

Flam snaps as he looks up at the statue.

There was discomfort in this village.

But that doesn't make it a good reason to destroy the happiness they get.

"I'm not sure because I've never had the experience of losing someone I care about. But… I'm sure if your husband is gone and you speak up, you won't be able to resist the temptation"

"Neither do I. So I can understand, if the power that makes it possible isn't even the Original Core."

No matter how much it was used for good intentions, it is just ferocious enough to ruin it.

Fram is so sure.

But the people who live in Sheol, including Dafiz, don't think so.

From the bottom of my mind - no, fulfill it. Is that really true?

For example, there is one inexplicable point.

"If Mr. Dafiz is really proud that his research is perfect from the bottom of his heart, why didn't you call me here?"

"Isn't it because no one has lost it?

Milkit is right.

But as a result, that led to the unexpected event of Flam's visit.

"But then you don't have to leave in silence, do you? I should have told you where you were going with one word and what you were headed for. All the more so if you're confident you're doing the right thing. 'Cause you know I'm hostile to the church, right? So, if I imitate Mr. Eterna and Mr. Gadio, I'm sure you know as much as I try to find them."

"Does it really mean you didn't want to call your husband"

"Probably. Mr. Dafiz... I wonder if there was anxiety somewhere in his mind."

The gaze directed at the flam.

Maybe Dafiz doesn't know about the anomaly yet.

But he's been doing research on the dead, and he should have noticed, and it's possible he thought it might happen.

That's why he didn't call Flam.

If that's due to a "human reaction," that's fine.

But assuming that's the effect of what's on the outside of a person's will - Dafiz's belief in a complete resurrection will still not come true.

"He called the Original Core“ a force of sorts. "I know what the core looks like."

"But those who came back to life were in almost the same condition as normal humans. Maybe it's really completely under control"

"Based on the information left in the flesh, maybe Origin is just reproducing it?

"Doesn't that mean he's alive?"

"What do you think? If here and now, my contents turn into something else that completely reproduces Fram Apricot, not me - do you think that's me?

He said it, and Fram himself couldn't understand it.

Of course such a vague and conceptual story can't possibly lead to Milkit.

"... well, I don't know"

Think about it, she said so blushing.

Continue the words further.

"But I kind of don't like it"

I can't explain it. Disgusting.

Flam agrees with it and nods.

"Yes,“ I don't like it. "I think that's the kind of discomfort I'm feeling. Well, that's not why such a vague feeling can destroy the happiness of those in this village."

"But I don't think it's a good thing to turn away either. 'Cause if something like your husband stood next to me, it would be a bailout for me, and your disappeared husband would... stay gone, wouldn't it?"

Milkit is right, no matter how much he came back to life, if that's an exquisite, more authentic “replica” than the real one - it can't be called a real resuscitation.

Only the living can be saved, the self gratification of the human left behind.

The dead, in the afterlife after a moment - well, not to mention the existence of such a thing - may be mourning to see their thinkers tied to something like themselves (...).

"That's an indeterminate story, too, isn't it? I don't know if the post-mortem world exists, and I think it's living people who deserve priority reward."

"Even though it's not real, can you say it paid off? It's hard."

"Because it's not like a little girl like us has a clear answer to the question about people's lives and deaths. In the end, I think that's what I think and what I want to do."

"By the way, what does your husband want to do now?

"Hmm..."

Clearly, the policy is not solidified.

This is also just another blurry guideline, so it's an irresponsible word.

But if it's a mill kit, even with that in mind, I think it's okay to disclose it.

"To my mind, Origin wants to expand his forces, I guess. As the ink did, so did this Necromancy study, which is part of" proliferation. "

"Are you talking about organisms, like instincts?

"Come on, I don't know if that's instinct or Origin's“ will ”. Well, either way, I guess we should call it“ desire ”collectively. Look, don't you feel like you want more of that nect“ connection ”capability, too?

I guess it's more right to say assimilation than more.

It takes in others and enlarges itself.

Most importantly, Nect doesn't seem to be using his abilities that way, but he should be able to if he wants to.

"That's a sensory story...... somehow, I think I get it. But isn't the rest of“ spinning ”or“ twisting ”irrelevant?

"Mr. Eterna told me that magic sensitive switches must be spherical, right? A circular path to amplify trace amounts of magic - sure, he said circuits and circuits, but he said the shape was convenient anyway. Aside from whether or not Origin uses magic, I don't think it has anything to do with the rough shape or the turning"

Milkit is listening to Flam with a serious eye.

But you didn't understand more than half of it, obviously more blinking times.

"I mean, does spinning have something to do with increasing?"

"Simply put. So," proliferation "- that's what the origins are for. Assuming that, it also explains that people come back to life in the Original Core"

"What do you mean?

"If people come back to life technology is put into practice, we're all set to use it, right? The more it spreads, the more people who have lived in the Original Core without labor. So for that reason, they have so far recreated their lifelong personality in a generous way," pseudomorphic to humans "-"

And fangs where there's enough.

Humanity will perish, and the world will belong to Origin.

"And well, the preposition is around here, to conclude... I personally want to stop this research. So far, yeah. I knew I couldn't trust Origin. Hypothesis, because I think the purpose of Origin and the purpose of Necromancy coincide with the interest."

But as it stands, if we try to stop it, if we do it badly, we'll turn it to our enemies, even Gadio and Eterna.

We have to look for “reason," as convincing as they can be.

Because it's not a lesser story than the anxiety and disgust that Flam feels that he can take action on.

"But it's a troubling story. If he looked like a monster and attacked me with a gao, I could fight and solve it. However, if that happens, people who dream happily in this village will be drawn back to reality."

"I don't think it's all bad. Wouldn't it also lead them to the right path?"

"Why?"

"If you expose your nature like a monster, that's a failure if you look at it from the origins you want to increase."

"Yeah, I think so."

Flam snorts.

Until this technology is disseminated to the general public, Origin should want to continue the simulation if possible.

It's too early now, as it's time to reveal who you are.

"I want to pretend to be perfectly revived, but I couldn't. And that's because, for some reason, Origin couldn't bring the dead back to life, and he could only“ model ”the state of his life."

If you can really bring the dead back to life, you don't need a fiction or anything in the first place.

Just let it come back to life, because when the time comes, all you have to do is take over the flesh.

But Origin had the convenience of not being able to do that.

"People may not be able to resurrect just because they have regenerated the flesh of the dead. Something other than the flesh (...) disappeared somewhere that was already beyond the reach of even the origins at the time of attempting resuscitation"

"I see, something that disappeared... something like a so-called“ soul, "Milkit wants to say. And the presence of a soul means that the world of the dead is also likely to exist. If the dead are observing the living from there - seeing you love Haribote just like you, you may be sad, that's why breaking it led you to the right path."

Milkit nodded deeply in Flam's supplementary explanation.

"Wow, Milkit, I never thought of that at all."

It's an interesting guess, and most importantly, Flam was glad to feel that she grew up stating a series of reasoning that seemed difficult for her.

I've borrowed books from Eterna lately and read about it, have I been influenced around it?

It is that it was worthwhile teaching reading and writing.

"No, that's not true. It's just an imagination."

"But even if things got to be like fighting the dead, I think I'd feel a little easier remembering what we're talking about. I'm doing the right thing because I can defend myself. Well, it's best not to."

"... Yes, I hope it ends in peace"

Milkit's words at the end, the conversation breaks.

Flam knows that reality isn't so sweet.

So you stick around, you have a bad imagination, and you shut up.

Something where no one ends up in peace without bleeding.

Resurrection is perfect, and Origin's will is completely sealed, so that we can all live happily ever after.

Yeah, but - no matter how much I look for it, I can't find it.

All that comes up is a red painted view.

She exhales forcefully, "Phew," to shake off the image sticking to her brain, gaining momentum and standing up.

"Well. We should have talked quite a bit... it's still bright out there."

"There's still going to be time for dinner."

"What are we gonna do until then? Want to take another walk outside?

"I think you can rest in your room. Because I think your husband's fatigue just builds up even if he walks even though he doesn't have any business."

Sure, yeah, and when I get a good look at it, I get tired just walking.

Even now I just remember, my body is so heavy on melancholy.

"Well, why don't you take your time in the room until dinner time"

Flam and Milkit get up from the bench and head back to the room they were given.

This is enemy land, where you are, and where you touch the eyes of others, your heart is restless.

So the only place Flam could rest was in a room where Milkit and I would spend time alone.

We don't know what's going to happen here.

In case of that, rest when you can rest and keep your strength warm.

◇ ◇ ◇

The dinner party at night was abruptly cancelled.

It was planned that a banquet would be held using the Institute's conference room, including Gadio and Eterna.

Apparently, that's why Dafiz got into the rush.

That's why the meal was brought to the room and was to be eaten on the spot.

A number of dishes made with vegetables that were taken in the surrounding villages taste quite good.

The poison was also alert and the flam ate it first, but there seemed to be no such concern.

At the end of the meal, the more I lose, the more I am guided to the bath.

It was a spacious bath, but here we are again alone.

As if they are concerned, they do not encounter anyone, either going or going home, or, of course, in the bath.

Nothing woke up enough to clap it out as it was, stayed up late at night, and Flam and Milkit went to bed in the same bed.

Then a while later, it was late at night.

Fram woke up in the dark room and woke up his upper body.

My mouth is dry, I want to moisturize it with something.

As she crawls out of bed, she removes the glass from the shelf of the room and pours water from the water pitcher on the table.

And I drank the contents all at once.

The ice in the pitcher was broken, not too cold, but enough to moisturize the dry body.

Unexpectedly "puffy," he raises his voice and immediately hurries to hold his mouth.

In response to the sound, Milkit groaned, "Ugh......"

But you don't seem to be awake.

With his shoulders relaxed, Flam puts an empty glass on the table and returns to bed.

Finally check the clock placed on the shelf - the date hasn't changed yet.

I feel like I've been asleep for a long time, but I guess it's because I've been in bed too early.

I put my hand on the futon just after checking the clock... so I felt like I heard something and stopped moving.

Lurk your breath and clear your ears.

"... na, ku... y..."

It doesn't seem to be my fault, I do hear someone talking from somewhere.

Flam rubbed his thin, open eyes, in the direction of his voice - approaching the entrance to the room.

"Nah... what..."

"... should... oh..."

Then I hear my voice even more clearly.

And it looks like someone is having a conversation with someone, not alone.

At this hour, they're annoying.

I wish I could at least talk in my room.

Flam thought I'd pay attention to him, but before he did, he would put his ear to the door and ask what was going on outside.

Then...

"Why Should You Live," "Take A Thousand Cuts," "That's Life, That's Fine," "Kill Me," "Start With Your Arms."

"Open and lick the leg muscles," "Skin it, that's fine," "Let's pack it in a box."

"Break your spinal cord and you will enter" "It is a necessary procedure"

"Don't miss," "Do you want me to kill you, no? '' Not Allowed Yet, '' If We Don't Connect, '' How Do We Lead?

"Let's start with a twisted hole," "Get inside, connect to the brain," "Let's be one, let's all be one."

"I want to see the contents like maggots, just once"

"Kill him this time, connect the next one." "Excise him." "Not suitable for connection."

"Better bleed," "I admit to a split," "Where's the connection line? How do you get a hole in your skull?

"We don't suffer."

"Oh, narrow, oh, narrow," "I want a womb," "I scraped it off my toes."

"You must punish me," "Gigi-gi-gi," "I can hear the siren," "I must take it away."

"Suture it with a tube." "Kiki, Kiki, Danger."

"Not Enough Yet," "Yeah, Be, Be," "You Must Fulfill," "It's Too Late, Everything"

- I can hear countless human talks, not just between us.

Moreover, dozens of human beings stand across this thin plate from all directions, perhaps as surrounding the door.

"Huh...!?

My body trembles.

Kata, and the sound rings slightly.

Then, they noticed the eavesdropping, and the talking stopped perfectly.

But when I clear my ears, I hear more than one breath.

Still there, they are.

Tomorrow.

One of them said.

"Let's Tomorrow"

Another person agrees.

"Tomorrow is good."

"Tomorrow, Tomorrow"

"Tomorrow."

"Conclusion by tomorrow."

"Let's Wait Tomorrow"

I hear voices even more simultaneously.

It is a word and a deed as if it were a flam.

There are so many people out there, why put things behind you that just need to be attacked now.

I thought so, and it seemed like I was getting pissed off and I got angry.

I have the power to fight.

Sure, they're people who lived in the core, but unlike the enemies they've fought before, the flesh is full of ordinary people who aren't even adventurers.

You should be able to use the entrance to the room and narrow hallways to cut through if you are always willing to fight small numbers.

As for Susie, he said he was an A-rank adventurer, so I'm worried, but if you have to, you can run and ask Gadio and Eterna for help.

Because if they find out it's a monster, not a resurrected person, they're supposed to cooperate, too.

Apply your left hand to the door knob lever.

I'm completely blind.

Exhale loudly and confirm movement by opening or closing your right hand.

And put your strength in the hand holding the lever, twist, gachan! and pressed forward at once.

Pull out the sword at the same time as you go out in the hallway and set up -!

"... that?

But there's no one in the dark hallway.

Even if you look around, the dark corridor just keeps going.

No footsteps, no signs of people, sharpen your senses, try everything you can, but you can't even discover the signs that someone was there.

A little bit - I don't know, maybe it was.

Tired and still indelible drowsiness must have caused the phantom.

To do that, the voices I've heard are somewhat more clearly in my ears - but now I just have to think so.

In fact, there was nobody in front of the room.

Slowly, close the door so as not to make any noise, and now it's time to creep into bed.

Then Milkit's face in front of him, his eyes opened up snugly.

"Ohhhhhhhhh..."

Like a rumor, a mill kit that calls for a flam.

"Sorry, did I wake you?

"Hmm... Wake up, I don't. Sleeping......"

Looks like she's half awake - in short, she seems to be asleep.

"Nothing, you can sleep again"

That's what Flam says. He puts his hand on Milkit's cheek.

Then, happily, she loosened her cheeks and closed her eyes again.

"Hmmm......"

And soon fall asleep.

Flam also tried not to think deeply about what had happened earlier and let go of consciousness in about five minutes.

◇ ◇ ◇

And welcome the morning.

Flam woke up rocked by the mill kit.

Get out of bed and say, "Hmm!," he stretches his body as far as he can as he raises his voice.

Try to get some sleep, it's simple because what happened last night seems like a complete dream.

After that, someone never snuck into the room, and it was probably a real fantasy.

Finish discipline in the bathroom provided in the room.

I have a toilet, and I have snacks, which is actually a pretty good room.

After a while, I may even let the great ladies of the church stay.

And about thirty minutes after you wake up, it's time for breakfast to be brought in.

You two sat down and waited.

"You're not coming."

"He's not coming. Hey, should I go tell him"

Two people sitting in a chair and talking like that about swallowing.

After another twenty minutes, no one would come, so I decided I had no choice but to leave the room.

Open the door, step, and take to the gray hallway.

When Flam turned left, across the long hallway, there was a small shadow.

"That..."

Dude, I'm walking to the wall with a bumpy foothold, it was Luco.

"Has she fallen off with your mother?"

"I was a year old. I hear when you can walk, you go to all kinds of places with curiosity."

"My body's getting bigger, and Mr. Susie's having a tough time."

I was gonna go see Dafiz anyway, and the two of us are getting close to Luco.

Then she smiled as she blurted her hands as she looked at Flam's face.

And I'm going to increase my speed, and I'm gonna walk over to the flam.

"You don't have to come from here."

"Why don't you wait?"

Flam crouched, "Come here -" he said, waving.

He was a good walker along the way, Luco, but he twitches his right leg, and he's about to roll.

Flam and mill kit trying to help, inadvertently glaring.

But - Luco didn't look painful and started walking like that.

"Ah... that?

Yes, stay (...).

Flam put a question mark over his head.

Keep dreaming about last night - are you still seeing illusions?

Why is Luco walking flat with his legs crooked?

In addition, as you approach the flam, your left foot bends with the sound that Gori is next.

Still, she cleverly uses the sides of her legs to keep walking.

"Your husband, what is this..."

The closer the distortion gets.

I broke around my shin and my legs stuck to my knees perfectly.

Next, knees, thighs, hip - still, Luco uses the ground surface well, approaching the flam.

Finally, not only his legs, but the shape of his torso and head, his fingers, his arms and all parts of his whole body, deformed to swirl.

Goggy, Goggy.

The bones in the area where they are are are broken, and the noise that should not be sounded from a person's body is sounded more than once.

Even so, Luco remains smiling.

"Ugh, fu!

The voice is also the innocent child itself.

His neck should be broken and his vocal cords twisted, but only his voice is normal, remarkably unnecessarily creepy.

The torso bends threads and the sides of the head and thighs come into contact.

The toe passed over his head, moving flashly around his shoulders.

No longer, I don't even know how it works.

Let the whole body roam like a worm, and Luco leans toward the flumes.

Because of the impossible bending, the skin all over the body was torn and the blood was gushing out.

After she passes, the red liquid creeps up, as if it were mucus wrapped around a mollusc organism.

The smell of iron snorts.

"Hi... Hi, ah..."

Milkit sticks to the Lord.

I had tears in my eyes, pulled my cheeks, and my body was trembling.

It's a nightmarish sight, more miserable than complete alienation, because it leaves a man's prototype behind.

said Dafiz.

Luco's body is equipped with organs similar to those of a near-normal human being.

There's no core in it, and your heart's moving, your blood's circulating, so you're supposed to be human.

Yeah, but - if that's also what Origin “reproduced” to deceive people's eyes.

"Phew, ram...?

Distortion, Luco's face with the part position screwed up.

The area leading to the head is also torn and the blood is blown out.

The neck wound, in particular, was open thoroughly, draining liquids that clearly exceeded the lethal dose.

Still, she keeps pretending to be a human child.

My lips changed shape to a three day moon shape as I was happy to find the toy.