Kekkon Shoya no Deathloop~Nosuji Reijou wa Nando Shindemo Megemasen~

"Riselle Rosso!!

I wave my fist up with resentment.

Finally got who you are, blackcloth man! I'll make it bogged down and remind you how horrible Baltic it is!

—— and I tried to be brave, but for some reason the pillars don't show up in front of me. There is no such thing as a samurai who pulls through a turnip but grabs me.

When I calmed down and looked around, at some point I was inside a small white room on one side. The room has no furniture, no windows, just one pounding door. Is this somewhere in the castle? It's a room I've never seen.

... or. Finally, the loop's over?

"This is the narrow space of space-time."

The man's voice echoes directly from the front. When I looked up, at some point I stood in front of him, a slightly light-hearted, scholarly lord with a thin line.

Until just now, there wasn't supposed to be anyone in the room.

"Uh... uh... space-time haha...?

"There was a little urgent project, and I quickly generated this space"

Urgent case? Generate space?

I get freshly lined up with words I don't quite understand, and my head will be full of hatenas.

Laughing at me in confusion with an unfavourable face, the man gently thanked me.

"My name is Arge, and I'm an observer. Pleasure."

"Kan Shit...? What are you doing?

"Well, you don't care about me. More importantly, I have an important story to tell you. No one else has called you here this time--"

After Mr. Arge and I introduce ourselves as a matter of course, we continue our conversation on our own.

My father tells me not to hang out with people like this, people who wind up in smoke. Besides, right now, I'm busy beating down Risel. So I decided to ignore Mr. Arge.

"Hey, wait a minute! Why are you trying to leave the room!

"About suspicious people who don't try to reveal themselves, because I don't trust them"

"Sorry, I was trying a little too hard to progress to Mysterious! I'll explain a little more, so don't go!

Mr. Arge grabs my cuff and pulls on the door knob. I had no choice but to look back because I felt a little sorry for her desperately clinging.

Mr. Arge strokes his chest down in relief, squeezing his face tightly and opening his mouth.

"Observers are those who have the role of recording and observing events that occur in the future, in the past, in the present, in everything."

"... ha. Do you mean the prophet?"

"I'm not a prophet. All we do is record. Never use future information to interfere in the past."

I didn't quite understand. Just observe and record? Do you need such a job? There are mountains of professions in the world that I don't know.

"So, what can that observer do for me?

"Mr. Cattleya Barto. Currently, there is a distortion of time and space using you as a starting point."

"Is that a story you had to do with this loop?

"Yes."

Mr. Arge nods.

... at this time. For the first time, I found out that someone else recognized the loop besides myself. Besides, he seems to know things much better than I do.

My chest got cute and hot, and I stuffed Mr. Arge.

"What is it, this paranormal! Me, dead or dead, I'm gonna come back to life, and I'm gonna go back to the same night again, and I don't know what that means anymore! I don't know what it is, but help me anyway!

"Whoa, calm down for a second! Get off me!"

Mr. Arge steps back under pressure by my sword screen. I didn't say enough yet, but to get further information, I reluctantly let go.

Arge, who lost the room he was brewing at the time of his appearance, says, coughing up really.

"Uh, time is always flowing in one direction. So in one timeline, past, future events can never be determined and changed. If something different happens from the original history, the modifying power of history occurs. —— Yes, this is the premise, you know?

"Ha."

I wasn't sure, but I want to hear the rest, so I'll snort.

"For example, suppose there was an apple in front of you. In the future, you decide to eat that apple by cutting it with a knife. And when that happens, other people eat that apple, or use the apple for apple pie ingredients, which means it's an unlikely event in history."

"Then does history modify and do things happen?

"Does not occur"

What the hell.

"Whether you eat apples or not, it has nothing to do with history. If you're doing something a little off trying to jam the apple to rub it down, history will miss you. This is called the tolerance of history."

"I don't know why..."

"Just listen to me patiently....... but suppose you unconsciously deviate from the course of history and throw an apple at him to kill the Demon King or refine the mass killing gas from the apple to commit the Holocaust.

Apples that were supposed to just be edible dramatically change future events. When that happens, the modifying power of history will work. History manages to return to the way it is when you eat a decent apple, repeating over and over again the time you take the apple in your hand. And when you eat apples safely, you start to move on with the flow of time. "

"I can't kill a demon king with an apple"

"Let's get away from the apple.

Originally, events should have happened tonight in this castle that would have moved the future a lot. And the event has a lot to do with your presence. But there was a pile of little irregulars and nothing that was supposed to happen. So history, in an attempt to modify the distorted currents, rewinded your time over and over again to your starting point, trying to reclaim the original currents.

This will be who the loop is that's happening to you right now. "

"The big event I'm involved in......? What the hell happened?

"I can't talk about that. There is a rule that observers should not disclose information about the past or the future to the outside world. The truth is, even talking to you like this is critical."

"Even if they say so. Then why did you show up before me?"

"That's..."

Mr. Arge stares at me in resentment.

"Mr. Cattleya. How many loops have you had so far, my lady?

"Uh... about 20 times?

"It's 48 times! Though it would be completely different!

You don't have to be mad at me like that. If you knew, I wish you hadn't bothered to ask me.

"Ha... I'm so dead."

"Not if you're impressed with the! This is impossible!

"Really?

"Well, once in a while, there were a few demons who deviated from history and fell into the loop, right? But mostly if you loop once or twice, it's something that goes back to the right flow. As long as we loop a few times, we don't even have to intervene."

So Mr. Arge grips both fists.

"But when you are! Good thing you survive even if you die, try someone you can't beat 44 times! Because of that, there were so many wasted loops, and finally there was a distortion in time and space!

……

I'm here with a little cock. I'm being blamed unilaterally, but by all means, I have to be rebelled. Can you do that? No, maybe not.

"Is that just my fault? The fact that I'm dead and the loop wakes up would mean that I'm not supposed to die tonight. I mean, the bad news is, it wasn't Riselle Rosso who killed me!

"It's"

"I did a lot of trying to get out of the loop over here too! I couldn't do it, so I decided to expose the man for my life!

"... so a loop occurs..."

"47 times! They've killed me 47 times! If that's no use, I wish you'd stopped me before I was killed 47 times! How dare you tell me that loop was useless when you watched me shut up no matter how many times I was killed until I revealed who that man was!

"The number of loops... you didn't count properly..."

In response to my counterattack, Mr. Arge shrivels to see...

You seem older than me, but pathetic. But I didn't feel motivated by the kind words.

"As I told you earlier, it was extremely rare for us observers to interfere with ordinary people... I knew that you had challenged Riselle Rosso many times, but there was also intense debate within the observer as to whether it was okay to stop you at all. In the end, I was forced to come into contact with you in an irrevocable situation of distortion of time and space... By then, the loop had reached 48 times…"

"I don't need that excuse"

Coldly speaking, Mr. Arge finally sat down on the floor holding his knees.

He's one of the best glass mentalists I've ever met. I'm getting a little pathetic about boulders.

"I insisted we hit him early, didn't I? But the other observers didn't say, 'If you die a few times, you should punish me and give up confronting Riselle Rosso'... Because of the delay in responding, you have lost your life many times. Sorry........."

"Enough is enough. I'm sorry I blamed Mr. Arge all the time. I know what's going on with you. So don't mess with me."

Beat Mr. Arge on the shoulder to help. I wonder if you're okay, this guy.

Even after standing up, Mr. Arge had been sluggish for a while, but he switched his head along the way, looking at me with the same look he had when he first appeared.

"Anyway, I told you about the current situation. It is a very dangerous situation, but if we return to the correct course of history, the distortions in time and space should also subside. Please choose your right path, Mr. Cattleya."

"What happens when space-time distortion reaches its limit?

"I don't know. Because there is no precedent.... but at worst this timeline could disappear"

The timeline disappears. I couldn't really capture the meaning, but it smelled somewhat serious.

Does that mean the days I've spent with my loved ones go away?

"I don't even know how many more loops I'll reach my limit. So, please, in the loop ahead, be careful."

"Okay. I'll try my best."

As I nodded, Mr. Arge exhaled in deep relief, "Huh. And flicker your hands like you're getting rid of me.

"Then go back to the loop. If you walk out that door, you'll be able to return to your usual situation."

"Is that it?

"Yes. You and I will never see each other again. Please, be well."

"Mr. Arge is well, too.... I said something tough earlier and I'm sorry"

I tried to leave the room but looked back before that and apologized.

Then, for the first time, Mr. Arge smiled uncontrollably. He was a childish person, but that probably laughs cute.

"Goodbye, Mr. Cattleya Barto. Please be happy."