Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

Ha!?

Where am I?

Who am I?

Hmm?

No, really. Where are we?

I'm a little out of memory, what do you mean?

I mean, it's so disgusting.

I'm going to throw up, but I can't.

This is like a disgusting ex-glug going and going between your stomach and your mouth.

If I do something with my body, I'm lazy, and my head is gumming.

I've never felt so ill since I became a god.

This sucks, for now, emergency check for life hazards.

I'm not feeling any better, but I have nothing else to say to my life.

And although I'm relieved, I can't even be completely relieved that I don't know why I'm in this condition.

Feed back on the memories of the split and explore what happened while there was no memory of the body.

Apparently, it's weird since right after coffee.

Why not.

It's suspicious because D was drinking it. But maybe it was in there.

As far as diagnostic memory is concerned, the split was about to recover shortly after the body fell, there is no sign of any strange substances in the body in particular.

What causes ill health, caffeine?

Why not.

Caffeine is that caffeine, right?

It's usually in coffee or something.

So I'm not feeling well enough to fall like this?

Oh, seriously, why?

A situation where we know the cause but we don't know what it means to lose an extra translation.

In the meantime, what I found out is that I don't seem to accept caffeine physically.

The fact that the split tries to break down caffeine and, conversely, is ill makes it seem quite deep-rooted.

A substance that cannot be broken down by the power of God, caffeine.

How horrible.

I don't know what human thoughts drink like this.

I thought you were used to eating poison, but you had unexpected pitfalls.

Haa.

In the meantime, let's just guddle here until we get back in shape.

He seemed to have been thrown into different spaces after the body fell, but the speed with which the split was judged. Good job.

If I'd been left defenseless like that, I wouldn't have figured out what they'd done.

Well, whatever it takes to get attacked, it won't be like dying with it.

I'm not going to die if I kill the main unit.

No, I don't want to be chronic.

'Cause I'm about to get killed by caffeine.

Caffeine.

Caffeine now.

In fact, I don't think I can get killed by being in the system right now, but there's no way I can ever kill you.

It's like fighting ants and elephants.

If you fight normally, it won't even be a fight.

But what if an ant gets into an elephant's ear?

Maybe the elephant will die.

Even I can tell you that.

There's no reason for me to beat just a human being if I fight normally.

No, but miracles happen all the time.

That's how I've won.

Of course, even in character, I am not a miracle, I am proud to say that I have won on my own.

But I always ran away from someone I thought I'd never beat.

Alabah, Mother.

The character I've won is only the opponent I was within reach of.

I have to hope for a miracle. I didn't even challenge my opponent in the first place.

Even this time.

I can also say that I escaped from a D with absolutely no winning.

By not poking around and accepting the suggestion to become a member of D's family.

My basic policy is and always has been to take care of my life.

I'm just adding a little meanness there.

Because of that will, there are some inconveniences that can't be pulled at the heart, but there's no choice there.

If I bend over there, I won't be me.

The existence of me is rather vague.

Originally just a spider.

That's what D tailored on his own behalf on a whim.

Besides, because of the assumption that he would die, his memories are appropriately made for some reason.

I didn't even question it until I realized that, but my memory as a young leaf princess color is full of holes.

I remember having parents, but I can't think of that face at all.

Even though it's a memory full of holes like that, I don't question it.

D was working on it so that I wouldn't feel it.

Again, I realize I'm the only one.

My memory is a fake, not a base.

The statuses and skills that have been cultivated in this world are also forces within the framework of a system made by the hands of D.

I thought if I could get out of that system, I'd be free.

I believed that I could live freely and comfortably, free from the annoying world and without endangering my life.

If you open the lid, it won't change there. There's a top up there, and in the end, there's just a world that hasn't changed much from then on.

I can't go against the absolute person named D, and I have to watch the end of this world, Parisian life.

Plus, with the fact of the shock overshadowing your existence from the ground up.

I can't do it.

Until then, the person I thought I was was was someone else in red with no connection or itching at all with me.

Besides, it equals no original memory of me.

My presence is like the first time I've ever raised my voice by cracking an egg shell in a place called the Ellow Great Labyrinth.

Because that's even on the flat of D's hand.

I was born as a convenient throwaway pawn for D.

But I survived betraying that assumption.

That's funny, D, now he's alive.

I have no intention there.

All d convenience.

Everything, the presence of me involves D.

Beyond being eyed as a family member, I have an edge that I can no longer cut.

Depending on what you see, D could be like my parents.

But it's not about dying. It's about neglect.

Am I a child in the period of whispering disobedience now?

At a level that doesn't damage D's mood, act out of his thoughts to the fullest.

I don't want you to say it's small or anything.

What you're doing is a huge cause for one person in the world.

Ah.

I don't know.

I feel like my thoughts are going in a negative direction because I feel bad about something.

I don't feel like it, it's totally down.

I would never think about this if I were normal.

I'm me, so I'll do it on my own.

But I really don't think so.

I wonder what I'm living for.

I don't think I said anything blue.

I think, what is the meaning of my life, where everything created on the premise of dying is a false being?

I don't know.

Live because you want to.

I think that's fine. On the other hand, I really can't get that idea out of my brain.

Have you become a person and your mind is close to people?

Uh, no, no, no!

It must be because I'm not feeling well to think about it.

If I get back in shape, I go back to the usual me.

So until then, let's get some sleep.

Let's do that.