Maouyome

Torte-kun is dead.

At the end of the day, smile quietly.

As I watched, I took my breath away to sleep.

The body was immediately magically wrapped in ice.

Now he is to remain at rest and be mourned waiting for the end of the matter.

There are three bodies of icing.

In the morning, when Torte-kun took his breath away, all three of them died to continue standing within that day.

I was shaking in the cold so much.

It hurts my heart to make it ice.

My chest tightens to the nasty.

Say goodbye to the three of you and head to the chapel.

In front of the chapel, Beradne waited.

"... where are you going Yasuka"

The voice-color I held down doesn't seem to be something.

Is Bel Adone tired too?

I don't know, I've decided.

"I need to get back soon and nurse everyone"

Trying to get inside, I avoided Bel Adone.

I can't even talk to my eyes for a while.

Sorry, I'll do the magic right now......

The avoided Bel Adne grabbed my right hand.

What is wrong with it? I just got a little bit of a look at Bel Adone,... weird.

"Refia...... Hold tight."

"What's going on? Everyone's waiting."

The grabbed right wrist hurts.

You don't have to grab anything that hard, okay?

"There's no one there."

"Sorry, Bel Adne. Even while I'm doing this..."

There are debilitating patients in the chapel.

I still won't give up.

You're not giving up here, are you?

"All three of them died. We could all die! There are no nursing patients in here right now!

"Bel Adone, it hurts..."

"Lefia!

Bel Adone has suddenly raised his voice and eagled my shoulders. Both shoulders grabbed like eggs are hot. Bel Adone, which is imminent, … is close.

With his body in captivity, he glances inside the chapel with only his neck turned. Inside the liberated chapel were three beds without the Lord, lined up.

There are three beds without anyone.

Oh, my God, they're all dead.

Then this is it.... I wonder if that's enough.

Gently lower Bel Adne's hand.

Then you should go to the sacrifice hall.

If no one's gone, we have to go where the patient is. Otherwise, I can't nurse.

If I give up, I can't.

You shouldn't give up.

"... where are you going?"

"We need to get to the leanshades. We still have patients, so nurse a little..."

You can't just give up, can you?

I'm not giving up.

What am I giving up,... can't I?

"Refia.... you better get some rest. Yeah"

"No, you can't. Such free time, something I don't have. We need to do what we can.... I have to."

Belle Adone turns around and blocks the front.

He grabbed the other hand he reached out to get out of the way.

"... Ooh, you know what I look like now, Torah? Where are you going with that face? What can you do?"

"... face?

─ ─ Me, Lephia Nee's smile, because I love it.

When Torte-kun dies, the words he desperately tries to convey remain in his ear. I can't believe you're doing me such a favor when I wonder what I'm going to say to my constant breath.

Funny,... I can't believe it.

I can't believe you want me to laugh because you like my smile.

... the impotence is past, Torte.

"I'm going to the sacrifice hall.... Ouch, you should get some rest. Go back to your room and calm down a little.... I'm so tired, I need a little rest, huh?

He told me to tell him, and I nodded.

If he asks if you're tired,... maybe you're right.

I'm kind of tired.

I'm tired and I don't know what to do.

Bel Adone drops me off and I head back to my room.

The hallway of the sunset inner hall was darkened.

If it's not popular, there's no lights. Only the moonlight is plugged in, though.

That's right. Guys, we're fighting desperately. I guess I'm about to be resting in my own room at a time like this.

Truth is, I'm tired or something. What am I going to do? Even though it's the patients who are hard, not me. It's Dr. Gama and the Virgin, not me that's in trouble.

In the darkened private room, stand alone.

In this place, me. What are you doing?

We're all desperate and hard at work.

Everyone is fighting so hard.

In this place, alone, I am.

What...

What...

"What are you doing? I'm ahhhhhh!

Hold your head hard as you impulse.

I can't forgive you for not doing it.

Strengthen your body and shave your hair at your disposal.

"Ah! Ahhh! Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Boiling aversion is stained with hatred.

I screamed from the bottom of my belly with a beastly voice, still with the darkening emotions that came in.

The back of my throat rips and screams like a thousand cuts.

No, I don't want to!

I'm kidding!

It doesn't go away.

I can't see it.

No! No, no, no, no!

What are you doing?

"Ahhh, ahhh!

It's a mess in my head.

Mind and body fall apart.

Disgusting! My head hurts.

My feet flutter. Vision turns.

I said hello, I hit the side table.

I couldn't help but get angry and pulled down the table at my disposal.

The cracking sound of the glass is deafening and unnecessarily irritating.

The curtains and sheets were pulled off and swung.

Pay off the books lined up on the shelves and punch the walls.

I couldn't help but hurt and hurt my beaten hand.

I kick the pillars of the bed in frustration, curl up, and throw whatever was ahead of me with my hand, no matter what.

Barking like a beast, he rammed on impulse.

Still, it doesn't go away.

I can't hold back my emotions.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

I ramble all the way, bump into frustration, and shudder.

It was white in my head.

Bright white, I can't think of anything.

Excited and disturbed breathing.

Second, the mirror table between the walls went into view.

Mirror bench placed on the wall.

In that mirror was the figure of an ugly beastly woman.

One ugly woman shaking her bumpy hair and barking like a beast and rambling.

My skin is worn out and rough, with deep bears carved into my eyes. My lips were thirsty for crust and my cheeks were tight because I hadn't eaten properly in a while.

The woman looks at her blood-running eyes like a demon and stares at her from the mirror.

"I'm kidding. Ahhh!

He came in like a blackened irritation boiling, and threw a glass bottle that was rolling on hand into the mirror with a glass of force.

Gashan makes a dry noise, the mirror cracks, and the glass bottle rolls gotten on the floor.

"What's so beautiful about this, such a girl! What's so beautiful about such an ugly girl!?

Tears come in.

Tears that didn't even come out when I was nursing to take my breath out in front of me, worn up later and like a boiling spring.

I'm sad about how ugly I am.

I couldn't cry before someone who died, but I felt sorry for myself for being so selfish, I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself, and I couldn't stop crying.

I couldn't help you.

I spilled it.

I couldn't keep my life together.

"Wow, you! Wow, you."

I opened my mouth and screamed like a child.

I flooded the tears with tears and cried like a child.

I exposed myself to no shame, no outside hearing,... and kept crying.

In the fall, the three of us said we were moving to the new town. You said the three of us were going to be a family.

You said you'd be an adventurer and a useful man for everyone, and you were laughing in the light.

He's dead.

Torte-kun is already dead.

I wanted to help you somehow.

Feeling better. I wanted to see that smile again.

I can't help you anymore.

I can't do anything for you anymore.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Pity.

I'm too pitiful, I can't help it.

Even the other two are together.

He wanted to live.

I was scared when I didn't want to die!

I couldn't do anything.

I couldn't do anything for you.

Do what you can.

I couldn't have done one thing for you.

There's almost nothing I can do for you. I want to know what I can do.

Too pitiful, too pitiful.

There's nothing I can do about it.

I just kept crying.

Cry, cry. I cried.

I didn't want to think about it.

Nothing, I couldn't think of.

All I could do was just keep crying.

Cry, cry...

Keep crying.

How long would you have been crying?

If you noticed, you were sitting on the bed.

Just grumpy.

He sat on the bed, blurring like a mindless, undressed shell, crying tired and just shuddered. I sat on the bed, not thinking about anything, just looking at myself in a cracked mirror.

─ ─ Me, Lephia Nee's smile, because I love it.

Torte-kun, I was laughing at the end.

─ ─ Because I think it's prettier than anyone else.

All that suffering, out of pain.

It was hard. It would have been tough.

Still, at the end of the day, I was laughing.

─ So. I want you to laugh.

At the end of the day, did you pass away without suffering?

If so, if you did.

... yes, I want it.

─ ─ Thank you.

Stay weak, I'll laugh.

The ugly woman in the cracked mirror was making her cheeks snap and make an unmatched grin.

I can't believe I'm thanking you for such a smile...

More properly, I wish I could have laughed at you.

Torte-kun said it at the end.

He wants me to laugh.

Then more, I wanted to laugh properly and drop you off. With a laugh, I wanted to nurse you.

sleigh and stood up and sat in front of the mirror.

Confront yourself in a cracked mirror.

"... really, you look terrible"

Even I'm so ugly, he wants me to laugh.

She told me because she loves to smile.

Because it's prettier than anyone else.

Take the hairbrush that was rolling.

That was Torte-kun's final favor.

Then I'll laugh.

I couldn't do anything for you, because it's me.

There was nothing I could do.

Be careful with the hair messed up by the bosom.

Carefully scrape over and over again.

A few drops of fragrance oil, while taming.

When I was in the village, makeup was a few times a year.

I only did it about the time of the festival.

Tie the shredded hair together and end up behind you.

Ever since I came to Demon King Castle, I've never done it from myself, leaving it to Leanscheid.

Ever since I came to the temple, I haven't been lucky with this.

Soak the soft cloth with water and wipe the dirt and grease stains on your face.

As you take swelling, loosen it up slowly.

If Torte-kun wants it, I'll laugh.

The best I can, beautiful me, laugh.

Take the lotion and tame it to the skin.

Moisturizes and stains rough skin.

Oh, my God, this is what I am.

I can't hold myself down.

Bark like a beast, ramble.

It's not a big deal, like Torte said.

Mix foundation and place on skin.

Don't get tight, don't get thick.

Falsify the bear under your eyes,... thin.

I remember what your mother said.

Makeup is a woman's weapon and armor.

Reduce slightly to show good blood color.

Exfoliate eyebrows and write eyelines to keep them unobtrusive.

I wasn't sure then.

I didn't know how horrible it was.

I thought that was okay.

But...

Torte-kun wanted me.

He wants me to stay smiling.

Then I want to answer that.

I want to give you an answer.

I thought it was like a ritual.

I thought this was a ritual.

It's an important ritual to go to war with.

Push me in ugly.

Show me the beautiful me.

I don't care how ugly I really am.

As long as I know for myself, that's fine.

Make it thin and red so that it doesn't stand out.

Laugh.

Laugh, Refia.

At least......

At least to Torte, don't be embarrassed.

Laugh. Refia.

Show Torte your smile.

Fight.

Put your armor together.

Weapon to ourselves.

Laughing at the cracked mirror.

"Now,... that's okay"

All I can do is smile.

That's all I can do now though.

I'm ready to fight.

... yet, I can do it. Still, I can fight.

Shut your eyes quietly and pray silently.

……

……

... All right.

... I'll do it.

I can't afford to lose here.

I can't show Torte-kun anything to be ashamed of.

Our battle is not over yet.