Otome Game Rokkushuume, Automode ga Kiremashita

"……… I saw it glowing in the dark."

At first, I thought it was glass or something that reflected in the moonlight. You think cats, raccoons, and neighborhood dogs got away next?

There are two round lights, like beeballs. I also wondered if my friends had come back when I realized they were people.

The result is, they're all off.

"I don't remember much from here though...... I just remember my blood running eyes were gleaming"

I can't even remember the color of my eyes that I should have met, whether I was an adult or a child, my gender or my face. Yet only those two lights floating in the dark are unforgettable.

"When I heard about it later, there was a fugitive lurking in the woods. That's what I saw."

He noticed the grownups who came looking for him worried about Sarsia and the others who got out of the room and fled, but if he was a little late later, his eyes would have been decided.

The resumption of my memory is the face of a family that is about to cry worried about me. Next a scolding voice, a friend crying and apologizing.

Though the extraordinary fears were intense, the party Sercia is completely out of memory. My friends crying about fear and penance in front of me was much more important than the fear experience I don't remember.

I laughed that it was okay, and I went home to explain to the guard because your father would do it, and his body was quickly falling asleep when he was wrapped in a soft futon that seemed more tired than he was aware.

I thought it was okay. I was so optimistic that I thought the worries around me were excessive.

If you don't remember, you won't be frightened by the unexpected revival of your memory. If I forgot something, it wouldn't have been a big deal from the beginning.

At this time, I didn't even think that the fact that I had forgotten what had happened to me was unusual.

"I couldn't sleep when the lights went out."

At first, only minor changes and discomfort.

I couldn't sleep in a dark place, and in a dark place, my eyes became blind as if I was thrilled and excited.

I was concerned that the hallway was dark as well as the interior room, and I became anxious about the sky, which was gradually darkening outside.

It didn't take long for my heart to move so hard that I was about to run out of breath that I realized this was fear.

"I must have been really scared that night... and I forgot because I was scared, but when I realized it, I couldn't."

I can't stop when I realize it.

Painless scratches if you don't notice, and suddenly you get a scratch and pain if you do. I couldn't pretend not to look at the trauma of asserting myself in the form of fear.

"The dark room, the sky, the night, it's all scary. I was wondering if those eyes might be looking at me."

Something that strokes Sercia's spine much more than the fact that she doesn't remember that she was attacked or that she was about to be blinded.

It was undoubtedly madness that shined in the blood running eyes.

Much hotter than your father's anger-filled objects, much colder than your mother's teaching-like tranquility. Cold enough eyes to look hot and boiled, but if you touch them, they're going to freeze.

Just as light is rooted in a person's life, it is a precious thing that cannot be cut off by darkness or cut. Even where I fled desperately, the sun sets and the sky remains dark for a certain amount of time each day.

Dark spot phobia, the stress of the time of fear that must be visited every day makes me nauseous just imagine.

The only time I have to endure, I just spend turning my consciousness to the light. Even the darkness at the end of the lid closed was uneasy, and few people kept looking at the lights until their consciousness flew.

But after the month, I get used to it, and my bad consciousness and fear remain unchanged, and the darkness is still horrible, but at some point I can sleep in a room with lights on, and I can grasp when the sun will fall.

"But this is the first time Maria's been noticed."

Whether you start going home within the day yet, stop walking out of the house at night, or stop participating in the liver tests you've been doing every year.

As a single person, I didn't realize it and I didn't let them.

"……… Your friend, didn't you notice?

"Because I desperately hid it. He apologized for what happened then, and he didn't want me to care."

It was a friend of mine who put his own jealousy into action that day that made the cut of Sarsia's trauma, but it was the owner of the eyes that caused it, the usual consistency of pranks. One of the reasons I accepted the apology and didn't want the person I was interacting with as a friend to feel guilty again.

But more than that, what was in Sarsia's mind.

"And... I can't believe the grandson of a flaming magician is afraid of the dark."

A man who is supposed to inherit a flame that lights up the darkness cannot escape in fear of the darkness.

I can't believe that the grandson of a magician, who praises everyone for being great with his mouth together, is believed to inherit the feat, shuddering and shrinking in the dark.

The mind, crushed by the pressure to betray the expectations of many, escaped exposing its weakness.

"Because you're expecting me... you're here for me, and I can't tell you I can't."

The painful, spicy look, as if it were even a confession, makes me feel the strength of the sense of responsibility that comes from Sarsia's kindness. I thought it was awesome, but at the same time I thought it was pathetic.

The preconceived notion that the blood veins of powerful flames, which are chanted to be the best in the world, are naturally headed in the same direction. In fact, Sarsia is a fire attribute.

Around where I don't suspect the attributes of Surcia, who hasn't even entered the school yet, are fire, I can peek at how much Surcia expects from the surroundings.

"I can't believe they noticed... and from the beginning."

When I heard about this liver test, I was confident that I could hide it. I can't believe the map is wrong, and I thought I'd run into a demon ahead of me, but until then, I could hide it as before.

"Sorry, true. I, like this... betray my expectations."

I've been desperately hiding it, Circia's weakness.

Expectations pouring down on geniuses never stop until that genius falls to the ground. And once you fall to the ground, you will laugh pointing at the muddy appearance of what you have been praising as if it were a lie. Like Mariabelle, who in the past was disappointed in that fear while falling in love with him.

Of course not all such people. Instead, it would be a minority, and I think a real genius would keep running even if it was muddy, except for that. Because the height will not be compromised when it falls to the ground.

But Sarsia's not. unsolicited expectations, the environment in which he was born just pushed him up to genius.

"Absolutely… this is ridiculous."

Vikri and Sarsia's shoulders trembled.

I'm sure it was one of the most unspoken words for him. What makes a new place to hurt from above, even though the scars in the back of my heart that I've been desperately hiding from you are not yet healing, different from what Mariabelle once was?

Still, I thought.

"You're the best in the world, and you're the one who says you expect such fantasies."