Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

The next time I woke up, I put my head on Rosé's knee pillow for some reason and fell asleep on the floor.

"... that...?

I couldn't grasp the situation and an unexpected dumb voice leaked out of my mouth. What you see at the end of the open eyelid is something of a shelter. It creates a shadow that blocks the light from shining on my face.

"Did you wake up"

When I heard that voice, I finally understood that it was Mr. Rose's knee pillow that I was putting my head on. How could I not know until I heard her voice, until just now I thought it seemed like shelter because it was actually Mr. Rose's big breast, and that got in the way and I couldn't see her face.

"Lo, Mr. Rose......? Me, me, why...?

I don't remember what was going on. When I asked, Mr. Rose looked out from beyond the two hills above his head.

With the same faceless expression, pale she says.

"Don't you remember? Shortly after he was set to take a big break with me, Mr. Rag fell on the spot and lost his mind."

Somehow, when she tries to gaze beyond the overflowing swell, Ms. Rosé rounds her back and becomes a form of shrinking her body. Then, naturally, something like a soft cushion on the tip of my eyes and nose comes closer to me.

Oh, it's on. Phew. On my forehead.

"Oh yeah......! Oh, thank you......!

I try to deflect myself in the direction of my feet in order to escape the soft feeling that completely covered the top of my head and the top of my eyes. but.

"You mustn't, Mr. Rug. I still have to rest."

Shit, Mr. Rose's hands pinched my head and I was prevented from moving any further. No, on the contrary, Gu, and I get pulled, and the minute I run away is written off. Mr. Rose stretched his spine and the double hills rose was at least the salvation.

"Uh... Mr. Villey or Mr. Ashley...?

I lifted my head gently and looked in the room and it looks like I'm nowhere. I can't even feel the signs.

"Along with Princess Xiaolong, we are going to the city to buy out. It's past mealtime."

I don't get a response when I try to check SEAL time to see if it's that time already. Late, speaking of which, my "SEAL" was paralyzed and I had to send a command to the "artificial SEAL".

Again, when checked with "artificial SEAL", the time indicated noon. I've been caged in this room since the early morning, minding the eyes, so I'm going to be spending a lot of time training. I fainted as soon as I was reasonably relieved of the tension.

Anyway, I've been practicing with Hannu, Villey, Ashley and Rosé for the most part in the morning, changing the person to replace them. Besides, each one had a different style of combat, so I had to change the way I fought each time my opponent changed, and I was asked to be ad hoc and adaptive. Thanks, of course, to his body, his head and spirit were worn out.

"You must be pretty tired. Good luck with that."

Rosé grabbed me earlier, her hands gently rubbing my head to the touch. Hanu often strokes me the same way, but I still feel as if I'm different. Hanu's hands are as soft as marshmallows, but Mr. Rose's is only a fighter and has some hardness. But it's warm. Is it because I like the circle of blood? It conveys poka poka and gentle temperatures and makes my mind feel very at ease.

I felt as if my mother was giving me a knee pillow. No, I don't know, when I was a little girl...

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One from the bottom of the water of my memory, bubbly memories seemed to float loosely and bounce pattin on the water. Though I felt like someone's voice had come back to me in my ear - but I couldn't hear that voice well, or what I was saying. Something scratched in my ear...... that's the only feeling left.

Maybe - no, no, no doubt, it was your mother's voice. Although I can't even recognize the memories right now.

"... what has been done, Mr. Rag?

"What...?

"I suddenly feel sorry for him... because he looked so spicy"

I wasn't aware, but Mr. Rosé told me and I noticed. Soon I put my strength into the root of my eyebrows, to myself who was biting my lips. His right hand, too, grabbed the clothes around his chest and squeezed them tightly.

"... it's like a hole in your heart... you look like that"

Rosé's amber eyes, which also seemed inorganic, had an accurate insight into my mind, though. She's right, because I just felt like I had a whole heart pulled out.

"Were you even dreamed of something you didn't like? Or is my knee pillow not feeling well?

For a moment I thought I'd ask Mr. Rose, who worries me, to listen to what Mr. Villey also did. But even then Mr. Villey listened to me and looked as spicy as he did about me.

I don't really want to see Mr. Rosé's spicy face - I thought so.

"... it's okay, I haven't had any weird dreams, and Mr. Rose's knee pillow, it's very reassuring. Thank you."

So I laughed and misled. Thank you and close your eyelids to avoid any further pursuit.

…………

Then I felt somewhat oppressed. I'm not sure because I've meditated my eyes, but I feel like strange pressure is seeping out of Mr. Rose, like that.

Unexpectedly, two objects were pressed softer and softer on the forehead. I don't even have to think about it. Mr. Rosé is circling his back and must be peeking into my face.

…………

I feel a hot gaze like a needle and then a sunshine. I also feel like I want to open my eyes and check, but I can't open it because it would be very awkward if my eyes met in the current state.

And when I close my eyes, feeling like I can't resist,

"... I can't tell you about anyone else either, but you're a bad liar too, Mr. Rag"

"-..."

I didn't think of it in the whispers, and the muscles on my face reacted with a pickle. Maybe this is the only way Mr. Rosé has seen through all sorts of things.

"... uh..."

"I don't mind. I'm not going to force you to ask."

Rosé's hands covered my eyes trying to open my eyelids. They blindfolded me, and I opened my eyes and I couldn't see anything.

Mr. Rosé continues in a faint tone of discouragement, not letting him hear his emotional swings.

"Yeah, I don't mind. For example, I've had Mr. Rugg turn to me before, shielding me from the rules of the cluster, 'Never abandon your people, no matter what,' and helping me with anything by sticking my neck in my circumstances, but I still don't feel compelled to ask what happened to Mr. Rugg."

"Ugh..."

I'm stuck with Mr. Rosé's conversation. Speaking of which, at the time of the "Volkling Circus case," Rosé, who stubbornly refused to intervene with me and Hannu, was forced to stick her neck in by presenting the absolute and inviolable rules of the cluster.

"Sure, here's what you said. - We will definitely all help you with this when your people are in danger, in trouble, or in need of help. If that's the analogy [even if we don't know what's going on], if [even if the person who can help didn't want it], we all [when we decide that we need help], we'll definitely go help out with the cluster members -. Yeah, I remember. Word for word, no doubt he said so."

"Ugh......!

I'd rather not remember so much detail, but apparently Mr. Rose remembers it perfectly. After all, was that all you were angry with me at the time...?

"... I am neither a courageous person nor a caretaker character like you. So, if you reject me, you'll pull yourself back. She's a coward."

I wonder what Mr. Rosé is looking at me right now. Is it because I don't want to be seen blindfolded?

"So I'm only going to say this once"

Yes, he prefaced, and then Mr. Rose told him.

"Get involved"

Like me one day.

"Get me into your situation. Me and you are buddies who fight and live together. Please don't behave others. It doesn't matter if it's help, comfort, or anything. When you need my help, don't hesitate to ask."

Like a stack. As in prayer, says Mr. Rosé.

"[If you really think of me as one of them], please trust me. Please keep your heart."

――

I wasn't surprised. I seriously illusioned that he might have been hit in the head with a hammer by the shock that ran into his brain marrow.

The moment I heard that word, I realized it. I noticed.

It's in Mr. Rosé - anxiously.

"Please"

To put it all that far, Mr. Rose stopped his tongue. Silence and wait for my answer.

…………

I was rebuffing Rosé's voice in my head. I don't care what you quoted me as saying one day. Because the words I unleashed on myself just came back as a boomerang. But.

- [If you really think I'm one of them], what...!? Could it be that Rose doesn't trust me yet...!?

As soon as I guessed that, I lay it on Rosé's hands, covering the top half of her face. Hold her hand tightly and catch her so she can't escape.

"Ma - wait, Mr. Rose... why... why do you say that...?

I know. Don't be angry. I'm the one who made you say what you're saying. It's my fault. So it's not a reason for me to be angry - I know that, but I couldn't stop the dangers from mixing with my voice.

Mr. Rose, just a moment apart,

"... right. If I were to borrow Mr. Rag's words, was it because there was an aura out there from you that [I want you to hear],"

"No, not that way."

Perhaps you meant to joke about it rarely for Mr. Rosé. But I couldn't stand it and denied it to block it. [M]

I think it was a shame that Mr. Rosé was hiding my eyes at this time. I wasn't sure I had a decent look on my face.

"Why... why do you say such sad things...? Why do you say such lonely things...? If you really think I'm one of them - does Rose think I'm not one of them...?

I tried to keep my voice from trembling, but I couldn't. I was rubbing my voice and talking in a tone like I was about to cry. [M]

- No, I'm not. What are you going to do about blaming Mr. Rosé? If you want to blame me, I'm the one who made you say that dialogue.

Breathe heavily and eat your teeth hard.

"... I'm sorry...! No, it's my fault... sorry... I didn't mean to lie. It's just a little weird, so I didn't want to worry about Mr. Rose... I'm so sorry...!

I admit my inaction, exhale my trembling breath, and utter words that I could not help but say.

"... but please, don't say that. Mr. Rosé is a valued associate of mine. It's an important family. I believe from the bottom of my heart, and I will never betray you. So......!

I was speechless no more. My throat was jammed and I had to indulge in the urge to bite and push my back teeth. I just squeezed Mr. Rose's hand in this hand so tightly. As the unspoken thoughts convey, please.

Eventually Mr. Rosé's sinking voice fell, pounding.

"... I'm sorry..."

Lower than usual, little whisper. The moment I heard that, I had a pain like a needle prick in my tickle and chest.

"... while I'm at it, she's a really clumsy woman... I just wanted you to cheer up... how dare you, that doesn't work..."

Signs of Mr. Rosé exhaling deeply. I lay my eyes down and a grieving figure seemed to float behind my lid.

"... well, earlier was my loss. I'm sorry. No other way, please, don't be sad like that."

Don't worry, I'll tell Mr. Rosé I'm still eating.

"So - so, Mr. Rose...! Something is disturbing, so...! If there's anything missing from me, I'll do it right...!

"No, that's not true, Mr. Rug. There's nothing missing from you. Besides, what you said earlier, it was very heartbreaking. Thank you. I'm more than happy to hear you say that about me and my dear companions and my dear family... That's all I'm satisfied with."

Mr. Rosé says so, but it's such a lie. Because...

"If so - then why...!

I grabbed Rosé's hands hard, covering both eyes, and shifted downstairs. A light shines in his sight, frowning at the glare. I immediately got used to my eyes and I looked down at Rosé's face.

I knew it.

"... why do you look so sad...?

I knew that before I checked my expression. Because I was bordered by grief from my voice, and my eyes covered my hands were shaking slightly.

Glad, satisfied - backwards of words like that, Mr. Rosé stared at me with such a frivolous face that he was likely to disappear now.

To my inquiry, Mr. Rosé turns his gaze aside.

"Sounds sad, does it? Do I look that way now…?

With a sad face and voice no matter how you look at it, she said that. As if I'm unconscious. I stare at Mr. Rosé, pulling his jaw and nodding. [M]

"Yes, it just looks that way. Because... if you're happy... if you're satisfied, why isn't Mr. Rose... laughing...?

As soon as I asked, Mr. Rosé blinked as if he had been poked in the void. Put your gaze back on me.

"Laugh...? Am I?

I heard words that I didn't even think of, but as if to say, she listened back. Make your amber eyes patchy and seemingly unexpected.

I really don't know why I'm saying that - it was such a face.

At that moment, I realized. Keeping it to myself, until now, I've completely lost track of such a pivotal thing.

In retrospect, I wonder if she [hasn't laughed once] since Mr. Rose became one of us.

Seems like there have been several times when you wrap around a soft atmosphere or smile a step in front of you. But has there ever been anything like Mr. Rosé laughing truly out of touch?

No, I don't. At least, I've never seen it.

"- Could it be... Mr. Rose... all the time...?

When I opened my eyes to my surprise and asked him to whisper, Mr. Rose glanced at Amber's eyes slightly, as he noticed something again.

Mr. Rose's hands moved, and now he blocks my mouth.

"... no more, don't say"

Eyes down, Mr. Rose said quietly.

"What Mr. Rag is trying to say, I'm going to know. But..."

Sifting, he shakes his neck sideways and shakes Ashgray's hair, which looks soft. The scent from my long hair slightly tickled my nostrils.

"Please. Please don't say anything anymore. I still enjoy too much happiness. There is you, there is Princess Xiaolong, there is Mr. Flim... there are people who call me companion and family... just being in such an environment and saying I am so happy that I am not... plus forgetting everything and laughing etc... I can't. Because it's beyond that because it's more sinful than it is now."

……

As if - no, to exactly what Mr. Rosé said about treating himself as a sinner, the truth is, I stopped breathing. He ran a sore chest and his throat was jammed.

I didn't know. I didn't realize it at all. I can't believe Mr. Rosé had those thoughts.

But if you think about it, it's natural. Mr. Rosé is a very serious and honest man. Now, I won't let you out, but the emotional sway is very wide. Sometimes I think too much about it and go wild.

Guilt.

Now Mr. Rosé is possessed by it.

The "Volkling Circus Case" that inspired us to meet - at that time, a really large number of people died in this float rise. One cause of this was the technique "Corpse Recycling", which had been developed by Audis Volkling, the leader of the handler cluster Volkling Circus, and the other was the murder of his unjust son and thought man, Siglos Schweinberg.

Needless to say, both are within Mr. Rose's Lortolinze Volkling body - [flesh parents].

"Originally, I'm a great sinner who won't even come true to be beside you. I'm no longer out of my way, but if it's true, I'm the one who should name himself and be rewarded for the sins my father and Siglos have committed. This is how we live forever without being blamed for it… what more do we want"

I'm an idiot. Why didn't you notice? How could I not notice you? Mr. Rose was so worried. I was in so much pain.

――――

Tears came to my eyes at my so impudence. No, that's not all. More than that, Mr. Rosé's chest is unimaginable. How hard would it have been? How painful would it have been?

Even I, who was a man in the field, was devastated by the pile of corpses I saw in that incident. I was mentally wounded and could not regret myself for being helpless.

Not to mention, in Mr. Rosé's case, he was a party to the case, whose culprit was the study of his real father and the rampage of his belly brother. It must have been unparalleled despair, such as the wounds I suffered.

"Because of my father and brother, I drove a lot of people to death. It's not just this city, it's even my home city...... no matter what you do anymore, its sins can't be redeemed. I am the woman who should be in hell. He's a true person who shouldn't be happy."

……

I no longer listened. Looking to take off Mr. Rose's hands blocking his mouth, but that doesn't come true for the overwhelming difference in force. Still, I couldn't help but raise my voice.

"Mmm! Mm-hmm! Mmmmmmmm!!"

My will to protest was supposed to be conveyed even if I couldn't vomit a decent word or something. I shoot a strong gaze into Rosé, who stares at me with a smiling face from the top of her eyes blurring with tears.

- That Mr. Rose should be in hell? Is it something stupid that happens? The bad news is the sigloss. Whoever said anything, that man was the root of all evil. There's nothing wrong with Mr. Rosé, and on the contrary, he's one of the victims. And yet Mr. Rosé suffers with his sins, and he can't be happy. I can't believe he's absolutely wrong!

I raise my eyebrows and sue him with my eyes. Did you convey my will, Mr. Rose even looked down and waved again?

"Thank you, Mr. Rag... for being kind to you. I'm sure it's not me that's bad, there's no blame for me - you say that. And when I hear that word, I guess I'll still be sweet to your kindness. No matter how much I discipline myself, I can't deny that I have myself in your sweet words. But then you can't. Because you are such a..."

Mr. Rosé cut the words there and opened his eyelids with a whisper. Eyes like everything I've given up stare back into my eyes.

"I repeat. Please. Don't say anything more about this matter. Please, don't be nice to me. Don't try to save me. Don't spoil me.... I intend to understand that I am self-satisfied or selfish. But... please don't help me because I'm a newborn."

Even let the truthfulness seep into his voice, Mr. Rosé begged.

"Happily, pain. To joy, suffer. For fun, pain. Happiness should be accompanied by flashes - my positive emotions should be accompanied by negative emotions at the same time. Please forgive me for being spoiled by this outrageous suffering… an ultimately boring hell. This is the only redemption I can make..."

I turn to Rose, who begs me not to reach out and let me stay like this, as if I would even see it on an SB I've never even seen.

What I'm trying to say, I know somehow. That's Rosé's obsession, too. Perhaps Mr. Villey and Karel, who saw me jump into the security room with Hercules to help Hannu, and Mr. Ashley, who tried to stop me from going into the herd of dragons to save Nieves, felt the same way. In that sense, maybe I don't have the right to complain about Mr. Rosé's [fluent].

But.

"I'm not asking you to understand or accept. Just forgive me. If you look at me and pretend not to see me, I don't want any more. Nonsense, I just want to suffer...... I just want to keep suffering like this, that's all I want. That's my little redemption. So...... it's absolutely impossible for me to forget everything and laugh innocently for the rest of my life. That's all, please understand."

I couldn't convince Mr. Rosé that I was pale.

Above all, the poor quality is where Mr. Rosé himself understands his inaction properly. I'm just frustrated by the consciousness of sin, and no one can help me, not even Mr. Rosé himself. Yet I can't believe I hope to be unhappy myself - isn't it really for nobody?

"... I apologize for imitating the absurd"

You finished saying everything you had to say, and Mr. Rosé finally took his hand off my mouth. Removed from my mouth, I open my lips to say something aggressively - eventually, it hardens without being able to say anything. My throat is full of breathing organs. [M]

…………

I know Mr. Rosé's character. I also know I'm ready. That's why words don't come out. I want to say something, but I can't find any words to say. All the usual dialogues I would choose, Mr. Rose just got ahead of me and sealed them off. I can't say a kind word, a salvific word, or a sweetening word. That's why they say things that will kick you to the bottom of hell even more.

Her hands stroked my cheek as I looked up at Mr. Rosé with an indescribable face.

"Thank you. You are a really sweet person... please forgive me for putting such kindness into you..."

As merciful or deluding everything, Mr. Rose's hands gently comfort me.

"... Huh!

But I didn't need that kindness, and I couldn't have been deluded into doing it. I devour my teeth and use all my strength to pierce Mr. Rosé's gaze. Like slapping a whole bunch of unspoken thoughts.

That was the time.

The entrance to the room opened and there were signs of someone coming in. I hear conversations between women far away. Hannu and the others are back.

"... Princess Xiaolong and the sword ladies are back. It's a meal. Can your body wake up, Mr. Rug?

"... Yes"

There was nothing I could do to make my reply feel like I was going to be blurry. I was only dissatisfied with Rosé's answer.

When I woke up, Mr. Rose stood up behind me and walked out toward Hanu and the others who had returned from the buyout. Rosé, in a blue combat dress, joins the three of them approaching us with a paper bag that would contain the lunch or something they have purchased, arguing that it is nasty.

I was still sitting on the floor, looking behind her and thinking.

…………

The back of my chest moans. My lips and tongue quail. I'd like to say something to Mr. Rosé, but I can't put this feeling to good use - I was gripped by such a dilemma.

Is there really nothing you can say from me? Can I do nothing to Mr. Rosé, who has declared that he will live with the sins of that case for the rest of his life?

In the first place, Mr. Rosé has a hard time treating himself too lightly. It has been since I first met him. As soon as we meet, you try to make a mistress pact. Mentioning it there, even mentioning that the citation offers everything but life. Extremely, when I was in the hospital, it was the "Declaration of Behind." If I die, Mr. Rosé dies after me, too.

Because isn't that the word that came out of guilt in the end? Sinful selves don't deserve to live, but you can use your life for me, so when I die, it's time for me to die, too. Isn't that the word that came out because I was thinking so?

In the sense that you don't skip yourself, you might be similar to me. I don't intend to have a spirit of self-sacrifice with me, but apparently I'm a person who's prone to such behavior from the perspective of others - and I have a sense of consciousness.

But I've never considered myself unhappy, and naturally, I don't think I'm in hell at the moment.

Why.

I'm sure that's because Hannu is here. Because there's Mr. Rose and there's Flim.

I'm not trying to be particularly happy myself, but I can be happy because everyone is here. I mean, they're giving us happiness from the people around us.

…………

In silence, I stand up with my hands on the floor. Yes, I can never be happy on my own. That should be the same for Mr. Rosé. Alone all the time, in the shadows of "Hancer," as I was changed when I met Hannu.

Isn't Mr. Rosé's happiness up to us?

――

The moment I realized that, I felt I had gained the heavenly revelation.

Yes. I can no longer complain about Mr. Rosé's beliefs. If that's the way of life you can't bend, let's rather respect it. Let's not deny it, let's accept everything.

But Rose told me at the hospital, "Don't be so lame anymore," and, "If you die, I die, too." Next time you throw yourself away, please [you're going to kill me] and do it. - Is that good? 'Like you said,' there's got to be something you can push me to say.

So I took a big breath and screamed.

"- Mr. Rose!!

My loud voice echoed in the large room, and the four women looked back in unison. But at this time, I was full of heads about Mr. Rosé, and I didn't think about anything else.

To the amber eyes that turned strangely, I proclaimed to slap.

"I will - I will make Mr. Rosé happy!!

――

Three people except Mr. Rosé - namely, Hannu, Mr. Villey and Mr. Ashley - look wide open and dismayed. But I was desperate to keep looking back at Rosé without paying attention to their reaction.

"Whatever pain Mr. Rosé has, whatever pain he carries, I'll be happier than that! Whenever I feel happy, even if the pain runs! Even if the bitterness mixes with joy! Even if your chest hurts when you're having fun! Even if my heart snaps when I'm happy! More than that - more than that, I am! I'll make Mr. Rosé happy!

My breath is disturbed immediately because I keep shouting loudly. As I breathed heavily on my shoulders, I put my strength into my stomach and wrapped it up like this in the declaration of victory.

"So - no matter how painful or painful Mr. Rosé is! No matter how hell you think you are! Extract unhappiness from happiness! If total happiness were bigger and more positive - that would be my win!!

I let Mr. Rosé, who was as stiff as the hour had stopped, make a unilateral declaration and hold my fist.

…………

Flattering Mr. Rosé.

"Nah... nah, nah...!?

Mr. Ashley, who opens his rugged eyes like a plate, turns his face bright red and alternates between me and Mr. Rosé.

"... this is... amazing..."

Mr. Villey smiles bitterly and sighs, alas.

What are you talking about...?

Hannu twisting only one person's head without grasping the guidelines.

――――

Rosé, gazing at me, slowly opened her lips and tried to say something.

It was that moment.

"Beowulf - - - Huh!!!

"What!?

Zudadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadad and grabbed my shoulders. The face of the raging sword curtain is approaching, and Mr. Rosé's appearance is hidden from my sight.

"Oh, oh, Mr. Ashley!? hey what...!?

Around, rugged eyes opened, and anger burst out when the explosion sounded.

"What not?! You are the one who is speaking now!? Here, in this place - not only in front of me or Captain Victoria, but also in front of Princess Xiaolong's eyes - what is P, PUP, and PROPOSAL!? What did you see in the whole thing? Request an explanation!!

"Heh!? P, propo-!?"

My voice also flips over to Mr. Ashley's startling remarks. While black-and-white his eyes, he recalled his own remarks about what had happened and what had led to such a misunderstanding.

- [I'll make Mr. Rosé happy].

"Ah..."

Instead, I was pale when I realized that I only had an idea.

I've been talking a lot about you.

I just thought I was going to scream the words as they were, but that was the wording that was going to be a hell of a misunderstanding.

"Oh no!? This - this is different!? It's a misunderstanding! That's not what I meant -!?"

As hastily as my heart was going to pop out of my mouth, I also crossed gestures and denied it.

"So what do you mean, you threw up a dialogue that only sounded like such a proposal!?

Stuck in words, ghoulishly, at Mr. Ashley's penetration as he slashes sharply into it.

I can't possibly explain the earlier story as it is, nor can I think of a lie to delude you in a daunting way.

"Uh... er...!?

I can swim through my gaze as I sweat and dazzle from a pore all over my body. Then, Guillarine, and Mr. Ashley's eyes sparkled an even more sword-soaked glow.

"- It's no problem to see that the words of explanation don't come out right away, which means there's some kind of bottom line!?

I peel my eyes at the conclusion that it is too soon.

"What!? Yes, no, wait a minute please!? - Oh, yeah! Me, Rose wasn't the only one who said I wanted to be happy - for example!? Hannu or Flim - yes, even Mr. Ashley can be one of them! I mean, I make everyone close to me happy -"

"- You have really, really good guts, Beowulf"

My distracted version of Ashley's story, which was so wild and insane as the stormy sea, changed to something surprisingly flat. It will be such a voice, like being weak at once and at a border where anger and sorrow have passed.

"Really? I can't get tired of Mr. Rosé alone, even Princess Xiaolong and Flim. No. On the contrary, did you put this me in perspective as well? Could Captain Victoria be included there as well? Yeah, that's a great spirit of fraternity, Beowulf."

Ashley's floating expression cannot be seen as a result of her leaning over and her red-gold forehead hiding her rugged eyes. But when I detected disturbing signs from that low voice, I could not mistake it for a good misunderstanding, etc. Instead, the unpleasant feeling just accelerated.

"Oh, uh, Mr. Ashley!? So, you know, I think there's a misunderstanding -!?"

To my claim, Mr. Ashley shook his neck sideways with his gaze down at his feet.

"No, I'm fine. I'm not misunderstanding or anything. I understand exactly. You want to say that you didn't intend to propose otherwise, anyway, with the Aya of the Word or something? Yeah, I know. I heard your excuse earlier and fully grasped it. [I didn't mean that to you]. Yeah, I guess so."

Though pale, the fruit, deep down, was Mr. Ashley's tone, as if the magma were pulsating.

"... what is it? What do you mean, this? I didn't think you were so unrestrained. Yeah, in retrospect, you did the other day. You do these things without offense. That was also true when me and Flim were in the shower. You've jumped into that place worrying about us purely, haven't you? Yeah, I know. About not intentionally......!

Mr. Ashley's arm, which grabs my shoulders hard, is shaking with a pull. It is still the volcano just before the eruption that is reminiscent of that.

Bad. This is very bad. As it were, I...

"I can't let this happen."

Mr. Ashley accidentally raised his face and looked at this one.

"Heh...?

There was an unexpected strange voice.

Mr. Ashley had a fuller grin than he had ever seen before. Yes, as if - a flim when you're seriously angry.

When women get along with each other, I wonder in a corner of their head if this is what makes this place similar.

"It's a waste of time preaching, so let your training beat your sexual roots back in person. Meals, of course, later. Anyway, now, it's full speed. Whatever the circumstances, slap him into your [pompous] head about how guilty it is to throw up a dialogue like 'I'll be happy' or something like that in front of a woman in public. Be prepared, Beowulf."

Giggling, making a noise and Mr. Ashley's finger eating into my shoulder. You look desperate to fix your smile, Mr. Ashley, but I found it obvious that blue muscles floated all over the place and that the toe of Kanakuro was about to run out of bees now.

"Ah... Um...!?

The story no longer makes sense. I don't really come with a pin, but even if I didn't, I seemed to have committed a totally out taboo femininely.

- Me, I stepped on a mine...!? No, rather as much momentum as I stepped through......!?

"Let's get started"

Mr. Ashley grabbed my root and walked out. Villey, Rose, under normal conditions, my arm strength doesn't even reach Mr. Ashley's feet. Whether or not, resistance is meaningless or not, it is drawn to the center of the room without the art of exchange.

"Oh, that ahhh!? Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that me-!?"

Being pulled backwards with Zuri, I uttered an apology for at least mercy. However,

"No excuses are fine. Let me tell you that you are responsible for everything you say and do, even though it may be the Aya of words. Yeah, [this is what I say too], but still, Beowulf, your detouring bluntness is no longer a sin......!

Mr. Ashley was turning behind me and pulling the collar of his jacket, so I could see Rosé and Hannu, who had just hidden from my sight.

Seeing it, very rarely, Mr. Rosé was kneeling on the spot with his face covered with both hands. What that posture means is sadness, or shame? Being round and shivering as a newborn deer reminded me of Mr. Villey the other day in my brain.

Did my thoughts grieve Mr. Rosé, or was it yet another salvation? From the gaps in fluffy, long ash gray hair, his ears were peeking bright red like boiled octopus, but that alone could not tell what emotions Mr. Rosé had gained.

Hannu and Villey are walking over and calling out to Rosé, who is getting smaller. Watching the sight, I heard Mr. Ashley's push to death from behind.

"To its insensitivity, which defies the heart of a woman, I give you a bow. Know that inadvertent statements are evil, Beowulf - no, Ragdishardt."

Instead of a meaningful alias, Mr. Ashley, who told me my real name, let go of the back collar he was grabbing.

Then, even harsher training began, so much so that I wondered if Hell's fierce special training until just now was heaven.