Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Mekfis sees himself definitively in his fading consciousness.

As I recall the past, I come back to the back of my brain clearly - about a day when everything has changed.

The real feeling of being alive was about to be accomplished by looking at the living past.

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It was a mediocre family like anywhere else. If I were to mention the strong and unmediocre part, would the family living in a house on a red roof be famous in the neighborhood as a magician?

Above all, the two sisters who lived there were so beautiful that those who lived in the town had nothing to know. I was born in such a warm area where everyone treats me like a child or grandson to the kind of friendliness we always act together.

He looked similar as if he were a twin and was beautiful enough to be seen at a glance in town. My sister only makes one dough with purple blue hair. Active, well-perceived and rusty personality, the nostalgic expression has a reputation throughout town. Hit and change. My sister has the impression that she is a gentle daughter who is sober and sober because she has walked one step behind her sister like that. The resemblance was its face and back length, and her sister had stretched out soft brown hair with a slightly thinner pigment reminiscent of autumn sun accumulation.

Poor white skin as ceramic as the blood vessels look thin there on the other hand. She was always a daughter wearing a long skirt to hide her body thinness, and her jacket was also like a feather weaving a hand-sewn cape.

If the two of us go out, there will always be a voice for our sister, and the men will gather together.

However, because she has a sister who turns around behind her, she often turns a social grin and sneers.

My sister has always admired, respected, admired, made a goal and loved such a sister since she was born to this day. I intend to make an effort hoping that one day I will be like my sister.

It was the role of the sisters to protect the house while their parents were on assignment in the outside world, as usual.

But it was also abrupt for my sister that the two sisters were twenty years old and the temporary first peace broke apart easily, but the foretaste had been for years now.

If you think about the magical talent your sisters thought they would be given by their parents equally......

"Fathers. It's been a long time."

On the way home from finishing the dinner buyout, with the sun stained with cedar, the two were on their way to their home on a small high hill. The two go up the main road against the background of the warm indoor light that lights up the potpourri.

My sister, waving the subject of her talk to the pretend, broke her face behaving in such a manner that she did not cause anxiety to her sister.

"Meliá's worried. I'm sure you'll be fine. Your father and mother said we'd go away a little this time."

"Yes, but..."

"I'm sure your father and mother will want to go home soon. Yeah, I'm sure there's plenty of reports left. I think the Governor already knows that. I need to get my moxibustion in place once."

Jol, his sister, turned her soft eyes in a frightened manner. "I wanted to follow you," he hung out to the edge of his throat, swallowing words that seemed to overflow. Maybe I should have turned from the beginning.

The choice to follow does not naturally translate into action. Yor had never thought about leaving Melia alone or anything else at one time, and he was determined that was something he shouldn't do.

Yor always felt the difference made in magical qualities so much in his sisters. On the other hand, I was starting to have similar feelings for my parents about not having to put my sister out into the outside world, if I had to go. My sister said she had to protect herself.

'Cause it makes me think that I'm only about a month away, too. He said he absorbed all of his sister's talents.

My parents seemed to have avoided it too, but Yor and Melia were originally twins. But Yor was born prematurely and early, and Meliá was left in her mother. She was born the following month as an immature child. Although it is a very rare case, Merliah was a life to give up, given the risks of her mother at a stage when she found out she was a twin.

But the story was that my mother, whose only physical sturdiness was like selling, was given Meria with the benefit of healing magic, which at the time was the degree of cell activity.

That's why I thought it was my job to protect Melia. I knew my sister who envied herself, but that doesn't bother her.

Even so, the surrounding rating only gives a legitimate rating on the back of Yoru's feelings. Is it because he has a double-digit magician for his parents, or at twenty, Yor became a single magician now?

Demonic invasions are still harsh and magicians are often driven out into the outside world. The only magician who can fight defenses is the one who can help.

Above all, the nation wanted a powerful magician in preparation for the next invasion.

I wouldn't say it with my mouth, but the people who live here also behave brightly and have a trembling day.

"Yol can help the fathers..."

Yor's chest tightens to the sound of mourning such helplessness. Meliá was the only one in the house who was desperate to live up to her expectations by this time, shaming and blaming herself.

When I was a child, my father gave me the opportunity to learn magic by myself.

It was negative to be a magician as a matter of house policy, but magic is to help oneself... as a power to protect one's life. My father probably tried to teach at the end of the grid.

But that was the beginning of it all. It was an inevitable beginning.

Everyone is equipped with magic, an energy body to make up magic. But Meliá couldn't do anything as if the magic itself had been lost.

Magic is the magic sphere contained in the blood from the heart, which is the circulatory system, as its root. Born as an immature child, however, Merliah was suffering from dysplasia of the magic sphere in its organs. It's not as life-threatening as it sounds.

At least there was no Merriam among the magicians whispered from around.

Still, Merliah frustrated the training before, which hadn't even begun, and she kept crying all night that day. Then, even for a few moments, if her parents and Yoru stayed away from the house, Meliá kept remembering one person with a groan.

Decided not to come out of the room after that.

Yor knew from the day he frustrated that sister, such as what she was doing. It's not once or twice that I watched silently outside to delay my return time.

And to the sipping cry heard from the window gap, Yor held his knee and even bit his back teeth and waited for time to pass.

Perhaps Melia is still annoyed every time her parents go out into the outside world. That was not something that could be dissolved even by Jor, my sister.

So even though I know it's irresponsible, I spit this lie on the phrase "you can help me," right?

"Meliá's got a lot more talent than I do, and I'm sure it's not far from the magic of sleeping or the day you wake up."

Yor spins with his floating teeth so that his grief does not ride the words.

Melia made a grin like she was forced to drink it down to such words of encouragement. Yor doesn't take me straight from the front with the straight gaze that Meliá points at.

And Jol's gaze behold the neck of Merliah, and it is all the best. That's why you make smiles and delude them.

In fact, Melia was harder than anyone else. If it were just one genre called magic, there would be armaments up in Yor. Still, even Yor, a magician, was outdone when it came to chores, sewing and knowledge. How much effort have you made in the shadows? Because I'm watching beside you...... Yor is unnecessarily resenting himself.

I decided to protect him so much, but if I just put it through my efforts, Yor wouldn't even reach Meliá's feet. Yet Yor's talent blossoms remarkably, and his surroundings honor him with his hands up. The word genius that is spoken lightly.

Yor was scared and couldn't even imagine how much it hurt Meliá to be cleaned up with talent and a word.

So the fact that in addition to magic, he was given the honor of an honorable single magician at the same time expressing a rare power further tormented Yor.

I don't need too much power to save mankind. Why didn't you work harder than anyone else instead and give your wishful sister some strength?

It was meticulous, but that day, Yor had his family celebrate.

So Melia celebrated Yor more than anyone in her family.

I praised Yor more than anyone else.

I was more pleased with Yor's promotion than anyone else.

I envied Yor's talent more than anyone else.

I was more jealous of Yor than anyone else.

I greeted Yor more than anyone else.

Meliá like that elsewhere. My parents only saw Yor at this time. And all Yor could see was Merliah.

Only I know. I know because it's me. Give me the distorted smile my sister points at......

That's why Yor couldn't leave Meliá alone no matter what. That's the mission to make the most of this power.

You can be hated if you can protect your beloved sister. It was Yor's desperate decision to hide his heart after accepting the status quo.

That's when - when mankind assembled in one place and finally was able to live... that appeared. A black, huge, disastrous demon......

It eats humans and immediately feeds itself.

The largest level of evacuation recommendation was made to all mankind a week after my parents went out to the outside world… two days after the emergency call to Yor was hung.

Yor left Merliah with the thought of being pulled back at her hair. "I'll be home soon," he said, leaving.

Left alone, Meliá decided not to go to the evacuation place she had heard from Yor beforehand but to wait at home for her return.

The demon appeared in the story of Alpha. Quite far away, in case they invade this far, it won't change where they evacuated.

I guess that's the only difference between living an hour longer.

No, I thought it was the only duty for Meliá to be powerless to protect the place where she stayed and returned to this house.

I wait at home repeatedly for the self-blame that has gone on for years as to why I have to wait for my family to return to their place of death where only I am safe.

Without even turning on the lights, Merliah hears only the roaring sound of a rocking chair with an emotional view of the setting sunset.

How much have you enjoyed with the thought of blood seeping? The anxiety in the house was already at its limit. Because I mock my helplessness so that the fear of waiting for me to return is proportionate.

Because I can do my chores. Because I can sew clothes, what is it?

Why can't you use magic like everyone else...... that's all that's painful. Now it is time for the people of the town to treat them warmly, but that is because they have excellent parents and Yor from whom they were born.

It is not necessary to live up to everyone's expectations and even compare them to Yoru, who has easily exceeded those expectations. Merliah betrayed her expectations before she was completely skinless. "Oh - I'm glad one of you inherited your talent," someone said of the neighbor's uncle, who still accuses me of having one heartless word in his ear.

Merliah is not recognized for one thing. I don't stop feeling that way.

One empty solitude even though it's supposed to be part of everyday life.

Since when did you start thinking about this? "Oh, your father..." The words that follow support your throat. Melia leans down to look at her knees.

Yes, I threw up on the pretend, my father's words to Yoru: "That's our daughter" - words to Yoru.

Even Meliá knew well that she was not a parent that would make a difference between them. That's why I thought. After all, that's what I meant.

For Melia, her parents love her, and so does her sister, Yor. Everyone loved Meliá. Every day is fun and warm.

Parent expectations that still pass.

"Huhuhu................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

A self-derision and an unknown face for no reason that leaks unconsciously. Such thoughts were interrupted because of the noise of noise in the doorway.

There can't be any other people left in this town. Shortly after I thought so, the plundering voice did make Meliá's tympanic membrane tremble. I can't possibly mishear you.

Because it's...

I'm finally home. That's what I thought, and Melia jumped out of the room in a hurry, and I was stunned.

And there fell Yor, who covered his whole body with blood.

"Yoru!!!! Yoru Yoru Yoru......"

Running over and looking at his whole body without a neighborhood with a confused head.

There was hardened blood stuck like a sore lid "cassava" over black skin. I plugged my thin arm in to hold him up and let him lean against me.

But Meliá feels the raw feeling in her arms and she feels agitated. Yor barely opened his lid to his desperate calling voice.

"Ya, pa, ri... evacuate, you didn't..."

"Wait, just... just... just... there's a bandage somewhere, I have to stop the blood..."

Yor pulled weakly on Meliá's shoulder, waving her head. I don't feel anything called force there just because of the weight of my arms.

"Well, listen. Your father and mother..........................."

"I don't like it!! I don't want to hear it!! Yor won't leave me alone, will he? I don't like one..."

"Me too...... sorry Melia"

Words with only correctness on them should not deviate as usual. I was staring into Merliah's eyes so she wouldn't let me get away with it. You must have gotten so far even if you were seriously injured. I guess I've run this far even though it hasn't been long. Instead of sweat, red and black blood was dyeing all over her body.

Coldness as if it had already expired. It's so cold that the temperature drops so far... it was just as cold as iron.

Why don't you go out of sight as usual. All this time, I couldn't help wishing for Melia either. I didn't want to believe it.

"Yor? Yor, yor..."

I can't find the light that's always vibrant in my slightly open eyes. Shizukuishi, like the last one squeezed out, makes thin membranes.

But the power to shake Yor's body was weak. Even if someone had to call a doctor, there's no one left in this town right now with Meliá.

The silence visited was not what Meliá came down for, though she had lost the art of exchanging. In the quiet house, Merliah stared down at Yor's face with a tasteless, dry look that could be taken lightly.

"I don't like being alone, Yor..."

Then he turned to AWR, whose gaze overflowed his lid. Two pairs of short knives. It was bought by her parents the day she became a magician.

It's the fruit of the talent she showed.

Shortly after seeing it - Merliah's mouth angle lifted like she touched the harp line.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Funny, funny, funny and occassional.

I can't cry when my sister, who I love more than anyone, dies. That's when I realized it. I slept in my back, the emotions that locked me in a cage.

Pull out only one short knife. I thought it was heavy. Slimmed metal weights dwell madness as one murder weapon.

"Dead, dead, dead ah... Sin, daaaaaaaaaaa... Yoru, yoru... hiku"

I was always jealous. Admiration and hatred are emotions that can live together. I loved it and neglected it at the same time. Without her, he said. Still, she is Merriam's sister. She is a sister who cannot replace anything.

He is a strong sister who always protected me beside him.

The hand holding the short knife slips out of his hand when the blood is all seeping in, quietly making a dry noise of karan and vain on the floor. I bury my face in my chest, which has stopped ringing like a hug. If it belonged to her, even if there was blood on her face...... but she stuck it to Merliah's mouth and her dry tongue licked it unconsciously.

".................. sweet"

Dowdy late overflowing tears. It constituted a source of one being named Yor. I felt a strong yol in the blood flowing through my throat. I felt like giving myself strength so my sister could come in.

Yor was felt in me. Everything about her fills me up, it reassures me.

Feeling the yol going all over her body, Melia whimpers furiously.

"Don't leave me alone. Ooh... Yoru"

Keep hissing and crying. Melia wanted to be with her, she always wanted to be with her, and she kept licking the sweet feeling blood that flowed out.

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