Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

Currier Verstein was about to get some sleep in her own bed.

Students are given private rooms in this dormitory.

As a currier, I was thankful.

If the two of us were in one room, it would have been hard to do something.

As he washed away his body dirt and fatigue in the bathroom, Currier quickly returned to his room.

Not only when you're dressed in a strip yard, but even when you're walking down the hall, because somehow the gaze of the students around you gathers.

The same was true when I was washing my body in the bathroom.

At first, I thought it was because I was found to be from the Sixth Chamber.

But I saw no malice or fear in the gaze I could be directed at.

Would it be more accurate to say that it is hot?

In retrospect, from day one, the gaze was directed at Currier.

Out of the blue, maybe they haven't really received anything about the Sixth Chamber.

For instance - combat classes and after-school behavior have spread, and I wonder how odd people seem to me.

Apparently, some people praise that action.

Then I'm also convinced of their reaction.

It's just... even though it's a hostile gaze, it doesn't make a difference that I'm uncomfortable.

So I just decided to run into my room.

Originally in the dormitory, there are few places that make sense for me to go.

It's synonymous with a place that means nothing to me except where I need to live.

If there's no one to entertain with, naturally, there's no one to blossom into the story.

Pinch the end of the duvet with both hands and lean slightly upwards.

…………

And - for some reason, the face of a man who was supposed to form an offensive squad for the Holy Ruins came to mind.

In a nutshell...... he is a weird man.

I don't know. It's a rare metaphor, but I'm going to believe you when you tell me you're from another world somewhere - such an impression man.

Did you get that impression because, in every single reaction, you saw some sort of grittiness?

Even with pronunciation, yes.

Seems like a native of the East, but with a slight but incredible hint.

Of course, it is so fine that I wouldn't know if I hadn't listened carefully.

... I just don't know why.

I also find that pronunciation oddly reassuring.

…………

Consciousness becomes blurred.

Currier closed her eyelids gently.

In fading consciousness...... or in dreaming, the sight behind Currier's brain emerges.

That's what I remember when I was in the Sixth House...

What do you think about death?

When the woman asked that, one answer after another was thrown back.

"Death or..." Death, "I will kill one day. If you can, first, I want to fit in."

"Oh, no! It's too hard for me, you just know what I mean! Somebody, let me hit you!

"It's a hard question... what do you think you're going to die for?"

"What the hell are you talking about! I know I'm the Death itself!

"It seems like no one has to die... a warm world... someday... I wish I could come..."

"Death is the test that mankind must overcome ahead… and necessarily, I will overcome"

"Die."

…………

"Hahaha! I want to die! Sounds so funny! Somebody dramatically killed me!

That's how my turn came.

"It doesn't seem to me to mean anything to me to live or die... if he's not convinced in the end..."

and the moment I mouthed that answer,

Everyone turned to Currier in unison with a face that didn't even know what he was talking about.

Until then, no matter who answered what, everyone was on the lookout.

Currier, who became somewhat embarrassed, blushed slightly and leaned down.

That way, the 'they' answer continues again -.

Currier wondered when the hell this would be remembered.

But I can't recall the exact time.

The only thing I know is that I remember when I was in the Sixth House.

But Currier still remembers that time.