The Seamstress Girl

Part of the wall mirrored, then reflected the Arjits like TV.

I'm not sure I can explain Mr. Ariadne's misconceptions well, so what's wrong with me? And she asked me if I could see my memory... and now my forehead and hers are connected by a single thread.

I was a little spooked when I gave you my permission.

It can only be read in this world, because I can only read what I remember in my previous life, or it can be light.

I don't want to be seen in my previous life on boulders, when I didn't know about handicrafts, my mental depression & (for my parents) my good childhood.

Black history.

"Hmm, I see..."

I tilt my neck at her with a deeper frown wrinkle.

"Mr. Ariadne?

"Aria's fine."

With that said, she, Mr. Aria, waved her finger.

The passage that Master Arjit and the others were going through suddenly grew walls and blocked them.

"I made it the main road."

He said bitterly to me, surprised, and waved his fingers even more.

"You just can't turn off the size you once decided and the pseudo-boss."

As the show changed, a screen that reflected Master Arjit and the others reflected a single woman.

"The slightest curse scattered from her."

Black... and say, dos black.

Disgusting colors, like rotten and worse

The shape was female, but when I looked closely, my skin and everything were the same color.

It's a horror film.

Sore, who stood shaking, suddenly rotated his neck to gaze at him.

The eye area was hollow.

"Huh?

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"You were a living spirit... intelligent on the street."

"No, no, no, no, no."

"Oh? You don't like horror?

That wasn't supposed to happen, but I can't stop shivering.

'No?'

Aren't you scared?

"Feeling bad, bad?... of the kitchen, full of pests, over here, conscious, directed, senses'

"Oh, oh, I see."

By the way, I can't even hear the name... you know, for a friend in my previous life, I don't speak the name either.

One would normally be exorcised (confrontation?) I can, but the organization is unreasonable!

Even one is as scared as they come in a group to a screaming presence if they fly towards us.

"Reborn, what's best is that there's no such thing as that black demon in this world."

Mr. Aria also squeaked strangely in the face.

Oh, it doesn't exist?

The kitchen was out of jurisdiction, so I didn't know.

Something relieved me.

"It's a pleasure."

I can gently stroke my head.

"If they don't knock me down, the door to here won't open, so... it's almost irrelevant that you push the curse scatter, and I think you can do as much as wreckage disposal."

Hmm?

"Demon, former, Spirit Cloth's?

Niccoli smiled back.

"Was she a super masterpiece for me and Sakura? It's like my kid, isn't it? In the first place, this country was built so the spirits could stay safe and happy? What kind of a human being is that?

My eyes, they weren't laughing.

No, I'm the cure? I said...

Yes, a problem before that?

... at the time you brought the pest closer, you couldn't forgive it, could you?

"Isn't cute justice? I wish I could have seen those pretty spirits and destroyed the kind of people I could harm, the kind of countries that would raise such people, without caring. When did the priority change?

Wow, no.

Mr. Aria is as beautiful as a goddess, but the goddess, even a goddess, seems to have been a goddess...

While doing so, Master Arjit and the others reached during the pseudo-boss.

Master Arjit's mouth called a man's name.

The atmosphere of a pseudo-boss changes.

My lips were distorted by laughter, and I felt like I was happy, but...

It was even more creepy.

Ahhh, let's sew it up so it doesn't calm down.

"Yandere is not a hobby, I want you to kill her at best and have nightmares about her body. Wow."

with a cheek cane, says Aria.

Oh, they're connected? To the former queen.

I... had an out-of-place craving bloated for Aria, a thread of gold overflowing around her and the only person hiding herself even though it was an upper body female form.

Gold thread is a stiffening of a high concentration of force.

Magic?

I'm pretty sure it's Mr. Aria's power.

"Um, with these, Mr. Aria's clothes, make them, okay?

Aria's luscious atmosphere pulled into my offer of surprise.

He turned his eyes round and gave me a gentle smile.

"Craftsman."

I can stroke my head softly.

"I'm glad you're the first transworldly reincarnator I've spoken to properly."

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

It's good to see you, too, Aria.