Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

Humans want to forget what happened in their life.

They want to ignore it.They want to forget it's there.

i wish i could forget...

Yukinoshita Yukino said: "I want to stay here." A prayer.

Chapter 120 Short Story Three Not only that, Yuihama Yui is also looking for

The world is bittersweet.

It is full of broken promises and lies.

It is full of company lords and their slaves.

On top of that famine and exploitation there is endless waste, war and disease.Man is born according to the nature, and he has only a few days to live, and he must die after that.They lead lives in such discord it's almost like a bunch of rats trying to be human.After death, their bodies are quickly buried, their memories forgotten, and their lives are as meaningless as ants under a magnifying glass.

Whatever it is, whoever it is.

Yukinoshita Yukino's problem is not my problem.If there were no problems in the world, then no one would have to make sacrifices.Then no one will get hurt.Yes, that's the correct view.

The world is inherently perfect.

The days still passed peacefully.Yuigahama has a bunch of selfish normal folks to hang out with, and Isshiki keeps busy with his job as student council president.The servants' room was quiet, quieter than usual.The most iconic trim is gone.Under the snow will not come again.

Well, Hayama isn't very active either.

However, people still talk about them.The latest rumor is that Hayama will do something for Yukinoshita on Valentine's Day tomorrow.Of course, the gossiper might not even know the facts from the fiction, given their recent and long history of criminal behavior

Codified lies have reached a point where they are so unsubstantiated, so divorced from reality and possibility, that they are not even fiction.

They just thought Hayama was doing some elaborate Great Gatsby-style deals—including giraffes, zebras, and jugglers.

I tore a page from the book in my hand.I clutched the page tightly, trying to turn it over.The book's previous flaws of perfection and cookie-cutter irritated me.I guess it’s called OCD? Then again, I think a lot of people feel that way, but how can it be a disorder if everyone thinks that way?

Then again, mental institutions are not really democracies.

I'd better not be so depressed, though.The secret to a happy sweet life is to stop caring.Forget about the troubles of the past and move on.At the very least, you should tell yourself that this should work during the day, not ending until late at night when the memories start to flood you.

Every embarrassment in your life is like a slow moving train wreck.

Maybe I'm just losing sleep.But insomnia also makes me thirsty.

I just have to make my own tea now because no one else will.

When I'm done drinking, I go back to my seat.It is sacrilege to sit where other people should sit.Although they didn't come, I think some kind of Bushido honor requires their seats to be marked, even though they may never come.Maybe, it's just my sentimental talk.

Anyway, I don't like change.

"Hachiman... how do you feel about receiving a love letter?"

However, something did upset the balance between the four nations that once lived in harmony.

Behind me, a decadent chuuni was lying on the floor, looking at the ceiling.His overcoat was spread like a blanket under him.The guy thought he was staring at the clouds on a sunny spring day, but suddenly, when he glanced out the window, he saw a cold and unforgiving world.

"I don't know," I said, "I'm not the type to get love letters. Well, I do sometimes get ripped-up love letters because my locker is often used as a trash can. "

"You must have thought about it. Like what?" Zaimuko sighed deeply. "Oh, let a beautiful maiden send me her love in writing, if... if I were Lord Hayama... if he could teach me his The secret art of charm. It might be some kind of hidden ninjutsu."

"It may be a blood restriction." I said as I sipped my tea.Quickly, I put the glass down and accidentally spilled a little hot liquid on my hands and on the table.I wiped the table with my napkin, hoping the tea wouldn't attract vermin.

Then...my eyes went to that useless chuuji lying on the floor.

With no snow under it, rodents seemed to have started infesting the Ministry rooms anyway.I still hold the key to open the door, but Zaimokza seems to have developed a character to follow me.He's like a hermit crab, always finding a new shell to inhabit.

I am no different.

"Valentine's Day is tomorrow." Zaimuza said thoughtfully. "I wish I could get a girl's chocolate..."

"Oh?"

It's been a week since Cupid's Arrow opened.It's been a week since Yukinoshita publicly admitted to having feelings for Hayama.It's been a week since the hot pot party.I've been sleeping overnight at the apartment for a week.It has been a week since I met her family.A week ago, like the end of winter, she disappeared like spring snow.

It's been a week since I last saw Yukinoshita Yukino.

"Don't get your hopes up."

"You can't lose hope, Hachiman!"

Zaimukza thrusts his arms into the air in some exaggerated poses, using his limbs and torso to form the shape of some foreign symbol, and the result looks like a letter in the bottom of a can of alphabet soup.I wish he'd realized that by the time it's done on the floor, it's lost a lot of its drama and accumulated a ton of silly points, no?

Well, Zaimokza hasn't lost hope.That means he thinks he still has a chance.

"You're probably counting on the girls in your class to bring you chocolates." I took another sip of my tea and went back to my book.

The throbbing pain from my feet confirmed my hypothesis was correct.

"A girl saying 'good morning' to you because you've said 'respectful day, beautiful girl' a few times makes the atmosphere creepy and the awkward tension doesn't make her feel obligated to do anything for you things—not to mention giving you chocolate."

A painful gurgle slowly turned into a full-blown panic attack.

"Well. Just ask your mother to buy you some chocolate. At least you can honestly say that no girl ever gave you chocolate on Valentine's Day."

I didn't even need to take my eyes off the gray sky to know that Zaimokza was writhing in pain on the floor.

The stark skyline outside exposed the error of the weather forecasters.The coldest days are yet to come.Can I really blame them for lying? Maybe they're just incompetent and doing a terrible job.

Maybe, the only one who is denying it is me.

Looking at the familiar ceiling, all I can do is applaud myself for getting past some protagonist who can't control his impulses as he rips the sheets from his comatose classmate.Now that I think about it, compared to that guy, I've done really well.

Clouds still hung low.They were darkened and seemed ready for rain, snow, sleet or something in this cold weather.Maybe there will be a blizzard.

"Maybe someone misplaced chocolates on my locker," Zaimokza said thoughtfully. "So I can begin my romantic journey and return her chocolates to the beautiful girl! It will be an honorable quest. I will slay the dragon, lion and wolf that yearn for the truth contained in the letter. Then, on this holy day of carte blanche, I will return to this beautiful maiden with a gift of chocolate bonbons, which she deserves."

Zaimuza, your life is not an RPG.If so, it's more of a western open-ended RPG where you run around like a headless chicken than a well-crafted story-driven Japanese RPG.

My advice to you is to put as much data into Intellect as possible while you are still earning a decent income.With enough honey, even trash can attract pretty flies.

But for now, let's be realistic.

"They're more likely to take the chocolate and throw it in the nearest bin they can find. Because they don't know who you are or if you've contaminated the chocolate. That's assuming, of course, that you can find a piece like that in the first place. Chocolate as rare as a shiny meow."

"Goo! Hachiman, you hurt me!"

It's a pity you're not Totsuka, if it was he who got shot by a poisoned arrow, I wouldn't hesitate to rip his clothes off and start sucking.

When Jaekiza recovered, he implored passionately, "Isn't it impossible for me to get a bar of chocolate from a girl?"

I put my hand on Zaimokza's shoulder sympathetically and shook my head.

1000 years have passed, and people still talk about Jaemok-za's death on Valentine's Eve.

Experience has taught me one thing, girls can't go wrong with chocolate.

Girls spend a lot of time making chocolate.Every ingredient is carefully purchased.Every chocolate chip, whipped cream, icing and redlining is surgically finished.Even the silliest girl can do wonders for her true love on this day.

So if you do get something from a girl, it must be on purpose.

If you're the unwelcome jerk in class, you'll receive used gym socks, or "Go to hell" letters in pink lettering, and poorly tailored lace, and there's no doubt that these are A prototype of their actual greeting card.You're an afterthought—after they've actually played their cards, they feel that their failure shouldn't go to waste.So, in a capitalist farming world, you're cast as efficient fish who throw out their misshapen cards along with the rest of the trash.

I still have those cards—I mean—my friends still have them.

It reminds us that girls can be cruel.They are cruel, often where people least notice them.

It starts small.

It starts with an innocent smile.

It starts with an innocuous "hello" that's free for anyone, but it just makes you feel special.

Small step, constant corruption.

Soon, the girl is talking about you behind your back.

This gets every girl to hear about you.

You are a virus.

You are a monster.

You are sick and unfit for company.

I didn't make myself like this, it's the girls (that made me like this).

Girls are cancer.

The worst thing about girls is that they will always come and pester you.Just like a real cancer.

When I got home, my stomach was rumbling and I was craving an afternoon snack.There's no point in being in a one-man club.Opening the door, I smell burning carbon and sulfur.I looked where the fire alarm was supposed to be and saw that the ladder near it had been removed.Ladders were apparently neglected.I looked into the kitchen and shouted:

"Komachi? Are you in there?

"Here, Oni-chan!"

There she was, my flesh-and-blood sister, covered in...flesh? Scattered on the floor—candy hearts and red velvet icing.Looks like she's already tried baking.In the process of making a mess, however, this only adds to her cuteness stat.No matter how absurdly chance she was endowed with this endearing quality, all I'm left with are all rotting, recessive genes, which is of course cruel.Maybe she's the solid Komachi and I'm the liquid Koke.It's a giant bipedal tank armed with nukes and trying to blow up the world, which makes perfect sense.

"yahallo! small business!"

There is one more in my kitchen.

I squinted and there it was—Yugahama Yui, wearing the pink frilly apron Yukinoshita and I bought for her birthday.It still looked crinkly and silly, but this time, it was covered in what appeared to be grease, flecks of burnt chocolate and lots of ginger.Looking at the counter, I realized that there are so many mixtures out there that mortals don't know, can't know.No doubt the Dark Arts Library will be of keen interest wherever such material can be found...  

Then I looked at Yuigahama.I realized she was there, in my house.what is she doing here

"you......"

"?" Yuigahama's voice was low.

With her hair tied back in a turban, an apron, and a spatula—I admit it—she looked a bit like a housewife.Of course, this is under the assumption that any male would want a housewife who can't even cook a bowl of curry, but I'll leave that to Internet dating sites and middle-aged bartenders.The apron was tied tightly, accentuating her curves.She didn't wear a school uniform, but casual clothes.

They are a little loose...

They look so soft.Clothes, I mean.

and many more.

I should ask her something, right?

"What are you...in my house...doing...?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

There are mountains of chocolate chips tucked away in the corner.Heart-shaped molds and cutting utensils line the counter.On the table are milk, sprinkles, powdered candies and a sieve.The entire floor, their apron-clad bodies, and even the ceiling were covered in dark brown spots.

Slowly, I began to realize the purpose of Yuigahama's presence in my sacred home.

"I'm training with Komachi-chan to make Valentine's Chocolate!"

Yuigahama's pursuit of life is extremely cautious and appears ignorant in many ways, which could be mistaken for cuteness.But I'm pretty sure that putting her near a stove with any ingredients in it constitutes a crime against humanity by the United Nations.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing? You might create a t-virus. There's a zombie apocalypse in Chiba this time of year. It's sure to break the monotony of the day."

"I know how to cook! Komachi is showing me how to cook!"

Yuigahama puffed up her cheeks.Komachi was beside her, waving and calling various "Oni-chan".

I guess two incompetent women would do just fine in the kitchen.Some things - two wrongs equal one right.Or are there only two errors left? Anyway, I sat down to the phone, speed dialed, and wanted to tell the firemen.

"Oh. All right," I said.

I continued to scratch my hungry stomach and search the freezer, hoping to find some food that wasn't burnt after the joint Yuigahama-Komachi expedition.I took a glass from the cupboard and poured myself some orange juice, thinking I wasn't some uncivilized savage.

There are some leftover onigiri in the fridge, and I figured these would serve as a snack.Of course, a few fluffy grains, they don't taste particularly bad, so there seems to be no reason why I can't satisfy my slight hunger.Regardless, instant noodles are always a backup option.

Alright, time to enjoy my nutritious rice balls on the couch next to the phone.My hand was on the side, ready to make a quick call to the fire department.

As I walked out of the kitchen, I heard a pair of distinct voices behind me.

"Oni-chan..." came a deep voice.

"Xiaoqi..." came another deep voice.

"what?"

The silent anticipation made me lose my appetite.

"Aren't you curious at all?" Yubihama asked.

"Do not."

"why not?"

Yuigahama crossed her arms and puffed out her chest, as if she thought it would look cuter.She demands an answer.

"You're making Valentine's Chocolate." It's a logical conclusion that even a toddler can pull off. "You're all girls. That sure sounds like something a couple of girls would do the day before Valentine's Day." I turned and headed for the door. "Let's face it optimistically."And while I did say that, deep down, I knew I was going to enjoy my onigiri, not the fruity chocolate they tried in vain to concoct.