Two as One Princesses

That day, to go home to my parents, I was on a night bus.

I guess I should have slept until I got to my destination, but I think it was because I wasn't used to it or because I wasn't sleeping in the dark, and I was confused.

I remember clearly because of that.

Floating sensation that struck suddenly and an intolerable shock.

It also feels like billionaire to move one finger with pain. Groaning heard from around.

At the very least, I wish it had been someone's song, but I was dead while I was thinking.

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I thought I was dead, but I woke up for some reason.

And it was very cold. The air felt like it was cold, I could tell that the thing that was flushing at me was cold, and the sound of Jarrah saying that I could hear it...... is cold. Everything I could really feel was cold.

I can't raise my voice, I can't move my body, I can't see.

Are you blindfolded and bound by something?

Even so, I think you should move about your fingertips.

You can go around your neck, and you should be able to speak about it. Yet even though the senses do exist, they cannot move the body.

Surely I should have died, so is this hell?

You think you'll be tortured in a situation where you can't do anything like this? In the presence of sensation, will my body be burned, my hands and feet cut off, and my flesh shredded?

Just think about it, my thoughts go in the wrong direction, my body should be able to tremble, my heart should be able to burst, but it's something that's going to take about a cold sweat, and there was nothing like that, it was just horrible.

How much time would have passed.

I was able to calm down a bit because nothing ever started.

I can't see my eyes, and my body can't move freely, but I have a feeling, so I thought I'd try to grasp the status quo again, and my vision inadvertently opened.

Its position is obviously high, and if this were my height, 2 meters would be slightly over.

But it never meant I grew taller, and somehow, it felt like I was flying in the sky - I honestly don't feel good because I remember when I died - but what I saw there was a baby like I wasn't even born.

Am I dreaming? [M] Dead is the mistake, and now I may be sleeping on the bed of my house.

Though I thought this through to a sense of reality escape, the memory of death, too intense, denied it.

Does the fact that he's dead even make him a ghost? Until now, I've never believed in anything spiritual, but when I see myself now, I can't deny it.

But the cold I still feel is certain, and I can't even tell you enough that I've become a ghost.

I can't say for sure that ghosts don't have feelings, but it's better to think they're alive than dead in the present situation, but somehow they don't feel uncomfortable in me.

If so, reborn? If the cold I'm still feeling is what that kid is feeling, I can still convince him.

Is the current state a guy called Physical Exit? Rebirth and special power. What a story, but could a phantom departure be a special force?

It's certainly convenient, but it doesn't flatter me.

I have memories because I have seen people on TV my whole life that I have memories of previous life, so I don't even know. This one, like a ghost, though I didn't believe much.

I've given it a lot of thought, but if you ask me if I can live now that I've been reborn by the baby in front of me, I'm pretty desperate.

Whatever, my body, to prevent me from escaping - I don't know if a baby of this age can escape - is shackled in both hands and feet.

There is no rust in the chain extending from the shackles, and it is fixed with piles, dripping to the ground along the bed where it is laid.

The bed is made of stone, far from comfortable, and the clothes being worn have one white, thin piece of cloth cut.

The room as a whole would definitely be a stone wall, stone floor, iron plaid.

I'd like to see it outside the cabin, but they can't get that far from my body, to the extent that I could see a similar cabin across the street or next to it from the gap in the lattice.

Whatever you think, it's not a good place for a baby to be put to sleep.

Is it something that you can continue to live in this environment as if you were taking minimal care of yourself?

Also, I think it was reborn somewhere else, but the wonder and anger didn't come to me. Either because he died once, or he's stronger to give up.

But why is this happening?

Though I have white skin like silk, golden hair like light, fresh blue eyes like sky, and I think she's a cute baby while I'm at it.

I thought so and looked at my body, I had eyes with myself.

Still, I seem to be looking at this one, and I can feel a clear will there.

Jarrah...... and the chain rings.

Suddenly I was surprised, but apparently this kid is trying to reach this way with his little hand.

But because of the weight of the chain or the lack of room for length, that arm was sewn up in bed again.

Me now - my soul? - is out of my body.

If so, there can't be consciousness in the body. And yet, as conscious as it is, why are you staring at this one?

So I realized. Deny the ghost for once. What is it, but isn't it like I'm possessed by this child?

He's a kind of dual personality. If so, this body will be this baby thing, not mine.

What a second life, like coming down and springing up, is not a bonus stage, but the beginning of a life for this child for the first time.

And yet why is this child being treated like this?

I don't think this kid did anything wrong. I'm not old enough to be evil, and in case something goes wrong, it's on this kid's parents.

Just think about it, anger boils over this irrational. If you're talking about yourself, if you've given up but are willing to babies, you can't look at the situation at all right now.

The anger, however, was interrupted by the sound of a knockout... knockout... heard from outside the barn.

The footsteps heard from outside the cabin gradually approached this way.

The sound, which grew slightly louder, stopped perfectly in front of the lattice in this cabin.

There he was, a man of nobility, dressed in luxury. He has a high nose, deep carvings and looks tall. Long, toned hair is brown, but eyes are blue. Obviously I am not Japanese, so it is difficult to get old, but did I just say 30s to 40s?

If I had dressed well as an adult and not in this situation, I might have admired it.

However, if the situation is bad, the expression is bad.

The man smiled inferiorly, incompatible with his majestic face, and with something like a flask, came into the inn.

I can tell when I line up with the baby, but the blue eyes look just like them, I wonder if he's the father of this kid. But even if I was a parent, I can't be relieved.

Rather, the discomfort and crisis increase.

A man approaching a baby is crushing something with a blur, but I don't know what he's saying that doesn't seem to be Japanese.

Then, ni...... and hoisted the edge of his mouth, he placed the flask he had brought on the bed and took the baby's right arm.

The caught wrist is very disgusting. After all, the senses are linked.

In the first place, observing the man wondering what he had come to do, the man had something glittering in his right hand. At the next moment, suddenly a severe pain runs in my right arm.

I accidentally looked at my right arm, but I just see stone walls and floors, and my right arm doesn't exist. Instead, there's no body - I guess it's because it's just a soul state.

Yet the feeling of being able to burn doesn't disappear.

I mean, you know what? When I saw the baby's hand in pain, it was stained bright red.

Beautiful red with no clouds fills my eyes with endless overflow and flows onto the floor of an inorganic chamber.

Its red, gradually, gradually, its head stains bright red. I don't think I can think calmly.

The next thing I felt was further pain and discomfort as if something were coming into my body.

If you look, a man was putting flask contents on the baby's wound.

The discomfort of something coming in is probably the contents of the flask.

I want to make it stop, but I regret that I can't do anything about it, and I stare at the man.

At the end of all the fluid flow, the man put his hand on the wound and crushed something. Then a pale light leaks out from beyond that hand and the wound is blocked if you notice it.

During a series of tasks, the man left the storeroom feeling excited, raising his joyful voice to a baby who would not cry at all.

The baby I left behind started sleeping quietly, but I couldn't get the sight out of my head.

Then I began to wonder if there was any way to protect this child.