[Urgent Request] How to Take Care of an Abandoned Dragon?

Suddenly, my voice echoed in my brain.

Late, footage pours in.

It rocked my brain, and my emotions.

I can force you to look at something you don't want to see.

Much like the sight I wanted to forget, I'm about to throw up on it.

It's the cold eyes that are pointed at you.

Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes.

Stabbing is a voice.

And words.

(Didn't come)

Even at my sister's request, I should have said no.

That way, I wouldn't have had to see anything like this.

(Like this, voice.

I didn't listen to it, it was done)

My sister called me a lifeline.

But I am.

It's not worth it to me.

Why, my sister, is she trying to give me value?

It has been so for a long time.

My value has already been determined.

Even if I add, it's already been decided.

No matter how much you study.

No matter how delicious you remember the recipe.

No matter how much you try to remember something.

That doesn't make me worth it.

Something I remember, something I wear doesn't make me worth it.

Because there's nothing in me.

-... it's...

For a moment, I felt like I heard another voice.

That was a voice that denied my idea.

But my father, my mother, my sister, my grandmother must think the same thing in my stomach as this voice.

One day, the time will come for me, too.

Someday.

Absolutely, come.

Just like this sight, there comes a day when you can be dumped from your family.

That's settled.

It's just the difference between early or late.

I wish I was worthy enough to despair about that future one day.

But nothing.

I don't have anything.

Gonske has the value of a rare species.

Dombeye is also worth the Dragon Race.

Both Pong and the cats who have been at home deserve to be played animals.

Yes, just as my father has the added value of being a former hero.

To the whole family, and to my classmates, it's worth it.

But I don't have anything.

I recognise that.

A life that is neglected and just hated.

If you are forced to find value in that life.

It's worth it as a doll.

value as a doll just to be told but listened to.

Value as a puppet that can be hit with depression, as a stressful dissipation.

I think that's a good idea.

Still, because value is worth it.

- You, you're an idiot. Is that what you think I'm gonna do, stop being your friend?

If that's the case, I'm gonna cry with a bee.

And now I heard a clear voice.

I know you well, your voice.

If I may borrow that official's words, I think I'm still happy among the dolls.

If someone else says that about me, I'm sure I'm happy.

And that seems true.

"No, you just don't want to be unhappy,"

The whining voice, there was no emotion on it.

It's like I squealed, not having anything to do with my will.

I guess that is.

But I'm worthless, and there's something important about me besides my family.

My sister looks back at this one wonderfully.

"Did I say something?

The question clears my consciousness.

It's like waking up from a dream.

"Hmm? Did I whine?

"Oh, no consciousness?

You're not possessed, are you?

Saying, my sister puts her finger in the shape of a gun.

And when he pointed it at me, he imitated shooting.

"Bang!

Voiced.

But I didn't expect my shoulders to be lighter.

"Nothing in particular."

"Was it swallowed by the air?

My sister touches my head with my words.

And I stroke around squeamish.

My hair got bumpy.

"What?"

"I'm checking for mental contamination.

What, huh?

You know, I thought during the day, you're also a stalker?

"Why?"

It's marked with a tracking technique.

"Marker?"

"Magic version of the transmitter"

"Heh, there's that"

"Besides, I'm engraving it directly into my brain.

Who did this to you?!

"Come on?"

Something I like.

"Is that bad?

"Huh?"

"You just know where it is, right?

Or do you hear this conversation?

"The eavesdropping ceremony is not knitted, so it looks like the only specification the operator will know where it is.

So this exchange is not telling.

But this human rights violation is also a good place.

What do you think? "

"Huh?

I don't think anyone's interested in me. "

I'm oblivious to magic in the first place.

My sister would know.

"No. I'm not.

Me and you, ghosts are sensitive to malice from living humans anyway, right?

Not to mention I can't do this unless I touch it this way.

You let someone touch your head?

outside the family.

To tell you the truth, it was Nokan who stepped on it. "

"Trampled? What's that?

I don't remember that.

What's touching your head, more or less gonsk?

"What about Dombeye?

"Yes?"

"Don Beye is hypersensitive to magic, isn't he?

There was something wrong with your attitude, wasn't there?

"Even if they say so, I just kept it.

Oh, but maybe you were freaking out about me once in a while?

But that's when Gonske was nearby. "

That's why I was freaking out about my father and mother until I put on the collar today.

"In the meantime, is that, when you get home, huh?

Now. "

My sister looks around.

I was followed, too, and I looked around.

That was the room where the vanity was.

It was bright in the room.

The light is plugged in through the window.

It's like, daylight.

"Do we have to check this place out?

Hey, wow. "

My sister groans when she sees a point.

As soon as possible, I notice a unique and annoying odor.

"Wow."

I realize that, too.

A man-shaped rotten thing was falling on the floor.