Have you fallen a few more times as you fled the Rogue and fled the narrow, dim alley with selfless obsession? The body was covered in mud, scratches and scratches, and the clothes he was wearing became like crude puffs.

What I got to was a dark, city bubble, like I was depressed by the darkness. Surrounded by the outer walls of tall buildings, it never reaches the light of day or anything from the sky covered with cloudy weather that is still going to cry out.

Dim and full of strong odors, it is as if all of the filth of the Imperial City is gathered here. It's the only place I can get away from, get where I want to go. I'm limited to Rogue, and I don't have anywhere to go anymore. In a shadowy corner, I have to hold my knees and tremble so no one can find me.

- Yes, if that man abandons me, I have no choice but to decay like this.

When I think of it that way, nature and tears overflow (flood). Neither the cry of sorrow mourning thoughts that have no place to do, nor the whimpering of pain that tightens the heart, will ever come out, but all the tears will just flood your eyeballs, passing on your cheeks and flowing. He seemed helplessly reminded me that all my life so far had been a bluff and that I would have to end up alone.

Think about it, I've been neglected by him since I was attentive. Everyone who sees his own face said with their mouths together that he is a child who should not be born.

How is it me, is it just me? How many times have you thought that? I was just born with the power of darkness, but I wondered why people had to hate me for just that. I didn't mean to do anything bad. I really didn't want to hurt anyone. And yet, from the beginning, everyone kept looking at themselves like that.

Unexpectedly, I remember the family I saw earlier. They all looked happy as they walked through the city of Empire. My father, my mother, and the boy. Just like that's the norm.

My father, my mother, his son and three, the way my family is, I shouldn't have been any different from them. How could the goddess not have divided that smile among herself? I don't say selfish. Just a little bit, just a little bit, so I wanted myself to share that warm circle of smiles with my father and mother.

The boy told his father he wanted sweets. Besides, his father responded with difficulty. The mother also cautioned with her mouth, but did not show any disgusting bare hands. It was just warm the way it was. I was dazzled by the way it was. I was jealous.

I've never wanted Rogue, not even my father or my mother. How could that boy have allowed it? Hardship, spiciness, sadness, even though you don't know it.

"Ah..."

In the footsteps I hear, my voice leaks. Someone's here. In a place like this deep in a dark ditch. A stray or a vagabond unfamiliar with the way of the imperial capital. Gendarmerie patrolling the city? Or is it Rogue?

Turning around, eventually, the scenery is revealed, illuminated by the creeping light.

Yeah, it's, like, the face I saw...

"You guys, are..."

"I didn't know you were here? Human weapons. Hey, criminals."

"You were right to ask him. No, we're lucky"

What reached my ear was a voice that didn't even try to hide the overflowing brutality. It was the wizards who had been hired by nobles who did not think Rogue well and had been involved. Yes, that rough tone guy and the rough tone guy. They both have a gloomy light in their eyes to look down on. Raggedy, raggedy.

"What are you doing here?

"It's decided, isn't it? I don't know..."

"You've been making fun of us all this time."

"So I have to have that drop on me!

The wizards are approaching. At the end of the escape, there was no further escape. Soon after he rises, a man with a loud tone casts his magic. Things around wind magic swept up, flying with the breeze.

"Ugh, guh!

He falls into the ground. And soon to be bored by the pain, the next one strikes.

It was the man with the crude tone who cast the spell. Spinned with a rambling voice, the magic created a flame, forming itself to surround itself.

"Ah, ah... agu... ooh"

It sears with the heat of fire, steals the air, and wriggles and suffers, as I say I do not intend to kill you in one thought. The appearance of breathless spiciness is still a fish raised from the water, and the nappy figure is like a worm with wings. Hot air jumping into my throat and the heat of the flames burning my skin.

He held his throat to suffering, rolled down the ground, and for how long he gasped for heat and breathlessness. The enclosure of flames that were tormenting themselves if they were aware, had disappeared, and instead the wizards were looking down on themselves.

The pain that comes down. Heads, arms, backs, feet, men stepping on them. That, however, is like dealing with trash thrown down on the street.

When I looked up between the steps, I saw the faces of the men. Faces like it's heartfelt fun to talk about yourself. My head filled with hatred.

That's when the word someone told me comes back to life. Don't be taken in bad faith. He said we should not give ourselves up to hatred. Once you've deposited your heart, you say you're not who you are anymore.

"Whoa, whoa, what's going on? You don't use magic like before. ? Ah ?"

"Apparently, the magic has already pounded the bottom. The youngest of the twelve, Yuji, has fallen."

But in a world like this, you don't have to keep yourself. Because it is. Because where I stubbornly restrained myself, I could never get what I wanted.

He said, "What's with the eyes?" Not only was it nicknamed a monster, but it was actually a genuine monster. ? "

A man with a rough tone kicked me in the ass. The body jumps on the alley floor, hits the wall and stops. There was no more pain. I also forgot how spicy it is. Only the flaming fever of hatred that sears us was all that afflicts us now.

"Oh? What? Motivated? In such a lame state? Ha ha ha!

"I didn't know you'd get up even if you hurt me so much... you just have to crawl like you unnecessarily"

The mocking voice was deaf on top of this. So whatever power I used, I wanted to turn it off.

"I..."

... I did, but at the end of the day, I'm sure I'll be gone. But if it's just such a hard world, there's nothing untrained about it disappearing. You just have to get caught in the dark. That will end it all. You just have to break it, lose it, like the nasty look that went around that night. Nobility, the wizards in front of you, the city of Empire, the inhabitants, that happy family. Nothing. If it's gone, I'm sure I won't be alone.

So,

"Disappear..."

"Ah?"

"Go away... go away..."

"What? Have you gone crazy?

"Go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away."

Everything, it's gone. Yes, I tried to evoke something blacker, that was then.

and, and, and. Unexpectedly, I hear unfamiliar noises. Is a certain such sound that is hard and holds treble, footsteps? You can still hear it from where the wizards are, from behind the shadows of the building.

- Buddhi brahma.Buddhi vidya.

(- Wake up, power. with great knowledge)

"Ah..."

I was invited by the sounding voice, and when I looked up, I saw a stretched shadow.

Eventually, when the shaded place was over, one man emerged from it.

- Asat nada Arupa-loka.

(- The voice is very high in heaven)

The man in unfamiliar black is mumbling something as if to whine. The figure of Sora is somewhere with loneliness, as if he were a reaper who came to greet those who are at this hour.

- Kalabingka mahamaya om karuma sam kri

- You release the original sin with a sweet sound.

The man never stops, but still, and, and in footsteps, walks.

"... you guys don't punish me either. Is it that much fun to have someone around?

A man's voice sounds like it's over in the alley. What thoughts do you hide in that look that you may not know as (like) top-down? It is as quiet as a surface that does not even stand, but it is lamenting something that cannot be done.

A rough toned man turns around and captures his appearance in his sight, peeling his eyes.

"Temehe..."

"Are you a countryman who interrupted us then...... what can I do for you here?

When a man with a crude tone asked, he opened his mouth as the man with a crude tone remembered.

"Oh! Oh, no. You were looking for the killer in the Temee coma, weren't you?

"Speaking of which, I heard you were arguing with a brave man"

A man with a rough tone creaks his jaw.

"Look, this monster is the killer, right?

"The killer you're looking for was her. Makes me look like I'm working for the Empire, and I'm a total villain."

I can hear you screaming. Besides, the guy in black, he snorts like it doesn't even seem funny,

"Bad guys? You guys are the bad guys, right?

"Hmm?

"You're not sure what you're talking about. What the hell did you mean by that?

"You're seriously ill if you don't know what you're talking about."

"What ?"

"- Is that bad for your ears? There's really nothing you fools can do about it."

Did you feel hostile towards him when he broke cold, or the wizards set him up.

"Hey! Don't come any closer than that!

"No way...... are you going to even put criminals on their shoulders?

"Oh, you say, no way."

In the words, a man with a groaning tone reveals a mockery and flaunts his shoulders.

"Then you've damaged it. Earlier, the voice sounded like a chant of a spell, but just spin the magic and shoot it from behind."

"Now it's just the two of us. I'll kill Temé here, too."

Two wizards are sentenced to death by a man in black. But he shrugged as if pointing out a difference of opinion as to whether he was obsessed with other words that were not the proclamation.

"Damaged..?"

The bow turns to something that drives unspeakable fear. At the same time, he began to blur by the wind blowing from nowhere around him.

"Huh...?

"What ?"

Men confused by the changes around them. The man in black opens his mouth so as to make them listen like that.

"... heaven far beyond the earth in which we live - the ultra-polar pure soil is supposedly home to a creature called Kalmuka (Kalbin). The beauty of the voice is so unparalleled that even a strange voice bird is considered a kind of revelation in covert science that it is heard when a human dissipates a higher-order ego to advance to the next stage."

"Temeye!"

"Again, I don't know...!

"This magic is a reproduction on earth of its fantastic creature, the hissing (nasty) of Kalamiya. Normally, the dissipation of the higher order ego can only happen to the higher-ranking sorcerer, and it can only be achieved by the higher-ranking sorcerer who can hear the hissing of the Garuda frequencies. If an immature magician hears something like that - well, what do you think will happen?

What you ask was not a provocative voice, back to back. If you notice, the man in black - the eyes of Swimey Goatee - were stained with burning crimson.

What was lit there, as if looking at an unforgivable enemy, was a strong will of anger.

- Samadhi kalpa devanagarai.

- Hear, O thou, a voice that will never end.

"Fuck, fuck!

"Wind! With your long-standing strength..."

Before the voices that begin to spin, the wizards feel and move that the danger has increased in intensity.

But it's too late.

- Samadhi Kalpa nada.

- Listen to me, you sound endless.

A descending light strip paints and burns a giant scarlet magic formation at his feet. Not only the shapes, but even the letter symbols emitted blood, and their influence or cobblestone sank into the black shadow, as if they had stepped into the bottom of a dark ditch. In it, only the red glow dazzled strongly and remained in his eyes.

The men can't move. For a moment now, even thought was tied to the unusual atmosphere of the place.

And

- Vahana amanasa samskara buddhi karanda trishna.

(- Submit yourself to the thirst of your sweet voice by sublimating yourself to the three worlds.)

The sweet hissing sounds of Calling Frequency. At the same time that the key word was freed from the mouth of Swimei Yakagi, it overflowed with a strong glow and dazzled my eyes.

It is, however, as if it had been dropped into the invisible light above and below heaven and earth. When I noticed, in the vast sight filled with white light, the outline of the brilliance, similar to that of a giant flying bird, rose for a moment with the hissing of a sweet voice, which I felt as if it appeared dazzling (meow).

"Ah..."

Opening his eyes on the occasion of the subsidence of the light burning from outside the eye lid, he was deprived of most of his magic and there was a figure of the wizards lying on the cobblestone. There is never any indication that they will move.

I mean, with that flying bird ascension, did they take everything?

"... too early for immature mages. It's only poison such as the gospel. Due to the action of the higher-order ego, the lowly sorcerer can no longer contain the rampage of self-desire, which is the lower-order ego, letting go of the magic, which is the power that embodies desire (glare), and the control of the technique, which is its means. The sweet voice of Kalmuka (Kravinkaya). This guy's a magic trick for magicians like you guys."

Swimey Yakagi says so, glancing at the men.

"Never again do we have an illusion (...) with a strong magician. Both of them."

And then he spills his pity mix and walks over with two magicians abandoned. and cobbled, slowly, to eagle fried.

Eventually, I stopped in front of him.

"... you're late"

The voices released included apologies and relief.

Come, did you give it to me? Until you push the injured body. To his appearance comes the sorrow and the warmth that had been lost.

The spilled exhale was full of awesomeness without knowing. Again, this man was unchanged. Whether you hurt me with the power of darkness, run away from his thoughts, or be seen with such a monstrous face, you've come to help me. I'm glad. I'm so glad to hear that.

And yet, how can I speak a word that contains thorns?

"... did you come to get me?

But even in those words, Swimey Yakagi shook her head,

"No."

"Are you going to stick it out to the gendarmerie? You should want to catch the culprit."

"I wouldn't do that."

"So, to kill me, are you here?

Swimey Yakagi also shook her head. He said he wasn't going to do that.

What are you doing here, then?

"I'm here to pick you up."

The word also leaks exhalation. He said it was what I expected. After all, he came to help himself. Just like that night. But...

"Don't come, please"

Out about my mouth was such a rejection word.

Because I whispered to myself in my heart that even if I took this man's hand here, it might be a repeat of the same thing again.

Still, Swimey Yakagi walks over.

"Don't come..."

He shook his neck to the side and held his head so as to shake off the happiness that followed him around.

- I don't want you to come. Yes, that's a lie. I'm just afraid of change. If I accepted something like this, again, I felt like a great deal of despair would strike me. I was more afraid of betraying my feelings than the joy of coming in.

But still, the swimey goatee remains the same,

"Liliana. If you're getting smaller here, you can certainly make it easier. I'm sure that's what you wanted, too. But..."

Swimey Yakagi stops before herself entering. Looking up, there was a smile there that one day turned to me.

... His appearance here is not a temporary dream. The gently called voice is also not the void pronounced by the reaper that is heard during this time.

"... Liliana. There's nowhere here that you wanted. So."

Yeah, that's why I...

"- So let's go home. 'Cause nobody can take away your place of return or your place of return anymore."

Before all the happy dreams decayed, I grabbed the hand offered to me by this man.

It rains. Poop, poop. It creates a wet stain on the cobblestone, as called for by the sky unknown rain. There's no way you can keep your mind on turning back. As the rain grain stains, it also stains my heart with unspeakable loneliness.

- I always think. I wonder how this world is being tough on the weak.

Helping someone who can't be saved is soothing. No, and I wonder if it's a world that keeps being denied no. I wonder if that's the world.

Though what tears of sorrow bring is only sorrow. Though all anger without a place to do brings is despair that never goes away.

But that kind of irrationality may be the reason for the world. What I'm doing is denying the logic outright. Use magic to alter and resist the flow of nature without making the irrationality good.

I know that's against cooking, that's unacceptable. Because that's what my father knew when he thought about the end of the road he followed.

I lost my family myself, but that wouldn't be her ratio that has been neglected so far either. The desire to save it is but the pride of the blessed.

But even a little, just a little bit, this grief... At least, I just wanted to get rid of this lonely spiciness for you.

Girl crying in her arms. He is complaining to heaven with all the tears he has never been able to shed, and with the voices screaming for sorrow he could not raise. Where in her shadowy face that is not yet stubborn was the so-called need to embrace misfortune? Everyone was not given what they had, suffered, all the hard thoughts were high and piled up like a curse.

Still, I think he did leave kindness in his chest, and he lived. Otherwise, you won't run into evil for someone else.

We still don't know what the hell drove her to murder like that. But...

"... cry. You can cry all you want when you want. When you're done with that, eat yummy mon fumble and go to sleep. Then I can forget everything I don't like."

She spills quietly toward the tearful heaven and gently strokes the head of the girl who groans. Be merciful. Even for this moment alone, I wish I was at peace.

... Maybe it was too late for me to be here. Faster, that's what if I could have come to her long before I was summoned to this world, the results might have been different. Either way, it's nothing more than an excuse.

But still,

"Not yet, we'll make it. Because that's what my magic is for..."