I always feel that after the familiar scene no longer appears and becomes a fact, I don't have the energy to do anything. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Why is that? I once confirmed in my heart that Neri was just a prop in my parents' vision of being a "steady, reliable, and loving older brother". But that ideal didn't hold. I failed. If I had the opportunity to meet my parents again and learn that I had not been able to do what I had promised, I would have let them down.

They will lose faith in my expectations.

I guess I was disappointed that I couldn't be a recognized person.

The main reason for my mental exhaustion may not be that no one asks Nairy. It's because I'm disgusted and angry that I don't have credit, so I'm just angry around.

…… Ah, it must be. Eat the hollow black sphere created in my heart, and its composition is the self-blame for myself.

Even with this, the feeling of emptiness has not gone away.

I don't know what the part of the "self-blame" eats. I can't find ...... answer at the moment.

The cave is full of emptiness.

I was wrapped in a black coat, and the strong wind was squeezing in from the right back, but for a moment, as if there was no hindrance, penetrated my atrium .......

At this moment, I moved my nose and smelled the smell of the air.

Something is wrong –

——！

"What are you doing, why are you doing that?"

「…… Not. 」

Someone with a sharp blade tried to stab me in the back...... But the operation failed.

His right arm was dragged behind my back, and his left cheek hit the hard stone ground.

He immediately had a concussion, his face contorted and moaning in pain.

I tightened his right arm so that it clicked, and he let go of the knife in his hand in pain.

- Boom.

I straddled his back and maintained his strength and posture. He had just run for the thrust, and he hadn't recovered from his breath. When he came back to his senses, I threatened the man:

"Again, why did you attack me? If you don't answer, you will break your hand (click...... Ahhhh 」

I don't get used to this body quickly, one day I'll hurt myself or someone close to me, and I've been wary of that. Probably caused by a large amount of adrenaline secretion due to assassination, and if you are not careful, you will make a mistake.

The poor Assassin himself had mostly whites of his eyes and small pupils. Unprepared, he felt the intensity, and his eyes rolled up in pain to reveal more white areas, as if he was about to die. But the unexpectedly strong willpower kept him going. His cheeks were white, and his chest was panting violently.

…… Anyway, there is still a left hand to threaten.

I was amazed at how rational I was able to do the first time I hurt someone (unintentionally).

Could it be the monster's genes, or the influence of life's experience?

I wasn't distracted, still staring at the man. Because of the clamping on his changing hands, his eyes suddenly widened and cold sweat broke out. He gasped and tried his best to open and close his bloodless lips:

"Bastard bastard bastard (Huhu), give me death!

The first words he tried to burst out were those, and he used all his remaining strength to use my restrained hand to grab the front of my shirt to vent his anger.

I don't know how to respond. On the one hand, I was angry that I was coming face to face for the first time with someone who had radical thoughts about the beast, which was impossible for the retina to be conveyed in books or films...... Of course, it's possible that I'm suspicious. Because I always felt that he was angry and grabbed my palms in the front of the placket, as if he were touching my breasts...... Cough.

"Fuck you damn pervert......

"Stop, you're not allowed to touch her!"

In the middle of my speech, a gust of wind pressed on my back—a female voice that came with the wind cut me off.

Clador emerged from the darkness of the woods and stopped with his colt in the dirt near me.

She left her foal and came to me, pushed me away, and rode the man.

I was amazed to see that the cradot, who had continued to restrain him, beat the man with more ferocity than I did.

Klado's fists fell, and the man's body shook unhappily from his head and face to his back.

"Haven't I confessed so much that I can't take out my hatred on innocent people......? What, you stink of alcohol and think you have the right to do whatever you want, and you still break the curfew, idiot?"

「…… Woo, it's not human...... It's an abomination...... Beasts. 」

"I say...... Klado, even if it's an aftershow to avenge me, but it's only monotonous anger, and I don't pay for it without other tricks. If the other party dies, it stinks even more. 」