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The boy seemed to be genuinely tired, and covered his face with his unbandaged right hand.

Under the harsh autumn sun, I came to the clock tower that I had not seen for a long time.

Clock Tower.

Unlike in central London, the scenery of brick and stone buildings reminds me of my hometown. On both sides of the street, there are still buildings from the 12th century, which are cleverly blended with modern architecture.

The town, which consists of more than 40 student dormitories, more than 100 academic buildings, and businesses that bring convenience to its inhabitants - this entire area of land, as well as the original schoolhouse that stands in the center, is called the clock tower in awe by the magicians.

Depending on the school department and department, the structure of the town varies greatly.

At the center of the modern magic department that Master manages is a path called Sla. In fact, it is said that Sila was only a perimeter of the clock tower about ten years ago, but due to the increase in the number of modern magic students, the Magic Association felt that there was still a need for dedicated land, so they quietly bought it.

Of course, from the perspective of modern magic, it is a sudden debt, and although the modern street called the clock tower sounds good, it becomes a cheap scenery on another level. Although I don't know what to do with this cheapness.

Back to the point, in the modern magic school building.

"It's better to say that the word life is synonymous with the unknown. Although there is a sense of being manipulated by someone, such as fate and irreversibility in the world, there is a feeling of being manipulated by someone, but in fact, even that person can only think of the result, isn't it? Just like the outline of an article and the design of a machine, no one can guarantee that the process will achieve the result, right? The probability is always just a number -- the sudden loss of inspiration, the loss of parts in the middle, and the fact that someone has to modify or even overturn the original result because of the process, which is what we call changing fate. But whether the new outcome will be good or bad for us is still unknown. Therefore, there is no fate in this world, only established facts that can be changed. ”

So. The boy, almost covered in bandages, leaned over the bottle pole and looked at Grey—that's what I said.

"You don't have to be so depressed. It's not your fault that it's happening. ”

"Ah......h

Then I realized that the boy was comforting me, but did the way I came to this conclusion need to be so different? No, huh? Why did he think I was depressed? Is my face so ugly?

"No...... That, I'm ......."

"Well, it's actually almost a little more than 30% of your fault. ”

“…………”

It turns out that it was really just comfort.

Should it be defined as a polite remark?

"Why a little more than 30%?"

"The three of them are divided equally, and one of them has to be sacrificed. ”

"Why me?"

"Ladies first. ”

“……”

Can't the boys be the first to do it?

"How's your recovery?"

The boy cleverly changed the subject, can't you make me complain a little?

"It's okay, it's okay. I heard what happened next, Miss Rhaenys. ”

"Rhaenys?"

"Master's sister-in-law?"

"Full name. ”

I wondered for a moment, and then said Miss Rhaenys' full name.

“…… Reines, El-Melloi, Archisorte

"Hmph~~, I feel like a little girl with a very bad personality. ”

"She's about your age. ”

"In terms of real age, I guess I'm about fifteen years older. ”

Although there are some inexplicable things in the middle, we all magically do not deny the bad character.

For a period of time, I was in a state where I and the boy were talking to me. On the way, several students gave us strange glances, or teenagers, to be precise. It's right to think about it, after all, no matter how many weirdos there are in this school, there is no way that there are people who wear standard hospital gowns, are almost covered in bandages, and are holding the hanging bottle pole and talking and laughing with girls in the corridor of the school building. Or is it that in the eyes of those people, it is more strange to talk to yourself as if you have nothing to do with such people?

“…………”

However, I accepted it, no surprise, no consternation, and accepted it as a matter of course that the boy appeared like this, and treated the boy as a daily routine when he suddenly started the topic and said inexplicable things, and kicked all the questions about why the boy was here and who he was and flew to the edge of the universe.

Well, I'm a weirdo. But when did I become a weirdo? As a weirdo, I thought strange questions.

The results will change with the process. If I hadn't met the boy and the red color, I wouldn't be where I am now. Thinking about such things without scruples like this is something I would never have dreamed of before. Of course, it's another thing to say it, and I haven't changed to that extent.

………… Huh?

I tilted my head.

Although it is true that I have changed my state of mind at least compared to my previous self, this change is completely inconsistent with my original imagination, on the contrary, the most fundamental things have not changed at all, and what I don't understand still doesn't understand, and what I don't understand still doesn't understand, that is to say, I haven't changed at all. But I've changed, though it hasn't changed at all, but something must have changed on top of that, I'm so sure.

"As long as there is the will to be the real thing, the fake is more real than the real thing. ”

The boy suddenly came to this sentence. It's not the first time, after all, that's how his topic unfolds. But this time it was different, and the teenager didn't start the conversation with that.

"This sentence is remembered first, maybe it will be useful to you, or maybe it will only be useful to you, in terms of my current interpersonal relationships. ”

Are you saying something that people don't understand, is it because it's the words of an important person?

"Here's to you. ”

The boy handed me a document with dense words on it that made my head a little dizzy.

Well, it seems that I am really not the material for learning.

"These are some little secrets of your Law and Political Science Department, remember to return them to their original owners. - So...... Bye-bye!"

"Huh?"

So the boy really disappeared. It's really amazing.

But...... Wait, no...... Hey!?

Just when I was overwhelmed.

"Gree's dear―――――― dear!"

Monogatari is back on track again.