"What a waste, Flandrew. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The girl's smile froze.

"The fat has a great taste after being frozen, squeaky, and it is soft and smooth when it melts in the mouth, and it can go into the throat in a flash."

"And those brains, you've got them all over the place."

"You see, connective tissue melts into the plasma, which is very bad for the taste."

……

With each accusation, the girl's eyes dimmed a little, her head lowered a little, and tears accumulated in her eyes.

The girl felt a wave of frustration.

This is like a child who goes home with a full score in the exam and goes home to report his results, but his parents only pursue the scribbled name or something, and grasp the irrelevant places and keep reprimanding, which is awkward, uncomfortable, and even more aggrieved.

The girl's teeth clenched, not letting her aggrieved trembling and whimpering be noticed.

It's so hard, so hard to get you to agree, want to hear a word of appreciation, want a compliment.

You're also bloody, why, why can't you thank Fran with a smile like before? In that case, wouldn't the happiness that would have been able to make Fran forget these four hundred and ninety-five years of loneliness would continue?

Isn't that beating heart in your hand enough to show Fran's sincerity?

The girl gritted her teeth harder, clenched her fists with both hands, and the tears in her eyes finally overflowed her eyes and melted into the blood on her face.

After all, it can't be recognized, it's been like this for four hundred and ninety-five years, every day, every hour, every minute, you can only be an outlier who is not recognized, my sister doesn't agree, Sakiya doesn't agree, Patsy doesn't agree...... But these Frans are used to it, they are all used to it!

They can't experience happiness, and it's futile to ask for it.

Only you, only you, Yutong ten loves.

When I saw him today, I could smell the lingering blood on him.

That rancidity, that appetite.

Only you can identify with me.

Only you can ......

So, even if you say that about me, I don't want you to see my grievances.

I don't want to admit that we are different.

With his head bowed like this, the presence named Flandrew wept silently.

Looking at the trembling girl in front of her, Shiai sighed. He saw visions around him, such as tea sets shattering without warning, sheets that turned to powder in an instant, and walls of rock that had been torn apart by some force.

This is the power of the girl in front of her.

Flandor Lou is more fragile than she imagined, and now she can't control her power. It's really a mistake, it's not good news that such a powerful force has gone away, whether it's for Yakumo Purple or Ten Love.

Forget it, let's appease it first.

Ten Love took the piece of bread from her bosom.

The golden bread is like a warm wheat field in the bright sun, and the aroma is just right, with the refreshing sweetness of the stove and wheat flour, which shows the seriousness of the roasters.

After that, Shiai tore off a small piece of bread and half-knelt in front of the petite girl.

With his right hand, he brought the small piece of bread under the girl's lowered head, and gently touched the girl's lips.

The girl who noticed it suddenly opened her mouth, not only swallowing the bread in one gulp, but also biting it Shiai's hand.

Blood splattered.

Ten loves laughed softly.

"Sure enough, it's still a child."

After Fran bit Shiai's right hand, her jaw tugged a few times, and then she let go embarrassedly.

It's just a small revenge because it's too wronged. Fran looked up, a little embarrassed on her face.

Ten Love's bloodied right hand was not withdrawn, but was placed on Fran's face, carefully wiping the blood that belonged to the deceased for her, and smiled softly.

At this time, Fran also felt the long-lost dryness in her mouth, and cast a puzzled look at the young man.

“…… Bread? ”

"yes......"

Ten loves withdraw their right hand.

"How does it feel?"

"My mouth is dry."

The girl is chewing.

“…… I haven't eaten it in a long time. ”

"That's right."

Ten Love nodded.

"It's been a long time, it's been a long time, you haven't eaten this in a long time, right?"

There was a little more doubt in Flandore's cold red eyes, but she didn't seem to be able to speak.

"Well, Fran, why don't you eat these and have to eat people?"

Ten Ai ignored the layer of plasma on the ground and sat down like this. The pure white Eater's Coats trembled with excitement and began to suck the blood on the ground.

Fran looked at Ten Love suspiciously.

"Isn't it because you like it?"

"No, no, no, it's not that simple."

Ten Love shook her head.

"I'm not asking why you want to eat people, but why you have to eat people."

"Why do you ask?"

Flandoro looked at the boy in front of her in surprise.

“…… Well, I got it. ”

Seeing that things around her were no longer destroyed, Shiai nodded. Knowing a lot of things with this answer.

In such a small room, there is no fresh breeze, no scent of flowers, no fresh air, no playmates, no starry sky, no freedom. In order to prevent the wrath that would incur Yakumo's wrath from being eliminated by Yakumo, Remilia ruthlessly locked her in the basement.

I don't know how long I've been locked up, so the girl has forgotten to adapt to others, and just blindly indulges in her own world. She also doesn't communicate with others if they don't agree. A girl who anesthetizes herself with flesh and blood, intending to cover up her pain with this pleasure.

But the pain can't be hidden, and the more you cover up the scar, the more painful it will be when it's torn off.

Why do you ask? 】

I didn't even think about adapting to others, which is a common condition for immortals.

Ten loves know what to do.

"Your sisters, they don't agree with you, do they?"

Ten Ai directly lay down and looked at the thick and gloomy ceiling.

"Can't understand the joy you want them to understand, right?"

Flandoro's breath froze. She nodded.

"Ten Aijun, it's true, even if I want them to know, they don't feel it at all, but they are disgusted."

Ten loves closed their eyes and sneered.

Sure enough, it's a child.

The heart in his hand stopped, and he was casually placed on his chest by Ten Ai.

"I say, Flandorous, you're a wayward little imp."

He continued.

"Let me tell you why you ask."

Flandrodew's gaze froze for a moment, then sank.

"Since Shi Aijun said so......"

Shiai opened his eyes and stood up with his heart in his arms.

He placed his heart on the round table, which was almost shattered, and pointed to the new, broken, bed.

"Then, let me guide your dreams."

—————————————————— the separation of dreams and reality——————————————————

The beginning of a dream is a loaf of bread.

Do you know where this bread comes from?

Wheat seeds are planted in the spring.

The moist soil is the embrace of Mother Earth, which awakens the wheat seeds with the breath of life brought by the howling wind and rain.

The wheat seed then took root and sprouted, pushing the soil away with great difficulty but firmness, breaking free from the protection of the earth, poking its head out and taking a big breath of fresh air.

The sky is high and the earth is boundless.

As far as the eye can see, there are wheat seedlings that have broken through the ground.

The wheat seed turned into wheat seedlings, swaggering in the wind.

The wind and rain have not stopped, and the wheat seedlings are unable to stand up straight, but the young roots are grasping every minute to absorb nutrients.

So eager to live.

A ray of sunlight pierced the thick dark clouds, casting a little mark of light on the wheat seedlings.

More and more light, more and more blue sky, the wind began to soften, and the rain became warmer and warmer.

This is the time of day when the sky is clear and the wheat seedlings are growing.

Looking up at the sky, the blue sky, belching sun, and the gentle breeze.

Spreading branches and leaves, heading and sprouting, the energy of sunlight is constantly contained in the increasingly abundant ears of wheat.

Under the sun, in the wheat field, the wheat waves are rising and falling with the wind.

It's time to ripen, it's harvest season.

So a peasant woman appeared, cut the wheat, took it to the mill, and ground it into flour.

"When it's finished, please use it to make bread."

Then another girl appeared, smiling and taking the flour.

Add water, eggs, knead dough, leaven......

The girl kneaded her dough very carefully, as if she wanted to rub her soul into it.

Her face was sweat and a smile.

After putting the bread in the oven, she gently and gently sent a blessing to her bread.

"May you grow up healthy."

The bread came out of the oven after a while.

The horn-shaped bread exudes the warm fragrance of the wheat fields in the fields, and contains the love of a young girl.

The maiden happily put them in the basket and handed them to a familiar person.

Sixteen nights, Sakuya.

The perfect servant bought the blue bread.

Such fine bread is rare in Gensokyo, and even the strict and demanding head maid is impeccable to them.

The maid smiled with satisfaction.

That's an acknowledgment of bread excellence.

One of the slices of bread came to the boy.

The other came to the young vampire lord.

But the vampire lord only took a small bite and sighed.

"Such good bread, why doesn't Fran want it......"

Why didn't Fran want to?

Why didn't Fran want to?

Why does Fran ......

Don't?

Flandoro lay on the bed, staring at the rock ceiling in a daze.

She saw how many things the bread had gone through, how many people had gone through, and how many people had expected it, and it was sent to the Red Devil Pavilion.

But......

Why didn't Fran want to?

Ahhhh......h Because Flandore only likes flesh and blood, Flandorow has no intention of eating bread at all.

- Abruptly stopped.

The fate of bread came to an abrupt end.

The expectations that were entrusted were completely disappointed.,Sister's.,Sakiya's.,The girl who baked bread.,The peasant woman who grinds noodles......

Those happiness, those expectations, are entrusted to the bread.

Why do you only care about flesh and blood?

Flandoro suddenly realized that she was asking the same question she had retorted.

"Because you're a wayward imp."

Yutong Shiai said, and put the cooled heart on the hand of the lying Fran. There was no expression on his face, and he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart.

Flandorow looked at him.

This man also understands the joy of flesh and blood, but he is different from himself. He also knows happiness. Only yourself, immersed in fun, but helplessly unable to find happiness.

Yes, I am not happy, I am lonely.

Isn't the reason why we are immersed in the desire to destroy flesh and blood precisely to deceive ourselves into forgetting these things?

Flandorow just wanted to be with everyone, which was what she wanted from the beginning.

But...... These hands......

This hand holds the heart.

From accidentally destroying things at the beginning, to intentionally or unintentionally afterward, to indulging in the pleasure of the destruction and decomposition of the human body, and finally to only one person's stomach swimming between flesh and blood, it is just one person......

Who can give Flandorow recognition, recognition of me, and convince myself of the pleasure?

It is with this feeling that when you see this person, you will send out such an invitation so absurdly......

That's the same kind of taste.

We who are also comfortable with cannibalism must be able to identify with each other, right?

But......

He's not.

It's not that he's disqualified, it's because he's more desirable than that. Yearning, deeper than flesh and blood, thicker than destruction. It was Flandorew's scar, the sobriety of the pain that had been torn off after the scarring.

But now, what is it......

The plasma on his face began to coagulate, as did his body, his hair was glued to strands of hair, and his heart grew heavier and heavier......

Flandorow looked up, sadness in her eyes.

You can't even choke up.

I thought it was the same kind and thought that I could recognize each other, so I approached it so presumptuously. The heart in the hand is so heavy, every second can bring more shame, and equal powerlessness.

No, Flandorow couldn't turn back, she couldn't change it, because the scars didn't really heal in the first place, just a layer of false scars.

Scars, which do not heal.

Tears rushed out of his eyes again, running down the scabs of blood. But Flandor had a smile on her face.

"Flandoro Scarlett is sorry for the offense."

Flandoro gracefully jumped out of bed and gently raised her skirt to Shiai who was standing beside the bed.

"I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble."

Then, the bed collapsed. The power to go berserk again is no longer restrained by the girl.

"No, Flandrew, you'd be mistaken."

Ten Ai seemed a little surprised by the appeasement result, but continued to speak softly to Flandora.

"I mean ......"

"No, no more, Fran understands. Yutong Ten Love, you are fully qualified to deny Fran's past like this. ”

Flandoro held her heart in her hands and stepped back timidly, the smile on her face dark.

"Don't explain anything more, please......"

Do not tear off the last scar on the wound......

"Don't show that anymore, what Fran can't touch."

“……”

Something in the room starts**, then twists, disintegrates, disappears.

Shiai's pupils contracted suddenly, and his face was uncontrollable surprise.

This power is a pure concept of destruction. The girl who was smiling in front of her, but looked thin and helpless, had such terrifying power.

No wonder they are imprisoned so deep underground.

And that's not all.

Ten loves saw that look.

Lonely, helpless, there is hope but cannot be touched.