As he was leaving the underground, Lord Death suddenly noticed something. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info always wears only the shirt he gave them when they speak. Even if it is a long sleeve, it is inevitable that a large area of skin will be exposed. But neither he nor Kan seemed to care too much about it. Even Lord Death only remembered such a thing in hindsight.

And the moment to remember this is not a very special thing, but simply because they are about to return to the surface. If someone comes at this time, it will be troublesome.

So Lord Death, as always, stuck the scythe into the wall and placed the scythe on it before saying, "I'll go up and see, you're here and waiting." ”

Song tilted his head, but quickly understood, and nodded silently.

Indeed, it would be a bit unfortunate if this state of affairs was seen by anyone.

As Lord Death climbed up, her eyes followed Lord Death, and her thoughts drifted farther away.

What kind of person is he?

The first thing she remembered was the moment she opened her eyes. The moment she saw someone, her breathing involuntarily stopped, and she could even hear her own rapidly accelerating heartbeat. For at that time, the man was looking at himself, undoubtedly conscious. In other words, whether it was a coincidence or force majeure, the established facts were already in front of her eyes. She was indeed seen by the people in front of her.

But what made her even more incredible was that there was not the slightest fluctuation in those eyes. There was no desire, no panic, no appreciation, nothing, just calm as water.

She recognized the person in front of her, even if she didn't tell her name. It was a strange and wonderful person. But in any case, they don't know each other, and to put it bluntly, they are just strangers who have only met once.

So he closed his eyes, took out a garment and landed on her as if by magic, and his voice was as unwavering as his eyes.

This shook the music that had hardly fluctuated in his heart for the first time. Obviously, even the person who should be shaken the most did not waver, but she wavered. She didn't know what her feelings were, she just felt that it was a very complicated feeling, and she couldn't read it, and she couldn't figure out what it was. The heart is inspired at double speed, the mood is fluttering, and even the memories cannot be connected normally. She didn't know how she got up, and she forgot how she got into that dress. I just listened to him very inexplicably and did it.

He's different. Whatever it was, it was different from everyone she had ever seen. Whether it was something that even she could not do, or this scythe that made her tremble with fear even at the slightest touch, it was a testament to this fact. He didn't need any guidance to know everything about this world. No one has ever said it, but he has the ability to conjure things in an empty place like magic. Even he was terrified of his existence.

He's different.

But after all, it's just a façade. In a deeper place, there is something that she can't identify with. It's just that she couldn't figure out exactly where it was. Because she can't even handle her own affairs properly. What is it, exactly? It's familiar, but it's absolutely different.

She involuntarily clutched her chest. There, her heartbeat had long since returned to its normal rate, but her heart had become more and more restless and irritable. That feeling had been bothering her.

It was the first time she had encountered such a situation, as she was now, so restless and irritable.

She didn't know what to do, she could only find the answer in the answer.

But until the answer was closer to herself, she couldn't come up with a reason.

"There's no one up there, do you want me to send you back?" Lord Death asked leisurely.

"No need. But......" She resisted the shame that came out of nowhere, and said with a slight flush, "Can you lend me a pair of pants." ”

"No problem." Lord Death simply accepted and opened the note.

This time I saw clearly that he didn't conjure it up out of thin air, it was the credit of the notebook. It was a splendid notebook, and it was by no means something that could be bought casually, nor was it printed. It's more like a little bit of rendering than printing, a kind of splendor that can never be replicated.

The pants were long, and they were so wide that she could barely get stuck at her waist and would fall off as long as she didn't lift them. But that was enough, and she didn't mean to just walk back with such a big prick. Infiltration is for sure. But it's a little strange to say that, sneaking into your own room?

"By the way, I don't need to return the clothes, I can throw them away or burn them. Also, I don't have to recycle the scythe for me, I'll recycle it myself. At some point, Lord Death had climbed to the top of the tunnel, waved at her, and left. It's really weird, it appears suddenly, and it leaves so suddenly.

Soba sat on the sickle in a daze, not in a hurry to leave. It was only then that she noticed how this so-called "tunnel" was made. That's definitely not dynamite. She was so sure that it was definitely sliced with the scythe she sat down with, and then dug out. The walls of the earth are incredibly smooth and unstained with the slightest stain.

What kind of person is he?

Soda looked up at the dusky sky, where there was nothing but the color of the near voice. It was nearly nightfall, and it was getting darker and darker. Only then did she realize that she had been sleeping here for a long time.

Touching her belly, she didn't hesitate any longer, stepped lightly on the sickle handle and jumped out, and quickly left in the established direction.

On the way back, she carefully avoided all the students and managed to get back to her room step by step. Fortunately, it is almost dinner now, and almost everyone will gather in one direction. And they probably won't be engaged in any large-scale operations today, after all, there will be a considerable degree of exhaustion.

So I took a shower with peace of mind. Normally, this is also the time when she is going to the dining hall. She was a good student, and if she didn't set an example, then no one would agree with her. Then what she calls "campus life" is meaningless. But if you're just going to eat later, maybe it doesn't matter.

Changing back into her own clothes, her heart is a little more steady. But looking at the Grim Reaper-sama's clothes neatly folded on the hanger, she began to think about it again. Lord Death said that this dress has been disposed of by her, whether it is thrown away or what she does.

After thinking about it carefully, he finally stuffed it into the washing machine honestly, and pressed the button to start unwashing. As for her own, she had already burned in the fire, and all she had to wash was the clothes of Lord Death.

She wasn't sure if she was going to give it back to Lord Death or keep it for herself after she had washed it out. It doesn't seem to make much sense either. But she did it anyway.

Like-sex repels each other, opposites attract. In her opinion, this statement is not true.

It is precisely because of the similarities that people will be close to each other, recognize each other, and understand each other. It's also because of the difference that I want to know more and want to know more. People can't be exactly the same, so there must be something the same and something different. The difference is whether it is the appearance or the essence.

There was no doubt that she knew that Lord Death must have some resemblance to her. In that place, which she couldn't identify with anyway, was unusually similar to her. It's just that what the answer is makes her extremely irritable. She couldn't get an answer anyway.

So, before thinking clearly, she chose to act. Turn off the lights, dry the laundry, and then close the door and leave.