bgm：i want my tears back

"So... ”

Magpie threw down the paper book in his hand, leaned back in the chair, and looked at the uninvited guest in front of him.

"What happened to them?"

"How?"

"Isn't that the one out there?"

Outside?

A strange brilliance spread across the sky, and the snow fell but did not pile up on the ground.

They are melting into the bodies of the living, becoming a part of them.

【Goodness】

【Prayer】

Montpass blew himself up.

It's not accurate to say that, and to put it mildly, he's in agreement.

He wants to slay down evil, and all the concepts associated with it.

He wants to give hope and new life to a world that is about to be cleansed.

The man-made wretched beings, the shackles that limit the Mother of All Things, the poor children who should not have been born and who are not blessed, deserve to receive gifts even once.

Salvation.

Coming out of the abyss, after endless years, he briefly reappeared in the world, and then died.

This knife was not cut 30 million years ago, it was probably premeditated much earlier.

"You don't want to ask what happened to them, but what I did, my friend?"

"Please don't call me that, it's disgusting. ”

Magpie took a sip of the red drink in his cup with a blank face.

"Hee-hee-hee... ”

Itchy twisted his neck and tugged at the corners of his mouth to make a strange sound of air leaking.

"What's wrong with you?"

Magpie looked at it quizzically.

"Cramps?"

Itch stood up and turned to look out the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Compared with the outside world, the interior of the Floating City looks bleak and drowsy, and the internal test has been shadowed.

"Single-handedly, to turn the tone of the whole world, to destroy the original sin, to give the mortal prayer of Arcadia, and at the same time to die generously - don't you think this is the end of a saint?"

"Is this what you're supposed to say as an evil god, bastard. ”

"I'm not an evil god. ”

"Well, it's not bad. So, how, exactly?"

Magpie tilted his head and finished his drink.

ping

The crisp sound of glass striking, the bottom of the cup against the tabletop.

"You asked me to bring back the golden flowers, and you made a special trip for me to take you over, you can't just leave without saying a word, right?"

Magpie picked up half a bottle of drink and threw it to the itch.

"I don't drink. ”

"It's not wine. ”

"Well, but there's a truth potion. ”

Itchy shook the clear liquid in the bottle and gently placed it on the table.

"I know it's useless for me.,Still doing this kind of thing.。。 That's the stupid part of human redundancy. ”

"It's so undesirable. ”

"Do you drink or not. ”

Magpie suddenly smiled, but his expression was a little indifferent.

"Since you are a human with your mouth open and closed, you should also know that this creature is capricious and unreasonable. ”

"It's not a primitive animal that acts on its desires. ”

"Bell, send-off (cut it). ”

"Good. ”

A uniformed elementary school student who was silent and put his hands on his knees. No, the girl raised her right hand.

The itchy head suddenly disappeared into thin air, and after a few seconds another one grew from the bloodless neck.

“。。 You eraser-like tattered puppet. If you want to imitate humans, you shouldn't be more like it. ”

"I'll tell you, stop, put the knife down. ”

Itchy expression. No, it's expressionless, it's just stating the facts.

"Incredible human beings. . . They're too ordinary for you. ”

Itching looked at the magpie steadily.

There is no room for the Land of Desirelessness to exist.

Of course not here.

But this man. . . This thing, is it really human?

Mutant [Horizontal Life]?

"I planted a flower in the past. ”

"Yes, on your plane. ”

"It takes a lot of raw materials to grow flowers. ”

"You can think of this as a magic that takes a long time, a miracle. ”

The drifting snow is like a stage curtain, fluttering behind the itchy and thin body.

"Human beings do a lot of wonderful things in order to fulfill their desires. ”

"That's when I felt a call. ”

"Even if it is so far away, as long as there is soil for the existence of desire, there will be me. ”

"The king wants victory, and I hear him howl like a beast. ”

"A mortal fights for the king, and I hear his will to live. ”

"The wounded and sick are not content to die on the horizon. ”

"Mediocre people are not willing to settle for a routine that never changes. ”

"The strong are hungry for conquest. ”

"The weak pray for salvation. ”

"Men want beautiful women. ”

"Women want handsome men. ”

"The words of a man with a sad wish before he died. ”

"A newborn baby's prayer for warmth. ”

"I hear, I see, I know, whatever they are calling, as long as it is driven by desire, I will be known. It's me, I've always been there, I've never left, I've been everywhere. ”

"What a charmful world it is! I have seen on the other side of the starry sky the ascetic realm ruled by the Perfect One, a cluster of priests covering the entire starry sky, absolutely powerful and absolutely right, where there is no room for me to breathe. ”

"It's a wonderful world, don't you think so?"

"Such a world, such a beautiful, pure desire, should be satisfied, must be satisfied! There must be a beautiful realization worthy of its existence!

"The few books I gave you, there will be the next one soon. I call it "Dream Blossom", a great name, right?"

Magpie narrowed his eyes and looked at the itch without saying a word.

At this moment, he felt a ridiculous wave of emotion, and he felt a trace of empathy for this strange and dangerous living being.

"Montpass is your spell?"

"You use it as a vehicle for concepts, and you want to influence the plane in some way to achieve your own ends. ”

Objectively speaking, itching is a poisonous and damn thing.

Can.. This guy should have a similar vision to me.

Qualities of overriding sexuality.

A transcendent mind that cannot be restrained, and a powerful force of action that goes with it.

Isn't it also an old thing left over from the last era?

"What is my purpose? I am nothing more than a tool to fulfill your desires. ”

Itchy and churning of the eyeballs are dull and dull.

Plastic products.

"The growth of flowers requires sunshine, rain and dew, inorganic salts and a safe environment. ”

In the end, it is still up to them, the mammals who love and kill each other, their stories, their strong desires catalyze the final process of the technique, give the "golden flowers" a substance, and their tragic deaths contribute to the process of the materialization of fantasy. ”

"Taking the wishes of all beings as a sacrifice and using things that can never be obtained as bait can attract a powerful force beyond imagination, which is enough to reverse cause and effect, rewrite time and space, and can arbitrarily smear and cover the reality on the original territory, a new reality. ”

"How's that, a nice piece of art, right?"

The itchy right hand is placed on the chest, and the golden flower is held in the hand, which shines and burns.

There was a slight smile on the puppet's expressionless face, which made people shudder.

"Whew. What a joke. ”

"None of the raw materials you fancy have their wishes fulfilled, right?"

"Of course, there is a price to be paid for the realization of dreams. ”

"It's so easy to say, and it's not you who pay the price. ”

"No, no, no, I'm with them—I'm with you. ”

The itchy turning of the head gives a clicking machine.

"I've always been there. ”