"It's so beautiful!"

The girl reached out to her forehead with one hand, blocking the sun from her eyes.

It seems to block the dazzling sunlight, and it seems to want to grasp a touch of tenderness.

"I'll just say it! You didn't believe it before!"

The little boy clasped his hands on his chest and pouted, looking unconvinced.

"Okay! I can't apologize?"

The little girl turned around and tugged at the boy's clothes, shook them, and said coquettishly.

"Yes...... no"

The boy hurriedly turned around and reached out to gag the little girl's mouth, his face full of tenderness.

"I'm not allowed to say it, I'm sorry! You know, it's not allowed to say it again. ”

Strange guy, you want me to apologize, but you don't want me to say it.

The girl knows that as long as she is coquettish, he will agree to everything and forgive herself, even if it is a big mistake.

"Hey, I know, I'm the best!"

"Shall we come back tomorrow?"

"Okay!

The boy replied happily, at this time, his wish was to be able to watch the girl smile, and then quietly accompany her.

"Retractor?"

The girl reached out her tender little hand and exposed her little finger.

"Pull the hook!"

The boy responded to her in the same pose.

Hook... Hang oneself... , a hundred years... Don't change...!!

Can life really be lived for 100 years? Can there be so many fates in life to stay together?

Girls don't know, and boys don't know either.

In the air, echoing, that immature vow.

They don't know that this parting is a lifetime.

Soaring firelight,

Crackling sounds,

Messy footsteps,

Screams arose,

Mixed together.

"Sirika!"

The girl who was woken up in her sleep, rubbed her eyes, rolled over, walked barefoot, moved to the window, and looked at the scene outside.

"Sirika!"

The door to the girl's bedroom was slammed open, and a woman rushed in.

"Mom?" the girl shouted as she turned her head to look at the woman, then looked outside again.

"Are you alright?

The woman rushed over and hugged the little girl tightly in her arms.

"Uh-huh!" the little girl shook her head obediently.

At this time, the voices outside sounded even more chaotic, and from time to time there were smashing, scolding, and laughing.

The woman looked flustered, almost didn't bother to check that her daughter was barefoot, took a few clothes at random, pulled the girl and rushed out of the house.

There was an empty room with cartoon dolls everywhere and graffiti plastered all over the walls, and a cute little girl who used to live here and there.

On the street, the woman walked in the dark corners as much as possible, and whenever she saw a panicked pedestrian passing by, she hid in the dark.

The little girl had never seen this kind of formation, and she didn't even have an atmosphere.

A child's physical strength is no match for an adult.

"Mom!

At some point, the girl's feet were worn out, leaving a little bloody footprint along the way.

The woman had no choice but to pick up her daughter and find a nearby one, and she had already gone to the empty attic.

As soon as the girl was bandaged, a group of people surrounded the downstairs.

The woman will pick up the girl and go into the mezzanine of the attic.

A group of mermaids rushed in, and many of them were fat-headed and big-eared.

A man panting roughly, "I'm so fucking tired"

"Shhhhhh

"What are you afraid of? He's not here!"

The other person hurriedly diverted the topic, "Speaking of which, the little guy I caught today...... The words were filled with laughter.

"With... Bring it here!"

A boy who was constantly struggling, was dragged in with his arms chained.

Brute force threw onto the bed, just like that, and looked at the girl hiding in the mezzanine.

The girl recognized him and got up to go out and take his hand.

The woman hurriedly hugged the girl, covered the girl's mouth, and motioned for her to keep quiet.

The girl really wanted to tell her mother that the boy was her little friend, her best friend.

The boy realizes that if he goes on like this, the girl hiding in the mezzanine will be discovered.

Struggling to get up, trying to run out.

"Smack!" a crisp and powerful applause.

The hit on the boy's face was also imprinted on the girl's heart.

The boy who was knocked back on the bed left red blood stains on the bed from the corners of his mouth, staining the bed bit by bit.

The woman knew what that meant, and reached out to cover her daughter's eyes and cover her mouth.

The rumored aristocratic bad taste is really staged in front of his eyes.

The boy lay motionless on the bed, his eyes hollow as if he had no soul.

A certain nobleman with a fat head and big ears pressed his whole body up and pressed the boy's neck with one hand.....

There was a "hum... Whew...".

The woman left tears, feeling sorry for the child, and also moved and sad for the country!

At some point, the girl fell asleep, and she didn't even notice when they had left.

After a night of rioting, the country changed its owner and banner, and the cult that was still rioting and smashing last night has changed its face and become a state religion in the blink of an eye.

The girl didn't know what her mother had experienced that night, but after that, her mother became more and more abnormal.

Later, the girl's grandfather rescued them and sent the girl's mother to the convent.

"I'm that girl!"

Sirika was speaking in a mosquito-like voice.

And I didn't know what kind of state of mind she was in at that time, and I didn't even know how to comfort her.

Several times he reached out to touch Celica's back, but he withdrew it as if he had been electrocuted.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have dragged you to see this!"

"No!" Celica looked up from between her knees and looked at me earnestly,

"I'm telling you this because we're friends! best friends. Right?"

I nodded.

"I hate the nobility! I hate those people! But I also have the blood of the nobility in my body. Cerica cried out loud,

"I'm desperately cultivating, desperately trying to prove myself... But I still can't change the fact that I'm a nobleman."

I hugged her and patted Celica on the back, "Okay! Don't cry, don't cry! Look at it! You've wiped your snot on my clothes!"

"Woooooo Deal... I'll pay you a piece... NEW!"

Sirika said and laughed again!

Straightening Celica's face with both hands and wiping away her tears with a thumb tap, "Trust me!

"Because of me, we can create a whole new country together!

There is no aristocracy, a country where everyone is equal.

Trust me!"

Celica listened carefully to my description of the future, the ideal country.

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Pull the hook!"

"Retractor... Hang oneself... One hundred years... Won't change !!"