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What--what is this?　What the hell is this?!

When I return to my room, I repeat the same lines as Rustyala.

The emotions that had been lost have been rekindled in just a few minutes of exchange. Rustyala, who I thought was a head-banger earlier, is now starting to seem like an adorable girl.

As a result, we exchanged like school children. I thought I was supposed to be smarter than that, to confirm our feelings for each other.

After all, I seem to like Rustyala.

Skill '?'? I'm not sure because I'm putting a stop to my emotions because of But I wouldn't be so distraught if I wasn't doing favors.

Slowly, dustily, my suspicions are turning into conviction.

It reminds me of Rustyala, whose face had turned bright red. Is it right to interpret that as embarrassment?

No, it can only be interpreted that way. That's the only possible interpretation. I'd like to think so.

In other words, this might be a kind of mutual love.

My short life... 16 years or so.

It's the first time in my short life of about 16 years that I've been in love with a girl.

No, no, wait! Don't be in a hurry.

I chastise myself for being so ripe for the ride.

Once, when I was in my former world, I got ahead of myself and had a sad experience.

It's not uncommon for me to get a love letter, and then somehow no one is there to meet me. I once heard a rumor that a girl I was interested in liked me, and when I spoke to her the next day, she hated me to death. The only time I've ever received Valentine's Day chocolate was from my sister. Of course, I've only spent Christmas with my sister.

There's not much sweetness in the world.

There is a possibility of misunderstanding. It's the possibility that I'll expect as much as I can get, and then I'll be dropped in the end.

There are other problems as well.

First of all, Rustyala is three years old. He's not on the level of being the same age or younger.

If you mess with a 3 year old, you're legally out of my world. It's not just adulterous heteros*xual intercourse, it's a crime that will be in the papers.

Even if I were to fall in love with Rustyala, I might not be able to return to my world with a big smile afterwards. He could be treated as if he were tricking a naive girl.

There's a lot of uncertainty.

But that doesn't stop my heart from beating.

The possibility that it might be mutual love drowns out all my worries.

I wanted to share these feelings with someone. And I wanted to talk to someone about it.

The emotions come up like a school trip to bedtime. I want to talk to someone about love. I want advice on how Rastiara feels about me and what I should do now.

I've just learned the folly of working things out on my own.

I like the idea of asking for advice.

But unfortunately, I don't have anyone to talk to. There is not a single person on this ship of the same gender that you can talk to before bedtime on a school trip.

'd*mn it ......, there's no one ......!　No--!

Maybe Deere would be okay with it.

I feel that Dia, who has always called himself a man, would be able to talk to me without hesitation.

Besides, Dia has a solid track record. Thanks to consulting with Dia on the eve of the Nativity, the recapture of Rastiara went well.

''--Let's consult with Dia!

I try to head to Dear's room with conviction.

But my body doesn't move.

”...... Oh, what?

The treasured sword of the Aleiss family, Loewen, which is hung at his waist, shines.

The skill 'Sensitivity' transcends 'Reason' and predicts a vision of the future.

It's the scene of me, covered in blood, sinking with a burning ship.

The skill 'sensitivity' that I inherited from my best friend told me that I would die if I went that way.

The swordsman's intuition, which also senses the 'reason' of the world, senses 'death' even in normal times.

.............

Huh?

Are you going to die just because you consulted ......?

I'll just blur it out like before.　And yet?

No matter the excuse, the burning image won't leave my mind.

It makes my blood boil.

I don't think the skill 'sensitivity' will make the wrong decision. Dying may be an overstatement, but there's no doubt that something bad will happen to me. That's how much faith I have in this skill.

'...... and, let's not do that.'

For some reason, the image of Rowen in a cold sweat comes to mind.

I cancel my consultation with Dia and worry about it.

I feel my plans crumble away.

The ideal plan - after consulting with her, I'll be able to successfully express my feelings to Rustyala, we'll be happily united, receive the blessing of Maria and Snow and the others, and all my troubles will be solved! It was. A lot of rough edges were noticeable, but I was generally aiming for this trend.

However, I fell down from the start.

I had no choice but to move on to the next best thing.

In that case, I have no choice but to be a man and confess my love to him right now.

The best thing to do is to think about this kind of thing lazily and let it linger.

To be honest, I'm not confident in my feelings right now. I know that my feelings of love are more ambiguous than they were one day. But it shouldn't be a bad idea to bet on the feelings I've lost and tell Rustyala as it is. Maybe she'll understand and accept everything. I have enough of a response right now to expect that.

I picture myself falling in love with Rastiara.

Just by doing that, I can feel my heart beating higher in my chest.

--But at the same time, the skill ”??” crawls in with great force. crawls over to me.

In a panic, I drop the ice on my emotions and manage to stop it from going off.

I'm not going to be able to get my hands on any of them. said that I would die even if I went that way.

''............''

I see. .......

If I confess, I'm going to die. ......

Apparently, any further intensification of emotions is within the scope of the skill ”? I'm not going to be able to get it done.

I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to use the ”? I've found the boundaries of the ”? I'm not sure if I've ever been in love enough to act as a confessor.

In the end, I'm pronounced dead even if I walk in either direction, and I can't move.

I freeze in a strange position and can't move a single step.

I didn't expect the ship to be filled with so much danger without a single enemy. That's a little bit predictable, but it's too much than I expected.

Nothing can be resolved at this point.

I would have to travel on the ship while Maria and Snow's intense emotions lurked.

My senses are more acute than others. The combination of Dimension and Sensibility will allow me to sensitively detect their goodwill. However, I have been unable to respond to their kindness.

If I continue to live like this, there will be a hole in my stomach someday.

Let's use the parallelism skill to make a prediction.

The situation right now is like a third-rate romantic drama. If this continues, I'm a bad character who uses a girl to explore the labyrinth. If this were a daytime drama with a mixture of love and hate, I would be stabbed to death in the end.

Even if it's not a daytime drama, the end result of a two-timing character is usually not a good one.

All I can think of is a chilling scene.

The result of integrating experience and knowledge - the skill ”Parallel Thinking”, the culmination of the battle to date, said that he would die even if he didn't.

They say it's going to die either way.

'......What do you want me to do?'

I break out in a cold sweat.

Thanks to my capable skills, I've avoided the worst of it, but I know that if I don't, I'm going to die a strangling death with a blanket.

I stand there.

But there is no way to break the ice.

I don't lie in bed alone, but I continue to stand.

Then the Angel of Salvation appears.

'- Brother, you did a good job of staying on your feet. If you move lightly now, you'll really die.　Like, you know, a stab in the back - maybe not even close. Maybe not even a piece of meat.

A bitterly smiling Reaper (Reaper) walked into the room.

''Reaper!''

Tears in her eyes and an unprecedented smile greeted her.

'First of all, you must never go to your sister Dear. You're repeating your brother's name in your sleep, okay?　With a big smile on your face?　You're going to go talk to your sister Dear about the other girls. No, really, big brother, you're going to die, okay?

Mmmm, the Reaper speaks while deploying The Dimension. Apparently, he's observing Dia's sleeping face in progress.

'Don't tell me you're dying ....... It's not fashionable right now .......

Yeah, no pun intended. Okay?　Sister Dear, you love your brother, so you should never ask him for advice.

...... ”......, oh, geez, clearly not!　That sort of thing!

The Reaper mercilessly blocked my escape.

More troubles are dropped and I feel myself being surrounded by death.

'Even your brother realizes that, doesn't he?　I hate it when you fool yourself like that, you know?　Since you don't like me, you must hate your brother too, right?

The Reaper scolds me for my sorrow.

'U......, I'm sorry. The Reaper really keeps reminding me of that .......

I knew it.

Losing The Christ threw Deere out of balance. The fact that she was even hallucinating means that she was more dependent on The Christ than I had imagined.

With no memory, I had a date with Dear.

We wore pretty clothes and Dia was laughing as a girl. We watched a play together, had dinner, and all the while she didn't let go of my hand.

Intuition through 'sensitivity', guessing through 'parallel thinking'. I don't need to rely on those skills to know.

I'm sure Dia would love me.

It's also quite a distorted form of feelings.

Once you admit it, you can no longer choose to consult with Dia.

The innocent, dependable boy inside of me, Dia, will disappear.

And I have to face a further reality.

I can't imagine that Dia, who leaked her murderous intentions every chance she got, would bless me for being united with someone else. The same is true for Maria and Snow, who must be harboring distorted feelings as much as Dia.

If those guys were the kind of people who would give up so easily, they wouldn't have been in that situation (・・・・・).

My skill set agrees with that. That's not so sweet, ”No way.

'Brother. Never, ever tell anyone you love or hate them. Even a child can see that if you're out of balance now, it's going to be terrible, right?

You still think so: ......?

It seems to be obvious from an objective point of view.

I've been connected to my sisters before, for whatever reason. I understand the general situation. I'll put it into perspective. The fact that your brother is tied up with another person, because no one can accept that fact. Definitely.

'But we're all going to be stronger through the trials and tribulations ....... They should be able to fight reality with a strong mind. ......!　I like to believe so: ......!

I appeal to him as if to cling to him.

'Do you really think so?'

The logical 'Parallel Thinking' and the 'Sensitivity', which is like a best friend, shook their heads.

The unidentified skill of ”?? I'm not going to be able to say that it's a good idea.

I'd like to believe so ....... I think, I want to think ......!

The more I say the words, the less confident I am.

The trauma is back and my legs are struggling.

As your sister Snow says, people don't get stronger, brother. I'm sure you'll find that everyone looks different on the surface, but inside they have a fierce passion. ...... I'm the same way. I still haven't come to terms with the fact that I'm leaving Rowen.

Just because you can successfully persuade someone once, doesn't mean you can't make a whole person change. The Leeper uses himself as an example to illustrate this harsh reality.

'The Reaper: ......'

I have practically got my hands on Rowen.

I have no say in the matter.

'...... Anyway, this ship is being kept just barely balanced, more so than you think, big brother. Be careful, okay?　Because it's too bad for Rowen to dress up like that and then break up with Rowen and then a few days later reunite in the afterlife with his best friend who was stabbed by a woman, because it's too bad for Rowen.

'Right. I won't tell anyone: ......, or rather, I can't tell you: ......

Yeah. Or we can all get married. One of two things.

Wait.

I put a stop to the unheard words.

I froze in a weird pose because I couldn't move an inch but overacted.

'All or nothing: ......!　This will work!

No, no, no, no. Oh, no, no, no, no. We're all getting married.

It's true. You have to take them all in. You did it, big brother. It's a harem.

My childhood best friend, who I thought of as my daughter, says something outrageous with her innocent eyes.

Who.

Whoever taught our leaper the word ”harem” is ......!

Me and Rowen are going to go in there and rip you apart!

'No, that's not going to convince anyone, is it?　Or rather, don't say you're going to take him in.

Hmmm, I think it's going to be okay?　Big sister Snow and big sister Maria are very possessive, but if big brother does his best to spoil them, they'll agree. Maybe.

'Impossible ....... Is polygamy normal in the United States of America ......?

'There's a good mix of countries in the Confederacy that tolerate polygamy. Especially among the great merchants and aristocrats?

'Yeah, right. It's a great other world: ......

I'm overwhelmed by otherworldly cultures.

Reapers are ”otherworldly? He tilted his head at me, but I fooled him by saying, ”I'll tell you tomorrow.