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The scene was familiar to me. Perhaps this is what I experienced today.

I suddenly remembered my knowledge of the original world. As I recall, I think I heard from someone that a dream is a memory consolidation process.

If so, this might be my memory consolidation.

When I'm sure of it, another scene overlaps in the darkness.

The memory of when I met Hein-san next to the sleeping Hailey. Next to Rustyala talking on the boat, I remember when I met Rustyala. Next to me as I listen to him, I remember the first time I visited this other world.

Various memories are enumerated, transcending time and place.

It's a scene that should be called a consolidation of memories.

I see them off peacefully. I'm happy if doing this makes me feel a little lighter. In fact, I'd rather have it all sorted out.

At the end of it all, the overlapping memories begin to blend together.

Then a ridiculous movie starts to play out, which seems like an unrealistic dream.

The memories of the original world and the memories of the other world blend together to produce a large amount of unbelievable scenes. I'm a little relieved that it's finally starting to look like a normal dream.

For example, Mr. Hein and I are seniors and juniors in the original world - Rustyala and I are childhood friends and go to school together every morning - and Dia and Maria are mixed in with my classmates at school. .

With no context, one impossible situation after another appears in my mind.

I enjoyed this dreamlike, uncontrolled situation as a refreshing change of pace.

Then, after a short period of amusing movies, we return to Rustiala's room in the Living Legend.

Just as I was finishing up Rustiala's story of ”The Jewish Stone Man (Jewelculus)”, I returned to the room of the Living Legend.

This time, I had a slight expectation that people from the original world would be mixed in with those from the other world.

Memories and memories are tied together by a string called 'association'.

Memories of similar situations are naturally drawn to each other.

Memories overlap with memories.

Next to Hailey, a girl with only six months to live, I saw a girl with a similarly desperate condition.

Even though it was a dream, her heart ached.

The girl was in a very similar situation to Heili.

Likewise, morbidly white limbs. A fragile face and an unhealthy body. However, unlike Hailey, her long hair was black, deeper than the darkness.

There was no way they could be mistaken for each other - it was her sister, Aikawa Yotaki.

And the two memories are replayed, overlapping.

On the deck of the ship, Heili and I are beginning to argue. A little next to them, Yotaki and I are arguing.

The sight disturbed me terribly.

The problem isn't the conversation with Heili. The memory of my sister weakened my mind.

I said to Heili.

-- ”I know your life span is short. But that's why I think you should make more of an effort to stay alive. ......” ”I'm sorry, but to me it looks like you're just drunk on your own tragedy. You've found an easy ending and you're not just floundering there without thinking about it. Then you should wait until you have a little more experience before you decide what's important. Life is too short to have less than a month to live. If you live desperately until the very last minute and worry about it until the very last minute - if you still want me to kill you, then I will take care of you ....... So why don't you take your life a little more seriously ......? --

Sure, I said that.

And then he says something very similar to that to his sister next to him.

He's repeating the same thing to his sister and to Hailey, not much different.

Looking at the scene, I thought, sure, Heili was right, I hadn't grown up as if I had.

My words blaring on the stereo, my words.

That's so ...... and weird .......

And the replaying of the memory is skewed.

I guess it's because I've tilted my consciousness too far toward my sister.

The memories of Heili are distant and the memories of my sister fill the dark world.

It's a memory of the original world.

Memories of my sister.

In other words, Aikawa Uzumi's life--

The memories were painful to touch, yet the more I touched them, the more I loved them.

The memories begin with my sister suffering from an illness.

Because of me (・・・・・), my sister was weak.

I was responsible for my sister's illness.

It was a connection that could not be scientifically proven, but I believed it was my fault. No, I had done something so bad to my sister that I had to believe it.

So I vowed to live to atone for it.

After that, I had to leave my parents and my sister and I resumed our life together.

I did all the housework. I did some unfamiliar part-time jobs. I tried everything I could think of, and tried my best to create an environment where she could live happily.

But no matter how hard I tried, it was only a child's effort. Naturally, a breakdown occurs.

My sister's health began to deteriorate.

I couldn't understand why.

As I moved from one hospital to another through referrals and mediation, I too became weaker and weaker.

My days were busy and painful.

And yet, I hated the fact that I was getting some kind of satisfaction out of it. I think the fact that I was suffering for my sister made my heart feel better.

So I never gave up for me, either.

Even though the adults who asked for help kept shaking their heads at me, I kept looking for a way to save my sister.

Searching for someone who would shake their head at me if they could help ”Aikawa Yotaki”--.

I've been searching and searching and searching--

I searched and searched and searched and searched and searched--

And after all of that, what we have arrived at is--

A scene unfolds in your field of vision.

It was the great hall of the castle.

Numerous candle chandeliers hang from the far ceiling, and the sides are lined with countless huge vaulted windows. It resembles a western historical building, but the hall is too beautiful to be called historical. There was not a scratch on the elaborate patterns painted everywhere, and all the furniture looked like new.

There were three men and women in the hall.

I was able to see them as if I were looking down at them from the sky.

One of the three nodded at me.

That was the moment when the adult who had finally asked for help shook his head.

The adult with a neutral face, with dark golden hair fluttering, said.

'-- I can help you (・・・・・・・・・). No, is it fair to say that I know how to do that?

A grown woman in a beggarly white rag was answering a masked human in an all-black, blubbery cloak.

......, who is this?

No, where are we before that?

How could you come looking for a doctor and end up in this old castle-like place?

It's too funny to be a dream: .......

Did I finally start fabricating memories in my dream? If so, this bizarre situation makes sense.

It's just like the hall of a medieval European castle.

A masked man is asking a fantastically beautiful woman to treat his sister.

It's a dream-like scene.

But I can't take my eyes off of it.

I can't deny this mismatched memory.

All of this scene. The castle, the women, the masks. I feel that I have seen all of them before.

The woman continues her story.

'But it's too difficult to do that. At the very least, you need to fully understand the 'poison' of this world first.

The woman speaks as if in a test, and the masked human replies.

''Poison--?　Yeah, the magic in this world can be manipulated better than any of us!　Hey, ”Tiara (・・・・)!

A man's voice replied emphatically, and then called the girl who was in tow 'Tiara'.

The girl who was called by the name of the Revan 'saint' stretched out her chest with her hands at her waist.

'Exactly!　Who do you think saved this country!　There's no one who can control 'magic' better than me and Master!

The girl called ”Tiara” was much like Las Tiara.

And notice.

It's not just the girl who looks like her.

The beautiful adult woman is like a grown-up Dia. And the masked man's tone and gestures were like my own.

The woman who looks like Dia speaks.

''Oh, come to think of it, you guys named this 'magic power'. Ufufu, 'magic power' ......, and 'magic power conversion'. You have a good sense. Shall I say that next time too?

A man who looks like me will say.

”I am confident in my ability to pull off your plan. So help me save my sister.

Its face is masked and invisible. But its desperation for my sister convinces me that it's me.

''Good answer. But I don't know if I should answer so lightly ....... This is a contract. And it's not just a contract. It's a contract with The Apostle, okay?

'I'll do whatever it takes to make a deal. ...... For the sake of 'Yangtaki', I won't hesitate anymore!　I won't make that mistake again!

The woman referred to herself as 'Apostle'. And the man gave the name of 'Yotaki'.

In other words, does that mean that the people here are the 'saints' and 'apostles' of Revanism, and 'Aikawa Uzumi'?

I felt my sense of reality disappear in those unprincipled characters.

This is definitely not the sort of thing that can be sorted out in one's memory.

It's probably a jumble of stories I've heard and replayed. And a close friend of mine was cast as a great man in a dream. That's the most natural way to think of it. If it's a dream, it's a common story.

The characters in the dream cheerfully continue to talk.

Good. Then I hereby acknowledge the contract between the 'Apostle Sith' and the 'Original Kanami'!　From this day forward we are allies. Not just words, but 'soul' and 'spirit' joined together by a thread of fate. No matter how far apart we are, we will meet each other through the curse. And from then on, you will be promised glory. To make a covenant with an 'apostle' is to become a 'saint. You will not only save your country, but you will become a hero of the world, and you will be known as something more than a hero. And now that I have a saint, I can go one step further than the other two. Oh, great!　This is a wonderful, historic moment today!

The Apostle bears the light. No, that's not accurate.

The wings of light on his back were spread out and shone on the man like a halo. The light was extraordinary. The light was so dense, it was like a white wall. One could tell at a glance that the light was accompanied by magical power - something close to magic.

However, in front of that abnormal light, the man didn't back down even a step.

''It doesn't matter!　More importantly, you must definitely swear to save Yangtaki!

”Yes, your sister's illness will be treated with the full force of God's apostles. Yes, proper treatment, you see, ....... 'I swear to you that I will save your sister.' ......

A man and a woman's gaze intertwined, and the distance between them was slowly closing in.

However, behind them.

I'm going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to get the best out of it.

I'm not going to be swallowed up by that light. No, she held the masked man tighter and tighter so that no one else would get the man in the mask.

And the man in the mask does not notice until the end.

He is consumed by the light of the 'Apostle Sith' that the girl's eyes have captured, without realizing the malice of the 'Apostle Sith'.

The man took the Apostle's glowing hand.

The hand is grasped and a contract is made.

It is tied, and then the three of them.

Those three--.

Then I bumped into it - my vision turned black.

The dream is over and I'm back to the nothingness of the original world.

In the darkness, I drifted in a daze. I had to open my mouth and drift away.

The dream was so bizarre and unrealistic that I was too dumbfounded to say anything.

I don't have this kind of scene, this kind of memory.

In other words, it's just a convenient memory made up by patching it up.

It must be a dream, because I remember it.

Because I do remember.

In the end, I searched and searched and searched - and after searching, I couldn't find anything.

So my sister and I vowed to live life to the fullest until we both die.

We decided that we would find happiness together in our original world.

Then I was called to the other world alone, and my sister was left behind in her own world.

So now my memories are false.

It's only a dream.

It can only be a dream.

It has to be.

The saint Tiara from a thousand years ago is Aikawa Uzumi's disciple?

You made a deal with the Apostles as the founder?

The three of us were trying to cure Yotaki's illness?

It's not possible.

Just if .......

What if. If it's true, then .......

What happened to the Aikawa Vortex Wave and Aikawa Yangtaki a thousand years ago?

And now that I'm here alone, who am I to be 'who'?

Who am I, who am I that I am in a thousand years?

Normally, she'd be dead by now.

My precious sister. Are you saying that Aikawa Yotaki died a thousand years ago?

Or is it (・・・・)--!

--No.

That was a dream.

Guessing based on a dream is just too ridiculous.

Besides, either way (・・・・・・・), what I do is the same (・・・・・・・).

Either me (・・・・・・) - or whatever I am, Aikawa Uzumi will help Aikawa Yotaki. I will do my best to help.

As long as you know that, that's all right.

That wish is the only thing I will never mistake. It's a fate that hasn't been played with, and it's the untrue truth.

I repeat in my mind that I will save my sister.

That unquestioning answer calms me down.

The feeling of relief, as if I'm back home, draws a strong sleepiness to me.

My consciousness becomes fuzzy and melts into the black world.

You are lulled into a deeper sleep.

Finally, I reaffirm the only thing I have to do.

I move through the labyrinth.

I reach the deepest part of the labyrinth and meet Yotaki.

If it's me now, I can do it.

I'm blessed with more friends, and my level has gone up. My skills have increased and my status has jumped up.

If it's ”as is”, I will be able to meet Yotaki.

That's promised.

Promised, supposedly.

It should be promised, it should be promised.

Because I'm in trouble.

I'm--......

I got out of the confederacy and got my wish back.

But whether I can endure 'un-tossed fate' and 'untrue truth', that's another story.

--I'm not going to be able to get out of it.