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Before I knew it, the 'concubine' was standing in a world with only two colors.

It is a world bordered by the horizon, divided by grass and sky blue.

Under the blue sky, a grassy field full of openness spreads out.

Dude, where is ”here” ......?

As I recall, the mistress was fighting.

Not in this place, but in a more stifling place, fighting the whirlpool wave.

So why is she here?

Why is the concubine in 'here' ......?

I looked around to remind myself of this, and found a child (straw man) sitting alone in the grass.

The child was smiling.

When I saw it, all my thoughts were interrupted.

Everything, including the fight, flew from my mind and I was drawn to the child's expression.

Her body was thin, her hair was the color of young grass, and she was a girl with small wings on her back.

I feel like I've seen her somewhere before.

But I can't seem to remember the girl's name.

--dare I say, who is ......?

As he observed closely, he noticed that the child was staring at something and laughing.

The child was looking into both palms of his hands.

And in the palm of his hand was a small stone.

The corners were round and translucent, with a greenish color. Not as clear as a gemstone, but if you shine it in the sun, it will show you a unique shine.

To an adult it is just a stone, but it has an interesting shape that a small child would enjoy.

In fact, children seem to think of them as treasures.

He looked happier and more debauched than an adult staring at a gem.

'Hey, child, ....... Will you show it to your mistress ......?

His mouth was moving of its own accord, driven by a strange impulse.

However, the child who was called out to me shook his shoulders with a freak out, then stood up and started to get scared. He turned his head towards us and began to tremble with an uneasy look on his face.

That's it.

He was suddenly approached by a strange adult and asked to show me his prized treasure. There's no point in being frightened.

I'm sorry. I'm not trying to steal it, but I just wanted to have a look at it. I just wanted to show you a few things: ......

excuses.

But the frightened child didn't listen to it, but showed his back and started running.

He begins to run through this wide open meadow.

'Oi!　You don't run that fast, you'll crash!

Sure enough, the child falls down in the middle of nowhere.

And he drops a stone in his hand.

The treasure he cherishes so dearly--

The child opened his mouth to say, ”Oh,” and then went after it.

'Well, wait!'

A child chases after a rolling stone.

But he is running and running and running and running after it - and yet, for some reason, he can't catch up with it for any length of time.

The mistress, who has been watching from a distance, realizes the reason for this.

This endless meadow was a slight but sloping slope.

Therefore, the pebbles continued to move away from it in an unnatural trajectory, one after the other.

Naturally, the child continued to chase it frantically.

When the mistress saw this scene, she felt her blood boil.

She senses an unusual deadliness in the child's back and lets out a scream-like voice from the back of her throat.

'Wait!　Don't go!　And after that--

After that--in the abyss (・・・・).

“--?

As you are about to say that, you realize what the child is.

How do you know what is waiting for the child to go?

Of course.

Because that path has been taken by a concubine.

In the past, when she was a child, she ran across these plains.

There is a vague memory of it at .......

It is indeed there.

That's the 'straw'.

That's the straw of my childhood.

That's the straw that I ran through when I was a child.

This meadow.

Therefore, it is only natural that he knows what is waiting for him.

When he realized this, his high perspective suddenly became low.

I should have been following the back of the running child, but before I knew it, my concubine was following the beautiful stone that rolled down the road.

The concubine had become a child and was running through the meadow.

Oh, oh ......, I'm remembering .......

This is the life of a strawman.

Long ago, Warawa dropped it.

That precious treasure .......

So I chased after it.

I chased it desperately .......

And Warawa knows that it is useless to keep running and running and chasing and chasing.

He knows that those beautiful stones were never going to come back, never again.

Because the slope of this meadow is gradually getting tighter and tighter.