352 349. Second words.txt (1/2)

Later on, Tiara Hoozeyers called it The Story of the Starry Sky.

When I asked her what the title meant, she smiled and said, ”My master and sister Yotaki are the stars that lit up my pitch-black world. I am the first star and Yotaki is the second star. She said happily that her life began to shine as the light illuminated the other stars that she hadn't been able to see for so long. I remember the look on her face at that moment, and I remember it well.

No, I've forgotten it now, but I thought back to it many times at the time.

That's how much I never tired of seeing her smile.

And at the end of that story, she would always leave me with something to say.

Believing only in a happy ending, she would point to the sky covered with the dark clouds of The Devil's Poison and say, ”One day, when this too dark world is full of beautiful stars!　That's the finale of my story! And.

The story with her is such an overly positive and dazzling one--.

I'm going to watch the prologue now.

When I think back on it now, I realize that it was a very standard story, a promise, and a commonplace one.

One day, I am suddenly summoned to another world and surrounded by strange adults in a dimly lit basement. Fear drives me, a timid coward, to run away from there. And on the way there, I happen to meet a princess.

At the top of a tower.

In her room, we succeed in calling each other's names.

”-- 'I'm Uzumi' ......, 'Aikawa Uzumi'. ' ”What's your name?” ......?

'I'm Tiara' ....... 'I'm Tiara Hoosiers' ......--

The distance between us is close enough to reach out and touch.

They pointed at each other's bodies and checked each other out.

”'Tiara' ......

'Kanami': ......

We stared at each other in the too-dark darkness.

It must have been the moment when the two of us, cursed from birth, found a cursed stranger for the first time in our lives. The confirmation process took a long time, and the two of us left clear traces of each other's light on our retinas.

It was a coincidental and fateful prologue, I suppose.

If I had to name that prologue, it would be this.

”Introduction, the starry reason why a boy and girl met.”

It's an expression that aligns with the chapter titles of the stories to come. Above all, I'd like to read the story first (・・・・・・・・・) and call it dressed up to the limit to match her (・・・・・・) sense of style as she writes it in place (・・・・・・) a thousand years later.

It's just that very dressed up prologue: .......

It ends very easily.

We both learn each other's names and continue to learn the language at the top of the tower.

But soon the heavily armed knights who were searching for me barged into the room, and before I could resist, I was captured and taken back to the 'Temple of the Gentile Summoning Ceremony' where I was originally from.

There was no longer a line of strange adults there.

Instead, what was there were three apostles and--

A younger sister who had been missing.

Aikawa Yotaki was there.

This is how the opening chapter in my other world ends, and the first chapter begins.

Finally, after being far behind ”her” and ”him”.

I'll be watching too.

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”--and vortex waves!　Why did you run away!

The first word.

As I was taken into the dimly lit basement, I was strongly scolded by an unknown woman.

'Wait in the summoning formation a little longer and be quiet!　Properly, we apostles were learning the Japanese language, and now it's all ruined!

A tall, blonde beauty dressed in a bizarrely made silk costume stands in front of me. I roll my eyes, overwhelmed by the gaijin's fluent Japanese.

I was too upset to reply, so I couldn't help but look around.

Now I'm in the basement where I first woke up.

It's a prehistoric stone-built space with no air conditioning, and the air feels strangely thin. The only light is from long, thin candles standing at regular intervals, and the four corners of the room are so dim that they cannot be seen.

There were five men and women standing there.

One of them, my sister Yotaki, couldn't see them and stepped in between them.

''Sis, please don't be so angry with her. If anything, it's my fault for not properly explaining my brother's pettiness. If you think about it, your brother was the kind of chicken-hearted person who would run away immediately if he was surrounded by strange adults.

My sister followed up on my actions as my brother, although there were some strange insults mixed in.

Furthermore, I roll my eyes.

I was truly amazed that that Youtaki was standing on his own feet and speaking fluent Japanese.

A lot of things have really happened today, but this surprise outweighs all of them.

Coupled with my sister first, I ask Yotaki first and foremost.

''Hi, Yotaki......!　You know, I've got a lot to ask you, but first, that face ....... You look really, really good: ....... You're not even coughing ....... Why ......

'Yes. Let me explain that first. Otherwise, your brother would not even be able to talk to you safely - ”I managed it!　I... I... I... I did...　It's not the DiPlacula or the Legacy there, but this Sith!　Phew!　Woo-ha-ha-ha!

Before Yotaki's explanation began, a tall blonde beauty named Sis shouted out her answer.

Her words made my eyes roll beyond the limit.

''Somehow ......?　What, do you mean ...... cured (...)?　Mr. Sis: ......

'Mmm. No, I'm not completely cured, but I'm ....... But I'm almost out of my death throes!　It's because of this me!

'De-lived ......?　From there?　From that state to ......?　Really ......?

--No way.

In any case, the last time I saw Yotaki, he was on the verge of becoming a human being. I'm sure that the reason he went missing is because he wanted to take his own life without my knowledge.

There's no doubt that YouTaki was one of the incurable diseases that modern medicine cannot cure, and on top of that he was in the final stages of his illness. The fact that it could be cured so easily was so unrealistic, and everything was like a dream--

'You don't believe it!　Look at those waterfalls over there!　She's the witness!　And you better be thankful!　From now on, every day of your life, praise me!

But Sis-san is right, the energetic Yotaki is there as a real person.

He comes next to me in bewilderment and calls me ”Brother ......” and holds my trembling hand.

--Warm.

Yotaki's palm, which had been so cold, is unbelievably warm.

Even if the whole thing was a lie, it was warm enough to be forgiven. If it was such a warm lie, I would want to be fooled again and again.

With that in mind, I lower my head vigorously before the tears pour out.

''I praise you, ......!　Of course, I praise you!　Thank you!　Mr. Sis!　Thank you so much!

I'm tempted to call him Sith-sama now and worship him, but I repeat my thanks within the bounds of common sense.

I continue to thank the benefactor in front of me with tears.

'Thank you so much ......, thank you so much ......!

I can't find any other words for it.

However, in response to my gratitude, Sis returns the question.

'Yes, thank you ......?'

It was as if he was hearing those five letters for the first time.

Mr. Sith checks his surroundings as if to make sure he was really being told. The man, who is probably the oldest man in the room, can't see this, and replies.

'Thank you ....... Probably a thank you. Sis.

It's an old man in a loose-fitting silk robe, with a long white hair beard hanging down and a wooden staff on the ground. From his wrinkled voice and calm motions, you'd think he was Sith's guardian, but a new voice echoes through the basement.

'Thank you?　Oh, thank you. Thank you, apparently, Sis.

This is a child. He's probably in the middle of elementary school at about his age. He's a boy with a very sleepy look in his eyes hidden under his short, dull brown hair. He is the only one dressed in a ragged cloth suit and continues to stare at the ground and ask himself questions.

The two people who seem to be related to Sisu-san have offered to help her, and the color of understanding gradually spreads across her face.

Just when you think she's happy to see her face light up in a flash, she immediately waves her hands wide from side to side with a bang

”--Don't get me wrong!　There's no reason for me to thank you!

They refuse to appreciate me.

I ponder the meaning of those words.