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I give the brown-skinned 'reaper' my thoughts on the day.

Naturally, the reaper, who had been left out of the group, pouted and begged me to take him on a hot spring trip as well.

Forced to accompany me tomorrow, the first day of the holiday would really be over this time.

Really, it was a good day.

All the battles were over, the cleanup work was over, and the holiday was very 'relieving' with all the idle banter.

This is the first day when I can be truly convinced that we are finally going to be happy.

I (me), the ”hero” of Rastiara, have been living ”happily” for a long time to come. What a complaint that comes to mind in the following--

Impossible.

I shook my head to myself as I added to the fill-in-the-blank.

It wasn't unnatural to have conducted the day's closing with the Reaper. But then I'd have to explain why the Reaper came out at this hour. To add to the story, you need to tell the story of Noi, or else the 'contradiction' is huge.

Then we're done here--.

”-- On that night (・・・・・), 'Noi El Lieberrul' suddenly appeared.

She was a stern girl who was worthy of being called the Lord of the World. Her magical power and presence was unmatched by Yotaki, and her eyes and sharpness of will rivaled Tiara's.

Reaper was the only one among his companions who had interacted with that Noi. That's why his audience with her was fulfilled and his recommendations would come to pass.

If you really feel that it is a 'happy' holiday, then I hope that you (Noi) will spend the same time with her and heal the wounds in your heart. The Reaper tries to work on the girl who has sacrificed herself for a thousand years--

Stop the skill 'writing'.

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

After all, there's no need to force myself to change the rest of today's ”The Story of Rustyala”.

Noi has really messed up and won't read the rest of the story anymore.

He's supposed to keep his promise to the Reapers exactly as he promised, to keep himself and his mind safe.

If no one is going to read it, the writing will instantly stop moving forward. Above all, if you try to override an entity as powerful as Serdra or Noi with ”writing,” you will inevitably leave a ”mark.

It is better to leave them as they are than to leave them unnatural.

It's better to continue to write a natural story without any traces.

What am I doing now?

-- That night (・・・・・), in Maria's room, the Reaper, looking around in confusion, listens.

Now, me and the Reaper are facing each other alone.

Noi is gone, as if it was just the two of us from the beginning.

'She's already escaped into me. I shut my eyes, covered my ears, closed my mouth, and stopped sneakily reading, just like the Reaper said. --Reaper wins.

By lightly rubbing his own torso, both of the Reaper's eyes tell him where the being he's looking for is now.

Hearing this, the Reaper takes a deep breath to regain his composure and understand the current situation.

It's a good thing that ......, I know that I've beaten that guy and his demands have been met. And also the fact that the magic called 《Black Shift》 has painted over a lot of things. It's just that, more than I thought, I don't know, that ......

The Black Shift isn't that useful of a spell. You can't just 'forget' anything that's convenient for you. That kind of magic shouldn't exist.

What the Reaper was supposedly worried about was 'having his very existence erased' by the magic of the ancient and powerful 'The One Who Steals the Reason of Dimension'.

However, the only magic he was actually exposed to was visual and magical blackness.

The counterattack was weaker than I had expected, and it seemed to be anticlimactic.

Noi wishes that 'it didn't happen' and 'it didn't happen', but she doesn't really want to erase anything. Basically, she's just a girl who talks.

She understands.

She understands the weight of what it means to 'pretend it never happened'.

If you really want to ”undo it,” you have to chant with your whole life and sincerely hope that ”I will never (...) undo it.

Sacrificing everything else, seriously, to live through--

'All she did was groping through an embarrassing black history notebook and filling it with pen. She's good at that sort of thing.

'What?　Kuh, black history and ......?

'Well ....... The one that makes you scream a load of oohs and aahs before you go to bed, remembering your embarrassing failure.

Oh, yeah. Then I guess I can kind of understand.

As I explain the power, the strength is released from the Reaper's body.

However, the explanation right now is a bit of an under-declaration.

The magic called 《Black Shift》 is indeed weak.

However, the important thing in magic is application and combination. This time, I'm doing a combo of magic and skill. Even if it's only a blackened effect, if I use ”writing” to overwrite it, on the surface it will look like history is being rewritten.

Of course, time has not been rewound and the facts of what happened have not changed. However, when it comes to observations from other dimensions, such as the future or the past, it is quite deceptive.

The Reaper would also be able to see that power faintly through the unique senses of a dimensional wizard.

Although it was anticlimactic, he would not let his guard down if there was no threat.

Even if the magic is weak, he seems to find its use and mentality troubling.

'...... that guy. He's in worse shape than when I saw him a month ago.

The Reaper is concerned and speaks without mentioning Noi's name.

He may complain about the details, but he doesn't seem to want to hound me excessively.

'Yes, I do. It's a far cry from when she was so dignified in front of the Reaper a month ago. But I think that's who she is.

As I talked about this, I remembered the ”past”.

This is the memory of a month ago, the topic of conversation now.

If we read these two months' memories from the beginning, without destroying or skipping anything, the real ”writing” would be like this.

The memory still lingers in my brain, not to mention 'seeing past' it, and it won't leave me.

”-- It was the worst (...) weather I've ever had.

After killing my childhood friend and sister, sacrificing Nosfi and Rustyala, and losing every 'most important thing', I continue walking aimlessly through the desolate plains.

My body feels unsteady.

I always feel feverish. In fact, the magic stone inside my body is hot.

The magic stone in Lagune Kaikwola felt particularly hot.

I knew it, I promised it, I was prepared for it, but - the moment you reach the 'summit', even if it was as brilliant as the 'treasure sky', its value will soon fade away.

Everything loses its color, loses its taste, loses its emotion, and a continuation (...) so painful that it makes me want to jump off, awaits me, the victor--

That's the truth.

Furthermore, I continue to wander through the same frustration and anxiety as Maria.

Dea worries me, Snow encourages me, and I go through the worst week of my life.

”The first day was okay.

My mind was still buoyant, full of accomplishment, and the world was shining.

But by the second day, my mind had already begun to shake unsteadily.

Shaken by the tremors, the black eyes naturally began to search for their lost beloved.

He continues to walk and walk and walk and walk, hoping that perhaps Rastiara might be alive.

The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day, she looks for him, and on the morning of the seventh day, she cries.

I keep crying pathetically, hoping that it's a 'dream', exactly like Maria, and that it's a 'dream', please.

In other words, it was really dark.

The ”heavy, crushing, depressing sky” went on forever.

All the time, all the time, everywhere and nowhere, there is no color in the sky--

This is the real ”beginning” of the story.

Then, a week later, in the first month, the story is connected to ”Noi's Story”.

”A month later, I meet Noi, the former 'The One Who Steals the Reason of Dimension'.

It was right after I had sorted out my limited mind with the skill 'Pledge of the Deepest (Di Cavernator)'. I was walking through the shopping district of the 'original world' like a sleepwalker, when I bumped into him.

In other words, I had already met her, unbeknownst to Ms. Di Prakula and the Sith. The reason why the Apostles were not informed of this is because the 'contract' we made was made confidential.

The premise is that Noi does not trust his apostles.

It's not because of the disappointment of being manipulated by Tiara and Yotaki with 'strings' a thousand years ago.

It was because Apostle Legacy, who was supposed to be nothing more than an insurance policy, had left his own hands and gained free will.

Noi was wary of the two apostles, as there was a possibility that they might even stand in front of him one day.

Incidentally, Noi and I discussed the matter at a seat in the corner of a small coffee shop.

Daring to sip on a soda (Coke) or coffee, which I'm not good at, and giving the colorless world a little stimulation, we talked to our heart's content about the future of the world - and we hit it off very easily.

I heard about her too tragic life, and I felt sympathy, empathy, and 'affinity' for her.

That's why I immediately agreed to take over the role of ”Lord of the World”.

For the record, I had no reason to refuse. Considering the true (...) ”regrets” I found at that time, I could say that I didn't even have a clue.

However, the important thing would be the process of getting to that point.

The path to gather up the magic stones and reach the 'deepest part'.

I couldn't concede that everyone was 'happy' as a continuation of Rastiara.

She nodded deeply to that, many times.

She, as the administrator of the world, did not concede that everyone was 'safe'.

And I nodded deeply over and over again.

'Happiness' and 'peace of mind'.

Me and Noi never once disagreed, and this was another easy decision to join forces.

It's not a metaphor, it's just what it means.

We don't hold hands.

We're going to superimpose that body and soul in a dimensional magical way -

This is what happened a month ago.

It's been going on from that page to today's situation.

The Reaper stares at my abdomen and mutters, a little bit of regret in his eyes.

'Did he hate me?　Because Attah was an afterthought: ......

'No, that part's fine. I don't think she hates me that much. She doesn't want to talk to or meet with the apostles who are her half of the world. ...... They like the Reapers for showing up and talking to her.

It's not a lie.

Without a doubt, Noi trusts and adores the Reapers.

That's why he's shocked, teased, and obeyed orders with discipline.

'...... Thanks, brother. I'm a little relieved. But still, you don't tell me the story properly, do you? I don't know if you're strong or weak.

'She's a strong person. It's just that she's simply at her limit now. For a really long time, she's been trying to save the world ...... and she's been trying to save the world. When she finally realized she could pass the baton to me, a lot of things came crashing down .......

Originally, this world was flooded with 'demonic poison' because Noi's spirit (mind) had reached its limit.

That Titi was swallowed up by madness in a thousand years, but she's been alive for a longer time, lightly exceeding that.

Considering this, her spirit (mind) is rather strong.

However, Noi is simply at the end of her rope.

She seems to have been able to communicate very easily, but in reality, she is on the verge of losing her soul.

The limit had passed long ago, and he had reached the 'limit beyond the limit'.

That's why I wanted to reassure her, at least for the last time.

I recommended 'reading' first to her, which is a good hobby for her: ......, but I guess I wasn't thinking too hard.

'It's frustrating, but the Reapers are right ....... I didn't mean to rush, but somewhere deep down I was in a hurry ....... That's what she was telling me, and I could tell.

I thought I had successfully corrected the 'story' for Noi. But the only thing I was able to ”write” was a ”relief” that would dissipate if the Leeper poked me a little.

The Reaper was right in pointing out and advising me.

And that fact reaffirms to me that she is the one who is definitely the 'judge'.

I, like Noi, surrendered and acknowledged her points and advice.

'Reaper, it is true that 'Aikawa Uzumi (me)' was in a hurry. I'm not going to be in a hurry to save the 'reason-stealers'. --I admit it. For the sake of her inside, I want to hurry up and cut off the magic stone and go to the 'deepest'.

...... So, you're going to take over 'Lord of the World' from her in 'The Deepest'?

”I'm going to take over and go 'beyond...' When you see me through, there will be no more 'regrets' for Noi. Finally, he should be able to 'feel safe' from his heart and disappear. The soul of Serdra can also play its final role there.

Hearing this statement of determination, the Reaper's face slowly clouded over.

What shook her mind would be the words 'to the deepest' or 'Lord of the World', not 'to the beyond'.

The Reapers have helped her in various ways, but that's the only place she's always been bitter about.

'...... Hey, brother. Do we really need to go there?　You've already worked hard enough, big brother. He's right, I think he's really great. Do you think that's why your brother needs to work harder?　I don't think an older brother born in the 'other world' has any responsibility to save this world. After fighting with Uncle Seldora in the Otherworld, I don't think my brother has any more responsibility to save this world...

I haven't lived through it yet (・・・・・・・・・).

In the end, this one word is all I have to say.

Having cared for so many people, it came out of my mouth naturally, as a belief.

Compared to everyone else, I haven't made it through. Compared to everyone else, I haven't made it through. I'm not done yet. And yet, I can't say it's over. ...... I'm too embarrassed to say it.

When I saw the ”logic-stealers” that I had defeated, I admired and respected them, and I wanted to follow them.

It's a very natural thing for me to do.

--I'll live through it, too.

I'll make sure that the ”other world” that my family has caused so much trouble in will be restored.

I'll make sure that the wishes of Diprakra that caused me so much worry will also be fulfilled.

I will save all those who steal the truth and go to the deepest part of the world.

While vowing to do so - I have a premonition.

This is the premonition that gathering the power of the ”logic-stealer”, being called the ”savior”, and inheriting the ”master of the world” are just passing through.

Even now, my outstretched hand lightly reaches not only to the ”other world” but also to the ”original world”.

When I become the master of the world, my hand will reach farther and farther.

I'm not sure what the limits are yet, unlike Noi, but I'll do my best to reach them.

--I'm going to make sure it's beyond that.

I'm not sure if I've survived as well as the others.

I'm going to be able to change into a person who can be proud of me, like the ones who steal the truth.

Whether or not Rustyala laughed and read the rest of what I wrote.

I'm not doing this for anyone else, nor am I driven by need or responsibility.

I want to make sure for myself.

...... I know how that brother feels. I want to live up to Rowen's 'best friend' because I want to live up to my 'best friend', too.

My decision seemed to make sense to the Reapers.

Rather, I guess I'm more of a follower imitator in all this. The story is that what Loewen was to the Leaper was Rustyala to me.

There was a definite similarity between me and the Reapers.

But even with that empathy, the Leeper's face was still grim and bitter.

”...... Now, Atachi and his brother have a 'connection' and their hearts are passing through each other. Even the smallest flicker of that emotion can be read as a 'story'. I think that's really fair. ...... but even so (・・・・), sometimes I still don't know what my brother is thinking. I'm very worried about what my brother is going to do: ......

The Reaper puffs out his cheeks with all sorts of frustration - just to get it over with.

'Thank you, Reaper. Still, for keeping your 'contract' with me.