480 475. Underground sweeper.txt (2/2)

'--Name?　No, you can't. You can't ever have a name. You don't need it.

'But, Lady Helmina. It would be easier to manage if you gave me a name. I think it would be more efficient.

A thousand years ago, in the basement of Fania's Seventh Magical Research Institute in Fania, a straightforward subordinate made a demand on her boss.

However, Helmina gently refused to do so, saying that she was thinking of you.

'Because if you have a name, we'd all be really crazy ....... No, normally, no one would surely be able to stand even the fact that they have a name. Then it's better to not have a name in the first place. It's much better to not even know it exists .......

The cleaner continued to stare at his cold, sweat dripping face.

Helmina's eyes swam and her voice began to tremble.

'Duh, who inspired you to do this?　...... You're 'happy' without that stuff!　Because you were born with the best 'qualities', the 'good fortune' that you have!　So you're 'happy' ....... The 'happy' me is you. Please, please believe in that me: ......

It was a precarious and dangerous reply, as if he had lost his footing.

Helmina's monologue, which could only be considered a lie, continued.

”Names are a custom above ground, there is no need for them below ground. The reason being that once a 'low-level employee' has fallen into the ground, they can never go out again. It is decided by Fania's law that they can never return. Let's abide by that rule together?　Right?

Saying that, Helmina-san, who forced herself to laugh and said, ”Hmph,” was really weak.

''But, Helmina-sama: ......''

As the cleaner still doubted, Helmina finally took out a book from her pocket.

On the cover of that nostalgic 'Respectful Book', the name of the 'Inscription White Church' was inscribed on it.

''Da, it's okay!　Me too!　...... I'm the same way, you know?　Once a researcher has crashed into the outside world, 'there is no going back'. He won't retreat afterwards, and will continue to be cursed until he dies as 'Helmina Neisha'. It may be a painful path. It may be a hard road. ...... but one day God will save you!　So it's okay!　It's right here!　Chapter 1, verse 1, 'You are the one who is here!　This you is all of us!

Without opening the book, Helmina held it tightly and read it out loud.

But she seemed to be haunted by the words because she had everything memorized.

It makes the viewer uneasy.

'Yes!　Then, chapter 1, verse 7: 'Trials are the result of hope and good fortune. It goes on to say, 'They will always leave you with proof that you have moved on to tomorrow'!　So it's okay!　Someday it will pay off!　If you believe in it, one day!　Haha, hahahahahahaha!

With unfocused eyes, I started laughing hysterically.

As I already knew, Helmina-san was a follower of the Inscription Bai Sect just like me.

So, her behavior was very similar to mine when she was the 'Blood Stealer' agent.

And the way the cleaners looked at Helmina-san was just like the people who used to look at me.

She is pitying the believers who have gone mad, from the bottom of her heart.

With that look in her eyes, Helmina-san hurriedly closed the distance and hugged the cleaner.

'Please, the other me ....... We are the same. So please don't run away from me. Be with me, crazy ....... I'm lonely alone. I'm anxious to fall alone. So, why don't you laugh with me?　Will you read with me?　Shall we sing a song together?　Make this ”Respectful Book” the lullaby of your life: ......, hey?　Mm-hmm, hey?

Her heart is weak and full of cracks.

As I thought, Helmina is a ”thief of reason”. And she's also exactly like Kanami-san after a thousand years (now).

Reaffirming this, the cleaner, who was forced to say the word 'crazy', nodded back gently.

'............. Yes, sir. Let's live together. I like you properly, Helmina-sama.

All in all, he accepted it.

He was probably relieved by the response.

Helmina-san pocketed the 'Respectfully' and smiled gently, returning her trapped expression to the dignified researcher.

'Thank you, me. ...... Yes, I'll come with you. Just the two of us, until the end of the Neisha family.

In my absence, they held each other's hands.

They supported each other's crumbling hearts in the basement and managed to keep them steady.

--and that's as far as the basement went that day.

The next step was the daily routine in the 'lowest level' of the cleaners out of the basement.

The task of repeating the cleaning process as an example begins.

Occasionally some emergency work comes in, but there's no hardship.

No suffering. No hardship. I don't have a name, so I've always been 'happy'.

As long as I keep Helmina's words, I'm happier than anyone else in the world, and I'm being saved,” she said, smiling happily, ”as long as I keep my word.

The place that was hell for me looks like heaven to her.

That's when I thought that I had no choice but to admit that past - and that's when I thought it.

I begin to hear a new voice.

It's not me. The lamenting voice of a completely unknown third party--.

”Aha! A beautiful, pathetic, ephemeral failure. Get away from that demonic madness, quickly. Acknowledge the ugly and stupid distortions of this underground, and look for normal (...) 'happiness (...)'--

The voice was calm and strangely ostentatious.

It was heard as the cleaning crew was doing their cleaning work, as the name implied.

Inside the vault of the 'Fiends' who had failed their experiments was a cold, inorganic room made of stone. The gnarled 'Blood Demon Beast' trapped in there said, ”----ssh,-- ----! And she was able to decipher it in a faint, unvoiced voice (・・・・・・・).

'Look at what we are, look at what we are. If that Helmina isn't a demon spreading madness, what is it?

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

She only sees you as a backup, just in case. She's only being nice to you because she's afraid that the backup would escape. Someday you'll be treated like dirt and thrown away. ...... We know that very well.

It was also a voice that sounded as if it was preaching a lesson.

However, the cleaner denied that calm voice head-on.

She, too, sounded calm and strangely ostentatious.

''Devil ......?　Which one?　You guys should reflect on yourselves more. Lady Helmina is more kind-hearted and beautiful than anyone else, and she's a fine researcher who has taken on the cause of humanity.

”Wake up from your dreams of convenience. Trusting that woman is a nightmare.

'Do I look like that?　Huh, hmmm. You've really gone crazy, these poor 'failures'. I can't believe you caught this 'happy' me and it's a nightmare. Hmph, hmph.

”We are not crazy. We are not crazy. We are the only two who are crazy here.

You can say ...... whatever you want. No one is going to listen to you anyway, and no one will ever know. In the first place, you can't draw a line on who's crazy unless you're God. Then the most right thing to do is to trust the sanity that makes you 'happy'.

They talk casually.

The Blood Demon quivered in his throat and made an inarticulate sound.

The cleaner's throat quivered clean and spoke a language that was not a language.

Is it 'ancient magic' or 'new magic'?

I can't verify it anymore, but it was certainly understood by the cleaner.

Many times I was surprised that I knew nothing about her.

No wonder she couldn't get through to me all the time, even if I told her repeatedly, ”You're 'unhappy'”.

She had been told the same story over and over again by the 'Blood Demon Beasts' before I told her.

As a child, I was jealous that Helmina-san was being patronizing and teaching that janitor a lot of hidden things. But in reality, instead of teaching her something, it was the opposite.

Mr. Helmina was taking a lot of things away from the girl. And it was these 'blood monsters' who were educating this nameless girl, teaching her reality and raising her like a researcher's assistant.

''Even if you're right, there are some truths you can't change. That's a reasonable experiment you're standing by. You're being forced to like your owner and think they like you, and you're only trying to brainwash them with your attachment to them.

'Huh, no matter how much you try to stir me up, it's no use. Helmina-sama is my favorite person. I'll never get revenge for your sacrifices. Forever.

'No, no. No, no, no. It's not that we hold a grudge against the devil. We don't deserve it. ...... We just want you to be saved at least.

'Is ......?　Huh?　Do you want to be saved?　Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!　Hahahahaha!

The girl who had been listening coolly all this time seemed to be unable to bear it anymore.

At last, the ”blood demon beast” can no longer carry on a conversation and can only begin to question itself.

You will be able to see that it's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to have a good time. --

The Blood Demon Beast doesn't have a vocal organ.

However, it does have a number of parts that are very similar to it due to its deformity. Therefore, it was able to tremble (speak) at the same time and ask itself questions like a wooden spirit.

It was like a researcher's speculation. But when what should be in the brain is exposed to the outside world, I can't help but--.

Oh, horrible, horrible, horrible. Horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible. ...... It's just like the anecdote ”Magus”. I'm sure you've already gone crazy enough to want to kill the living without regard to who you are. These 'failures'.

It's not surprising that the girl felt that way, and after giving up her understanding of them because they were 'crazy', she scorned them for being like 'demonic beasts'.

She also decided that the living were envious wraiths and went on to look down on them and pity them.

'Really, poor ....... But it's okay. I will continue to take care of you so that you can be happy. I'll be with you forever and ever. I'll sing you a lullaby to your pathetic lives. ...... No, shall we all sing it together?

'Don't imitate Helmina Nisha. There is no need to pretend to be a backup. I want to put an end to those horrible eyes.

This is pretend?　I can't do such a superior thing. Because I'm an incompetent, nameless, crazy 'low-level employee'. I can communicate with crazy 'blood demon beasts' as well, so I'm only useful to 'lucky' people. I'm just a 'bystander' who just repeats the same tasks without a care in the world--

Even though the language is understood, the conversation does not fit well.

This is the daily life of the ”lowest level” a thousand years ago.

The cleaners treated the ”Blood Monster” as a protected creature and continued to take care of them in a ”happy” manner. They looked down on them and got a sense of superiority as well. They were affectionate and even sang lullabies.

The upper-level staff observed this and gave up their understanding that they were crazy among themselves. These monsters (monsters), who don't speak the language, seem to be 'happy' to see each other as family (pets), so that's fine now. ......

The environment is distorted but sort of complete.

Maybe no one had to mess with it.

It's not healthy, but at this time she was full of ■■ bliss and kindness. But to admit that ■■Unless, that means that she is no longer a Qing■ member ■■, long ago (・・・・・・) ■■■■■■■■■■■■. She ■■■, ■■■■■■■■■.

■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■.

■■■■■■......!

Suddenly.

I was struck by the sensation of being painted by a thick black fog.

I can't see beyond the past. I can't read it.

I'm getting interference from somewhere.

And I know only one person who is capable of such convenient interference.

She speaks before I can even picture that person's face.

--Shut up, Guru (Kanami).

--Don't interrupt our memories.

Her voice rang directly into my head.

I can hear her voice as she interrupts Kanami, who interrupts me and the cleaner's 'past vision'. In conjunction with that, the ”past vision” I'm seeing now was blurred and distorted in red.

It is painted out with red ■.

Against the black caused by Kanami's interference, it is painted back with red.

Black, red and. Black, red, black, and ■■ red, black, and ■■ red, black, and ■■ red, black, and ■■ blood. ■■ flesh and blood ■■ hell is ■■ fresh blood ■■ blood ■■ red and black and ■■■■■■■ black ■■■■■■■■ red ■■■■■■■■■■■■■ and ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■--

The two of them fight in my head.

Even with my diverse torture experience, I couldn't stand the headache.

My head was about to crack open.

--You just need to focus on the Failure Magic that will save your world!

--This Living Red is a sane and spiritual place to express resentment. It's not a place for madness, illusion and dreaming like your 'failure magic'

--I've been mad (・・・・・・) for a long time now (・・・・・・・). I'm crazy and I'm not going back. Is that really a paint-by-numbers thing to do?

The tone had been astonishing up to this point, but here the cleaners' voices were raspy.

And then, at last--

--and so do you (・・・・・・・)?　It's not something to be avoided. The madness (it) was necessary and right. I still believe it was the right thing to do. That's why I was never needed. I didn't need a helping hand. I didn't need to be self-appointed as 'unhappy'!　We don't need it all!　Being woken up from a 'happy dream' by being treated like a nightmare without permission is the nightmare!　Now the guru is probably more acutely aware of this than anyone else!　Only a true lunatic is 'happy' and the most perfect being in the world!　Pretend and only then do you realize!

I thought I heard her scream for the first time.

Perhaps this is her true feelings.

Her essence (heart) without any falsehoods, for the two of us, Kanami-san and I--

-- Oh, yes!　You two!　You've done the unpardonable!

--there, I was living in my own way ....... Desperately, I was surviving ....... We were surviving, much more than you guys were, and we were really surviving ......!

--But you two broke it!　You tricked the Light God!　Claim your salvation!　Don't patronize us!

--What's going on up there? It's a festival. A maiden's light and a hero's appearance?　Helvirshine and God's script are all crap. No, it's disgusting. Oh, the horrible ......!

--An evil guru who cheats on God. After all, you're the worst of all. And then there's Neil. You will be forgiven for Neil.　The two people who destroyed the Magician's Research Institute that day will never be forgiven ......?　”Allowed”?

--”Forgiven”?　Phew!

--It's not allowed (...)!　It's not acceptable (・・・・・・・)!

A smack.

With that curse, I heard the sound of the 'thread' being cut off.

At the same time, all of Kanami-san's interference disappears, and the 'past vision' of the 'past' also dissipates.

My consciousness begins to pick up the voice of reality.

''--Is it forgivable? It was absolutely not forgivable. There's no way it can be forgiven--

The vision was all red again.

I'm back in the deep sea of blood.

However, he didn't just return.

It was far more suffocating than before I saw the past.

Before I knew it, the cleaner who was supposed to be holding onto my leg was spitting out a curse in front of me.

The lower half of the cleaner's body had finished assimilating my torso.

On top of that, he had my neck in his hands - not even close. The number of arms had increased. Just as my hazy vision caught it, more than ten long, white arms grew out of her back. She was using all of those countless arms to choke me like a vise.

The 'demonization' of the human mixture is progressing, and her deformity is also progressing.

Together with her, I continue to fall to the bottom of the blood.