Chapter 290: 290 287. Born loser.txt

Which is Aikawa Uzumi's earliest memory?

Of course, I can't say that the day I first met Rustyala and Dia - the moment I wandered into the labyrinth of the Confederacy - is the oldest.

I remember that there was a story before that, and I remember that there was a story before that. But I wouldn't even say that the memory of a thousand years ago in my head is the oldest.

Even earlier than that.

Life in my former world. A world where there wasn't a single magic or magical stone, a world of concrete roads and houses. The memory of living with my sister is the oldest memory - but not the oldest (・・・・).

Living alone with my sister is a memory of the original world 'at the end'.

It's much, much earlier than that.

It was back when my siblings and I still had a family.

Not just my sister, but my father and mother. ......

First of all. My sister was still a baby and I was still very young when I finally established my self-awareness.

I remember that time clearly.

For some reason I can remember everything about that day, even though my life has been full of memory loss. The light I saw, the sounds I heard, the scent that tickled my nose, all of it comes vividly to mind.

--It's a good thing that you're not going to be able to find a way to make a living.

Half the walls of the room are covered with pure white wallpaper, and the other half is covered with glass. On the other side of the glass, I could see the buildings of the big city and a sky of dark clouds. The concrete ground is so far away that you have to stick to the glass and look down to see people walking the streets.

It's definitely not a cheap house to rent. It's the top floor of a top-of-the-line apartment building that has won the city's height contest. It's a world where only a handful of people - one in ten million winners - can get their hands on it.

I loved the strong smell of disinfectant wafting from that room.

It's a smell that symbolizes my father and mother to me, and it's a smell that makes me feel like I'm home.

I love this house.

Even though I've never seen my parents together here ......, I love it, even though it's minimal white furniture and no playground equipment, and it's too big for me, just past the age of three, to ever see them together here.

My earliest memories are of that favorite scene in the house.

I remember a rare occasion when I was alone with my father.

It was raining that day.

Raindrops falling from the dark clouds, pounding the glass endlessly.

The rain dripping on the glass window was like tears, and it was a strange sensation to stare at it for so long. I feel as if someone, not me or my father, is crying very close to me, and I feel sad because I'm caught in the middle of it for no reason.

I wonder if my father sensed this sensation in me. ...... On rainy days, he would always take out his instrument and play it for me.

That day it was a violin-shaped stringed instrument. The sight of my father holding the instrument on his chin and holding the bow was cool, even as a child.

In hindsight, however, it is not surprising.

My father is a famous actor in Japan. He is naturally well-groomed in appearance.

If anyone saw my father, they would at the very least rate him as one of the coolest people in the world. Never less than "normal".

From the instrument in his hand, a magnificent melody begins to flow, as good as if it were coming from the other side of the LCD screen.

The high notes of the stringed instrument smoothly pass through my ears.

The sound is high and sharp, but it doesn't hurt my head in the slightest.

The music is as if a soft, thin thread runs through my ears and winds gently around my heart.

Naturally, the heat came from the bottom of my body.

I shivered from the bottom of my heart.

Before I knew it, any feelings of sadness had disappeared.

Watching my father's back as he played the instrument, I felt a new emotion.

It's a feeling of admiration. As a son, I admired my father.

Wherever I went, there was no one who didn't know my father's name.

Everyone admired his ability to do anything.

And my father was successful in everything he did, as he should have been.

I looked at his too big back and admired him from the bottom of my heart.

This is the earliest memory I can remember - the most memorable memory is the father-daughter interaction in a luxury mansion where money was at stake, and no matter how many times I recall it, I can only let out a dry laugh at my little me's lack of discernment.

A few years later, the little me comes to a realization.

Aikawa Uzumi's father is a human scum, and I have to face the reality.

As time passes, I learn more and more about the man's ugliness. The more she learns, the more she despairs.

To put it simply, my father was the best of the best, but he was a terrible human being.

My father loved to look down on the weak, trample on them and prey on them. He spread misfortune around like a breath of fresh air and found it amusing.

He made fun of hard-working people and would never acknowledge the talented ones. He routinely crushed promising newcomers with power, and all competing rivals were kicked off with dirty tricks.

The women he's targeted will try to trick him into getting them. In some cases, they try to dominate by throwing money around and using violent collaborators. Although he is married, he takes women into his room on a daily basis. Once a week, a woman yells at him. Then he makes her cry loudly and then turns her away.

He was honest in his desires and yet sensitive to his honor and status. He's such a bad guy that you'd think he'd dropped the idea of morality before he was born.

However, he could still be as bad as this.

The most evil part of my father was that he had no guilt whatsoever.

He took all of those evil deeds for granted.

He was a man who believed that it was all his right to be a genius, and he could boast to his son and daughter without hesitation that he was doing justice to them. He was a man who could laugh out loud and say, "Oh, that was fun" in front of all those who sacrificed for him.

A particularly troublesome and ugly scum among a handful of evil people.

That was the father that Aikawa Uzumi admired.

Incidentally, her mother is the same kind of person. I think it's easy to understand when I say that she married that father and never once discussed divorce. My mother was also a good-looking and talented person, and she was loyal to her own desires. Needless to say, she was an evil person, since her interests were aligned with those of my father until the end.

These two were the father and mother of the Aikawa family, and the two born to them were Aikawa Uzumi and Aikawa Yotaki.

Naturally, my siblings and I did not grow up properly under these parents.

We couldn't even become a normal family, let alone find normal happiness.

Our parents, who gave birth to two children out of spite, started treating us like toys without any sense of responsibility. However, it's not uncommon for parents to raise their children as if they were playing with dolls. In the eyes of the public, they are still considered good parents for having tried to educate their children at an early age.

But the problem was that their parents' standards for education were not those of ordinary people.

They were greedy and selfish parents who were just as talented, able to do anything, and perfect as they were - and who finally felt that their children were their own.

Hence the gifted and talented education they were given - starting with the usual English conversation and piano lessons, followed by traditional dance and performing arts, and then multiple sports at the same time, as well as training in their parents' professions as actors and artists, and finally getting top honors at a prestigious private school. He imposed an uncommon amount of study - such as studying to make me - anyway.

--And the result of that education was that I would be discarded.

It was simple.

I had no talent.

No, in fact, I had more talent than most people can be proud of.

But I didn't have anything to compare to my parents. That's all that mattered, and even before I entered elementary school, it was decided that Aikawa Uzumi was not their child.

They weren't their own kind - and because of that, my parents lost interest in me and treated me as 'something that wasn't there'.

There was only one daughter in the Aikawa family, and only my sister was adored and taken out of the house. I remember well how she would decorate her house with no strings attached and show it off to her acquaintances.

Unlike me, my sister had talents that rivaled those of my father and mother.

Unlike me, she was not a quick learner like me, but a real person in every field.

The difference between myself and my younger sister was so great that I was shocked, even as a child.

I remember I was stunned for months, as I secretly admired my father for that reason, as I was regarded as 'the one who never existed'.

My father was really strong.

He believed that he was the strongest when it came to competing with others.

The fact that he was strong alone was enough to make me feel cool and unbearable as a young child at the time.

But I couldn't live up to my father's expectations.

I couldn't be the child my parents wanted me to be.

The only person who was able to become one was his sister, Yotaki.

My sister inherited all of her parents' talents.

Both my father's talent as an actor and my mother's talent as an artist.

Naturally, my parents were satisfied with my sister's talent and continued to only love her.

I, on the other hand, despaired of my sister's talent and gave up trying to compete with her. It was impossible to keep up the will to fight against the talent, as if the whole world was favoring Yotaki.

For example, I was good at memorization-based studies.

Compared to kids my age, I was able to memorize twice as fast as kids my age.

But no matter how much I read books to increase my knowledge, my innate intelligence could not be beaten. If I spend ten hours learning ten things, my sister will learn ten things in one hour. The more I work hard, the more I am reminded of my inability to do so.

The most frustrating thing was that my sister would happily report it to me.

I want to win over my sister no matter what the cost, but she always rubs me the wrong way, looking like she wants me to praise her. He looks at me with the purest of eyes, and there is no evil in his eyes, he just smiles at me, his older brother.

It's a far cry from me being jealous and reckless. I thought I was losing not only in talent but also in personality.

Immediately I gave up competing with my sister. I had no choice but to give up and accept the reality that Aikawa Uzumi was not our child.

Fortunately, my parents are not indifferent to me, but they don't neglect me in a malicious way to make the world a worse place.

They won't teach me anything in particular, but make sure I attend school as a proper and compulsory education.

It was. He regularly gave me more than enough money and also told me to live as I wanted.

The amount of money they could give me was honestly too much for a student. Either my parents have a strange sense of money, or they tried to minimize their involvement with me by giving me more: ...... Maybe it was both. Anyway, I was never in need of money.

From then on, I was a normal kid, living a normal life.

I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not the only one. I lost the meaning of working hard, so it was very natural for me to indulge in entertainment.

In order to avoid the fact that I couldn't beat my sister, I didn't try to leave my room much.

If she left her room and came face to face with her sister, she would not only resent her, she would feel a desire to kill her. It's also very hard to face the reality that our parents treat us as something we don't have. I've got to treat my parents and my sister as if they weren't there, or I'll go crazy.

All the time outside of school, I kept escaping reality.

That was enough for me, because that was how I was able to live. I don't have any high hopes that I was born wealthy. Even at a young age, I knew that there were many children who were born worse.

But I realized that I was a born loser, so I spent as much time as possible in school as modestly as possible. It wasn't the same as my sister's school, but still, it would definitely be troublesome if people knew about my parents. I refrained from being assertive and lived to blend in with my surroundings.

I had a good amount of friends, played with them in a good way, failed in a good way ...... and lived a really normal school life, from elementary school to middle school.

I turned away from everything in the Aikawa family all the time--and

The turning point in his life came in the middle of junior high school.

He had gotten used to living alone, forgetting his parents and sister, and was finding his life worth living.

--My father was arrested.

I heard about it on the morning news.

I continued to watch in my room as many difficult words came out of the blinking speakers on the LCD screen.

It was broadcast that my father had been detained over the use of illegal drugs and new charges were being exposed in a chain of events. An actress who looks like an acquaintance of my father's speaks in tears to the outraged stranger commentator. Everywhere I looked, it was the same. The world treated him as a criminal, and it was clear that he was plummeting from that perfect life.

I was surprised and bewildered to learn that my father, who was an absolute in my mind, had been caught by the police.

I'm not upset by the litany of my father's misdeeds on the television. I just couldn't help but wonder how that calculating and perfect father could have made a mistake.

I couldn't fully understand what was going on, followed by my mother, who found herself in the same situation. The police markings were on against the couple, and this time I could hear over the speakers that they were able to give evidence at the same time.

I stood at home, forgetting to go to school and watching the end of the Aikawa family.

It was then that I heard the sound of the speaker.

My cell phone (smart phone), which doesn't usually ring, was shaking.

There are only a few people who know my phone number.

At first, I thought it was a prank to get a call from an unknown number. But the timing of the call is perfect. I thought it might be important, so I pressed the answer button.

Unexpectedly, the call was from the hospital.

I was still in the middle of my confusion, but the frantic voice of the stranger on the phone got me moving.

I walked out of the house, took the train, and spent a long time on the train, but my mind was still messed up, so I came to the hospital I was called to and was led by a guide into a certain hospital room.

It was a pure white hospital room.

It was very similar to the room the Aikawa family had lived in and smelled of a strong disinfectant solution. It was lined with minimal furniture and medical equipment, and a girl was lying on a white bed in the window garden.

I walk past the doctor and approach the girl as if I'm being sucked in.

The face of the girl lying there is the beauty of her parents, and her long black hair is flowing without a trace. At first glance, anyone would think that she is perfect, just like a doll.

It's a good thing that you're not the only one who's been in the market for a while.

''Brother .......''

The girl - my sister Yotaki - smiled weakly.

I didn't know how to respond to her words and could only stand there.

After all, the last time I spoke to my sister properly was when we competed as children.

'I'm sorry, brother. Your brother is supposed to be busy too, but it's my fault .......

My sister was on the bed, looking apologetic.

The meaning of this is conveyed by a man who seems to be a doctor in the back. First of all, "You're Aikawa Yotaki-san's brother, aren't you? It took me a few dozen seconds to answer the question. When I asked him about it in detail, he told me that he hadn't been able to get in touch with the other relatives and that I was the last option.

The doctor seemed to know what was going on in our house and proceeded to treat me as an emergency guardian.

But as they explained it to me, I was wondering.

First of all, how did my sister get my phone number?　In the first place, is this something I, as an underage person, should be allowed to hear?　No, more importantly, I want an explanation about my parents most of all, so why are they here?　Is something wrong?　Are there too many shocking events stuck in one day?　I don't have time to settle down. Somehow, I need time to calm down for once. ...... I need time to think calmly--

There was an endless stream of questions, and I couldn't think straight at all.

All the while, explanations continue to be given.

The doctor tells me, with anger, that Yotaki's condition is bad.

Apparently it's rare for a body to be so overworked at this young age. Even with a light blood test, it seems that the abnormal numbers were in the double digits. They also told me that I would have to do some long-term tests because of an asthma attack, the cause of which could not yet be determined, and that they would write a referral letter for a psychotherapist because there were parts of his body that could not be caught up with the physical treatment alone.

Like the TV I mentioned earlier, it's hard to catch up with understanding when you're suddenly crammed with a huge amount of information.

In short, does that mean Yotaki is sick: ......?

But that's not right.

She can't be sick.

My sister is perfect. She is perfect, just like my father.

I never saw my father get sick.

My sister couldn't be sick either.

She was just like my father, a genius, blessed, successful in everything she did - and that's why I was jealous. I resented her.

But what I see in front of me is the complete opposite of what's inside me.

That do-it-all little sister, who can do everything, has never been more vulnerable. I've been told that she sings and dances effortlessly and is a promising child prodigy everywhere she goes, but she has lost all her sparkle.

''I'm really sorry ....... I have no one else to rely on but my brother ......--

My head chills rapidly as I look at my sister, who stares at me with a blue face that looks like she's about to fall over.

The questions may be endless, but there are more important things to ask.

The only thing that is true is the sister who is suffering in front of me right now.

My sister, with whom I have shared blood, needs help.

My sister is still a child.

She's a smaller child than I am as a child.

There is no way she can be the same as my father. And yet, I had neglected to understand my sister by saying she was perfect.

My sister was not perfect. The trauma of my childhood defeat had most likely made Yotaki an absolute. There was no doubt that she was better than me, but there was no way that she could have the same level of strength as my father, who was the evil one.

Looking back, my sister was the only one who had always laughed at me. At the time, I thought she was making fun of my lack of talent, but now that I'm a little older, I can understand.

She liked me as an older brother and was just trying to get along with me.

And yet, I've always been--.

First and foremost I apologized and grabbed my sister's thin arm in both hands.

''I'm sorry, Yotaki ....... I was crazy all along ....... I was taking it out on you. It's all my fault for being so pathetic, but I hit Yotaki for everything ....... I'm your brother, but I kept ignoring you ......

And my sister looked as if she had been saved from the depths of her heart.

''Oh (...), I knew it (・・・・) ....... Your brother is a kind .......

Oh, I knew it.

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My sister had been waiting for my salvation all along. That father and mother, with their extraordinary upbringing, couldn't have been able to keep a young child from suffering. I pretended not to see it.

'--No ......!　I am not kind. For a long time, I've been treating Yotaki as an "absent entity" ....... Even though Yotaki is a smaller girl than I am, ......, I never tried to help her. I'm supposed to be the older brother, I never once tried to help ....... Not even once .......

I regret it.

I put all of my parents' expectations on my sister and went on with my normal life.

I know that this Aikawa family is abnormal, but I jealously imposed it on my sister, who is more talented than I am, saying she would be fine.

'I'm not good enough after all ....... How stupid ......--

I can't stop being angry at myself for that stupidity.

My clenched fists are about to shatter now.

'Your face is proof of your kindness. Your brother should have confidence in himself. That kindness is your strength.

Sitting up, my sister gently placed her right palm on my cheek.

Then she called me "strong". I'm confused by the unexpected assessment.

'Strong ......?　What do you mean ......, strong is like my dad and mom--

'No. I wouldn't say that people without substance like me and my parents are strong. It would certainly be admirable if you only looked at the 'numbers'. Fame, fortune, ability - but that's not real strength. Now that I've met my brother, I'm finally convinced of that.

I stop trying to shake my head and continue to praise me in a very loving way.

'--My brother is a kind man. That kindness is strength.

I'm ......, the gentle ......?

--That one word is a turning point in my life.

This day, my life begins anew.

In the end, it was my sister who accepted me for the first time.

She was the one who loved me as family. She was not my father and mother.

'I know. If your brother sees someone in need, he won't abandon them. Even if it's a stranger, he can desperately try to help them somehow. It's really cool.

Yotaki continues to talk to me, who is confused by his first experience.

But I felt that he was exaggerating a little too much. I couldn't believe myself, wondering if I was human enough to be praised that much.

''My brother always cares about everyone and cares more about others than he does about his own losses. When you see someone else's smile, you can smile too. You can congratulate them before you can envy them. That's the kind of person he is.

But before I could try to deny it, my sister drove away.

When that excellent Yotaki said it, it was convincing enough to make me believe that it must be so.

I inhale those words as if they were 'magical'.

'I think it's quite wonderful. Your brother is a little too good-natured, but that's not a bad thing. He's straightforward to all intents and purposes and can't tolerate being bent. He has such ...... a 'righteous heart' that is never weak--

Before I knew it, my sister was right under my nose, right in front of me.

In her dark eyes, I saw my face reflected in her dark eyes.

She looked at me firmly and never looked away to admire me.

'Your brother is able to keep moving forward, even though he's lost and suffering. In comparison, I can't ....... I can't even take a step forward anymore.

Finally, in the weakest voice of the day, my sister removes her hand from my cheek.

I keep my distance, look away and mutter a little anxiously.

'Please ....... I want to live with my brother from now on. For example ...... I want to go to the same school. I want to live in the same house with my brother, eat the same food in the same room and sleep in the same ...... place. I don't want to live like that again .......

And I wished.

I confessed that my life up until today had been hard, and that I wanted to live with me.

I wasn't used to being recognized or relied upon by anyone, so I couldn't answer immediately.

I couldn't get it out of my throat from the words "leave it all to me," so I looked around for a clue.

There was a doctor behind me.

It seems that the doctor has been watching us the whole time.

The doctor looked at me and nodded very strongly. That's all right, the specialist would push me back.

That determined my turning point.

Of the multiple paths that stretched out, I chose one.

...... yeah.

I answer my sister's request.

She immediately leans over and hugs her sister's body in the bed and makes a sound to reassure her.

'It's okay, Yotaki. We'll be together from now on. We'll always be--''

For the first time today, I approached my sister myself.

I realized that Yotaki, who I had always thought of as my enemy, was the one who would help me, and I hugged her with love from the bottom of my heart.

My sister's body was thinner than I had imagined.

She was thin, small, and vulnerable.

Ah, I was wrong, after all.

There was no way I could turn Yotaki into something that didn't exist.

My sister is not strong. She's not perfect. She's not a genius above the clouds.

You're not going to be able to find out what you are. I'm Yangtaki's brother, I had to help her.

Since a long time ago, I have not been able to fulfill my 'mission' as an older brother--

But that's over now.

From now on, I will not go down this road again. As a brother, I will never let my sister...

...... Hmmm. Oh, you finally looked at me. ...... my brother.

Hearing my determined voice, Yotaki let out a smile along with a look of relief.

I can feel my sister's breath in my chest as I hold her tightly.

I have the realization that my sister is alive there. At the same time, I also feel that I am alive.

It's just a realization that there is no such thing as a 'thing' that doesn't exist anymore.

--I'm not going to be able to tell you what to do with it.

We got the family love that we never felt from our father and mother, and we certainly got the words we wanted.

I got the words I wanted, and I felt as if a hole had been filled in my heart.

So ....... That's why.

I was definitely going to protect Yotaki.

Thanks to my sister, I finally began to feel alive.

On the contrary, without my sister, my life is over.

I'll never go back to being 'gone' again.

I won't make my sister into something that doesn't exist.

I will protect Aikawa Yotaki. My sister is my everything.

I will always protect her. I will protect her at any cost. I will protect her for the rest of my life.

That's my "unseen--

--Whirlpool Wave (...) Are you sure about that (・・・・・・・・)?

What ......?

Suddenly an unknown voice rang out.

In the midst of the earliest memory recollections, an unassuming, loud voice rings in my head.

At the same time, everything disappears.

A hospital room in my former world. A white bed and treatment equipment. The cleaned floor and walls. A doctor and a young brother and sister who were watching over him. Everything disappears like a fog.

After proving that it was all a dream, I am thrown out into the pitch-black world where there is nothing.

Then I hear the voice again.

A voice that I shouldn't have heard before, but I feel a little nostalgic and at ease.

--I think you wanted your father's approval, didn't you?

It is not in my eardrums, but directly into my thoughts.

No matter how hard I try to cover my ears, no matter how much I can't stand it, I'm forced to listen to it.

-- he really wanted to be loved by his father, not his sister, didn't he?　

You knew very well yourself that you had always admired your father. So how could he become his sister, Yotaki, halfway through?　Don't you think it's funny that we come to the answer that it's all about protecting the Yangtaki guy?

Wait, wait, wait. ......

He pokes me in the part of my mouth that I don't want to touch, and I can't help but try to stop him.

But it doesn't stop. A conversation is thrown at me that is peculiar to the apostles (・・・・), with no consideration for the feelings of the other party. It's also directly to your head.

-Doesn't you still notice your contradictions?

You seem to think that your sister is the one to inherit your father's talent, but that's not true.

The one in Yotaki is something much, much different.

He was really just like his father.

Your father, despite his lack of talent, tried desperately to gain strength by any means necessary. He was driven by his natural cowardice, and he finally gained the strength that no one else could match. The best part is that he loses at the crucial point at the end, just like you.

"...... I'm the same as your father?

Yeah, same thing.

You swore an oath to be with Tiara Hoozeyers a thousand years ago and then you forgot about her.

You pretended all the inconvenient things didn't happen and left her to die.

And now you've taken the more beautiful, closer to you, and more convenient Rustyala Hoozeyars as your lover, and now you're having fun.

What's the difference between you and your father now?　

I see the resemblance. You are that man's son.

"Oh no, that's not ......, that's .......

No, that's the important part of the story. It's not a good time to talk about it.

I'm not saying it's not important, but ...... what's important this time is that things are going the way you want them to go.

Wait, can we talk about this more--!

It's the same as with your parents.

You think that everything is going the way you want it to go, but in fact, everything is going the way Yotaki wants it to go. That's the biggest problem.

Listen, Vortex Wave.

Without a doubt, it was Aikawa Yotaki who brought about the downfall of Onushi's parents and ruined them.

It was Aikawa Yotaki who drew the picture of the ending in that original world to be alone with you.

''--No, that's not true!　Don't tell me what to do!　Who the hell are you to begin with?　What is my what?!

My name is Diprakra (・・・・・・).

This is the apostle who was once your friend, but now he has been turned into a plant and cannot move.

I'm finally within reach of you, and I'm sending you a message.

'Diprakra ......?　The Apostle's ......?

But I am something of your .......

I don't need to be your ...... or remember me.

There's no time for that now.

You must only remember your role.

You must remember that you must never lose your weakness to do your job.

This me called you to this world-- Aikawa Uzumi was unable to get serious about her life, unable to communicate her true feelings to the people she cared about, desperate for the role she was given, and in the end, unable to even stay close to her family. I kept looking good to protect my sister's ideals] [The affection I really wanted will never be available to me again].

Aikawa Uzumi is that kind of person.

That's what he is, from his soul. He is born with the "unrequited love" of all the "stealers of reason" in his soul.　

Therefore, soon enough, [you will be unable to save your beloved,] [you will forget everything and run away from reality] again.

I do not mean to disparage you.

Because you, more than anyone else, seem to be the thief of reason, and because you are essentially weak, you can be the hope of those who steal from reason. That is why I have summoned you from another world.

I contracted with you to save the souls of the Stealers of Reason, to bring them together and to gather them into one place.

However, you are trying to take away the weakness that allows you to understand everyone.

Yotaki is a really good at switching things around.

I don't think there's a part of the brother-sister relationship that Onushi isn't interfering in. Your current personality and values, your current personality and values, and the destination of your admiration and fondness are probably all--.

All of them, whatever they are: ......

Whatever, Vortex Wave.

I only want one thing. It's pretty simple.

You see.

Our time will come.

It's almost over.

The story of Aikawa Uzumi reaches the end of the page.

The Northfield Hoosiers was born as an 'alternative to keep it from ending' because it was a 'stealer of reason'. That's what I mean by settling with that one.

When Northfield disappears - at the moment of the end, never make the wrong choice.

Do your duty without violating your contract with me.

Do not attempt to follow Yotaki, no matter how hard he tries to pull you into the same realm.

That's not allowed.

It is not for that reason that I called you here.

You are not your sister.

The task at hand is to save our Lord.

That is all.

My Lord is waiting for you.

He's been waiting for a long time.

I've been waiting for the moment when I can get to know Aikawa Uzumi in the depths of this world.

...... This is the end of my story.

Please don't make a mistake.

We want you to save the world.

I believe the only true guardian is Aikawa Uzumi, .......

I've been quietly listening to the ...... apostle's story, but it's ...... too big a story. Even if you suddenly talk about saving the world ......

Don't be a fool.

It's not too big for you anymore.

You should reevaluate the power you have. The power of the thief of dimensionality.

It's not so urgent.

It has been this story from the beginning.

I called you, the Gentile, for the sole purpose of saving the world.

That's the only reason why I called you, the Gentile, to save the world.

Give up, Uzumi.

You are bound to save the world. Just like my Lord.

The two of you can save people, everyone, but you will never be saved.

In "forever". ......--

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