At first Miho only gambled to bet gold, but he started acting with Junko and Zero threesomers, and he also got modified to gain strength and throw himself into a game where he gets gold and thrills at the price of his life.
Even after being left rat-treated by Junko, Miho continued to participate in the play of death, provided by the pleasure-providing organization Hormaline Pickling President, becoming one of his regular players.
The death game that goes on beside the doomsday was fun. From time to time, I even put it together with zero. I continued on my own even after I heard that Zero was dead. Immersed in memories once challenged by three people, Zero and Junko.
However, Miho is dismayed that even the president pickled in formalin has perished.
I lost my family, I lost my pure child, I lost zero, and I even lost an important place to immerse myself in memories. Miho resents destiny, wondering how much the hell he should keep losing.
A life that keeps losing. But on the other hand, there is what we gain, and we lose what we gain. No matter how much you scratch, no matter how much you resist, no matter how much you try to protect, you can't prevent it. Isn't that how you keep being bewitched by an unseen fate?
In Miho, such fears linger all the time. Every time I'm conscious, I'm scared, I'm sorry, I resent, I'm abominable, I'm angry, I'm painful.
"This is the last time..."
In a battlefield where no one is, grumble and squeal.
This place was busy with a lot of people the other day. This is where Yoshiku Takada and Cornelis Van Dam were used for argumentative confrontations.
"If this doesn't work again, I'll already... throw it all away. I'm sure my heart will die."
"Come on, what are you talking about with your dark face?"
At some point, Hiroshi, who came to the side, speaks with a slight face after hearing Miho speak to himself.
(Oh well... there was this guy too. Could this guy be the next one to lose...)
Miho, who sees the face of Hiroshi and spills a grin of relief, but behind his smile the fear was rising.
(I want to avoid that more......?
More than a failure to establish an organization - in that sense.
"Hon, you and I can continue to do this as partners, right?
Seeing Miho smiling and confirming that, Hiroshi moves away.
(also, could it be, I want to finally come!? You're finally here!? Spring on me! And Miho... about me...!?
Nervous and solidifying macro in the kachikochi.
"You... don't get me wrong for a second? We're talking about work."
"Oh, right..."
Hearing the dialogue Miho had spoken, Hiroshi wanted to cry.
"You know, seriously, I trust you, and I want you to stay with me."
Rarely smiling toward the macro, Miho speaks.
"But you're scared. Me, because I've just lost my life. I thought you'd disappear from before me too... I'm so scared of dying."
To Miho, who smiles but speaks seriously, Hiroshi also becomes a rare and serious mode.
"Okay. Work out more, and be super careful not to die for Miho. So don't be scared."
Miho realizes that her heart is warming with a twitch in response to an ambitious response.
Miho realizes that his dark and cold heart is always warmed by this man. Occasionally - no, it is often annoying, but I still think it is appreciated. If you put it in your mouth, you'll definitely get on with it, and most importantly, Miho himself is embarrassed, so I can't talk about it yet.
Mika, who finally recovered last night, was returning to her office.
"You don't know where Yukie is anymore!
Before Nos. 2 and 11, Mika screams. Number seven went to the resting place of darkness, and number thirteen was his escort.
"Isn't the request pointless anymore? My client's an enemy, and whoever told me to help him, he's stuck with his enemy."
Number two goes in with an unpleasant look on his face.
"You may just be fooled! Besides, her mental state is not normal, and I want to talk more slowly!
"And number two! He said he wanted to talk to me, guide me to the root of all evil: the rain shore lily! Why don't you go ask me what you wanted to talk about!
"Huh? Huh? Yeah? Huh? I've been a good substitute, that's fine. Yeah, that's good."
Mika demands me, and I look blatantly disgusted, number two.
"I'm telling you because it's not good! Can you just take such a joke and make my image worse and stay put!
He was showered with louder anger than usual, and number two shrunk.
"Didn't you realize he was a bad fake?
"Phew, I don't know how to do it. But I worked hard."
In the words of eleven, two assert.
"Just show me! Leave me a message on the eleventh, please! If there's a raid, don't force it. Run!
"Heck..."
"Roger..."
Both Nos. 2 and 11 nodded with disgruntled faces at the behest of Mika.
Lilies have been sinking ever since I got home.
A mood that was closed the way it was going and thrown into the darkness.
Vengeance is fun. That is a great purpose. That's dark justice. The act of continuing to chase one person, indifferently, can't be fun.
Hate is fun. That emotion, which keeps people thinking indifferently, is a strong feeling equal to love.
Revenge for those who betrayed themselves. There's no better game than this. Work hard without any compromise and think of all ways to push your opponent down to Nara. Is there any other play that drives people so much heat?
But if you lose that spearhead, all your efforts and thoughts so far will be ruined.
Lily was in a state of disorientation with its recoil.
"Does that mean Junko was also a victim, and that Junko didn't do that with malice, either, because he gave it away with a cold attitude towards his mom?
"That's what I heard. That it was not the intention of Junko. That's why lilies are so depressed. Come on."
In the same room, Akiko and Mutsuki speak with a whisper.
"Lily, be sure. Is it possible that Junko Yukioka is lying?"
At last, I couldn't bear it, and Taro Platinum called out.
"Taro Platinum...... unfortunately, Junko often lies, but oh I wouldn't lie in a serious situation like that. Besides, he's a kid who doesn't lie seriously about hurting people."
A lily laughing powerlessly at the comforting white Kintaro.
"But... both my long-standing resentment of Junko and my resentment of Junko but so much of what I've been doing will be a story of what the hell it was, so I really..."
As we were talking, Lily's phone rang. The target is Junko.
"I forgot to tell you, I deserved that curse myself, and it's not like I'm someone's victim, Lily, don't worry about it."
When I told him that, Junko hung up unilaterally.
"Because..."
Akiko shrugs her shoulders. Junko's voice was heard by three other people besides Lily.
"You don't have to lie shady enough to hurt people, it sounds like you don't have enough words..."
Mutsuki laughs bitterly.
"I'm depressed and I lost it. I guess the reason I put that curse on myself is for a true rebirth anyway. I thought for a moment that I was furiously angry to quit poking Junko."
A lily that talks back to normal.
"My mom's feeling better..."
"I didn't expect to get better with one of those calls. How dependent they are on Junko. Aha."
Akiko and Mutsuki are smiling, but they are actually energetic. In front of the three of them, I just acted like I was feeling better.
It's not a big deal who put the curse on you. I don't care if it's in person or someone else.
That Junko sincerely apologized to himself. That's the biggest and worst problem for Lily.
I wanted him to be a thoroughly unforgivable, hateful enemy, more irresistible. Yet the other person sincerely admitted to not being. Apologized. That's all, my revenge was irresistible, and I was dishonored.
"I'm going to lay down a little. I didn't sleep well last night..."
Leaving it at that, Lily leaves the room.
(Dear Lily, I'm not feeling better. It hasn't changed at all. remain depressed)
Only White Kintaro, who observes lilies more often than anyone else, was discerning the facts.