Broken Personality Split Girlfriend

"Not only was she defeated by a girl, but she refused to admit defeat. I'm so sad, Kiel."

Lucia, Yili, Noel and other girls fired at him in unison.Every sentence accurately hit Chirsas' weakness, making him unable to utter a word.

Unable to win them, Chirsas lowered his head in frustration.

"...I'm going to clean up."

That dejected figure with heavy steps did not look like the leading man in the strongest knight order at all.Lucia probably felt that her words were a little too much, so she hurried forward.

"I'm sorry, I spoke too much. I'll help you, cheer up."

"Titi will help too, bro."

"Everyone do it together, and the sweeping will be done in no time."

Titi and Curt also continued.Kirthas was still listless.They comforted him on the left and right sides, and the four of them left in the direction of the bathing place.

After watching the whole passage, Olga said with a stunned expression:

"I can't stand it, why are the ministries so naive?"

"There's really nothing you can do about them. However, I'm not qualified to say that they're all. Sister Yili, I'll help you."

"thanks."

Heath Leon took the vegetables from Yili's hand and walked towards the kitchen.Noelle and Yili looked at each other and shrugged slightly.Heath Leon probably wanted to cook while they were cleaning the bathroom.After all, the war is over.Anyway, let Chirsas who is fighting on the front line have enough to eat.

Heath Leon is not alone in having this idea.

"Okay, let's take care of the work at hand, let's prepare together. In order to celebrate the victory of the previous few days, let's hold a banquet today!"

"Yah! 』

Noelle's words made everyone cheer in unison.After finishing work, everyone headed to the restaurant.After repelling the Lian Sri Kingdom Army, I can finally relax today.Before the group members wanted to get together and celebrate.Presumably everyone will eat, drink and party all night tonight.

The "Red Goddess Knights" is the most feared contemporary combat group.However, for Chirsas and the others, this is their home.We should share weal and woe.Because this is a place where irreplaceable family members are formed through a warm and unbreakable strong bond.

Section 468 Untitled

When chatting in the classroom, sometimes at a certain moment, I will be attacked by a strange uneasiness.

Why is everyone silent now?

Because I heard the roar coming from the classroom next door, I fell silent——I am the only one who thinks like this, but the roar has nothing to do with it at all, right?

That guy might have suddenly remembered yesterday's funeral and fell silent.

Maybe the girl shut her mouth because she saw a plesiosaur outside the window on the third floor.

The girls might argue that they didn't hear anything from the start.

I cannot say otherwise.

The world has... all kinds of truths, all kinds of viewpoints.

Even if we watch a crow together, some people will think that the crow's wings are red, and some people will claim that it has the blood of a swan.

Between them who watch the same thing but explain different content, communication cannot be established at all.

As it turns out, that's what the story is about.

This is the story of a wonderful vampire, but also a story of a terrifying novelist; it is also a story of a robot made by cosmic beings, and it is also a story of a boy who thinks he is a hero; it is a story of a lack of communication for everyone.

Whether it's me, her, or another her, everyone obviously encounters an event in the same world, but they talk about the truth as if seen from different angles.

What actually happened was like Rashomon.

But even though there are so many truths, each of which inevitably gets smeared into a mess, I must tell it.

...for her who is no longer here.

And there are probably facts that everyone is willing to admit.

The first point.Our school was once inhabited by vampires.

Second point.This is a vampire murder story.

third point.We should have a happy ending.

The story begins on a certain winter day.

Volume [-] Tokiwa Momoka and the Noble Undead

"What cosmic beings are still vampires, it's already outdated now—do you understand?"

Yamazaki-san said so earnestly.

The smell of cigarettes rose from Mr. Yamazaki's words.It is working man taste.Perfect for a winter café.

The jazz music born on the other side of the sea is playing slowly in the shop.The attached fireplace swayed with a gentle flame.The footsteps of the waitress also seemed to sink into the carpet and melt.

As soon as you close your eyes, it feels like you are in a blissful time machine.Is the air conditioner carefully designed?No matter which seat you sit in, you can feel a little warmth.

As if it would take me somewhere other than here, not at this moment, in a space different from the real world.

The owner of the coffee shop must be a gentle person, you can't go wrong.Just talking about little sesame seeds can make people feel warm inside.

"Recognize the reality. The world department is outdated. The daily department is completely dead. Pseudo-literature has not breathed since the beginning. What's more, the story of the cosmic people and the vampires doing nothing, just living a peaceful life, no one wants to read it at all. .There is no market demand. No one in this world will take it. So there is no point in writing that kind of story.

Hey, Miss Tokiwa.Do you understand what I'm saying? "

Mr. Yamazaki's way of speaking is always like a reminder.Sensible and rational, like the way of speaking that bricks are piled up evenly and neatly on the dry land.

Is it because the profession of editor often interacts with ambiguous people?Or is it learned from the natural environment?

When we were in a good relationship, I once heard from Mr. Yamazaki that he often changed schools when he was a teenager.

Maybe it was because he learned this tone of deliberately keeping a distance from others in order to cope with the life of frequent transfers.It could be a tragedy.

"We are publishing light novels as a business. It's not a noble art because of hobbies, nor is it a doujinshi written in college for our own people. Write the content that everyone wants to read according to market demand. Provide high quality The goods are given to the market in need. This is the so-called work bar.

Hey, Miss Tokiwa.Am I wrong? "

Mr. Yamazaki tilted the coffee cup in his hand. He must have noticed that the cup was empty. He narrowed his eyes tightly.He pressed the cigarette butt against the ashtray as if to dislodge twisted bricks.

If Mr. Yamazaki had experienced a different parenting style, would the current Mr. Yamazaki become a different Mr. Yamazaki?

For example, suppose Mr. Yamazaki is the child of the owner of this cafe.We may meet at different times, and we may be able to relate in different ways.

I vaguely imagined that kind of storyline.Decide on an ending and think about how to start.In order for the story to become a story, a structure of succession and transformation is organized.

--certainly.

Although this kind of habitual behavior like a great creator is no longer necessary for me.

"This project is all scrapped. Do you understand what I mean? No need for spacemen or vampires. There is no place to use it. It is like a blank sheet of paper. There is no need for a meeting. In other words, even if you search all over In this whole world, no one wants to read this kind of story.”

Mr. Yamazaki folded the printed A4 paper carefully, shrunk it down to a size that could fit into the trash can in the nearby bathroom, and let out a deep breath.

He turned the teaspoon round and round as if looking for sugar residue in the supposedly empty coffee cup.

"Hey, Ms. Tokiwa—it's been a whole year since you debuted. I still remember how touched I was when I saw your submission for the first time. I really want to see the aftermath of that story, so I strongly recommend you to win an award. I don't really want to say such things, but I also worked hard for you in the company. It is probably far more difficult than you imagined, and it took a lot of effort to get your special promotion fee.

I have worked so hard and have been looking forward to the release of the sequel.do you understand? "

I didn't know what to answer, so I looked at my teacup.

The cup was filled with milk tea, but it had been quite a while since it was served.The milk tea has probably completely cooled down, making it difficult to drink.

Black tea that no one can taste is the same as if it does not exist.

"Since you can't catch up with the trend, don't come up with such a meaningless project. At least write a story that everyone will be happy with. A youthful romantic comedy with a bright boy and a cold girl who is a bit lewd. Readers are waiting for the sequel of the award-winning work. .do you understand?"

Is it because I have been silent?You can feel Yamazaki-san taking a little deep breath.

While tapping on the table with his fingers, he coughed twice to clear his throat like a commander giving an ultimatum.

"I helped you come up with the idea for the sequel before, right? What's wrong with that?"

I shook my head.

"Didn't you write? Didn't you write a chapter? Didn't you write a sheet? Didn't you write a single word?"

I nodded.

"You don't—you've lost your energy, don't you?"

I was confused about whether to nod or shake my head, but I didn't nod or shake my head.

The sound of fingers tapping on the table stopped.

The jazz ended at the same moment, and silence settled around.

We are surrounded by a deep and heavy curtain of silence.

It seems like a time machine that cannot reach any corner of the world and is malfunctioning in the gap between time and space.

Not long after,

"...Oh, that's it."

Mr. Yamazaki took a short breath.

The throat sound that seemed to be swallowed together with disappointment and contempt sounded extremely loud.

"Adapted into comics. There are also collaboration activities. Animation planning is also moving. There are more and more various developments. Many people can enjoy it. Whether it is you and me, or with that award-winning work Everyone involved should be smiling—”

I saw big palms grabbing the bill and crumpling the bill.

I tremblingly raised my eyes and looked up.

This is the first time I saw Yamazaki-san's face today.

"I was looking forward to Tokiwa-sensei."

I think it's like a sharpened ice pick.

The pupils under the slender glasses exuded a cold light, piercing my heart as if they were about to drill a hole.

Fingers stiffen.My palms kept sweating.The air conditioner in the coffee shop is very warm, and because of this, I feel that I am gradually freezing from the core of my body, becoming immobile.

Obviously there are some words that must be said at this moment, but I can't find the words that should be said.

"--goodbye."