[Psycho-Pass] Princess Disease

I am a twisted soul in vengeance.

When the cherry blossoms with the blessing of life were placed in front of my grave, and when the deceitful contractor asked to make a contract with me, my only wish was——

Become a witch.

Become a witch who is stronger and crueler than anyone else.

Maybe the moment I saw my friend's body hanging above my head like an angel descending from heaven, it was destined that I would not be able to return to a normal life.

Or maybe the moment I got the diary left by Quan Gongji Jun, it was decided that I would be used by her.

I will definitely go back in time to find the corner where she hides.

In chasing her like a hound, I realized that my parents were, in essence, hers.

Their love for me and their careful teaching to me are just attempts to make themselves as close to human beings as possible.

In order to exclude monsters from humans, I have done many things that humans cannot tolerate.

And the desire to see Quangong Temple, to face her answer face to face, and to hear her justification was growing in my heart until I died, and I was concerned about this matter.

After becoming a witch, I fed fantasy with one fake book after another in the false world, trying to irritate the dead soul and make her wake up.

However, due to delusions and entanglements, human beings will turn into demons and witches in the fantasy world after death. Do monsters really have souls?

The answer is of course no, for the hopeless monsters, death in the real world is the end of everything.

All that remains is what is called regret.

Even if it is regret, I want to see her face, I want to hear her words, I want to know that she is not my fantasy, she really... really existed.

Regret answered me, unfolded the real truth for me, and fell asleep again.

In that snow country that will not be destroyed by any outsiders, everything is frozen——

They can't be together in the real world, they will sleep peacefully in each other's cage.

Although even there, the sleeping Snow Queen and the heartless boy are separated by an insurmountable thick ice, buried deep under the heavy ice.

But no one will separate them anymore.

Also because of her disappearance, she will not exist in reality, the error of time and space can be corrected, and the reality can be reset.

I, who embarked on the road of revenge because of my dead friend and became a witch, will forget all of this in the real world where my innocent friend did not die, and the change of cause and effect will make me become a human again.

But before I forget all this and turn back into a young child who knows nothing, I want to write down everything I know in this world of nothingness.

It would be great if I could write down all fake books fairly and objectively without any private goods, and finally write down the truth as I saw it.

Although the written story will not be seen by anyone.Even myself who wrote the story will forget its existence, forget her existence, and forget their ending.

But something that will not be forgotten must remain, to reach the heart of anyone who wants to feel its meaning, to anyone who really wants to read this story in a way I didn't expect.

To this day, I still staidly believe that crime is wrong.

I still have a bitter hatred for the person with an exempt constitution, and writing her story is not because I tolerate her reserved and hypocritical evil.

I just want to draw a real end to my journey and label it as an end.

My parents didn't wish to become monsters when they were born, so they were born with sin-free physiques.

They were also trying very hard to love each other, to teach me, to be human.

Now that I am returning to the human world, I hope that after forgetting everything, I still remember to calmly accept them for who they are.

Thank you to the young executive who placed the cherry blossoms representing the endless cycle of life on my grave.

Although we never actually met in the real world, I had already met him in the delusional false book.That is really a terrible fake book with a single arrow. If possible, I hope to see him in person in the real world in the future, just take a look at him from a distance.

Perhaps in the world to come, death and sacrifice are still inevitable.But I already know to treat everything and anyone with a peaceful and undistorted state of mind. Sin is certainly hateful, but you must not distort yourself into sin because of hatred.

That's what I failed to do and what the executive did, a lifelong prisoner of would-be criminals who remained willing to protect the safety of the society that imprisoned him.

Thank him for sending me flowers, for which I can write all this as a witch.

Write down the offerings made to nothingness.

Enclose a true story in a box.

Slowly sink it into the sea of ​​hypocrisy.

Finally, the bitter and fragrant pure white orange blossom is presented to match the protagonist of the story.

In the evening of the setting sun, under the shade of orange blossoms, he brought the girl her favorite, sweet and sour strawberry cake. He would cut it into small cubes and feed them piece by piece. into her mouth without any effort from her.All she has to do is slouch through her favorite library and open her mouth.

Just like when they used to do things that are not allowed in the world, one does evil and the other enjoys.

The sunset cast a layer of transparent and beautiful colors on them, and in the end he would lick the cream off her lips, and she would give him a lazy and soft smile.

It would be great if I could write this ending.

The bouquet and the story sink slowly and continuously in the quiet dark water, although they always keep a distance, they are always together.

Then the two merged into one, becoming a tiny spot shining white in the deep sea, slowly disappearing into nothingness.

This is an insignificant, small story that belongs only to pure white orange blossoms.

The author has something to say:

Add a little wine to the offering to nothing, and pour a little into the sea.

Dedicated to those people.

I can finally finish the tag =w=

An offering to nothingness, a series dedicated to Sanzo Fujima =w=

Do you wish to sleep, do you wish to be saved

Or, you don't need redemption at all, you just want to struggle forever in hell =w=

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