231 Despair of the reincarnated princess.

When I opened my eyes, the surroundings were still dark.

Wake up from your dreams in the dark.Feeling the fear of falling into an infinite loop, the skin of the bird stands.

But after a little while, I began to see how my eyes were getting used to the darkness and the indoors.My shoulders relax in the familiar view of my room.

It is not the darkness that may have been tasted before.It's the darkness of the night that I remember.

Huh, zero breath of relief.

Though it was nice to cut off the bravery, I was honestly scared.

I'm not a heroin with special powers like Flower Sound.Not as talented as the characters in cartoons and animations.

Instead of saving the world, I don't even have the strength to protect myself, but I think it was reckless of me to find out who I really am.

One step wrong, I thought it might have been crushed with one fingertip, but now I'm even more horrified.

"It was a good dream....."

In a double sense.

I don't want to confront anything I don't understand, or be shaken by Leonhart.

I wonder if this is the Devil King.

Is the Devil still in me?

Place your hand gently on your little chest.

If so, is it also meaningful that they only come into contact in the form of dreams?

If you are in me with little magic, and you are under some kind of constraint, there may be a countermeasure.

I felt refreshed because I slept a little.

Negative ideas disappear and a sense of optimism returns instead.

Yeah, yeah, this is me. I'm weak and I don't have any special powers, but I scratch my feet.

Love and life can easily give up.

If that's the case, there's plenty to do.

First of all, let's summarize our thoughts now.

Get up with your hands on the bed.

Systemic laziness is probably due to a week of inactivity.But the malaise also seemed like evidence that this was not a dream but a reality, and I was a little happy.

"Samu....."

Night weather stings my skin. Looking around as I rubbed my arms, I found a shawl folded over the sofa.

Almost simultaneously with my feet touching a fine carpet that was woven and woven.

The voice echoed to my head, which was completely alarmed.

I didn't expect you to come back.

"....."

I feel a bit bloodthirsty.

The discomfort of stroking your nerves directly ran through your body.

I thought it was a weak butterfly growing up in the greenhouse, but it was too thick to remember.

Disharmony as if several voices had overlapped.Sounds similar to radio noise are the same as they were heard in a dream.

But it's not a dream. Thoughts and feelings are clear, there is no ambiguity when sleeping, and therefore creepy and more terrifying.

I feel darker than before.

The air is also heavy and hard to breathe.

From your feet, cold air crawls up with something you don't know well.

A deliberate sensation pushed the scream and killed him.

When I tried to escape behind, I noticed something strange. My body doesn't move.

I'm not afraid to be upset, but I can't move my body by my own will.Her voice is the same, and she's squeaking in the back of her throat.

Even if you try to move your mouth desperately, only the dry air leaks.

With such a fragile vessel, you can't even manipulate one little girl.

Say that while you're depriving me of my liberty.The voice echoing in my head whispered to me, saying it was abominable.

If you don't like my body, you want to scream, but you can't.When you bite your teeth with regret, your body moves on its own.

I stood up like a doll hanging from a piano line, ignoring my will.

Almost no magic, weak, no power.It's embarrassing that you only have an unbreakable mental strength. I have trouble using it. "

Some haunting voice exhales with a sigh.

There is an unspeakable fear of being moved by others.I'm too scared because my consciousness is clear.Your heart clatters with a bell.

I can't do anything if I just punch through the window and get jumped out.

I couldn't stop trembling over the fear of others taking control of my life.

Slow movement moves your feet.

I'm afraid I don't know where I'm going, but I'm afraid I'm afraid to know.

Step by step, step by step, your feet move.There was something stupid at my feet that didn't stop moving my neck.

Hip, a cry that doesn't make a sound disappears behind your throat.

When I meditated on the resistance at least.

A flashy sound broke the glass.

"Eh!?"

Reflectively open eyes revealed splashing glass pieces and wobbling curtains.

And a big black shadow rolling indoors.

A pale moonlight blocked by curtains illuminates the room.

The jumping shadow wakes up with its hands on a carpet of splintered glass.As he moved, the dark coat twitched.

Rushing out, the hood part of the jacket falls off, and the habitual black hair falls off.

I knew the voice I called crows didn't make a sound.

Distanced by quick movements, the crow swings its knife down toward something.However, the slender sole did not grab the subject and only cut the air.

Black lumps move to match the crow's movement.

After a leap of lumps, the crow throws something.There was a chirping sound, and two dark vessels pierced the wall.

"Eh...."

The crow stops moving for a moment before moving on to the next move.Is it because of your mind that you seemed to have endured the possibility of falling on your knees?

... yeah, no.

The crow battle I saw before was so fast that it was hard to follow with my eyes.His current movements were more agile than ordinary people, but they seemed dull for crows.

Besides, it seems kind of painful.

Sometimes you hear breathing sounds like shortness of breath.

Don't worry, I can't resist sleepiness. I just need to lose my temper.

The voice echoing in his head throws up as if he were laughing at the crow.

Sleepiness... maybe there's something else working for you besides me?

The sound of the glass cracking would have resonated quite far away, and that's why no one ran?

Ngh

The crow collapses on the spot.He rounded his back as if he had been crushed by gravity and placed his hand on his forehead.

A groan that seemed painful fell out of thin lips.

……

Running away is enough, and I can't even say that right now.

I felt itchy just standing on a stick.

But the crow did not yield.

I think I bent deeply and rushed out like a spring with my hands on the floor.The knife was shaken down many times towards the black lump.

I have avoided all the black clumps of the attack.

"Perseverance"

With a sick voice, something murmurs.

Sizzling again, my feet are moving on their own.

My legs ran away ignoring my will, and my upper body became confused and moved strangely.Bones and muscles complain of pain because of the tingling behavior of a shitty doll play.

I couldn't even scream, and I jumped out in front of the crow while someone was manipulating me.While staring at the crow in astonishment, she hugged it to cover the black lump.

The crow knife stopped on the verge of stabbing me in the face.

The disturbed crow knelt on the spot.The knife in my hand fell to the floor.

I had trouble using it, but it looks like a good shield.

As the voice echoes in your head, a lump in your arm turns around.

I was supposed to be holding something unfamiliar, but it felt very familiar to my hands.The fluffy fur is the same as he I love so much.

I'm afraid to check it out, but my gaze is drawn on my own.

Glossy black fur, small body.The blue eyes that remind me of the jewels are now dark enough to be close to gray... but I can't be mistaken.

My cute, cute, precious girl.

"Hey....!"

It's a horrible hobby to be able to speak only then.

I want to curse you, but your voice is clogged.

The round eyes that looked up at me distorted by the pain narrowed into a three-day moon shape.

The cat, who was supposed to have fewer facial expressions, smiled with disgust.

"Despair is pleasant."