1016 II103. Kyodai pretended not to see.

"You're a good man!

The night I got back from school and finished my work.

Immediately after the synchronization, Dios said with his eyes sparkling.... yeah, I already knew.

I went back to my room to talk about what happened today before I got in touch with Dios. Jeanne threatened me and I had no choice but to take on the job. So far, nothing strange has been done. I got the money, and Mr. Cedric was real from the reaction of the students in the cafeteria. And never trust this whole story.

Clearly, the story is too good, and Jeanne knows our secret. I also told him that he probably took it to make us laugh or to belittle us at the end. I talked to Cedric a lot, and I apologized, but that's why Dios told me to be twice as suspicious.

When I talked to him, Dios blushed his face, and he was angry that Jeanne was holding on to his weaknesses, and he shook his neck to the side as a friend of the royal family. And I said, "What are you doing?" and I thought it would be all right to stir up so much vigilance and stick a nail. And yet...

"I mean, it's crazy! Omelette! That's why you almost gave me and my sister dinner today!

I knew it had roots there.

Well, it's natural to be angry. In Dios' memory, even today, when my employer, Mr. Dudley, yelled at me and put my luggage down, I caught my hand and fell in a hurry. When I tried to eat bread in my spare time, I wondered if I was worried about my sister and I dropped bread on the ground once. I wanted to say, "What are you doing?" "There?" he exhaled. ".

I collapsed my legs on the floor and leaned against the wall. My sister keeps her voice down, but the complaint against me stays hot forever.

"Even if you're not jealous, you can eat it because it's Dios' turn tomorrow, right? Master Cedric will buy you a drink."

"The royal family can't eat the same thing twice! I also like Omelette Rice and Dios knows it....."

"No, I didn't think you'd be able to eat an entire plate in the first place."

"But you know you can eat a bite with poison?!

"Is your memory in tune? I only answered the royal question. I didn't say I wanted to eat it."

"... that's right. But even Chloe had a bite to eat, so he took up the taste."

"I mean, how long will you talk about Omelette Rice? That's not the problem."

Dios tied his mouth when I cut off the conversation. [M]

He eyebrows at me with regret, but he's probably just pretending to be angry and trying desperately to remember the subject.

I wanted to say how much I wanted to eat, but I also felt bad for Dios, so I shut up. Dios has long been vulnerable to quarrels.

Looking at Dios for a while, he waited for nearly five minutes before his head finally sorted out. Immediately after the synchronization, I continued the dialogue I had told you.

"Why are you suspicious? You're a good man, Cedric. I hate Jeanne, but his direct employer is Cedric, and he's doing a good job."

"I'm saying it's suspicious. It's strange to think normally, such a delicious job. I don't know when or how it fits, and watch out for Chloe."

Repeat the words you went before synchronizing.

I'm really worried about replacing Dios tomorrow. Even if I said this, Dios kept quiet with a steep face, saying he wasn't convinced. [M]

If you wait like this, you will definitely say, "But Cedric is a good person." Dios, who synchronized my memory, knows from my eyes how kind Cedric has been to me today. Dios is worse because I was a loser too.

Anyway, if we don't discuss all of Dios' opinions right now, we'll really be eaten by Cedric in one day. I'm just still doubting Jeanne.

Against me sitting down, Dios was kneeling on both knees to get in tune, and he was still holding his hand on his forelap. As if I was looking in the mirror, all but the hairpins had the same face as me, and my thoughts were spinning again.

... I understand. I want to believe in Cedric, I don't want to doubt him, I want to have hope.

But that's no good. I have to take this job for the money for the past month, but I don't know when I can fit in with Jeanne. If Cedric is also biting it, it may be a terrible end to it. We need to think carefully to deal with it calmly.

That's why the royal Cedric is so helpful to Jeanne. Jeanne is actually related to Master Cedric? Is that your lover or the side room? Cedric seems so hot, and it doesn't matter how many people he's already targeting. Jeanne is only beautiful on her face, and that's why she plays with makeup and hair.

"But...."

... after all, "but" came out of Dios.

The matching young leafy eyes that were staring at me drifted away from my face once. [M]

A word of "what" was returned to Dios, and nothing continued immediately. I think you know what I'm going to do with Dios to my lying and silent brother.

Though in memory, it was like we had a chase experience in our heads with each other's perspectives.

This is the third tune I will have today, but I know very well that I have followed Dios' memories of today's day in tune. Besides, Dios today is not so lucky. After being angry, I was depressed until I finished carrying my luggage, and I could not wait to cry when I dropped the bread. I can't even pick up what fell on the ground and eat it now. I didn't drop it in the mud, so I could eat it in the end, okay?

Still, once depressed Dios remained depressed. I think the difference was big because there were a lot of fun things at school yesterday. Even if I skipped Mr. Cedric, the school was fun, and the class was interesting. When I think of working for Dios tomorrow, I feel a little depressed. Above all, I can't tell Dios that my mouth is torn, but I'm sure I have a lot of time with Master Cedric.

"But you enjoyed your time with Master Cedric, too, Crowe."

"... hah...?

"I don't think so." "Pretend so." "Where's the evidence?"

There were many words to say. There was a cutback that I had been thinking about beforehand. And yet I realize something even more serious with that look that aligns directly with Dios' words of conviction. [M]

My hands and feet hurt and my chest hurt unfortunately even though I wasn't sick. Your shoulders are tight and you chew inside your mouth while you can't breathe well.

We're twins.

We've lived together for a long time, so we can probably understand each other. What does it feel like, how do you think you're going to do this anyway? As I know about Dios, so does Dios. However, Dios' eyes at that time were truly "knowledgeable", as if he had seen or heard something regardless of speculation or experience.

I can see that my eyes are getting rounder and rounder as I look back at Dios. I don't know what kind of face I should look like with my mouth open halfway through. Dios opened his eyes to surprise me as I turned into a powerless, faceless face.

I'll ask Dios first.

"... how do you know that?"

"I know! I mean, Chloe, I've enjoyed talking to Cedric from the middle of my memories, and I'm so happy that I rarely remember you and my sister!

"Enjoy... joy...? In memory."

Dios finally noticed my whispered words and stopped breathing happily.

As soon as I see it, my complexion changes and fades. I'm sure the faces we just met are the same.

I remember. What was I thinking just now? In Dios' memory, Dios was worried, depressed or crying. How did you know that?

Isn't that just a memory?

The more we trace our memories, the more it's not just today.

My shared memories and Dios' memories. [M] They're not just about information, they're about emotion.

Until now, I noticed something that suited me as naturally as possible, and I fell down with my head in my arms. While I dropped my gaze on my broken knee, only my shallow breathing sounds bothered me. I don't know why. As soon as my memories came along, I was as stupid as an animal inside me.

Besides, Dios and I have mostly lived together. Because of that, there are many memories shared by the two of us. Even those that were supposed to have the same memories from different perspectives changed their hues strangely and their existence mixed up.

When he first moved to this castle, Croix was nervous about what his next life would be like, but Dios' memory was half as lonely as his expectations. I'm sure I was looking forward to breaking up with my friends in the old town and living the rest of my life.

The day my father and mother died, I was sad and sad. [M] However, in Dios' memory, sadness is mixed with determination, fear, anxiety, and other emotions.

When I learned about the school system by myself, I was interested, but Dios was very interested and excited, and... immediately afterwards, I was desperate. I realized that Dios had given up going to school for me and my sister because of the sadness I felt a little bit in the color of determination.

What I saw and experienced in the same memory is almost the same, but it is completely different. It's not the emotions of my memory, but the emotions of Dios are mixed up.

The thinner the memory, the more ambiguous the emotions of the time were with the memory. Dragged by emotions, now I don't know which memories I share belong to me or to Chloe at Dios. What should I do? It's disgusting. My face is as hot as boiling from the head, and I don't have anything to say or think about.

Someday I won't be able to mix it up and come back.

"... Dios, maybe this is what Jeanne said."

"I don't know...! I don't know...!!

Gilli, along with the sound of his teeth tied, Dios blocked his words.

I shook my neck violently to the side, and it seemed like I was still crying, and my squeezing voice was desperately suppressed so as not to resonate, and it seemed to be too painful.

When I looked at Dios with my head in my arms, my hands trembled as if I was holding my head in my eyes. My eyes are empty and I don't know where the focus is. I refuse because I don't want to admit it's obviously strong. Dios must have noticed the conclusion we should follow after this before I did. And... I'm desperate to refuse it.

Dios trembled like he was under the winter sky and tied his teeth. His eyes were already moist. Young leaf eyes are dyed with fear that doesn't seem to match me. [M] I'm sure this fear is different from mine. [M] It's not that your memories are intruding on your emotions.

"Eh... tomorrow,... ah, it's okay. I'll do my best at school....."

Fear of choosing not to go to school after all.

While trembling, he raises and lowers his narrow throat, and desperately tries to repair his voice with a dull laugh.

I try to distract myself from the story in a way that is too bad. Turning away from the warning in front of you... you can't turn back anymore.

Scared, rejected, and still desperately trying to reach out to Dios, he calmed down as if he hadn't been confused before. Rather than confusing memories and emotions, I can only think of Dios in front of me now.

"... yeah. I know."

I don't care about memory.

I was worried about seeing Cedric, worried about Jeanne fitting in, and... I thought it would be good if we didn't know which of our memories was ours.

We have nothing more.

It doesn't mean you forget your father or your mother, or your precious memories disappear. I just don't know which one it is. With just that side effect, you can go to school with each other, convince the three of you to live, and you can earn money and eat delicious rice for a month. Then we can't stop with that kind of harm.

It would be good if we could be happy just for a moment without holding anything and stagnating at the loss.

I think I know that the symptoms are dangerous now, as well as Dios. Still, you can't get out of the happiness you once knew, like a drug.

Just give up a little bit and endure it, and we'll be fine without bothering or worrying anybody. We don't want to let go of this life in just three days.

I want to go to school. I want to study. I want to talk to Mr. Cedric. I want a delicious meal. I don't want to worry about your sister. I want to make money.

Our arms aren't wide enough to get it all.

"... that's enough, let's go to bed. Just be careful with Jeanne and Master Cedric."

"Yeah... okay."

Standing up, I roll into bed, holding my disgusting, cloudy head down. [M]

Following this, Dios also grabbed the ladder with an unconscious step and climbed to the top of the bunk bed. The vibration of Dios rolling into the bed echoes towards me, and I remember looking at the bottom of Dios' bed.

Do you like your older brother?

"Good night."

"Good night...."

Still, the number of choices we can make has been decided from the beginning.