Real teaching, but diary flow

Even if we start over, even if we have to do it all over again.

...Perhaps the only person he can rely on is Echidna.

That witch.

Actually, he trusted the witch to some extent. At least from his impression, Echidna, although she seemed a little malicious, wasn't particularly bad.

If it were her, if it were her as the Witch of Greed.

Perhaps they can offer a way to break the deadlock.

However, before he reopens it, before he returns to that graveyard, before he goes to see the witch of greed one more time.

And so this book came into being.

No, that's not right, it's not an arrival.

Or rather, it didn't happen at this time.

Memories are only now reviving, fragments are only now being gradually retrieved.

It actually appeared a long time ago.

Natsuki Subaru couldn't pinpoint exactly how early, but the earliest time he could recall was after he had just passed the Witch's Trial, or even earlier, during the Witch's Trial.

He had seen this book in that hazy, dreamlike memory.

On the bookshelf in my room.

I didn't notice it at the time, but now that I think about it, the book has existed since at least that time.

Therefore, this book is not the book of wisdom that Roswaal possessed.

Instead...

Echidna's methods?

But would Echidna, who is known for her lust, choose to deny her identity in such a place?

Although he didn't really understand what witches were, Natsuki Subaru felt that witches should at least have their pride.

At least names are something like that...

The name and identity are not important; what matters is the words it writes.

They didn't come to help me; they came to stab me in the back.

What is it going to do?

With extreme tension, Natsuki Subaru raised his hand to take over the automatic page-turning process, his arm trembling slightly as he turned to the next page.

Do you remember my opening remarks?

Subaru Natsuki, I am your father.

This isn't profanity or any kind of insult; it's simply me expressing another identity I have in the new world, besides being God.

Your father.

Oh no, no, no, I'm not Kenichi Natsuki, and I don't have the habit of waking up a man, or even my own child, every day when they should be independent in their teens.

The reason I say I'm your father is because...

Well, let me correct my wording. Rather than saying I'm your father, it's more accurate to say that I'm of the same generation as your father. That's right, in order to say "I'm your father," I specifically went to your father, Kenichi Natsuki, and became his half-sworn brother. Now I'm your godfather, and your father acknowledges it.

What? Why are you mentioning your dad?

And how I became sworn brothers with your father.

Oh, really, Natsuki Subaru, do you really have to ask such a question now?

...Excuse me, oh dear, I seem to have forgotten that I haven't actually said much yet.

Yes, child, I am on Earth, I am in Japan, I am in Tokyo.

Having traversed countless worlds, I've tossed my little notebook right in front of you!

Are you touched? You must be incredibly touched, after all, I'm thinking of you so much.

Without me, you would only be able to watch Echidna create illusions for you, take it upon yourself to say goodbye, and then feel at peace.

I won't allow it, I absolutely won't allow it.

What gives you the right to unilaterally decide to seek happiness? What gives you the right to presume to make a reconciliation?

Do you really believe that falsehoods can produce real results?

You guessed right, you will get it.

Hahahahaha—

That's why I won't allow it.

I have to show you how cruel reality is!

Natsuki Subaru's lips twitched slightly, his tense mood easing a little. His paused steps quickened again, and he loosened his grip on the paper, letting it turn the pages on its own, a thought of sarcasm creeping into his mind.

It's confirmed, this person is definitely not Echidna.

No matter what, Echidna shouldn't look like this.

What do you mean, "your dad"? Is this another guy who can read and spy on other people's memories?

Witch?

During the trials, with Echidna's help, he met the three witches: Pride, Wrath, and Gluttony.

Add to that the lustful Echidna and the jealous Satella.

He had seen five witches.

Although they are all very strange, none of these five witches could possibly correspond to the personality expressed in this text.

The rest, whether lust or sloth, though I've never seen them before, don't seem like the kind of people who would do such a thing.

However, the world is vast, and even if some unexpected creature appears that is also spying on other people's memories, Natsuki Subaru wouldn't find it strange at all.

After all, he had just been spied on by Echidna not long ago.

Does she compare herself to a witch?

The confidence displayed in her words, and her blatant boast that she was stronger than Satella, showed that she did not respect Echidna.

and.

To be able to 'write down' the name of the gift that Satella gave him, 'Return from Death'.

While she may not necessarily be stronger than the witch, she certainly possesses some strength as well.

Perhaps, it really can help me solve my current difficulties.

But the other party refused to help and instead said some nonsensical things, as if they were getting emotional.

What is not allowed?

What does my family's business, my relationship with my parents, have to do with you?

I made a unilateral settlement, and that's it. I'm already destined not to be able to go back and say goodbye to my parents. What's wrong with me comforting myself in this way?

If you're so capable, then call my parents over here!

"I've already experienced the cruelty of reality."

Subaru Natsuki muttered to himself.

Ever since I transmigrated to this other world, ever since my first death and return.

He had realized this long ago.

The world is cruel.

Whether it was a world that could hardly accommodate those who refused to go to school, or a world where countless deaths are needed to overcome hardship.

They are all incredibly cruel.

By now, I don't need you to tell me these things anymore.

As Subaru read in sequence, his gaze suddenly fell upon a page that seemed incomplete, with large blank spaces below it.

...Is it finished writing?

He hadn't finished speaking yet?

What kind of cruelty of the world do you want me to see?

Surely they're not just going to make empty threats and call it a day?

That's really—

"Splash—"

The world around me was stained with blood and filled with wails, but I was alone here, walking around while reading a book. It felt a little strange, but surprisingly, it was quite moving.

The stench of blood kept wafting into his nostrils, Natsuki Subaru couldn't help but think.

I might actually have a bit of a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) too.

Thinking this, the diary turned to the next page on its own.

"..."

Then he couldn't speak.

The next page contains content.

It's not the ending I imagined, and the following pages aren't blank.

He turned to the page and pasted a picture on it.

A missing person notice.

The photo in the upper left corner is a picture of him wearing a school uniform and making a peace sign when he graduated from junior high school.

His name and information were written on the right.

Natsuki Subaru, age 17, height 172cm, slender figure, wearing a black and orange tracksuit.

The last known location was on the steps of a convenience store.

His current whereabouts are unknown.

If you have any information, please contact us using the following methods. Any information, no matter how small, would be greatly appreciated. We look forward to your contact and request your assistance.

Then, a phone number was left.

A contact method that I know all too well from my memory.

Natsuki Subaru: "..."

silent.

It froze.

Breathing stopped.

This guy, this guy, this guy—

What suddenly ignited was an overwhelming sense of anger.

Yes, that's right, it's anger.

"—Just how far are you going to fool me?" With tremendous force, Natsuki Subaru reached out and tried to tear off the page: "Do whatever you want! Say whatever you want!"

"Is there any point in creating something like this?!"

Why anger?

Not long ago, when Echidna spied on him during the trial, he didn't feel any anger at all. Instead, he felt incredibly complex emotions, perhaps a mixture of nostalgia, regret, relief, and relief, or perhaps even more complex feelings.

However, the diary was just a collection of random, haphazardly written passages, followed by a post saying "I'm going to stab you in the back" and then this...missing person notice.

He became so angry for no reason.

I lost control of my emotions.

In that moment of losing control, the curse that was uttered was like a firewood that had quickly burned out, leaving only ashes, before calming down.

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