Conquer District 11

orange sunset...

The setting sun casts a nasty soft glow.

At the end of the horizon, the setting sun stretched the two figures very long.

It was two crying children—a little girl with long silver hair and a good-looking little boy.

"Why are they crying?"

In the distance, a little girl with long blond hair innocently asked a woman in a white coat beside her.

"Because, they are very sad."

"Why are they sad?"

"That's because a lot of unhappy things happened to them... People, when they encounter unhappy things, they cry, so can you help them?"

"Help?" The little girl put her index finger on her lower lip.

"But I don't know how to help them." His eyes stayed on the two crying children for a long time, "Can you tell me what to do?"

"Are you willing to help them?" The woman's voice was very excited.

"Well! As long as you tell me how to change it... But, the premise is that I can do it." The little girl added that she thought she was cunning.

"Well, if it's you, you can definitely do it."

The woman gently stroked the little girl's head.

"People cry because they have unhappy memories, so just let them forget these unhappy memories."

"You mean to use my ability?"

"Yes, there must be no problem...in order not to let the two of them continue to cry sadly."

"Alright then!" The little girl—or the young Shokuhou Misaki—took her steps and walked towards the pair of figures in the setting sun.

Shokuhou Misaki's voice blocked the setting sun shining on them.

The little boy and the little girl raised their heads, showing panicked expressions.

"What about me..." Shokuhou Misaki showed a happy smile, probably feeling happy for doing something good for herself.

"I'm here to help you get over your grief."

……

bah—

Unpleasant iron door slamming.

"Isn't this little girl the one from last time? Didn't you say that as long as they forget about those unhappy things, she won't cry?"

Shokuhou Misaki pointed at the silver-haired little girl hiding in the corner and still crying in the dark iron house.

"That's because, although she has forgotten the unhappy things, she feels very lonely without friends... People don't cry only when they are unhappy, they also cry when they are alone."

The woman smiled and looked at Shokuhou Misaki.

"Would you like to be her friend?"

the woman asked.

Shokuhou Misaki frowned, expressing her dissatisfaction with her swollen mouth.

"I don't want to be friends with a crybaby!"

"However, if there is no friend, she will keep crying in that corner, not eating or sleeping, then this poor little girl will die... I don't think you want to see this little girl just die like this ?”

"Hmm... That's right... But, I still don't like being friends with crybabys." Shokuhou Misaki's expression softened a bit, but there was still no sign of compromise.

"If you're friends with such a crybaby, you'll have to let her go when you're playing... I don't want to be like that, it's very troublesome!"

When the woman heard Shokuhou Misaki say this, she had to give up that idea.

"So, would you like to 'make' her some friends?"

"'Manufacturing'?" Shokuhou Misaki was taken aback for a moment, and soon understood what the woman meant.

"If it's just 'manufacturing', there is no problem, but how should I make it?"

"I think if there are unforgettable happy memories with 'friends', she will laugh."

"But... I don't know what 'happy memories' are."

"Then add what you want to do with others to them, it will be a very happy thing."

What is the thing you most want to do with others?The young Shokuhou Misaki thought calmly.

Then use the common memory of four people.

What the young Shokuhou Misaki wants to do the most is to play house with others. One will play the role of father, one will play the role of mother, and the other will be the child—the last one, just play the pet dog.

A happy family cannot do without a pet dog.

Young Shokuhou Misaki did just that.

Memories were compiled perfectly and it was a pleasure.

The four people who had never met before became very good friends the moment after Shokuhou Misaki appeared.

Good memories, happy playhouses... It's obviously fictional, but the memories of those four people really exist.

Shokuhou Misaki finally smiled when he saw the crybaby.

It turns out that this guy is not a real crybaby, he is still a very cute girl if he doesn't cry.Shokuhou Misaki changed his mind about the silver-haired little girl.

play house...

It would be great if I could join in too.Shokuhou Misaki thought so.

Because of his ability, Shokuhou Misaki doesn't have many friends... Because no one wants his friends to be able to peek into his thoughts and influence his thoughts and behaviors.

"Since this guy is not a crybaby, it's not impossible for me to be friends with her~" Shokuhou Misaki wanted to join them.

But when I really realized that, they disappeared—the four of their good friends created by Shokuhou Misaki seemed to have disappeared from Shokuhou Misaki's vision and never appeared again.

I—what the hell am I doing—

Shokuhou Misaki came back to his senses, there was no one around him anymore.

In the end, the loneliest one was me...

A gleam of crystal runs down the cheek, slowly across...

"Hey, hey... Shokuhou Misaki, it's almost time to wake up!"

Shokuhou Misaki felt someone shaking his shoulders, and opened his eyes in a daze.

"What, it's Misaka-san, I thought it was my family's Xiaofeng." Shokuhou Misaki yawned and said slowly.

"What is your Xiaofeng! Chen Xiaofeng has nothing to do with you, okay?" Misaka Mikoto couldn't help raising the volume.

"Exactly! If you insist, the relationship with me is master, master, master..." Artoria still didn't have the courage to say the last word "servant".

"Lord, what is it, Lily?" Shokuhou Misaki asked maliciously.

"Master, Lord..." Artoria, who was pressed by Shokuhou Misaki, blushed.

Fortunately, the stewardess came to help Arturia get out of this topic at this time.

"Guests here, can you please speak a little softer? This will disturb the rest of other passengers."