The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

If I say I didn't mean it, will anyone believe it?

——Who are you lying to?

It’s not intentional, you know I get confused in the morning...

——It is based on the state you just woke up, right?Or are you sleepwalking now?

I found...you seem to have evolved more and more to the woman Lancer recently...

——Ah, thanks for the compliment.

I'm not praising you for turning the table!

It is probably conceivable what Etosaka’s character would be like in the dojo...

Feeling the gloating gaze of Ilia and the slightly complaining gaze of Ma Tong Ying, I wiped the non-existent black line on my head and turned and left.

The sky is big, the sleep is the biggest, huh!

====================I am the dividing line of switching dreams=================

In the darkness enclosed in the deep underground, "it" is lost in the abyss of shallow sleep.

What I dreamed about in my light sleep was the countless unorganized and unmarginal "prayers" entrusted long ago.

wonderful world.

Beautiful life.

A flawless soul.

Because this desire is too strong, all other sins must be entrusted in one place.

This is the wish of the weak.

By responding to that "pray", "it" once saved a world.

There is no other evil except "I".

There is no other defect except "I".

Only "I" is worth hating.

Only "I" is worth disgusting.

In this way, "it" saved the world in that way, and made people get the peace they desire.

Therefore-"it" is not passed down and praised as a saint who saves people and saves the world.

There is no praise, no respect, no praise.

Only spurned, only cursed, only contempt.

At some point, even the name of being a human was taken away, leaving only the general term for its "mode of existence", which eventually became a concept handed down from generation to generation.

Until now, everything has become a dream of memories that has been baptized by the years.

====================== I am the dividing line for switching reality ===================

"...!?!"

He opened his eyes abruptly, and the ceiling of the guest room was reflected in the slightly blurred perspective.

Just now... what is that?

Dreamland?Or memory?

If it is a memory, then whose memory is it?

No matter it was me or Lancelot, it was impossible to have that kind of memory full of ignorance, loneliness, or even complete distortion.

——……

Why is there no sound?

——Because I think there is nothing to say.

Do you know what happened to my dream just now?

——You said it was a dream, right?Don't take it seriously.

It always feels like you are just doing things...

——……It is definitely your illusion.

What happened to the weird pause before you answered?

——Because it is fun.

Convex =.=|||

"Amamiya? Are you awake?"

The soft voice, accompanied by the cold towel on my forehead, made me instantly regained consciousness after aroused.

"...Lance..."

I sat up and got up, waved his hand, grabbed the towel and wiped my face, shaking my head, "What time is it?"

"It was around four o'clock in the afternoon. Miss Lancer just came back and said that if you wake up, please come over."

As if he didn't care about my actions at all, Lancelot pointed to the dinner plate placed on the side of the table. "But personally, I suggest that you should eat something first Amamiya."

"Well, I see. I want to change clothes, so you go out first."

I nodded and got up from the bed, while Lancelot exited the door silently.

After changing my clothes, I walked to the table and picked up the porridge bowl placed inside. I was surprised by the apparently warm temperature.

Lancelot...you...

Shaking my head, I shook off the sour feeling that was in my heart. After I drank the porridge in one breath, I washed my face and cleaned up the appearance. I walked out of the room: "That guy Lancer is in her Room?"

"Ok."

"Oh, is Sleeping Beauty already awake?"