"Don't be ridiculous. There's no way my death is going to help him.

　These words were spoken almost unconsciously just a few moments ago.
　It was only natural that I should be on the verge of death.
　But it's also true that it's at times like these that our true feelings come out. 　

...... makes me feel empty when I say it myself.

　The reason why I can afford to throw up and think like that is because.


　The only reason I could afford to spit it out and think about it was because of the tragedy happening in front of me.


Solo (Air Aria)


　A leap, a landing with her right hand. The speed with which she swings both feet is like that of a sword.

　With a mere blow, she aimed for the enemy's neck. The man's neck makes an unpleasant sound like twisting bones, and turns in a strange direction. The heel swung out without regard for that.

　More than a sword raised to hunt her who had jumped right into the middle of him.

"Aaah!

　"Aaah!" Her fingers are faster than the sword she raises to hunt her as she jumps into the middle.

"Aaah!

　The long sword she swings down is dodged by a light step back.
　He doesn't know how dangerous that step back can be.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

"Oh no...



Mad Eater.



　It's a great way to make sure you're getting the most out of your time with your family and friends.

I'm not sure if my heart is in the right place, but it's there.

　You'll be able to see what's going on in the world.
　It makes a dull sound, but doesn't blow away.

Oh, I've done it again.

　The thing that used to be a face clings to my fist, and I pull it out with my umbrella hand.

"You're a monster!

　No matter how scary it is, it looks like a thin woman.
　No matter how scary she is, she looks thin.
　Impatience breeds fear and a desperate survival instinct.
　Two knights desperately clasped in each other's arms.

"Now, kill them!
The front knight nodded.

　The knight on the front nodded and swung his long sword with great force--a moment later.

I've never seen a gauntlet in human form before.

　I'm not sure what to make of it.
　It's just a meat shield to prevent the blade, and he screams in agony.
　I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's worth it.

I like that you are merciless to your allies as well.
"No, no...
What? No, sir.

　She slams the knight, who is still clinging to her arms, into the ground.
　As he stretched and relaxed, he grabbed the men's legs and swung them down like a club.

　The head of the swordsman in front of her and the head of the man who had been swung like a piece of club popped like overripe fruit.

　She found herself taking the parasol in the hand that had been holding the man's leg and slowly opening it to prevent blood from coming back.

I'm not done chanting yet. My aria is so loud that I can't hear your voices. Instead of the screams that even a child can make, sing more songs!

　She laughed maniacally, and with each movement of her arm or leg, a life was taken away.

　She's not going for Conrad. I thought she had mumbled something about not killing him, but that didn't mean this Conrad guy had the courage to go through with her now.

You can find a lot more information on the web.　The knights reported that ten of them put up a good fight. ......!

　You think they were slacking off in the arena match?
　While Conrad shivered, Pasta watched with a cold eye as the battle, which could not even be called a battle, raged on.

　--I've been told not to kill Conrad.

　Those words alone were more than enough information for Pasta.
　I already know that Aylan B. Smiles and that woman made a deal.

　She didn't know the specifics of the deal, but she could read Lilac's scenario in this situation.

　Aside from the fact that I couldn't do anything about it even if I could read it, my goal was to use the child as bait to fish out Conrad and then hit Arawn here.

　Since he said he wouldn't kill Conrad, the woman would probably come over later and make a farce of it.
　In other words, she would have a hand to control the murderous woman - probably Futa as well - and then put all the blame on Aylan when Conrad tried to blame Aylan. The Eastwoods have fallen.

　The Eastwoods would fall, and Aylin would be a hero for catching the corrupt nobleman who tried to hunt the child.
　All's well that ends well.

　--I hate this.

　Why didn't he honestly ask Pasta to take the bait?
　There could be any number of reasons.
　One of them is not to give her an opening.
　Maybe he didn't want to owe her anything.

　But the fact that she threw him out without a single word of advice - that she didn't even let Pasta know about it - must be because she doesn't care if he dies.

　And the reason for that, her intentions...

I guess it's all about what I honestly thought when I ran away.

　It's a good thing that this incident made me realize how close I was to becoming bonded.
　Even though my own life was in danger, I still thought about unnecessary things.

　There's no need to transfer unnecessary feelings to others. 　
　It's not right for you to get involved in a silly girl fight over a mere business partner.

　The way she dared to remind me of that was certainly typical of her.


　She's trying to say that it's best to be aware of these things and get them to back off instead of messing with them.

　In short, she's trying to say.
　Don't get too close.

"You don't have to tell me that.

　I was strangely moved. I realized there was an unwanted warmth in that house.
　It's not like me to want to go back, not even slightly.

　Pasta Pomodoro is just a pseudonym. Beatrix M. Orba is just a vestige of the only love I've ever felt.
　The only thing that suits you best is the red hair, the symbol of hatred spat upon in the slums.

　I love bad guys. He'll just use you and throw you away.
　I thought I told myself that was the plan all along.

　And yet.

"............, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense.

　", nonsense, nonsense, nonsense." What kind of "entitlement" does a scoundrel have to feel pain in his chest?
　The fact remains that they've twisted the minds of dozens or hundreds of people in the same way.

　I'm getting frustrated.
　I've lived my whole life keeping people away. Because I knew this would happen.

　So why did I let him get away with it?
　Did you know his past?　No.
　Did you know about the effort?　No.
　Because he was alone?　Not exactly.


"I'll never forgive you.


　I bit my lip.
　I won't forgive you, he said. And his hands were already full.
　So there was no reason for him to hate me. I knew I didn't have to do that, that our interests alone would connect us.

　--I thought I was connected. I didn't even realize that feeling was already a weakness.


Air Aria.


　A number of knights were blown to death.
　The ground beneath her feet is now a carpet of corpses. Every time she strides with ease, a strange, viscous sound of water echoes thinly.

"Well, ......, you're the last one, aren't you? In the end, it was only a sparring match, but it was a good workout before the ...... finals.
"Oh, ......!

　I'm not sure what to do.
　It was at that moment that the cornered Conrad took a step back.

"There it is!　I've found it!

　At the sound of that voice, Pasta reflexively turned around. At the same moment, a broad back jumped in as if to protect her.

　Since ancient times, it's always been a good thing to have relatives who rush to your aid in times of need.

　--But why am I so disheartened by her willingness to protect herself? She couldn't find any more words to say to the man in front of her.

Are you okay?
...... Either way, it doesn't matter.
Is ......?　You got a cut on your leg?
Yeah.

　She replied with too little energy and not even a hint of her usual cheekiness.

　But even as we were talking, things were moving.
　The guards rushed in to see the slain knights, Conrad holding his sword with trembling hands, and Aylan B. Smiles standing protectively over the girl.

What the hell is this?

　I'm not sure if you've heard of it or not, but I have.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　The golden girl brushes her hair away as if she knows what she's doing, and says in an indifferent tone.

The golden girl brushed her hair away as if she knew what she was talking about and said in an indifferent tone, "I'm sorry that a group of people have been targeting this child.

　This is what she meant by brash.
　Pasta also raised one eyebrow slightly as she replied simply and without guilt.
　The guards turned their attention to Pasta, who had been identified as a child, unaware of the coldness in her heart.

"I know this girl, Pasta!
"Oh, it's Futa's sister, Pasta!

　Futa was standing right in front of him, and the guards had apparently come under the guise of "missing Futa's sister.
　The combination of these two conditions makes the process of identifying her as "that pasta girl" very smooth.

　Only Pasta's emotions are cold.
　On the contrary, the only one who is boiling is Conrad, who is facing Aylin in a frightened manner.

"Conrad. What do you mean? I'm not sure what to make of this.
That's ...... not true!　This monster is trying to protect the child from being killed...!
The monster ...... is Arawn?

　I'm not sure if you can't tell by looking at this pile of corpses," Conrad said, his blood rushing to his head.



"My name is Conrad Eastwood!　I'm the second son of the Eastwoods!　Who do you trust, that woman or me?

　I couldn't tell him that the woman in front of me was Aria.
　She claimed to have killed him and told the castle of his exploits. He couldn't tell her.
　I can't even get Futa's sister on my side. I regretted that I should have made it impossible for her to speak, but it was too late.

　That's why I cut the card of trust that I can play now.
　Lilac is completely on our side. The guards are under Lilac's jurisdiction.
　She's not going to be able to say anything she doesn't want to, and somehow she's going to get through this.

　I don't know why Lilac's eyes stare at me with such conviction.

　I don't know why, but her eyes are completely different from the ones I've always seen.

"...... Your Highness?

　It's as if she's not even looking at Conrad. Her eyes were clear and cold as ice.

　Yes, like looking at a dead body.

　What is it?　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

　And then she turns to face Aylan.
　Feigning trepidation, Lilac calls out to him.

"Um...

　One step, then another.
　It wasn't a slow step, but for some reason, the guards felt it was really slow.
　It's a struggle. Should we stop the princess' steps?
　But what would happen if they didn't?
　It was the twin guards who summoned up the courage to stop her.

"Please wait, Princess Lilac!
Please wait!　Your Highness!

　The princess probably didn't know them, Bill and Ben.
　That's why she stares at them with a puzzled expression.

　But Bill and Ben do know them.
　I've seen them in the flesh. So they can say. Clearly, unmistakably.

"This woman is Aria!
I'm sure of it!　It's not safe, please stand down!

　They must've had a lot of courage.
　--At any rate, it was already settled that Conrad was the one who killed Aria. They couldn't have known that.

　However, their pride as guards would not allow them to give up the princess in front of a murderer.

　As the two stood there, the murderer was pleased with the change, saying, "Oh, I want to fight more than before," but that was about it.

　Lilac is surprised, and Conrad shouts at the same time.

"Didn't we already have Aria?"
Don't be ridiculous!

　"Don't be ridiculous!" "It would be terrible if our cover were blown here.
　But ignoring Conrad's voice, Lilac looked at Arawn.

　She put her hand on her chest and asked.

I trust that you appear to be protecting Futa's sister right now. Are you ...... 'Aria'?"
"That's what some people call me. When I was wanted, it was hard for me to come out.
"Is that so?

　In the event that you've got a lot of time, you'll be able to take a look at the following.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're doing.

It's a fact that you went on a rampage in this man's territory.
So you admit to being a random mass murderer. ......?

　"Aria's confession.
　"Aria's confession." Conrad shouted at the top of his lungs, as if the revelation could not be helped.

"Yes!　This guy could have killed any guy he wanted!　That's right!

　He did! Because he never denied it before.
　So I thought it was a good time to pin it on him.

　But. Once eye contact was made between the gold and silver, Conrad failed to notice.

I fight only warriors. I will not touch a woman or child.
"What ......?

　Conrad was speechless.
　I'm not sure what to say, but I'm sure you'll understand.

I'm not sure what you mean. I'm not sure what you mean, but I've heard that a lot of girls are still being killed in King's Landing!

　There have been many reports to the guards.
　The guards had heard the father's pleas to find his daughter, to help her, and they were desperate to find her - and they hated the existence of "Aria".

　That's why, when they asked that question...



　Aylan B. Smiles, among other things, brushes her hair vexedly.

I've never laid a hand on a woman or child in my life. I heard at the orphanage that a group of men there used to kidnap women and children, calling it hunting. That's why I'm here to take them down.

　Both the guards and Conrad had heard that they were using some orphanage as a stronghold.
　You can't deny that Conrad may have kidnapped the orphans, and it's also possible that he may have information about them.

　That being the case.

　What about these knights who were chasing Futa's sister and caught her red-handed?

"Hey, Princess Lilac. ......

　The guards are commoners.
　They don't know much about the power structure of the nobility.

　But they were confident that their beloved princess would not go astray.
　Because she stood at the top of the guards, the organization of commoners to maintain the security of the capital was in place.

　That's why they're more sensitive to the aristocracy's brutality than anyone else.

　And they believe in the princess.

　And this is the result.

　--Everyone no longer sees Arawn.

　They're all pointing their weapons at Conrad A. Eastwood.

"A confession will be made later at the castle. At the very least, you'll be allowed to enter Eastwood's villa in King's Landing. "in the name of Her Royal Highness, Lilac.
"Lilah!


　Shouting the name of the princess.
　But the last thing the man sees is the frail young lady of the deep that he has seen before.

...... I'll see you at the Royal Castle. Conrad A. Eastwood.

　He took a step closer and whispered in my ear, not a whisper.

"It's a good thing you're so vague.

　--This was a wicked man.














　After Conrad was taken away by Lilac and the guards.

"Oh ...... really. You were really with the princess, weren't you?
It's been ...... a long time.

　Aylan B. Smiles and Hoota were on opposite sides.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

I'm sure you'll have a great time starting here. But, as you have a promise to the ...... princess, let's see if we can drag you down from the top of the heap in a martial arts tournament.
"Really?
Yes.

　As she sings, she turns away, umbrella in hand.

Have a nice day.

　She walks away gracefully, looking after him warily.
　Futa quickly turned around.

"You okay, Pasta?
"...... as usual.

　Playing with her shortened hair, she was still standing alone on shaky legs, without the support of the wall.
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I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not.
I'm not a common prick. You can't change the world by being angry with one person at a time.

　The way she looked at him, as if to say, "I'm dumbfounded," seemed to mock the very fact that Futa had rushed in.
　I'm sure you'll be able to understand why I've been doing this.

What's wrong with you?
"Nothing.　What's wrong?" "Nothing, it's just that it would have been whatever even if you hadn't come. How can you talk like a hero, desperately asking if I'm okay?
Hey.
We both knew it was a farce. He's going to come in here and pull that act off, make Arawn a hero, humiliate Conrad, and checkmate. Don't you get it?
"Hey, Pasta.

　Pasta grabbed my arm, but I shook it off as hard as I could.

You're here for one reason!　That's all!　You came here simply because you knew that I was going to ...... throw you out like this!

　I don't know who put you up to this.
　I didn't have to tell you that.
　I knew I was incapable of assessing my emotions. But I didn't want to think that she knew my feelings better than I did.

　And moreover.

　It would be too humiliating to have been "known" to be messed up by this one man.

"There's nothing in it for me. Don't come any closer.

　I could have said anything to keep her away, to turn her away.
　I hate myself for it.
　I don't want to see what you look like.

　And yet.

"Are you going to walk home on your feet?
I told you I'm used to it!　It's only a scratch at best!　Don't you understand that I hate it when you touch me more than that?



　Turn around, glare at him, scream at him. The man in your eyes, the expression on his face, is hateful.

　The man I once knew would have turned his back on me with the first word.
　The way he talks to me, the distance, the way he pushes me away, everything, I'm the same as I was that day.

　Why do you keep staring at yourself with such a troubled look on your face?

　I bit down on my teeth and spat out.



Your hands are tied. Don't you ever worry about me again.



　The rain started to fall.