Currier Versteen was about to go to sleep in his own bed in his room.

　In this quarters, students are given private rooms.
　As for Currier, he was grateful for that.
　If they had been in one room together, it would have been difficult to do anything about it.

　After washing off the dirt and fatigue from her body in the large bathroom, Currier quickly returned to her room.
　Not only when she was changing in the changing room, but even when she was walking down the corridor, because for some reason the eyes of the students around her were drawn to her.
　It was the same when he was washing himself in the bathhouse.

　At first, I thought it was because they found out that I was from the Sixth House.

　But I didn't see any malice or fear in the gaze that was directed at me.
　In fact, it would be more accurate to say that it was feverish.
　Thinking back, that kind of gaze had been directed at Currier from the first day.
　Surprisingly, they may not be taking the Sixth House seriously.

　If that's the case--their behavior in combat classes and after-school activities are widespread, and they must be thought of as very strange people.
　Apparently, there are some who admire those actions.
　If that's the case, their reactions are understandable.

　However.........even though the gaze is not hostile, it is still uncomfortable.

　So, I decided to quickly run to my room.
　Originally, there was hardly any place in the quarters that was meaningful for me to go to.
　If it's not a necessary part of life, it's a meaningless place for me.
　There was no one to entertain with, and of course no one to talk to.

　I pick up the edge of the quilt with both hands and pull it up a little.

''..........''

　And - for some reason, the face of the man who had been chosen to form an attack team for the Holy Ruins by chance came to mind.

　If I had to describe him in one word, he would be........a strange man.

　It may be a somewhat odd metaphor, but even if you were told that he came from some other world, you might believe it--that's the impression I got.
　I'm not sure if that's because of the awkwardness in each of his reactions.
　It's the same with his pronunciation.
　He seems to be from the East, but with a slight, curious accent.
　Of course, it's such a minute accent that you have to concentrate very carefully to hear it.

　...I just don't know why.
　There's a strange sense of relief in that pronunciation.

''.........''

　The consciousness becomes fuzzy.

　Currier gently closed his eyelids.

　　　　　　　　　　*

　In the midst of fading consciousness...or in the midst of dreaminess, a scene appears in Currier's mind.

　It was a memory from her time in the Sixth House--.

''What do you guys think about death?''

　When the woman asked this, the answers were thrown back in rapid succession.

"Death ... 'Death' is something I will kill someday. If it were possible, I would fight you first.

Oh no!　It's too hard for me to understand. I don't even know what the hell that means!　Please!　Somebody let me hit you!

It's a difficult question... what constitutes 'death'?

"What the hell are you talking about?　I'm Death itself!

'I hope that someday... a warm world where no one has to die... will come... ...　

"Death is a trial that humanity will have to overcome and I will overcome it.

Die.

..........

'Hahahaha!　That's right!　I want to die!　Very interesting!　Somebody please kill me, dramatically!

　Then it was my turn.



　And the moment I uttered that answer.

　Everyone at once turned to Currier, with a look on their faces that said they had not the slightest idea what they were saying.

　Until then, no matter who or what the answer was, everyone had just shrugged it off.
　Currier, who became somewhat embarrassed, turned over with a slight blush on her cheeks.

　And so, the answers of 'them' continued again--.

　Currier wondered when on earth this was a memory, he wondered.

　However, he couldn't recall the exact time.
　The only thing I know is that it is a memory from when I was in the Sixth House.

　However, Currier still remembers that time, without forgetting it.