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　No one will ever know. Because the bloody effort can empty your head, and because you want to be recognized someday.
　
　The truth is, I know what those parents said when they abandoned her. Oh, yes. To a little girl who was desperately crying and begging for forgiveness, he said just one word: "Disgusting" to his child with a scornful look.

　Isn't that awful?　Pathetic, right?　Pathetic, right?

　In my memory, I think I was taken care of until I was seven years old. But after a certain test revealed the girl's characteristics, both mother and father kept the corners of their mouths lowered, as if the expression on their faces, which had never ceased to be a gentle smile, was turned upside down.

　It couldn't be to my child. Still, the girl wanted to be recognized, she wanted to be with him...that's all.
　There is no way to go back anyway. The reason is that the parents have not come to the orphanage once in the eight years since the girl's abandonment.

　Nevertheless, she desperately searched for her parents' whereabouts, and finally found that place in Hydrangee, far away from Alpha.
　The girl was admitted to that prestigious Second Academy of Magic. She was happy about it and would surely be accepted. With that in mind, she was dancing her heart out at the reunion she had been waiting for.

　Now that he had cooled down and grown up a great deal...yes, he was more serious than a normal child, and he was allowed to enter the prestigious Academy of Magic. I wasn't an excellent one, but all the teachers at the orphanage were happy to see me. They even congratulated me. They even gave me a grand farewell party because I had to enter the academy's girls' dormitory.

　So I'm sure they would accept me now with a smile they would be just as happy to see me.

　It passed in a flash, but during that time I never once forgot my parents' faces in the last eight years. Even now, the same smile remains in my memory. Even if I had forgotten them, I would remember them as soon as I saw myself.
　And I'm sure that if I reported my admission, they would review it.

　And a house on the outskirts of the city. As I checked, there was a house with a red roof. It wasn't big and it wasn't small. It was a two-story house that could have been anywhere. But it wasn't a house the girl knew, that was for sure.
　Just before she pressed the intercom, she heard a voice at the back of the beautiful, grassy yard. She prepared herself to go around slowly.

　For eight years, she'd been thinking about it all the way from that day until today, when she was abandoned.
　The inevitable reasons for her parents to let her go. I can't help but agree with them. At that time, I'm sure I had a horrible infection, or my magical powers were recognized as abnormal, or I didn't have enough money to raise a child....
　I thought about all kinds of unavoidable possibilities. I cried many times, sobbing and thinking about the reasons why my parents had to let go of their beloved child. But she believed that someday she would be able to return to a faintly memorable, happy life again.


　And what she saw was her slightly aged parents and ... two children. Happily, the smile she had turned on herself back then was now pouring over the child.
　Not much had changed in eight years. Really little. Because everything the girl wanted was there just because she wasn't there herself.


　But then ... then I thought about it. That it was indeed the right thing for my parents to abandon me.
　Because when the girl saw that scene, her heart was swirling with a terrible, blackened filth.

　The reason why she was working so diligently, desperately, and stupidly hard like this even after entering the academy was probably to purify that black, dirty mind. And I'm miserable that I'm trying to hold on to the possibility somewhere.
　Because even though those children had taken their place, the girl was thinking of brazenly getting in there as a sister.

　I wondered if I could get along with them, see myself in a circle that I would never join...I dreamed - I envisioned a comical dream.
　I spent all of my studies, magic, and time, time, to get into the academy.

　And yet ... the girl, Fiona Wagdalite ... had never become anything. And now it was being reminded in front of her.


'Now you understand,'

　A dry voice tapping on my earbuds and what the true meaning of 'this' is.....................no, the only thing I can see is the only fact.

'Why ... why ... why ...'

　The dagger couldn't push or pull any further. The reason for this was simple. The blade was tightly grabbed with his bare hands, and it was also with a very strong force.
　The power put into it made the dagger tremble. Fiona felt that the emotion was close to anger.

　What should be seen as a problem was the fresh blood staining that blade. A flurry of bright red spots spread across the ground.

　When Fiona saw the fresh red liquid and knew that the cause was herself.......Fiona was unable to push or pull the dagger out of fear.

　Because that's too strange a phenomenon. It was a scene that couldn't happen within this training ground.
　Fiona's eyes, which opened to the limit, seemed to be in a state of frustration.

　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one. The reason why Arus was able to inflict physical damage on Tesfia, Alice and even Main is because he exceeded the upper limit of that replacement system. It's because he has a power that surpasses even the upper limit.

　Then there was no way that Fiona, the new student, could do it.


　Loki regretted letting things happen beside Ars and felt uncomfortable with his actions. His choice to spill blood was clearly intentional. If that is the case, what reason is there to go to such lengths?
　Normally, he would not even bite his teeth and try to get involved.

　To be honest, I felt that Loki was going too far. Too much eye contact, too much manipulation.
　How does he see the girl?

　--that Fiona girl........

　Loki looked at Fiona, who remained rigid, and narrowed his eyes. Something is still wrong, a distorted existence.
　He had seen chicks who wanted to become magicians at this academy so much that he didn't like it, so something was trapped. It was probably causing physical damage to Ars.

　Tesfia and Alice at the edge of my vision don't seem to be able to read the situation at all.
　They haven't come up with a reason for the same question - why the blood is flowing - and they haven't come up with a reason for it. The one who is most confused is probably the party involved, Fiona.

　Loki did not miss Ars's gaze for a moment.
　His gaze was suddenly directed at the dagger he was holding. Bright red blood flowed incessantly and ran down the blade as if it was rimmed with red.

''--!

　--That's what you mean!　Like Al said, this is........terrible, maybe.

　I can't get to the truth of it, but the dagger she holds is probably not AWR. It's not properly perfected as AWR. But that alone is a weak reason for him to act. Is there something more to it?


　Things started to move, and the only person who could move it was still Ars.

'That's you. You can't even move while standing still. That's why you knocked on the door of the academy and if you don't understand, I'll tell you the truth. If you don't want to kill your friend, decide--leave or decide.
"--Hey!

　Fiona's mouth was drawn tightly together as she tried to hold back a sob. Her lips curled up and she tried to keep the frustration that was welling up out of her mouth, but even so, the unrewarded efforts and wishes had crumbled to the core. It was a stark reminder that the illusion that if only I had tried hard enough, it was just an illusion.

　An unspeakable emptiness that sought a way out flooded the drops from his eyes. Fiona hurriedly removed her hand from the dagger and wiped her eyes as if to refuse.

''Why, why, why... I didn't make a mistake... higgledy-piggledy, higgledy-piggledy...''

　A sobbing sob, Fiona stopped spinning the words and struggled to stave off the tears that were flooding in with the back of her hand.

'You're not wrong. Unless you're a magician...'


　Then Fiona didn't return anything, and she ran out of the training area, past Ars and Loki's sides.