Maybe the girl had been waiting for this day to come one day.
　Help someone else.
　Whether it was subconscious or not...even if it was a painful means to an end.

　The girl drags her too-long hair and puts her hand on the wheel of her wheelchair. There are wheelchairs that can run automatically, but the girl prefers to use a manual wheelchair so that she doesn't get too much exercise.

　They are all careful not to trip over the wheels on anything, and they all keep their feet underneath them at all times. The same goes for practicing walking alone. Kindness is one of the most gratifying things about it, and it shows me that recognizing people is not just about what they look like.
　We are touched by kindness and driven more than we need to be to respond to it.

　I can't check my own facial expressions, so I even put on a headdress to avoid making them feel uncomfortable, and say thank you with just my voice.

　They are good people.
　The people who work in this place called the Association are not like the inhabitants of the world I know. They are just blind, and the world looks at them white and treats them like they're in the way. All I remember is that I was treated very badly. It was just a burden on my brother.
　I don't have a brother to protect me anymore.

　No, I can't just be a weakling to be protected anymore.

　I should be able to do everything on my own from now on.
　And from now on, I want to walk in that time when I can protect someone else.
　I wanted to help someone, no matter what I had to do.

　That's the only way I can keep myself together anymore. Ever since I woke up, I've felt alone in this new world. The loneliness of being left alone can only be filled by touching people. It may be difficult to fill a girl's decades-long vessel.

　She is not old enough to be alive. It's not a good world to be kind to a blind limpet. Only the young-voiced, rather old-sounding talker, Ilyce, treats me as if to say that it doesn't hurt to put himself in my eyes.

　When did this world become kind to the weak?
　I feel like I've been thrown out of the world I know. I wonder if everyone else feels inconvenienced in some way as well. Are they blind like me?
　I even started to think about self-deprecation, wondering if they are being kind to me because they are in the same situation.

　I was told that I had changed this world into a world where I could be kind, but I didn't feel it.

　Was it something I had done?
　If it wasn't my intention, I'm sure someone else would have done it for me.

　The higher-ups of this world praise me like a goddess. I give thanks like a guardian of the world.
　Someone else was just protecting the world, not me.... I listened to it with a smile on my face - and I listened to it with an expression that I thought was a smile.

(Ars--I'm sure your brother has been good to me in many ways. (Though sometimes bitterness is mixed in his voice)

　He was the one who killed his real brother, Ars. But now I don't think about it anymore.
　No, I didn't have any resentment from the beginning - strangely enough.
　Even though my brother was killed, I felt that Ars-san had saved my brother. Maybe I should really be angry, but after hearing everything, I thought my brother was finally free of me.

　No, no. That brother has always been all about me and only me. He had his hands full with just me.

　Even though he was a bad guy, he was a righteous hero to me. So I have to walk on my own to make my brother feel safe anymore. There are far more heroes than there used to be.

　Even if I'm blind, I can walk the world by myself now.

　The only thing I would do is to rebel against my brother.


(I like it, all the people here, your brother and Loki's sister, they're all good people. I love them all. So I hate that I can't do anything about it. It's just that I'm no longer the big brother who's protecting me, I'm being protected again...)

　My brother told me a heroic tale about protecting only one person, and then turning everything else against him and protecting him to the end. I loved that story so much.
　I loved that it was romantic and that there was a small amount of redemption in a broken world. The template for humanity was there. There was a human rightness left in it.
　So now I wonder, if the thing I want to protect is the world...if it was the world, is that greed?

　Maybe it's harder than protecting one person.
　But there are things you want to protect, you can paint a nice story, like a heroic tale.
　But there is no such thing as a nice, beautiful story. But I also know that those who call themselves heroes are lonely and go through unbearable pain, just like my brother did.

　Protecting them is not easy.
　I suppose action is courage and achievement is perseverance.


　Latifah moved her wheelchair with her thin arms to a place even higher than the Association's rooftop garden.
　There are seven spires in the Association's headquarters. He climbed the highest of them and went out to the terrace.
　No matter how much freedom of movement they had, there was still a lot Latifah couldn't do. With morbidly thin arms that even the women don't envy, she gets tired quickly.
　Even if he could rapidly gain knowledge in a few months, all he could do was spend more time on his physical strength.
　That's a mouthful.

'Are you sure you want to do this?　No one wants you to suffer any more, Mr. Latifah.

　The woman who carried Latifah to this point quieted her with a hint of sadness in her voice. She said she could still turn back.

'I'm sorry for asking you to do it. I wanted to, I thought. ...I'm sorry, I know it's selfish.
'No, I was going to forcefully stop it, but I'm sure I'm confused by the fact that I'm here.
I don't know.

　At the woman's monologue-like expletives, Latifah sadly bows her covered head sadly, unable to understand.

'It's fine. That was a bit difficult, so forget it.'

　The woman mouthed a correction with a wry smile. There was nothing more disgusting than explaining the words that came out of her own inadequacy.
　It hadn't been long since Latifah had come to life, so it was too selfish to ask her to guess, as she was too young in terms of mental age. Knowledge is another thing.

　The woman gently approached her from behind and lightly tucked her golden hair out. Since she is a girl, she probably couldn't bear to pull her hair back after all. It could be said that this kind of thing could only distract you from your complicated thoughts.

''Latifah-san, I'll ask you again. It's really good, isn't it? I'm sure there are people who will be sad. Still, you really don't mind, do you?

　The sound of the woman's voice as she checks again and again is not to blame, but rather to hope that she'll say "stop" now.

　Even as she tucks her hair up, a strong wind ruffles Latifah's hair as she goes, probably due to the high ground. It's probably the highest around here, except for Babel.
　It wasn't strong, but there was some sunshine that hurt Latifa's eyes. He didn't want to take her out without Ilyce's permission if possible.

　No one would be this reckless, and no one would want to be this reckless without Latifa's strong request.

　The woman tried to show as little emotion as possible and treated him with the same polite appearance as she would to her master.
　Her master ordered her to do as much as possible to fulfill Latifah's wishes, but he also included things that she must not let him do.

　If Latifah is in danger.
　A magical abnormality.
　Restricting the actions and behaviors that trigger them.

　However, he was about to renege on the promise his master had made to him when he came here.

　Latifah moved the wheelchair a bit and took the coverings.
　There was a beautiful girl with a lovely face.
　Long eyelashes and sickly white skin.
　And then a strong look of zest for living in the present turned to the woman.

'I want to spin a heroic tale. No, I want to help with that. Help a hero. I don't want to return the favor or anything, I want to be useful, no, it's hard, words.

　Latifah turned her face away from the sunshine and gave me a sly smile. The frustration was hidden in her face, which was lit up by the cover-up.
　I know what she is trying to say painfully. Knowing her situation, I'm tempted to feel sorry for her.
　Latifah has interacted with a lot of people in the past few months and learned a lot.
　It should have encouraged her to grow spiritually as well.
　This claim could be interpreted to mean........I want to live. It was such strong eyes.


　It made my chest tighten.
　It made me think that this was unstoppable and that I shouldn't stop.
　Her master's words would stop Latifah, but she would have to break them. She is following her own heart and acting according to her own mind. Such a person cannot be stopped. Even if you do stop them, they will create some kind of mental disorder afterwards. A magical abnormality will follow.

(No, you can't.) It was a mistake to see her as a child. Ms. Latifah is a full-grown adult. (She's trying to stand up on her own.)

　If this was an innocent child who knew nothing, she could have admonished him as an adult and used her powers.
　But she didn't.

　Latifah gives an innocent smile to the woman who slumped her shoulders with a gulp.

'Please, help me. Lynne, Ms.''

　The voice that was spun fearfully was trembling badly.
　This is the kind of thing, Rinne felt, that a lifetime of asking would be like this. And if she felt that way, she would know the pointlessness of persuasion.

　However, Linne doesn't even hear the details of what is called helping. But I suppose it wasn't to read to her or teach her to study. If that was the case, I feel I could accompany her as much as I want in exchange for recklessness.