Dakara, Anata o Koko de Koroshimasu

- About a year ago.

It was raining badly that day.

Celestia Valentine heads to her home in a fluttering foothold.

The face was badly worn out and was going to run out now.

In fact, if she wasn't immortal, she would have self-determination right now.

Serra was weaving a man's coat. All its contents are dirty with blood.

"Wake up." Suddenly, the killing impulse could not be amplified and contained. Serra has sealed up her memories of this time, but she has killed nine people in a row. Understanding the circumstances, the Ermerado National Army reported a fictional figure as the culprit and settled the domestic turmoil.

Having committed the murder again, Serra cancered, "If I am not going to die, go to jail," but the army determined me to be 'worthy of use' and half forced me home.

"……… Alcohol"

Serra squeaks pompously as she abandons (quits) from a deep sense of despair and mental exhaustion, and from a self-immolable outlook on giving up.

Drinking from the age of sixteen is permitted by law in this country. Serra is also past sixteen so there is no particular problem.

It's not that Serra is a liquor lover, but it's not what she usually likes today. I simply wanted to drown in alcohol. Alcohol doesn't heal wounds, but it makes me forget temporary pain.

It was when I arrived in front of my home thinking about that.

……

Serra frowns at an unusual sight.

One girl sat in front of the front door.

leaning against the wall. You don't have an umbrella. It was a lot wet, just like Serra. I'm shaking my body if the rain has taken my temperature.

Honestly I was physically and mentally tired and somewhat troublesome to deal with, but Serra is not ruthless enough to leave the girl trembling alone in front of me. Instead, it was Serra's nature that made me want to help unexpectedly if I saw someone in need.

"What's going on? It wouldn't be dangerous to be alone late this night without an umbrella. What about us?

Serra talks to the girl about fixing her best smile.

The girl looks up, shaking her shoulders, tickling at Serra's words. The look on Serra's face froze.

Fear. Despair. Sadness. Every negative emotion, the girl had.

And finally, Serra realizes like a girl. The clothes are worn out and the skin visible from between is full of scratches and moles. The red eyes are swollen as well, as beautiful as gems. There were tear marks on his cheeks.

- What the hell would make this kid so scratchy if something happened?

I was holding the girl when I realized it.

"Huh!? Oh, oh, oh, oh!!

Shortly afterwards, the girl rambles.

There was a strong fear in that expression. He seemed terribly afraid to relate to others.

"It's okay, it's okay...!

The girl's body is cold.

Serra kept hugging the girl as she spoke again and again to reassure her. My chest was about to rip open. I just wanted to help this girl.

I don't know if I'm really relieved or tired of doing so. Eventually the girl gradually lost her resistance and fell asleep.

- This is Celestia Valentine's meeting with Rico Akasaki.