No Game No Life[Comprehensive]

I looked at Shura's face and silently took a step back.

Shura: "...Oh, this hurts my heart a bit."

You won't talk to me like that when you look in the mirror.

"Do you remember what happened in the garden?" I changed the subject to business.

Shura shook his head: "As soon as I opened my eyes, I was in the hall just now. What's going on in the garden?"

"I met Firman when I was a child in the garden..." I told everything quickly, "...I fought with the original owner of your body now."

"Your hand was injured by him?" Shura's face suddenly darkened.

Me: "...No, it's just pretending. It's true that his eye sockets were swollen from my beating."

"Oh, that's all right." Shura said, "Good fight."

Next, we were going to go to the backyard to observe again. When I walked down the stairs with Shura, I suddenly remembered that there was one more thing I hadn't told him.

"My current body is called Benjamin." I said, "I saw this name in Nancy's diary in a previous dream, and I will..." be her fiance.

Before I could finish my words, my eyes blurred, and a strong sense of weightlessness followed.

When my sight was clear again, I was already on a bench in the back garden of Tobias Manor.

The afternoon sun was warm and gentle. I looked at the luxuriant flowers in front of me and couldn't react for a while.

This kind of fragmented and incoherent memory...is it really a dream?

There is still a bandage on the left arm, it seems that the time should not be too far from before.

Next to me sat a little girl in a pastel yellow dress with braids, and she said to me with a kind of shyness full of longing: "Do you want meat scones? It's my first time making this. I don't know if it's good or not." It's delicious, would you like to try it?"

She lifted the lid of the wicker basket she was carrying to show me the scones inside.

On the red and white checkered napkin, the scones look very good, the meringue is golden, and the aroma of the meat wafts out.

I took a scone in my hand.

When the little girl saw my movements, her round eyes suddenly turned into crescents, and she took the opportunity to sit closer to me.

"I've seen everything before, and this is the first time anyone can make Aiden feel deflated... Uh, I, I mean, you're so brave..." The girl's face slowly became flushed, and her voice also turned pale. Down, "... like a hero. You, you want to be friends with me..."

"Look what I heard, hero-hero-?"

A familiar voice sounded from behind, and Aiden's figure gradually approached from the stone road, but the swelling of his eyelids had subsided, leaving only a few bruises.He dragged his accent, deliberately adding an accent to the last two words.

"You mean, I am an evil existence in this manor?"

I noticed the girl's body trembling slightly.

Aiden continued to ask persistently: "Tell me, you've had this thought for a long time, do you really want to eradicate me? Do you want me to disappear from Tobias? Huh?"

He came closer and closer, until he almost pointed at the girl's nose and shouted, "Answer me—Nancy!"

I stretched out my arm to stop Aiden's hand that was about to grab Nancy's collar, and Nancy immediately cowered and hid behind me.

I said, "Come on, don't you really think you are a good person?"

Then I turned my head and told Nancy in a low voice, "Go back to your room."

Nancy looked at me and stood there hesitantly. I gave her a slight push: "Go back."

The girl turned around and ran away along the path lightly.

Aiden sneered disdainfully at her leaving back: "Pretend to run the fastest."

——Not Shura.

I watched Aiden, and I could tell he wasn't the man I knew.

Shura... where is he now?Was he awake, or was he in another dream fragment?

Was he, like me, facing a Benjamin who wasn't me?

At this moment, I suddenly had an inexplicable urgent urge, I wanted to see Shura again, listen to him speak with that wonderfully rhyming accent, and see his wanton and frivolous smile.

I want to take an adventure with Shura.

After Nancy left, Aiden sat carelessly on the vacant seat on the bench.

He doesn't think of himself as an outsider... Well, no, this is his home in the first place.

I handed over the meat scones that I had been pinching for a long time, and he took a look, and actually took a bite.

"It's okay." Aiden chewed the food and commented vaguely, "It's not the craftsmanship of the chef at home, she made it?"

I sat down next to Aiden, half an arm's distance away from him: "Well, it's the first time I've done it, and I want you to eat it."

"Listening to her fart, I must have practiced it in private."

Aiden cleared his scones in two or three bites, opened the basket--Nancy didn't take it--and took one out.

I looked at his swollen belly and wanted to remind him to eat less, but I didn't say anything in the end.

This kind of high-oil and high-calorie snack is simply a carbohydrate bomb. When I was sick and needed health care in the past, it was the number one target on the menu.

I used to avoid a lot of things. Over time, my eating habits were light. Now that I can eat it, I still subconsciously stay away from greasy food.

"You don't have to turn your nose and eyes at me. I'm not a good person, and others are not so noble."

After eating, Aiden said to me, sucking his fingers.

"In the past, when Philman was being dragged on the ground like a dog, Nancy walked by without squinting her eyes. Now she comes out to pretend to be weak and deceive you for a fool."

"There are no good people like you think in this manor. It's just that they need to pretend, but I don't."

Speaking of this, Aiden naturally showed the pampered arrogance that belonged to the Duke's only son.

I said, "Oh."

Aiden: "...I am in a good mood today, don't be ignorant."

He suddenly reached out and grabbed my left arm, which was in a bandage, and I looked back at him without changing my expression.

"I know your hands are fine, huh." Aiden said in a low voice, "The same trick won't work a second time... Don't always be used by them, think about your identity, Benjamin, people must do the right thing choose."

He let go of his hand and left without looking back.

I sat where I was, watching Aiden's figure gradually disappear from sight.

"...the right choice," I said softly, "I've been making the right choice."

It's not the bully's right, it's not the bullied person's right, and it's not the bystander's right.

Not the right of the nobles, nor the right of the slaves.

If he could endure being treated like a dog, how could he angrily contradict his master after a few words of verbal humiliation? Didn't he know that this would lead to even greater disasters?

The blue-and-gold aristocratic attire really stands out around the corner.

At that time, Firman saw me.

I know what choices I'm making.

That's what I'm right about.

After sitting alone in the garden for a while, I belatedly realized that the faint smell of meat was emanating from my left arm.

——The smelly little fat man wiped all the oil stains from his hands on my bandages!

The author has something to say:

According to the division of camps, Roxi should belong to [Chaos·Neutral]

Neither good nor evil, purely according to their own likes and dislikes.

This is where he is similar to the gods, and it is also one of the places where he is loved by the gods.