Are you with Dazai today?

After returning to the hospital, Chris finally couldn't hold on, his legs softened and he knelt down, and his expression was not as calm as before.

He panted heavily as if trying to calm down his inner fluctuations, then he took out the dagger he had used when fighting Reinhardt before, and slashed across his thumb.

A series of experiences just now that were too magical even for a magician made Chris temporarily blur the boundary between illusion and reality, so Chris began to doubt himself.

It hurts, it's great, I'm alive.

"You're still alive."

As if guessing what Chris was thinking, Gloria said aloud.

Chris looked up at Gloria who was floating in control, the other's black hair fell down and fell on his face, bringing some itchy

"what is that?"

Chris stared at the wound on the belly of his thumb that he had scratched, and just recalling what he saw just now, he couldn't help trembling, fear, frenzy, and a trace of abnormal joy that Chris tried to ignore.

"I do not know."

Chris stared at Gloria, and Gloria looked back frankly.

"That's it."

Just when Gloria thought Chris was going to ask, Chris withdrew his gaze. He just gently revealed the matter in this way, which made Gloria, who had already written the manuscript in his stomach, Leah froze for a moment.

Chris didn’t go to see Gloria again, it’s already past the meal time, and now he can only get some bread refrigerated in the refrigerator, but now he doesn’t have the desire to eat those things, wait a while and heat them up Water, Chris thought.

He didn't go to Daphne, or go to Lauren's room to fight with each other. Instead, he found Lilith's room based on his memory. He hesitated in front of the door, and finally knocked on the door.

"It's me, Chris."

"It's brother, please come in."

After hearing the other party's reply, Chris breathed a sigh of relief. After he looked around to confirm that there was no one else in the corridor, he quickly opened the door like a thief, and then closed it gently after entering.

"Today too... ah!"

"Ah... sorry, did I scare you? Don't be afraid, it's not my blood." Speaking of which, Chris glanced at the belly of his thumb that he had just cut open. "No, only a little bit is mine, really only a little bit."

"That...no, are you all right?"

Lilith maneuvered the wheelchair around Chris in circles.

"Brother, you look very bad, are you really all right?"

"No, it's okay, the blood is from the duck blood I accidentally knocked over when I sneaked into the kitchen just now." Chris told lame lies. "The finger was cut by the paper, well, that's it."

"really?"

Lilith looked distrustful, and angrily drove the wheelchair to the canvas.

"My brother is not good at lying at all."

"Ah... that... I..."

Eh?Is it better for me to clean up the blood first and then go today?Chris, who had never thought about this level, was a little flustered.

"Forget it, forget it if you don't want to say it."

Lilith's shoulders loosened, and she waved to Chris.

"Are you here to paint today?"

"Ok!"

"Do you like it that much?"

Lilith laughed, but she thought it was a good idea, because no one had ever said to her "you draw very well" before.

The blue paint was smudged on the canvas. Chris didn't know any painting skills. He just wanted to paint. If he did this, he could forget the horrible things he had just experienced, and his body gradually recovered. Then boy.

"I, if I have a brother, I want someone like Chris." Lilith looked at Chris who was smearing on the canvas with her face propped up, and said suddenly.

Christ paused.

"why?"

"Because Chris looks like a big brother, so he is a big brother."

"Absolutely not."

"Yes—"

"..."

"Having an older brother is enough for me."

"You mean Lauren?"

Lilith thought of the person who always quarreled with Chris, the two of them often started fighting after talking, and Lilith could also see that these two people were not the type who had a bad relationship on the surface and secretly cared about each other , but really hate each other from the bottom of my heart.

This family is really confusing.

"Well, even now I disappoint her from time to time, let alone Lauren, so I don't think I'm a good family member. Ah, of course I don't care if Lauren disappoints, because that guy is very bother."

"I have a younger brother." Lilith said while observing Chris's painting, "The color here needs to be a little darker."

"Hey——" Chris added a few strokes to the painting according to Lilith's words. "I see." Then he saw Gloria appearing behind Lilith.

It took Chris a lot of effort to control himself from making any strange expressions. He tried his best to convey his disgust with his eyes. gesture, and held up a piece of white paper on which was written [Question: What kind of person is that. 】

Gloria stopped for a while and finally couldn't stay any longer. His master is simply a master at chatting, and has a tendency to chat to death every minute.

This is where she, a considerate servant, needs to appear!

Chris took a deep breath to get rid of his urge to complain, this guy is really, really not afraid of being seen by Lilith.

"What kind of person is that?" Although a little dissatisfied, Chris still listened to Gloria's language suggestions.

"It's cute, chubby, with small hands, and the only one in the family who smiles at me."

"Eh--"

"My younger brother is very good. I also have an older brother, but I don't like him at all. Sure enough, my younger brother is better."

"Is it that good?"

Chris was a little moved by what Lilith said.

"Well, Chris will understand after he has it!"

"Oh."

younger brother.

Chris wrote down this sentence in his heart, and continued his actions.

Gloria, who had become spiritual after the language instruction, covered her face and couldn't move it. This master really couldn't move it!Even with language guidance, it can't change the fact that the other party is a 'language master'.

Googling.

……

Gloria kept whispering in Chris' ear after he lay down on the bed.

"I can't believe it!" She looked at Chris with strange eyes, as if she saw some monster. "How dare you talk to a girl like this, no matter how good the beginning is, you can kill me, you are really... you are really... oh!"

If Chris was a little older and experienced more things, he would know that this is called "looking at straight men's eyes", at least he can't understand it now.

He wrapped the quilt around his head to block Gloria's voice, and he looked like a huge ball in appearance.

"Master." Gloria poked the dumpling, but the dumpling didn't move.

"Master~" She poked again, this time the dumpling moved a bit but calmed down quickly.

"Little master!" Under Gloria's serial poking, a hand from the bottom of the dumpling finally reached out and held Gloria's sinful fingers. "You can't stop!"

"It's not over."

Chris: ...

"What the hell are you trying to do!"

Chris lay on the bed with blank eyes, quite a feeling of 'whatever he likes'.

"master."

"What... what's wrong."

Facing Gloria who suddenly became serious, Chris felt a little uncomfortable, just like when she suddenly showed her cold and terrifying side.

"If you had a nightmare, it would be better to say it."

"what?"

"That's it, good night."

"Hey……"

There was no time for Chris to ask, and Gloria became spiritual again, and she didn't know if she was still in this room or just ran away.

"Ugh."

Beat your fist on the pillow to vent your unhappiness, and regret it after venting, because the pillow is innocent, no matter how you say it, you should not vent your anger on the pillow.

But it was finally quiet now, and Chris lay on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Chris opened his eyes and, miraculously, he knew he was dreaming.

Could this be the legendary lucid dream?

But it's actually not the same as Chris imagined, because he didn't actually participate in it, but watched all this as a bystander.

Chris could see Gloria, her hair was much shorter than what Chris remembered, and she had no expression on her face, and she didn't have the usual chattering look at all, which immediately made Chris think of something bad. remember.

She walked on the red carpet, as if there was no purpose, just walking like this, and this road seemed to have no end, Chris couldn't feel the passage of time, and naturally he couldn't tell why he had been following Gloria How long has it been.

During this process, Chris could always hear intermittent drums and intermittent flute sounds. At first he thought it was his own illusion, but then the repeated sounds told him that this was not the case, and these sounds were similar to Glo Liya used the same ability as he used in the call before, and it sounded directly in his mind.

Chris frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable instinctively, but he still followed Gloria, walking towards an unknown endless road.

Chris followed Gloria through an amusement park made of stumps, a hot spring made of blood, and saw desserts made of eyeballs being served to lips floating in the air, just like young children's free-spirited graffiti Again, there are no rules at all.

Gloria turned a blind eye to these things, and then she didn't know how long it had passed before she finally stopped.

And Chris saw soft white... walls?Is that the wall?Chris doesn't know.

Gloria leaned closer to the wall and pressed her eyeballs to the white wall.

Eh?

Chris froze.

Because he saw himself.

I... looking at myself?What Chris saw of himself was gradually tinged with fear.

what is this... what is this? !

Difficulty breathing, almost out of breath.

Where is the white and soft thing that is a wall, it is clearly a huge eyeball, and Gloria is not walking on a red carpet, after careful inspection, even the fleshy fibers can be seen clearly.

Why did you realize it now?Why can't I say a word.

It was just a dream, it was obviously a dream, but Chris clearly felt that eyeball was looking at him, and the dream linked them together.

There was no way to breathe, and that was Chris's last thought before his eyes plunged into darkness.

"Aha!"

It can almost be said that the person who jumped up from the bed was gasping for breath. Chris could feel the pain in his neck. He turned on a night light and saw the handprints on his neck in the mirror. .

Chris put his hand on his neck, which exactly matched the size of the handprint, and he didn't expect that he was out of breath in the dream and it was caused by himself.

He rubbed his temples, the dream just now was too real, maybe... maybe he dreamed of Gloria's past, and Gloria's memories and feelings passed through the master in Chris's hand. Passed from the contract to his brain.

It's really not a good experience.

Chris sighed and planned to continue to sleep, but his eyes blurred, and the mirror turned into the head of a participant who died not long ago, because his vocal cords had been destroyed long ago, so he couldn't make a sound.

"what!"

Chris was startled, subconsciously let go of his hand, his head fell to the ground and smashed to pieces, no, it was the mirror that fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.

"Illusion?"

Really, enough is enough.

The author has something to say: Chris (contemplating): Would it be nice to have a younger brother?Is it really better than an older brother or a younger brother?

Mori Ogai: I picked up a child for you

Shiinagawa (excited): I'm going to be an older brother!

Osamu Dazai:?

On the first day of school, I can't sleep in, it's painful

Forewarning, the next chapter plans to write a special episode about Zai, probably after Shiina is gone