heavy(かさ)ねたtime(じかん)は crisp(もろ)く
Stacked time is so fragile.
——Quote from Lil' Goldfish-Marika
-1-
In a bright spring season, Shancha met her sister.
A sister who has the same eyes and hair as her, a true twin sister.
You can confirm it at a glance.
The younger sister explained that she had been separated from her parents during the initial escape. At that time, neither of them was old enough to remember, so they had no memory of each other. Later, after growing up, they wandered around a lot and eventually came to this city and found Shancha.
There is no need to confirm kinship; the identical face is the best proof.
——She is my blood-related sister.
-2-
So, one spring, her sister suddenly came to Shancha's door and told her that she was her only relative in the world.
"As for a name? I don't have one."
The black-haired, black-eyed girl's smile seemed a little nervous. She put her hands behind her back, and the black rags on her body were wrinkled.
She said shyly, "I'm just my sister's sister."
-3-
The dark, inhuman existence is merely born and defined by you.
A banshee needs no name, and neither does a sister's twin.
...I only exist for a short time as your reflection to keep my promise to protect you.
-4-
M doesn't try to imagine what it would cost to turn the world back.
Nor would M consider how powerful the prison that would eventually imprison him was—a prison that could hold the very being that could turn the world back on its head.
Yes, she never thinks, whether it is her own or others'.
She stood here, with her lively and bright sister standing opposite her again, and that was enough.
[You—you’re not a human—you’re the one who has no blood relationship with me! !]
…As for the twins’ lie, it was necessary.
This way, my sister will trust me more, right? It's a better explanation than "I'm the cat you've fed so many times before."
【You are afraid of me... You are afraid of me, right. 】
My sister is human after all.
He'll force a smile at a talking black cat, and, of course, collapse before a bloody monster.
I also don't want to reveal any darkness and death in front of her anymore.
…I don’t want to scare her anymore.
-5-
M took a deep breath and forced out a shy smile again.
...the smile of a human girl.
"Well, I just came to say hello, sister, I'll be leaving first..."
Seeing that you are doing well and confirming that you are really back, I will do what I really want to do.
Clear away everything that might cause you harm and obtain all the guarantees you need to leave the city safely.
But Shancha, who had been staring at her face without saying a word, suddenly moved. She took a step forward and grabbed her hand tightly.
-6-
"Sister!" said the young prostitute, her eyes sparkling. "I didn't expect I had a sister. I have a sister, my sister—you must leave this city!—Let's run away together, right now, right now!"
-7-
……oh.
The maple-red ball of light hung in a place invisible to humans, watching this scene, and for no reason it thought of something.
"Let's escape together! Together, Organ, since you know how to open the cage door, you can definitely—"
-8-
No matter how many reincarnations, no matter how many times he goes back, the little blue-eyed boy will always grab his hand and make such an invitation.
…Every time, the organ is curious.
Does he know what I am?
Does he know how many corpses I was born from?
Doesn't he know that I'm not human and can't really be considered his biological brother?
The scene was repeated countless times, and in countless endings, the organ was pushed off the cliff by Parsifal countless times.
He did not resent his brother. He loved the fallen.
But, Organ knew very well that his brother's invitation to escape was sincere every time...
-9-
His brother killed him sincerely.
Inviting him to live together and pushing him off the cliff to turn him into meat paste are both the brother's true intentions.
-10-
...human beings.
Always issuing an invitation to escape to an existence of which you have no idea.
"Together" - do they know how heavy and bewitching this word is?
Those who run vigorously and those who never truly have life.
A hundred years of life and an eternal sentence.
【Together】.
… They have no idea what the word means.
When they realize the weight of the word, they will just panic and push you off the cliff.
Human... No, this girl.
In front of the small gate, the extremely excited Xiao Shancha laughed, shouted, and hugged the somewhat stiff M tightly.
The prison organ measured her coldly.
She possesses top-notch beauty in the secular sense.
Compared to the black shadow with jagged edges and bloody flesh in his arms, she was really bright and beautiful, as if standing at the center of the world.
-11-
Oh.
Aren’t the humans who admire her stupid?
At first sight, at first sight, he was extremely perceptive—
I hate her.
-12-
The organ learned to ignore appearances from a very early age. Strictly speaking, the Gray Banshee was even more beautiful and charming than the girl in front of him, but the organ could press its head, pull its hair, and drag it underground without changing its expression.
After all, it's just a shell.
Whether beautiful or ugly, once the body is broken, you can no longer see it, right?
Sometimes, even, when he met Parsifal's clear blue eyes and saw his back running in the garden... the organ lowered his head and touched his limbs that had been plagued by illness and death for many years, and he felt that he had a certain hatred for [beauty].
Healthy body, bright eyes.
He was disgusted.
-13-
Isn't it natural that the ugly hate the beautiful?
-14-
"...Sister, you really believed it so easily."
After finally getting away, M walked through the bustling streets in a daze - she almost subconsciously turned into a sunless alley.
She leaned against the dark wall, hiding in the comfortable shadow, reached out and pressed her chest.
My heart is beating. Perhaps it's because of the bright spring sunshine, or perhaps it's because of that tight hug.
...a warm, young embrace of life.
My sister really survived.
My sister really lives here.
She... well...
"That's the human race you want to save?"
The maple-red ball of light still followed her, floating in the shadows with her, more natural than breathing.
"Yes," M said, smiling a little stiffly again, "That's my sister... She's beautiful, isn't she?"
The organ could not see this smile.
He didn't know what kind of appearance the black banshee used to walk in this world. From his perspective, he could only see a blurry and rough black shadow.
As the shadow spoke these words, it shrank a little, as if burying its head in its knees.
No matter how you look at it, it's not a mood to smile.
He thought about it and said directly: "I hate her."
The smile on M's lips disappeared.
"Your disgust has nothing to do with me. Go away."
"Well, I'm just expressing my opinion so you don't misunderstand me. I went back to the world just to fulfill your wish. It has nothing to do with that human. I simply hate her."
“…”
-15-
M frowned and then relaxed.
It's pointless to argue with a kid who's brains are so dull from being in prison. Although they had only talked a few times in the beginning, M had a hunch that the other party was not a person who would play tricks on others.
"Simple expression" means just telling her whatever you think of.
At least this was much better than an ambiguous attitude. Moreover, no matter what her opinion was, it was just an "opinion" and would never affect her feelings towards her sister...
The ball of light moved: "Are you going to see her next? If you do, I will disappear for a while. If you need me, I will come back..."
"How could you possibly hate my sister?" M couldn't help but ask, "My sister is so beautiful, so kind, my sister is the whole world—"
The organ thought of Parsifal again.
It had been so long since he had thought of Parsifal in this way.
"Beautiful and kind people are wonderful. But why do I have to like them?"
-16-
No matter how beautiful or kind a human being is, if they see you as someone who is not human, they will push you off a cliff.
If he had the chance to do it again a thousand times, he would still choose to push him off the cliff.
...Of course, since he was his brother, the organ had no resentment.
But that didn't stop him from hating such a frivolous and bright invitation to escape.
Let's run away together!
That invitation was so tempting.
-17-
So, now, when he looked at the Black Banshee, it was like looking at himself who was once teetering on the edge of a cliff.
The first time I was about to fall.
Because of a bright human's thoughtless invitation to escape.
...The organ knows the fixed ending of every wisher, and the organ also knows what price she will pay for going back in time. Just like grabbing a laid rope, he always knows the end of the rope.
He had been imprisoned for too long and had nothing to do except think and speculate.
-18-
But M is still trying to convince it.
"...My sister is not only beautiful and kind, she..."
All right.
There's no need to hint at those things; she'll understand sooner or later.
The organ said, "If I have to give a reason, I just don't like her appearance. I don't think that face is pretty to my taste."
“…”
-17-
M shut his mouth.
M quickly made a move, grabbed the ball of light, exerted force with his palm, and directly—
"Bang."
-18-
The pipe organ next to the sightseeing ball was directly extinguished: "..."
Huh?
-19-
M rubbed off the maple-red fragments of light in his hand and refused to admit, "The fragments of this ball are quite beautiful. I guess its death will be very fragrant."
Your own colors aren't much better, wreck ball.
She actually said her sister is not good-looking!
...If you think your sister is ugly, doesn’t that mean you think I’m ugly too!
What a stupid, distorted ball of aesthetics!
-20-
And so, for a very personal reason, M closed the prisoner's channel to peek into the progress of the world.
Of course, as mentioned before, an existence that can reverse the world cannot be shaken by the shattering of an energy ball. M's behavior is no different from smashing a TV to vent anger.
However, the prisoner in the jail was stunned for a moment, then thought carefully, and reviewed every sentence he had spoken to the Black Banshee several times...
He thought, Oh.
I am indeed a bit biased.
-twenty one-
He had experienced too many boring deaths because of this banshee, so he still had some resentment towards her.
So he always stimulated and tested her in some subtle way, giving her different attention from other wishers.
Dislike or like should not be expressed directly. After all, communicating with her is just to pass the time, there is no need to express yourself.
This trend is not good, he needs to remain calm.
-twenty two-
So the organ didn't try to establish the connection again.
Originally, there should not be any private contact with the wisher. If the Black Banshee had not invited him to eat cakes, the organ would have recovered the energy ball after the world went back and only placed a surveillance line on the wisher so that he could collect the fertilizer after the end.
...Hmm.
It’s probably because I’ve been too bored recently.
The Organ calmed himself down in the Eternal Prison. He served as fertilizer twice, composed seven different songs, and when he was bored to death, he went back several times and played with his brother again.
After falling shattered to the ground at the bottom of the cliff for the seventh time and watching the bright sky gradually turn into the indigo night, he suddenly felt something and took out a small point of light.
That small dot of light was the source he had rescued when he flowed back to the world of the Black Banshee. It had been kept by his side for some time, absorbing a lot of nutrients and was almost turning into a healthy blue dot of light.
...But at this moment, the light spot dimmed again, and a roaring black shadow flashed in the crimson light.
-twenty three-
oh.
The organ, which had died nine times during this period, thought, it's time.
...It's easy to forget time when you're in prison, and the speed of time flows differently in each world, the organ thought, I should pay attention to this and find an accurate calculation method.
So as not to forget to recycle the fertilizer... I wonder how fertile the fertilizer turned into by the Black Banshee will be?
-twenty four-
He propped up the mutilated body, slowly put the hands, feet and head back together, put on the white dress again, and then condensed a new small ball of light.
-25-
The small ball of light flew to the city, and M knelt in front of W's body.
-26-
Recycling fertilizer requires courtesy, so the organist said, "Hello."
M slowly raised his head, his dark eyes like two empty knife wounds piercing his face.
...That's about right. The black shadow's body is covered with torn knife marks.
-27-
M looked at the ball of light that he had not seen for a long time.
"You said," she began softly, "that you would grant my wish."
The organ examined the corpse beside her. It was completely dead, without any bruises, except for a golden hairpin stuck in its back.
"Yes, your wish was to go back in time, and I fulfilled it. You wanted to save someone, and you did."
The maple-red ball of light once again flashed a bloody color in M's eyes: "But humans will eventually die."
"You—"
"Are you angry? Angry that I didn't warn you in advance?"
-28-
The organist was a little confused: "Didn't you say you would pay any price?"
The desire to be resurrected is itself one of the prices you have to pay.
What else can we do? How can such a good thing fall from the sky?
-29-
--Yes.
This is not a trap, nor is it a lie.
This thing has no obligation to do anything for her, and all choices should be made by herself.
M slowly shifted his gaze, his empty eyes looking out the window of Jinlin Pavilion.
-30-
This time, she was strong and worked hard.
The first thing she did was to accumulate wealth. She worked as a killer, a bodyguard, and a gravedigger, and accumulated enough money to make her sister worry-free for the rest of her life.
Then she directly brought out her sister who had not yet appeared.
Her sister, who had never performed on stage, never seen blood, and even never experienced being pointed at, was protected very, very well by her.
So, the spotless sister looked at her lovely, wealthy, and extremely powerful sister, then looked back at the girls in the pavilion—
[I want to bring a few more people out], she said softly, pulling M's clothes with some worry and desire.
-31-
M had no reason to reject her. M was already strong enough.
So they brought out the old mother who raised their sister, and a few young and frightened little girls, and finally, there was Lamei who had heard the news from some unknown channel and came to find them.
The noble and cold courtesan knelt in front of her sister and knocked her forehead until it bled.
Please, please, please, as long as you can let me leave here——
M watched coldly from the side, while her sister turned around and gently pulled the corner of her clothes.
...Forget it, it doesn’t matter if there is one more or one less.
-32-
The older sister is a kind and wonderful human being, and the role I play is the human younger sister who is a bit cold but also easily soft-hearted.
She is strong enough, so as long as she is with her sister, it doesn't matter what burden she brings.
So they left the city together and settled in the courtyard carefully selected by M.
My elder sister longed for family and kinship, and before long, La Mei was regarded as her eldest sister, and the children were regarded as her daughters.
-33-
Then, war breaks out on the border, and the women who have formed a family in the small courtyard begin to feel uneasy.
"Don't worry about anything," M told her sister. "I'm awesome. I'll be by your side. Everything will be alright."
Yes, that was why she left so easily before.
This time, I just need to stay close to my sister and act as her strongest shield.
But my sister's eyes are getting heavier and heavier.
The looks from the women other than my sister became more and more complicated.
-34-
[That sister of Shancha...she only cares about Shancha, she won't protect us at all!]
Did you see the way she looked at us? She looked at us like we were insignificant—
[War is about to break out. Shancha can still rely on her sister, but we have no one to rely on!]
[What should I do... Why... That little sister...]
【Hello, Camellia.】
The eyes, the skirt, the teacup, the quietly lit candle in the side room, and the shadows of the people whispering reflected on the paper window.
Crackling, crackling.
-35-
They gathered together like locusts, like hungry refugees huddled under a nobleman's carriage.
[Cha... talk to your rude and powerful sister... and ask her to stay by our side and protect us.]
-36-
At that moment, W's pure and innocent image was shattered.
She slowly closed her eyes, then opened them again, looking at these women whom she considered family.
"Separate. I'll give you enough money, just stay away from my sister."
-37-
M leaned outside the room with his arms folded, listening to W smash the teacup.
"You go—get out of here!"
-38-
At that time, she just thought indifferently, Oh, my sister finally woke up and wanted to get rid of these burdens.
Take these guys away, tolerate them living here, and give them enough money even if they separate——
If it weren't for his sister's request, M would never do such a thing.
Besides, even my sister would think that this is the most she can do to help, right?
-39-
My sister is a kind and good person. This time I didn't even let her go through any twists and turns or be spied on by any men.
Those humans...maybe they were kind people once, but what does it have to do with her?
No matter how well humans get along with each other or how close they are to each other, without the bond of blood and the grace of being born and raised, it is difficult for them to regard each other as "relatives."
Those people's pleas to my sister were all genuine, their gratitude to my sister was all genuine, yes...
Her fear and disgust towards her powerful sister were also real.
What's more, true relatives will abandon each other in the flames of war.
-40-
M doesn't think there's anything wrong with this.
She was used to looking down on human beings, and she could see the ugliness and darkness clearly without thinking carefully.
She could understand the disgust of those humans, but if her sister had not stopped her several times, M would have dug out their eyeballs without mercy.
...For example, this time, if her sister hadn't said, "Give you money and leave," she would have turned around and gone in to kill these people.
-41-
She could find reasons. She could explain why. She knew that every human being made such a choice out of necessity, not from their own heart.
——But why does the evil Banshee care about all that?
-42-
But her sister stopped her. She was so angry that she was shaking but still gave out the silver she had saved. She said it was unnecessary. Sister...
No matter how kind and selfless he is, he still chooses his own sister, retaining the last bit of selfishness.
Just as he had thought when he took them away from the city, M obeyed his sister's decision.
-43-
They all watched as the women rescued from the brothel left with their bags.
-44-
Now that I think about it, I should have just killed them.
Kill them all without telling my sister.
-45-
Because before those women could find their own support, the flames of war took away everything they had.
Money, house, health, beauty—
When the famous courtesan La Mei from the Golden Scale Pavilion was pinned down by a soldier and her arm was broken, she said hoarsely:
-46-
[Let me go, I can offer you a woman who is more beautiful than me. ]
Let me go.
Let me go.
Please...
-47-
Just like when she knelt and kowtowed in front of Camellia, Wintersweet shed a lot of blood.
-48-
Then W received a letter written in blood, begging her to provide more silver, saying that the war was raging and they were hiding everywhere and could not survive.
W looked at his sister who had fallen asleep while leaning against the pillar in the corridor waiting for her meal, hesitated for a moment, tiptoed past her, opened the drawer, and took out the gold hairpin.
The golden hairpin was left behind by La Mei before she left. At that time, the arrogant and indifferent woman said that although it was not enough, it could be used to pay for her accommodation for the time being, and she would return it to her when she made money.
W drove those women away because they were hostile to his sister.
But those women never turned against her, nor should they have been swept up in the chaos of war.
What's more, this was originally Lamei's property.
-49-
So she left the courtyard quietly without telling her sister, carrying the golden hairpin with her.
-50-
The soldiers guarding the meeting place grabbed her hair and dragged her directly back to Jinlin Pavilion.
-51-
On the high platform of Jinlin Pavilion, the dying courtesan opened her eyes a little, and when she saw her coming, she suddenly twisted the corner of her cut mouth.
Are you a fool?
W did not respond.
She was roughly pressed to the ground, her clothes were stripped off, and the golden hairpin hidden in her arms fell out with a clang, and rolled to the side of the courtesan.
Lamei looked at the golden hairpin.
The twisted corners of Wintersweet's mouth suddenly flattened, like a dead body buried in the snow.
-52-
The excited soldier unzipped his pants, and the dying courtesan suddenly rushed to the platform, grabbed the golden hairpin, and fiercely—
It stabbed into Shancha's back, and then was pierced by countless bayonets.
-53-
The long-awaited beautiful woman turned into a corpse before she was officially tasted.
A clean, pure, bruise-free body.
It's all because of that crazy, almost broken courtesan...
-54-
The angry soldiers kicked the head of the courtesan next to them, looking at the freshly dead white woman, especially at her half-stripped clothes, they still felt a little sorry, so they pulled down their pants -
The next moment, a woman walked in through the door.
It looked exactly like the corpse on the ground, except that it was alive and still smiling sweetly.
-55-
M couldn't find the culprit.
Her sister was killed a second time, but she couldn't find the culprit.
Even though she slaughtered all the soldiers in the pavilion and everyone who started the war.
-56-
She couldn't find it.
She doesn't understand.
she……
It's far, far, far from being strong enough, right?
-57-
“That’s a given.”
The organ said, "This woman died in this city. Even if the world were to turn back time, she would still die in this city. Perhaps for different reasons, perhaps in different ways, but she would die here, she would die here..."
M rolled his eyes.
"I really want to see your true form." She suddenly laughed. "If your true form were here, I'd really like to stab you in the throat and nail you to the pile of corpses over there with a knife."
That's not bad, thought the organ.
-58-
I haven't experienced such an ingenious death yet.
-59-
"Every one of my wishes will become fertilizer for my flowers," he said briskly. "If you are ready to commit suicide, come with me and I will water you under the most beautiful tulip."
"……suicide?"
The smile on M's face widened, and two dimples appeared.
"You said you would grant my wish. You said you would turn the world back."
"already……"
"Hello."
-60-
The broken black shadow opened up and moved closer to the maple-red ball of light.
"Once again, let the world go back. You ugly prisoner."
-61-
The organ stared at the dark shadow in a daze.
It was overwhelming, it was immensely powerful, but it was shattered at the edges, and blood was oozing from where its eyes should have been.
The dark banshee.
After experiencing a backflow, being abandoned by everything, and experiencing a second destruction and a second madness—
It is so broken, but still so strong.
-62-
Even in prison, even across countless worlds and times, the organ couldn't help but reach out.
"You...should clearly...completely understand...the price of resurrection?"
"Backflow for me. Prisoner."
"A death arranged by the world... no one can escape..."
"Backflow."
"...You can't save that human...No wisher can..."
"Backflow."
“But you…”
-63-
You are so broken and shattered.
The price you paid to completely crush the faith in the hearts of countless persistent wishers should also be crushed by you.
【Those wishers are completely crazy.】
Not one of them kept their promise, not one of them returned to the prison of eternal life to accompany me.
[They all chose suicide as their end. They all became broken souls and became fertilizer for my flowers——]
【They lost any desire for life.】
-64-
But the black shadow before her eyes had never truly had life.
ah……
The shackles on the prisoner's wrists rattled. He lowered his head and saw his own shining eyes reflected in the chains.
...She is truly the craziest and stupidest Banshee.
-65-
"As you wish."
-66-
Yes, let's go back.
The second time, the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time...
Let him see how many reincarnations and how many times this unique and extremely interesting banshee can endure?
It’s really... extremely beautiful.
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