Chapter 30

Day 1 <A> Kazuki Hoshino’s Room —Crunch. I’m being crushed. The transparent hands drive into my body and smash my insides. Turning them to mincemeat, squashing and mashing me down into a form that can be forced into the game. My body spins drunkenly, as if I’ve been tossed into a washing machine with a load of laundry. While I fight down the physical revulsion, the color begins draining away from me until I’m just like the transparent hands. I feel very light, like there’s nothing left of me at all; I don’t remember when I closed my eyes, but slowly, I open them. I see a bare concrete ceiling with an exposed light bulb. My pulse accelerates. I’m back in that cell-like room again. …No, that isn’t quite right. This is actually my first time here, in the true sense. I can’t afford even a single slipup in the struggle ahead. I think back on the promise we made during our conversation moments ago. “If no one kills anyone else for eight days, you can survive.” “And—if you reach that ending, I’ll destroy the Game of Indolence. This is your idea of fair, right?” My objective is to destroy the Box, save Maria, and return us to the real world. In the Rejecting Classroom and the Week in the Mud, we were able to resolve things by finding the owners and persuading them to turn over their Boxes. Things won’t go that way this time, though. Daiya, the owner of the Game of Indolence, isn’t one to be persuaded. That’s why instead of getting through to him, I have no choice but to beat him at his own game. What I need to do is guide everyone away from killing one another and reach an ending where no one dies. I take in my surroundings. Everything is exactly as I remember it. In the small room, there is an exposed toilet and a sink. A twenty-inch monitor. A table with a hemp sack on top of it. The contents of the sack are the same. A ballpoint pen, a notebook, a blue wristwatch, seven sets of solid rations, a portable device, and a knife. But— “NiCE_to_mEEt_you.” —a disgusting green bear, Noitan, greets me. Nice to meet you, huh? It doesn’t feel right, but this is actually the appropriate greeting. I feel like I’ve met Noitan several times before, but this is actually our first real encounter. The ones who met Noitan before were my NPCs, copies of me. My experiences there were nothing more than a part of their Replays. “Heh_hEH_heh. NiCE_to_meET_you_Kazuki. NoW_tHEN_leT’S_get_dOwn_to_busiNESS. The_plAYer_neeDS_to_seLECt_his_Class.” “…? I can pick my Class?” “YeAH. Kingdom_Royale_is_deSIGNed_so_thaT_the_pLAYer_has_aN_advaNTAGE_ovEr_the_NPCs. ThE_mENTal_beneFIT_of_knoWING_that_tHE_oTHEr_charaCTERS_are_NPCs_is_pART_of_this. So_aRE_the_Replays_tHAT_aLLow_the_pLAYer_to_sEE_the_NPC_daTA.” “And choosing a Class is another one…” “ExACTly.” The image of Noitan vanishes, and the Classes appear on the screen. KING PRINCE DOUBLE SORCERER KNIGHT REVOLUTIONARY “…Huh?” I notice that, for some reason, the buttons for the King, the Sorcerer, and the Revolutionary are grayed out. “You_CAn’t_choose_Classes_THat_aRE_graYed_out. Once_anotHER_Player_has_choSEN_it_it_BEcomes_unaVAILable,” Noitan explains, as if answering my silent question. So these Classes were already picked. Daiya had chosen the Revolutionary, Yuri had chosen the King, and as for the Sorcerer… I didn’t have time to find out who that was, but I’m sure it was Iroha. “But why have this rule?” “BeCAUse_if_wE_don’T_theN_the_earLIER_pLAYERs_wiLL_be_aT_tOo_much_of_a_disADVAntAGe_sINCe_thEY_can’t_leaRN_as_much_fROm_Replays. InSTEAD_we_eVEN_the_sCORE_by_gIVING_theM_moRE_fREEdom_in_choOSINg_theIR_Class.” Fair enough. That still doesn’t really do much to help out the very first player, though… At any rate, that means my choices come down to the Prince, the Double, or the Knight…and as you might expect from the leftovers, none of them seem especially suited for manipulating how things go down. “Oh.” I notice something. These three Classes are my only choices. Conversely, this also means the three most dangerous Classes for others to have—the King, the Sorcerer, and the Revolutionary—are guaranteed to be assigned to someone else. I recall the second round, when Yuri was the player. I was the Revolutionary then. That didn’t stop the game from ending in tragedy…but what would have happened if, say, Koudai Kamiuchi had been the Revolutionary? I’m sure the outcome would’ve been even more horrible than it was. I probably wouldn’t have been able to help anyone, not even Maria. If Daiya or Koudai Kamiuchi end up as the Revolutionary this time— “—Ugh.” A shiver runs through me. If that happens, I can’t foresee a peaceful, uneventful resolution. …No, I can’t lose heart. I have to find a way to lead us to the <E> time block on day eight with everyone alive. “HuRRy_up_aND_cHOOse.” At Noitan’s urging, I return my attention to the monitor. Of the Prince, the Double, and the Knight, which Class will be best suited to keeping everyone alive? The key is going to be keeping the Revolutionary in check. Which would mean— I reach out toward the button. “Is_tHAT_what_yOu_wanT?” Noitan says, even though he was rushing me just a second ago. “…Yeah.” A Class with similar victory conditions to the Revolutionary lets me talk them into becoming an ally. A Class that also has the ability to act as a deterrent. That would be— I press the button for KNIGHT. The screen changes straightaway as Noitan appears once again. “Okay. AS_of_thIs_momENt_yOU_are_the_Knight. In_kEEping_with_thE_sTORy_yOU_must_suPPress_your_lUST_for_reVENge_aGAInst_the_otHER_playerS_beTRAy_them_aNd_lop_oFF_their_heAds.” “…What the hell does he mean, ‘lust for revenge’?” I mutter. The green bear’s mouth gapes open so wide, it rips. “You hate their guts_don’t you_All those bastards who tricked you and butchered you_C’mon_they were prepared to off you for their own survival_Heh-heh-heh.” Noitan’s awkward way of speaking becomes far smoother when he says mean things. I remember that now. This nasty green bear is quite fluent when it comes to trash-talking. “…You’re way off. I don’t hate them at all.” “Cut the hypocritical crap, scumbag. Do you deal with attempted murder by just giggling and letting it happen like some kinda perverted masochist? I know you’re wondering why you have to get offed when it’s the others who should be doing the dying. You have to be. That’s why the others actually took your dumb ass out.” “I would never think anything like—” But the words catch in my throat. Of course, I don’t hate the others. I’m not trying to get revenge, either. I don’t have the slightest inclination toward that in my head. That said—Yuri did still kill “me,” even if it was just a copy. I won’t be able to accomplish what I’ve set out to do unless I’m willing to make the ultimate sacrifice. That’s why I’m prepared to gamble with my life to save the others. To shield them, I may have to act as a lightning rod for whatever may occur. —All for the sake of the ones who killed me over and over. But can I actually do it without hesitating, without any misgivings? When I ask myself that…I find I’m really not too certain I can. Will this hang-up hinder me in completing my plan? I shake my head. I’ve got to stop this. There’s no point in filling my head with such thoughts. All I need to do is create an environment where everyone can trust one another without falling prey to suspicion. If I can pull that off, no one will have a reason to murder anyone. “—No.” I’m not sure that’s right… I’ve got it wrong. That isn’t enough. It’s not incorrect that we’re going to need a relationship of mutual trust. But we need way more than that. Trust alone would still allow the impulsive Koudai Kamiuchi to act freely; Yuri with her fear of death would still plot behind my back; Iroha would still heed her bullheaded instincts and tear through anything in the way of whatever she thinks is right; and Daiya would never play ball to begin with. So what should I do? “That’s what I’m saying. All ya gotta do is follow your nature and cut ’em all down without remorse, you closet butcher.” “Shut up!” “You really think you can just hold hands like that? You know damn well you’ve got murderers in there with you. It’s no use fighting it. Your only option is to rule the others like they’re your servants.” “…Shut your mouth. Servants? Come on! There’s no way I could lord it over—” …Wait, am I sure about that? Is that my only option? It doesn’t mean there’s no way out of this aside from killing one another. It means I’ll never get any sort of resolution if I simply act on faith with the others and let them go ungoverned. That’s right. What it comes down to is that in order to win, I— —I have to have control over everyone else. “……Ha-ha.” What the hell? Is the only way to break the game to seize control of everyone else and rule them like a despot, as the name Kingdom Royale suggests? Can I win the game if I become a king? Am I that type of person? It doesn’t sound realistic. I could never pull it off. But at the same time, I also understand. There is no other means of creating a situation in which no one starts murdering one another. If that’s how it is— “Within Kingdom Royale, I’m just a powerless girl. “—But I still want to protect you, even if it means throwing away my life.” —then I have to do it. In this Box, Maria is just a helpless princess; if I want to protect her, I have to do it. “HeY_It’s_abOUT_tIme_to_meeT_aLL_thOse_other_pEOPle_who_muRDERed_you.” With that, Noitan disappears, and the door opens. Beyond it is an expanse of darkness like raw desire. The sea of malice that I must confront. I clench my fists. Fine… I get it. “I—” I will become the king. Day 1 <B> The Common Area All six of us are here, in the white room that looks like it’s from a newly built hospital. It seems Daiya took care of Iroha’s knifepoint threats as he had in the second game, because no one put a blade to my throat. Thanks to that, things didn’t spiral too far out of control, and events followed a similar course to the second game. Unsurprisingly, we end up introducing ourselves at Koudai Kamiuchi’s suggestion again. I mull over how to gain control of everyone as I listen to their introductions. “I’m Iroha Shindo. My hobby is—” Iroha is the student council president. Her watch is orange. She’s tremendously gifted. According to her, her superhuman talents are supported by exceptional powers of focus. She behaves impulsively and almost never lies. Maybe it’s part of being at the top, but Iroha can be a bit oblivious to the intricacies of how the mind works, her own included. Once she’s prepared for the worst, she’s capable of completely shutting off her emotions and even committing murder. Iroha does like Yuri, but the feeling also appears to be the result of rationalizing the negative emotions of a complicated romantic situation to make them easier to process. In short, her relationship with Yuri has the potential to blow up. If I can gain Iroha’s trust, I can’t imagine she’ll betray me. She has the ability to take charge, so she would be a valuable person to have on my side. “I-I’m Yuri Yanagi.” Yuri is the top of Year 3, Class 1. Her watch is beige. Unlike Iroha, she’s shy, sensitive to others’ emotions, and even capable of manipulating how others see her. Yuri also has a ruthless streak, and she’s willing to use any goodwill she gains this way if it will help her survive. Sometimes she fakes the emotions she shows, making her hard to read. But in general, she’s easily frightened and has a good heart. She would never commit a crime if she wasn’t cornered. There is a part of Yuri that doesn’t think of Iroha as simply a good friend. In short, her relationship with Iroha has the potential to blow up. Winning her trust is not as important as making her feel safe by demonstrating the advantages of working with us. “Koudai Kamiuchi here. Pleased to meet ya.” Koudai Kamiuchi is a first-year student. His watch is green. He’s a dangerous person with no compunctions about murder, and he even seems to be enjoying all of this. The deciding factor for his actions is how much fun he expects to have, and he doesn’t appear to have much regard for his own life, all of which makes him difficult to predict. For some reason, Kamiuchi is also no stranger to violence. If it comes down to a fight, Maria or even Daiya doesn’t stand a chance against him one-on-one. Kamiuchi has a thing for Yuri, but that doesn’t mean he actually cares for her. There’s no point in gaining his trust, and I will never trust him, either. Kamiuchi is the one person in this who is unmistakably my enemy. If I want to beat him, my only option will most likely be to trap him so that he can’t kill anyone. “I’m Daiya Oomine.” His watch is black. Daiya is the owner of this Box, the Game of Indolence, but his stance in Kingdom Royale is unclear. I can’t possibly come up with a way to beat him. “I’m Maria Otonashi, first-year student.” Her watch is red. The princess. “—Phew, ack!” My knees buckle beneath me. I was thinking so hard, I didn’t notice Maria’s introduction had ended, and I unconsciously sighed in relief. “…What’re you doing, Kazuki? Playing the space cadet for sympathy points?” Maria gives me a reproachful look, and Yuri giggles at us. All the same—analyzing the others as if I’m strategizing to beat the game doesn’t feel very praiseworthy, though I really don’t have a choice… But the actual problem is that everyone here aside from me is an NPC… I don’t think that matters, though. Even if they don’t have any memory of the three games before this, and even if their survival here has no effect on their real versions, these NPCs are no different from the actual people. “It’s your turn,” Maria says suddenly. “Huh? For what?” “Don’t play dumb. I’m saying it’s your turn to introduce yourself.” “Oh yeah.” I start to open my mouth—then hesitate. …Right. I can’t introduce myself and leave it at that. If I act like I’m just as clueless as everyone else here now, that initial secrecy might give them doubts later on. That said, it’s dangerous to come out and reveal everything I know at this point. If say the wrong thing, I could end up making them wary of me. “…Why are you being so quiet, Kazuki?” “Uh, it’s just—” But the easiest opportunity to speak about the Game of Indolence without arousing suspicion is before Noitan explains the rules. I have to bring a few things to light. The important thing is choosing what information to reveal. I steel my nerves and start talking. “I’m Kazuki Hoshino, second-year student. Daiya is my classmate, and I met Maria during some stuff that happened before she came to our school. And—” I swallow once, then continue: “—I’m the Knight.” I can almost see the question marks in everyone’s expressions. “…Hoshino. By ‘knight,’ do you mean a knight starting with a k?” Iroha asks. “Yeah.” “Oh, you startled me. For a second, I thought you were saying you were ‘the night,’ as opposed to ‘the day.’ Anyway, is ‘knight’ a metaphor for something? Or maybe it’s—” She gets cut off midsentence. “HeY_hEy_hey. SeEMs_like_soMEONe_is_gIVing_himSELF_away_here_sO_I_miGHT_as_weLL_tELl_you_about_Kingdom_Royale.” “AnYWaY_I_wish_you_all_GOOd_luck. DoN’T_let_the_game_ENd_with_SOme_bORIng_outCOme_where_YoU_are_all_muMMIfied.” Once he finishes explaining the rules of Kingdom Royale, Noitan disappears. “So how about you explain yourself, Hoshino?” Iroha asks. She was giving me frequent suspicious glances while Noitan was talking. “How is it that only you knew about Kingdom Royale at that point? And why are you the only one who knows your Class? None of us are supposed to know it right now.” Yep, this is what comes of revealing my Class. As of this moment, I’m now a villain who somehow possesses information none of the others have access to. I’m the villain whom Iroha tries to uncover each game, even threatening us with her knife. “…But…” Yuri’s the one to respond to Iroha’s question, not me. “He can’t be telling us his Class to get the advantage, right? Clearly, keeping quiet and fooling the rest of us would’ve been better for winning the game…” “I mean, I guess that’s true, but what’s your point?” “What I’m saying is that I wonder if Hoshino purposely put himself at a disadvantage to keep the game from going according to plan for the one who created it.” Excellent. She understands why I went to the trouble of revealing myself as the Knight. “…So he put himself at a disadvantage… Okay. I guess I can see that.” Iroha’s stern expression softens slightly as if in understanding. “So the problem now is, why did he do it?” she says, fixing me with a sharp gaze. I answer with a calm nod. “There’s something I need you to believe.” The other way to win the game. “If no one kills anyone else for eight days, you can survive.” Daiya had told me this. “There’s a way out of Kingdom Royale without fulfilling your victory conditions.” Everyone waits with bated breath. “We won’t all end up mummified. That outcome doesn’t exist. Basically, if we can all make it to the <E> time block of day eight alive, then the game is forced to end.” This is my goal, and I’m sure everyone prefers this strategy as well. I mean, it’s not like everyone wants to kill one another in Kingdom Royale. If they wanted to survive, or to save everyone else, they had no choice but to murder. The only reason Yuri and Iroha took others’ lives when they were players was because they decided it was the only solution. Presenting them with another option will prevent that first murder. That’s why I have to make sure I tell them that, at least. “Now that you mention it…Noitan did say something to that effect, didn’t he? That he didn’t want us to go and do something boring like getting mummified. If you think about it from another angle…maybe that’s what he was getting at,” Yuri says quietly. If she’s searching for a reason to believe me, she’s taking my revelation the way I hoped. Obviously, it’s easy to accept information that suits your purposes. All I need to do is keep revealing facts bit by bit like this, and then eventually, I can tell them about the Box and Daiya being the owner. Yeah, this is going well. If everyone works toward the same goal, we can’t possibly have any murders. That is— “Gotta say, I’m not convinced.” —as long as there aren’t any naysayers. Among us is Koudai Kamiuchi, who needs us to kill one another so he can enjoy the game of Kingdom Royale. “Do you have something to add?” At Iroha’s question, Koudai Kamiuchi smiles lightly and replies while scratching his head. “Well, I think it’s obvious my man Hoshino here is involved with Kingdom Royale somehow. But is that enough of a reason to just buy whatever solution he throws at us?” I look at Yuri’s eyes, and I can see the unease in her expression deepening. “For all we know, this whole ‘solution’ of his could be a big fat lie. Hoshino could just be saying this because that’s what he wants us to believe, right?” “That’s…not true.” “Easy for you to say. Got any proof?” I fall silent. How do I explain? How much do I need to say to get him to believe me? I can’t possibly tell if he will, even if I reveal everything. “Why can’t you explain yourself? If you’re really trying to lead us with good intentions, you shouldn’t have anything to hide, don’t you think?” When I fail to offer up a counterargument, he presses further. “So you’ve got nothing… I see. Well, as it turns out, I’ve found a good theory.” “…Huh?” “You’re a spy. If we assume Hoshino is actually a plant trying to mess with our heads even more, then everything falls into place nicely.” The word is a powerful one. It recasts everything that came out of my mouth and instills distrust. I can see the growing wariness in Yuri’s eyes. Iroha furrows her brows. With no knowledge of the past games, neither girl has a reason to trust one of us over the other. “……Ngh.” This is bad. I’ll never become the king like this, much less convince them to believe me. On the contrary, they’ll probably come to see me as an enemy. My head droops under all the cold stares. I can’t think of a single word that could get me out of this mess. Is this it? Is this how it ends? Is there really no way for me to beat the Game of Indolence? Koudai Kamiuchi’s lips twitch up; he’s assured of his victory— “That’s enough, Kamiuchi.” —but his malicious grin vanishes at the sound of her voice. Maria. Just the way she speaks up at all sets my mind at ease. I smile. That’s right; she always saves me. Everything will be okay. I’ll be fine now— “—Oh.” …No. What am I feeling relieved about? Relying on her like this has always led to the worst-possible outcomes. I should have learned that more than well enough by now from the previous games. But…even though I know this, even though I have to help Maria instead of letting her help me, here I am falling back on her again. “Quit trying to set up Kazuki.” Koudai Kamiuchi’s eyes widen, and he spreads his arms. “Hey now, don’t go getting the wrong idea. If anything, Hoshino’s the one trying to set us up.” “If so, then why are you inviting confusion?” “…What do you mean?” “You don’t understand? That proves you don’t have a reliable character.” “Whoa, whoa… Why is that?” “I’ll tell you why. If you looked at this like a normal person, you would want to go along with Kazuki’s plan whether you believed it or not. And even if you were to raise doubts about his idea, you’d most likely pick a different way of confronting him about it.” “You sure? If Hoshino is fishy, I should call him out, right?” “Not like that. What Kazuki is suggesting will prevent any mutual bloodshed. Even if you don’t know his intentions, his plan repudiates a certain kind of situation that you should want to avoid as well. And yet, here you are strongly denying what he says. You’re vehemently contradicting someone who has a plan to prevent us from killing one another.” Koudai Kamiuchi shuts his mouth. “You do understand the danger of such an act, don’t you? In one sense, it could set us on the path to murder. Even if you are trying to warn the rest of us, you should be taking more care… Unless you’re actually trying to get us all to play the game.” Koudai Kamiuchi is quiet for a moment, then begins to defend himself with a rueful grin. “…Well, I can’t deny I overdid it a bit. All the same, why doesn’t Hoshino have anything to say for himself?” “Even you must be able to tell that where we are isn’t exactly normal, right?” she abruptly retorts. Koudai Kamiuchi presses his lips together in a frown. “Yeah, I guess so… Your point?” “We’re actually in a hyperspace dimension created by aliens from Sirius so they can observe the ecology of earthlings.” “……Uh, what?” This must be exactly the reaction she expected. Maria smirks. “Do you believe me?” “…No, of course I don’t.” “Then what do you believe is the reason we’ve been drawn into this space?” Koudai Kamiuchi scowls at Maria’s question. “I don’t care if it’s a lie or a tall tale or whatever. Give us an acceptable explanation for why this place exists.” After thinking a moment, he replies, “…Nah, I can’t.” “So if Kazuki does know the truth, and it turns out to be something as outlandish as my little story about aliens from Sirius, do you really think he would share it right here and now? Do you think he could say it if he knew that it would unquestionably put him at a disadvantage?” “……” Having weathered the verbal beatdown, Koudai Kamiuchi steals a quick glance at me. His mouth has that same little smirk as always. But in his eyes— “……Urk.” —there’s a gleam of madness he can’t quite conceal. It was only visible for a second, so it’s possible I’m the only one who noticed it. A seemingly carefree grin rises on Koudai Kamiuchi’s face, and he flings his arms wide dramatically. “Fine, fine, I lose. Sorry, I got too caught up in trying to get to the bottom of my suspicions and didn’t think about the rest of you enough,” he says, and I can tell his expression puts Yuri and Iroha at ease a bit. But I know the truth. That smile is dangerous. It’s an artful disguise for his insanity. I was deceived and failed in the past because of it. But for now, I’ve been spared from the worst-case scenario where everyone turns against me. Still— “There’s nothing to worry about, Kazuki. I’ll protect you.” My hands clench. No. It won’t work like this. If Koudai Kamiuchi can overcome me so easily, if I’m this weak, then this Box is absolutely going to overwhelm me. And Maria will lose her life to the Game of Indolence. Day 1 <C> Kazuki Hoshino’s Room YOUR CLASS IS THE KNIGHT. That obvious message is displayed on the monitor. Everyone else must have seen this screen, too, by this point. All I can do is pray they somehow got Classes that’ll work out well for me. “Hey, dumbass, don’t go blabbing about secrets. What’re you going to do if the game is completely boring, you hypocrite? I want a refund.” Noitan keeps needling me after he appears, but of course I don’t have a reply for him. “Pick who you want for a Private Meeting, scum.” Noitan and his bloodshot eyes disappear, replaced by portraits of the six players. A Private Meeting, huh? There’s really only one person I would pick. My hand reaches almost reflexively for Maria’s picture—but then stops. Is this really the right choice? Choosing Maria isn’t a mistake. I’m absolutely going to need her help if I want to save her. But…I reached for her reflexively. Before even really thinking. Is that because I decided in an instant that my choice was correct? …Of course it wasn’t. Even after that mess just a bit ago, I’m still unconsciously relying on Maria. That’s why I need to pick someone else, regardless of whether it’s the right or wrong choice. I need to sever my reliance on Maria. “I’ll fight this battle on my own.” I’ll choose the opponent I’m going to defeat first. My arm is still hovering, and I reach out again. I’m going after— “Oh_hO. An_unEXpecTED_choiCE.” —Iroha Shindo. I will be the king. The first step to that end will be taking control of Iroha. Day 1 <C> Private Meeting with Daiya Oomine – Kazuki Hoshino’s Room Though I’m completely focused on my Private Meeting with Iroha, my conference with Daiya comes first. This means he chose me more quickly than I chose Iroha. It’s a bit of a letdown, since all I want to do is talk to Iroha, but I quickly regain my composure. This is one person I can’t afford to slip up with. Daiya enters my room immediately when the time arrives. His intense stare is fixed on me even before he sits down on the table. “…Are you really Kazuki Hoshino?” “Huh?” That’s a strange question. Even though the others are the copies, the ones who aren’t real, Daiya doesn’t realize this. Wait, if he’s asking me this, he must be unaware that he is the owner of the Game of Indolence. Daiya’s NPC is competing under the same conditions as the rest of the NPCs. …Wait a second. That means— “……Daiya, what do you think of this Box?” “You’ve got a lot of nerve ignoring my question and asking one of your own… But fine, I’ll give you an answer.” Daiya spits out his response in obvious displeasure: “It’s a worthless piece of garbage.” I knew it. “It accomplishes nothing, just makes people play a killing game. It has no reason to exist.” This Daiya thinks the same way as the Daiya in the second game. What he’s saying is almost exactly the same as what he said back then. It makes complete sense now that I think about it. Daiya’s NPCs don’t retain memories. If they don’t have any additional information, naturally they’re going to do the same things. And I’m certain the Daiya in the second game— “Who the hell would play a disgusting game like this?” —wanted to put a stop to Kingdom Royale. In other words, the Daiya NPC here with me now shares that goal. You could even say he’s my ally. No, Daiya isn’t the only one on my side. None of the other NPCs, aside from Koudai Kamiuchi, should be actively wanting to kill anyone else. The ones who actually did so in order to survive were the players who believed they had no other options and knew that all the others were NPCs. …I might have a chance of winning this after all. “Daiya, there’s something I want you to hear me out on, okay?” “What is it?” “You’re dangerous.” “…What the hell? I know I must seem like a dangerous person to others. I’m sure I could kill someone if it came down to it, after all… Is that it? Why say something like that now? You hoping to give me a lecture for my perilous ways?” “…No. I wasn’t saying you’re a threat. I meant it in the sense that you’re the one at greatest risk—basically, the one with the highest chance of being murdered.” “What kind of crap is—?” Daiya suddenly cuts himself off. “No, maybe it isn’t crap… Whether I’m first in line or not, I can understand how my personality would make me an easy target. Others might decide I’m a threat because of it.” “That’s not all,” I say, and Daiya regards me silently. “It’s also because you’re the owner.” “What? Cut the crap. I know I’m an owner, but there’s no way in hell I’m the owner of this Box.” Right—Daiya criticized this Box for being unproductive during the second game, too. That coming from a guy who used a Box just because he was bored… Maybe all that stuff about trying to break the tedium was just a lie? Could he actually have had an ulterior motive he didn’t want me to know about? And maybe not even the Daiya NPCs can see through the real Daiya’s intentions? …I don’t know, but it’s best to set all those complications aside for now. “…Regardless of whether it’s true or not, Maria thinks you’re the one behind Kingdom Royale. If that idea spreads, I think there’s a good chance everyone will get the wrong idea and decide that if they crush your Box—if they kill you—that will solve everything.” That’s the actual reason why Daiya was killed so fast during the second game. “…Well, it does sound plausible. I have to say, I never thought someone would warn me off getting killed instead of killing someone else.” Daiya fixes me with a sharp look as he speaks. “There’s definitely something off about you. An idea like that would never come from Kazuki Hoshino even on his best day. Even if you did come up with it, you’d never be able to voice it with as much confidence as you did now. What’s up with you? It’s almost like you’ve seen this before—” He pauses. “…I see now… I fell for it. That must be why I thought your attitude toward Shindo and the others was off. This…isn’t the first time you’ve played Kingdom Royale, is it?” Daiya never fails to impress. One could easily come up with several other likely scenarios, but his ability to arrive directly at the truth with so little to go on is nothing short of awe-inspiring. “…That look on your face tells me I’m right. But I don’t really care about the truth. It’s enough for me to know what you’re trying to make me do by getting that answer out of me. So, c’mon, spit it out.” Daiya’s tone is authoritarian. “Just as long as you’re prepared to be used.” I choke back my words at that. I had intended to use this Private Meeting to figure out how Daiya would act. Put another way, this meant I had not yet decided what to actually do with him. However, I’ve learned that I share the same goal as the Daiya NPC. Could this be the best chance I’ll get for us to work together? I mean, I can’t really imagine any other situation where he would listen to me this earnestly. If I can convince him of what I’m saying, I may be able to keep him from being such an easy target. Even more importantly, I’d have his intelligence as a resource. That would be a huge step toward the finish line. There are risks, of course. If Daiya really felt like it, he could easily use me just as he said he would. The thought doesn’t stem from weakheartedness; it’s just a fact based on my experiences during the first game. Still— “I know all about how the Game of Indolence works.” No, this is no time to keep quiet about things. I think…it was bound to turn out this way from the moment I revealed myself as the Knight. “There’s a lot I want to talk about, but for now, I’ll start by telling you how things went during the three other rounds I’ve played of Kingdom Royale. In the first game—” And so I begin my explanation. Daiya listens, barely offering any comment at all. Unable to finish my story in the remaining time, the Private Meeting comes to an end with a promise to tell him the rest during the next one. Day 1 <C> Private Meeting with Iroha Shindo – Iroha Shindo’s Room I have no idea how my interaction with Daiya will play out. But for now, I have to mentally switch gears. My next Private Meeting is with the first person I need to beat—to control. Iroha Shindo. I already know what I need to say to pull it off. There’s a reason I want to get Iroha under control as soon as possible: She’s the one with the greatest ability to change the nature of a situation. That’s why I need to make my move before she does something to hurt my cause. Judging by what I saw earlier, she shouldn’t be totally closed to what I have to say. I’m in good shape here. Telling myself that, I head to Iroha’s room. “……” So what’s up with this? Iroha is standing there imposingly like she’s waiting for an enemy, arms crossed and blank-faced. “Can I ask you something? Why did you pick me for your Private Meeting?” She wasn’t wary like this in the common area, I don’t think. Despite my uneasiness, I answer, “Because you’re the first person I wanted to win over, Iroha.” It’s not a lie. “…Iroha?” Iroha narrows her eyes suspiciously. “Um, is something wrong?” “…It’s just that most other students call me President when they meet me for the first time. Meaning I’m not used to people calling me by my first name out of the blue. Apparently, it’s not easy to get cozy with me.” Now that I think about it, I called her President, too, until she told me not to… “But enough about that… Why do you want me on your side first? …Actually, you don’t need to explain. I’m guessing you’ve worked out that I’m trying to manipulate how things play out here?” “……Wha—?” I’m caught off guard by how quickly her mind works. “You don’t want me to go off and do something that puts you in a difficult situation. That’s why you’re in a rush to have me join your cause.” “Yeah, but…” What’s going on here? It’s like she predicted what I was about to say to her. “This is just how I see things, but let’s say I did simply nod my head and go along with what someone said, and things panned out in the end. All the same, even if luck did end up on our side, I couldn’t respect that type of person. Leaving your fate in the hands of another is the same as shutting off your brain. Don’t you agree, Hoshino?” “……Um—” “It’s just not in my nature. I’m not into following orders, dancing in the palm of someone’s hand… So where were we? Oh yeah, you were trying to gain control over me and then call me your ally.” Of course. Of course she’s already got me pegged. “So, well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, Hoshino, but I won’t do anything under your leadership. I’m going to use my own head so we can act together.” “…‘We’?” Iroha doesn’t answer the obvious question of who this “we” is referring to. There’s only one person who would’ve already joined forces with Iroha at this point. Yuri Yanagi. The one who once tried to murder Iroha with Magic. …This is most definitely not a good turn of events. “I’ll be honest with you. I generally wanted to believe what you said in the common area.” “…Huh?” “But Yuri pointed something out during our Private Meeting just now. She said it seems like you know more about us than we do about you. Well…Yuri and I are fairly well-known, so you may have heard a few rumors about us, but it feels like your knowledge is much more in-depth than that.” “That’s—” Iroha doesn’t give me a chance to speak, though. “I don’t mind if you know about us. I understand you’re in a special position here, given how you knew you were the Knight. The problem is that you tried to hide it. You didn’t immediately make it clear that you’re in possession of information that gives you an advantage in the game.” “Th-that’s not what I… You’ve got it wrong. I didn’t say anything because I can’t just talk about that stuff right off the bat!” “Yeah, that may be true. But there’s no guarantee of that. We have no way of telling if you’re the one who set this game up, are on board with it, or are a dissenter. We want to believe it’s the last of those three, but if we’re wrong, we pay with our lives. You can see why it’s too dangerous for us to just vaguely follow what you say, right?” That’s why she won’t follow me. Ah, dammit… It’s a natural conclusion. “Relax. We won’t completely stonewall your ideas. We’ll hear you out. But we’re going to judge the truth of what you say for ourselves. Our lives are on the line, so of course we can’t blindly place our trust in the words of someone else. That’s why we can’t be your allies. Sorry.” It’s a sound rationale to me, and it’s probably the most correct choice for Iroha and Yuri. It also still conceivably leaves me in a position to do something. But only conceivably—since I’m powerless now. We’re already at a dead end here. “……Iroha.” “What? You’re still going to try to justify yourself? Go ahead. I’ll listen, of course.” “……” Truthfully, I don’t have any problem with laying everything out for Iroha like I’m doing with Daiya. She’s capable of calm, rational judgments, so she’d most likely take my story relatively well. At the very least, she would probably lend me a hand in my goal of ending the game without any deaths. But— “…I’ve changed my mind.” —things aren’t going to work out that way now. “I see.” I mean, Iroha is going to tell Yuri everything, and once Yuri’s opinions get added to the mix, the situation will inevitably change. The reason is that unlike Iroha, who can take a detached perspective even in regards to herself, Yuri will refuse to believe any uncomfortable truths. For example, I can’t imagine her accepting the idea that she’s currently an NPC, or that the real her now bears the weight of murder on her conscience. What will Yuri do when she hears me saying things she doesn’t want to hear? She’ll reject it. She’ll view me as an enemy. And then she’ll draw in Iroha and set out to win Kingdom Royale. In other words—run headlong toward murder. That’s why I’m at an impasse here. “” We still have time in our meeting. But I can’t find anything else to say. Day 1 <D> The Common Area My powerlessness soon rears its head in the absolute worst way possible. “We may need to split into groups.” After waiting for all of us to take our seats, Iroha offers her opinion. I’m not sure what she’s up to immediately. After all, Iroha and Yuri are already teamed up. Why would she need to go and announce that to everyone? But I understand once I look up at her smile. This is her way of keeping me in check. Both me and “the person who knows all about Kingdom Royale” who Iroha believes exists. I was helpless during the last time block, and now Iroha has identified me as an enemy. “Maybe I need to explain. First, let’s confirm our purpose. Obviously, that’s to get out of this without killing one another. Do we all agree?” No one objects. “Next, we have one proposal for how to accomplish this, courtesy of Hoshino: We’ll automatically be freed if all of us survive. That’s a very appealing idea. But isn’t it too dangerous to accept his assertions wholesale and do as he wishes without even knowing who he really is?” After checking to make sure we’re all listening closely, she continues: “Still, if you think about it, we aren’t really going to find another better solution. Heck, we can’t even tell if it’s a lie or not. If it’s true, there won’t be any murders. After all, if there’s a chance that this oh-so-attractive solution could be for real, then there’s no reason for anyone to actively pursue victory by killing.” “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Koudai Kamiuchi voices his agreement. It makes me want to yell That’s not the case with you! but I fight down the urge. “What it boils down to is that we’re automatically going to proceed toward Hoshino’s goal. Whether we trust him completely or not, we’re going to arrive at that eighth day without taking any action.” “Maybe. However, there’s a chance we may get out of this, and it’s a much better option than killing one another as part of the game, isn’t it?” Maria remarks. Iroha nods, then replies: “That’s true for me, but for someone else, not so much.” “Who?” Iroha answers without the slightest change in her expression. “The instigator of the game.” The one she’s acknowledged as an enemy. Iroha isn’t mistaken about who she’s chosen as her foe. But it’s impossible to defeat him, since his non-NPC self isn’t here. This is the flaw in Iroha’s plan of attack. “It isn’t really clear what exactly their intentions are, but I’m sure whoever set this game up wants to see things get ugly between us. Even if I’m wrong about that, they’re undoubtedly hoping for some sort of drama. I mean, there’s no other reason for such a pointless game, right?” No one voices any dissenting opinions. Even without any hard evidence, her general argument sounds plausible enough to everyone. And then there’s the fact that I know she’s correct on all counts. This Box Daiya created to relieve his boredom definitely doesn’t want an uneventful time. But it bears repeating that our foe isn’t here. “That’s why there has to be someone—someone collaborating with the instigator—who will try to change things so that people die,” Iroha says, blatantly staring at my face. Now that she’s veered away from the truth, she’s picked the wrong person to fight. “…Are you suggesting that’s what Kazuki is trying to do?” “No, that’s not what I’m saying. What I’m getting at is that someone among us may still try to change the course of things. If they do, it puts us all in danger. That’s why we need to split into groups.” “There’ll be my side and the instigator’s side.” I see. So Iroha’s mistake isn’t just that she thinks there’s an “instigator.” “Yeah. That sounds okay, doesn’t it?” “I…think that may be our only option.” If there isn’t an instigator, then nothing can set off the game. Believing that is their first mistake. It’s not hard to understand why they do. Even the NPC me didn’t anticipate someone like Koudai Kamiuchi who would welcome a killing game with open arms. I failed to see that Yuri had the initiative to take a person’s life. I never would have learned either of these things if I hadn’t experienced the second game. Iroha has no memory of the previous games; she wouldn’t realize them, either. All the same, with no way of knowing any of this, Iroha presses on with her explanation. “What we need to be afraid of right now are traps set by the mastermind. But we can turn them back on our enemy if we don’t go along with what the instigator wants. Rather, what we need to do is discern their intentions and use those plans against them to reach the end without any murders.” Scowling, Maria asks, “That’s why we’re splitting into groups?” “Yeah. I think if we each act on our own, the instigator might catch someone in their trap. Especially since the stakes are so high for us. It could drive us to let our suspicions get the better of us, and the weaker-willed to get blood on their hands. That’s the worst scenario I can imagine. “But what happens if we are all of the same mind? What if we have an absolutely infallible purpose? Any traps set by the troublemakers would be trivial. And that’s why I say we need to make a group with a unified purpose. The ones who might try to deceive us wouldn’t be a part of it, of course.” “Hmph.” Daiya snorts derisively at Iroha’s explanation. “I see your logic, but how do you go about forming such a group? How do you tell who’s on the instigator’s side to begin with?” “There is no way of telling, obviously,” Iroha says matter-of-factly. “What the hell? Then—” “That’s why—we need to take away their freedom.” Iroha lays it out before Daiya can finish. “…I don’t get it. Are you saying you’ll threaten to kill anyone who doesn’t follow your orders?” “The opposite.” Daiya furrows his eyebrows. “The opposite?” “Yeah, the opposite. I won’t control the ones who don’t listen to me; I’ll take away the freedom of those who agree with me.” At that, everyone’s eyes go wide, not just Daiya’s. “Once you belong to my group, I won’t tolerate any objections. I’ll make everyone swear absolute obedience to me. And if you do try to resist, I’ll kill you.” “K-kill us…?” The words quietly escape my lips, and Iroha Shindo gives me a hard look before she elaborates. “As for how, I’ll have everyone who agrees hand over their rations to me. If that scarebear is right, we’ll turn into mummies and die if we don’t eat our rations during the <E> time block, right? So if anyone displays even the slightest hint of opposition toward me, I’ll take everyone’s rations and flush them down the toilet. If you all obey, I’ll give you a day’s worth of rations during the <D> time block. In essence, I’ll be doing what the Revolutionary does with Assassinate, except by overseeing our rations.” “Wait, wait, wait.” Daiya interrupts Iroha’s explanation. “Why do you think anyone would want to join your group if they know all that?” he asks. A frosty smile appears on Iroha’s face. “The people who join my group are totally obedient to me. This, of course, means they’re helpless. They can’t even try to set this murder game in motion. I’ll be able to determine that those who do join the group are victims caught in the game. Or I could just judge them to be losers who got tired of fighting me. On the other hand, those who don’t join will be deemed enemies who plan to fight me.” Iroha pauses for a moment and lets out a breath. Then, smiling slightly, she lays down her cards. “If you’re going to prove you aren’t my enemy, bow and scrape before me.” The violence of her words renders everyone speechless—even Daiya. Here’s what Iroha is saying: Membership isn’t a free choice—it’s mandatory. She’ll eliminate anyone who doesn’t join. Looking at us as we all sit in silence, Iroha continues without batting an eye: “I figured it out. A way to beat this game. Someone with righteous intent has to assume control over everyone. Yeah, now that I’m saying it aloud, you could call it becoming a temporary ‘king.’” Become the king. That’s the same conclusion I reached. “I know it sounds like I’m asking too much. And it’s not out of the question for me to make a bad call that leads to someone’s death. I’m willing to acknowledge the possibility. But surely you can understand that this is exponentially better than us all running willy-nilly and falling prey to our fears, right?” “And is there some necessity that it be you who does this?” Daiya points out. “No,” she readily admits. “However, I can’t think of anyone better to fill the role.” Her tone is full of confidence. Daiya scratches his head and presses on. “That’s not the only problem. From where we sit, it’s hard to deny the possibility that you might actually be one of the troublemakers. If we’re going to follow you, we would need you to show us what makes you trustworthy.” “I see. I’m not an instigator, so it slipped my mind… But just saying that isn’t going to help you trust me. Guess I have no other choice. I’ll just have to demonstrate it to you.” Saying this, she pulls up her shirt. “This is the resolve of the king.” There’s a knife underneath. “Wh-what are you—?” Ignoring my exclamation, she pulls the knife out of her skirt and stabs it down into the table. Yuri stiffens at the loud bang. “Take a good look, all of you. This is true resolve.” Iroha rips off her scarf and ties it around the little finger of her left hand so tight, I can see it swell with blood. What is she—? My mind can’t keep up with her actions. But that doesn’t matter as she grips the knife protruding from the table with her right hand. Her gaze is straightforward, almost too sharp. The corners of her mouth twitch upward; her breathing is ragged. Her forehead is dotted with sweat. “I-Iroha?” The intensity in her eyes is enough to drive Yuri back when she tries to approach. Then… “Ah—aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!” she yells. And her little finger— “Ah-ha! Ah-ha-ha! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!” —is severed. “Ah—aahh—” Yuri stands pale and speechless, but Iroha keeps laughing. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing—?!” It happened too suddenly for Maria to react earlier, but she runs up to Iroha, tearing off a strip of her own shirt to begin staunching the flow of blood. Iroha doesn’t try to stop Maria, but she also pays no attention to her as her breath comes in rough gasps, her mouth still twisted. She then levels a gaze at me, full of conviction bordering on insanity. It’s enough to strike terror into anyone. “So how about it? Do you think anyone trying to play this stupid game would be prepared to do that? Are you sure I could cut off my finger on sheer resolve if I were some lackey?” “N…nghhh…” “Ridiculous, isn’t it?! Not a chance in hell! I will never play this game, and I’m too strong to let it beat me… I’m the one to lead you! Do you understand that?!” It’s overwhelming. Seeing her in such a state, I’m well aware I have no choice but to follow her. That’s right. This is Iroha Shindo. This is Iroha Shindo’s resolve to become the king. “Entrust them to me! Trust me with your lives, your souls, just for the duration of the game! I will bear all of them. I will bear the responsibility for everything until it crushes me!” She throws her finger, as if to declare she has severed all attachment to it. “Follow me, you ignorant peons! And those of you who would stand against me, be prepared! You think anyone’s gonna let you idiots get your way?! I will take control of this place. That’s right; I—” She spits the words like acid. “I will become the king.” This intensity. It almost makes me lose my nerve. Only one person can become the king. It’s impossible to have two at the same time. Meaning I’m bound for a showdown with an undeniably superhuman girl. The very idea is crazy. I can’t possibly win. The overriding fear sparks a sudden thought. …Would it be better to let her be the king? Who the king is doesn’t really matter. As long as someone can keep things under control and none of us ultimately kill another, my goal of protecting Maria will be achieved. If so, then couldn’t I afford to just leave everything in her hands? “—” I know. That will never work. After all, she can’t fight her true enemy. She is an NPC, and her real self has already finished her battle. I look around me. Yuri stands terrified, and a hollow look is appearing in her eyes. Koudai Kamiuchi observes impassively, but he can’t quite hide the glee in his. But Iroha Shindo doesn’t notice any of this. She stands so far ahead of the pack that she fails to see the subtleties at work in others. If she becomes our ruler, she’ll be betrayed and murdered just like the King in the backstory of Kingdom Royale. That’s why I have to be the one. I can’t rely on Iroha. I can’t rely on Maria, either. There’s no depending on anyone for me in the fourth game of Kingdom Royale. After all, I’m actually alone in here. I’m the only one truly fighting with Daiya in this space. I look at the finger Iroha threw. Iroha, I understand your resolve. I also recognize that you’re an incredible person. However, even so—you’re still not up to the job. You can’t become the king. You’re an emperor with no clothes; you think you can become king when you’re nothing more than an NPC in a supporting role. Step aside. The only one who ever had any right to become the king—is me. Day 1 <F> Kazuki Hoshino’s Room After that, Yuri and Koudai Kamiuchi decided to join the Group. The former was no surprise, but it caught me off guard how easily the latter agreed. Well, I doubt he gave it much thought at all. Maria and Daiya are still deferring their decision. This is partly because swearing total obedience to someone isn’t a decision to be made lightly, and also because Iroha says she’s willing to wait until the third day—specifically the <D> time block of the third day—when all of us will be in one place. Even if she wasn’t waiting, I have my suspicions that from her perspective, we’re already on the side of the instigators. Not just Iroha, either. I’m pretty sure Yuri’s also on guard against us, though she may not show it. We’ve already been deemed hostile. The Group views us as enemies, and there’s no reason for us to believe we can trust anything they say. Still, though this may be obvious, I must take action. I have to do away with Iroha’s arrogant notion that she can rule us. To begin with, there’s no way creating a group system will put an end to the game. It won’t do anything to keep Koudai Kamiuchi’s savage nature in check, and I can’t imagine Iroha will be able to control Yuri’s actions. The two of them may have joined the Group, but they aren’t actually submitting to it. Without access to information from the previous games, Iroha has no way of knowing this. This is why I have to destroy this whole system. I don’t think going after Iroha will work, though, now that she’s gone all-in. She’s made it her mission to become the king. I’ve learned all too well how impossible it is to sway her once she’s locked on to her goal, both from amputation and the events of the third game. That’s why I need to aim my attack at someone else. “……If that’s the case, then…” My target almost sets itself. Yuri Yanagi. She won’t be an easy opponent to deal with, herself. But she’s my only means of destroying the Group. Yeah, that’s it. Tomorrow I need to go after Yuri. Now that I’ve reached this conclusion, I lie down on the bed. I’m not in a very favorable position here. I’ve been way too weak. I need to pull myself together and navigate this situation skillfully. But for now— —the first day is over, and no one has died. Day 2 <B> The Common Area “Okay, hand them over.” At Iroha’s prompt, Yuri and Koudai Kamiuchi put their rations, knives, and, for some reason, their wristwatches on the table. Iroha nods and gathers everything up, then puts the beige and green watches around the wrist of her four-fingered left hand. I piece together that this is her way of representing that she has control over them. …Still, as painful as it looks, Iroha’s expression never changes, almost like she never had a little finger to begin with… I’m sure it still hurts. “Oh, by the way, it’s no use talking to them, okay? I control what they say, too.” Thinking back on it, I realize neither of them has so much as opened their mouths for anything beyond basic hellos. It occurs to me that this means the two of them must have revealed their Classes to her, too. “Anyway, my group has nothing new to say to you all, so if you have any issues, you can bring them to me.” Maria glances at me, but she keeps her mouth shut. She knows that this is the work of a Box and that if we can convey this fact properly, we’ll be that much closer to solving this mess. But she can’t say anything. Now that Iroha has formed her Group, what’s going to determine how this plays out isn’t the truth of our claims so much as whether she chooses to believe them. If she doesn’t, our chances of recovery afterward aren’t great. At the very least, it’s safe to assume Maria won’t make a move until she knows why I already knew about the Game of Indolence. That explains why Iroha, who is acting calm enough to make you forget she cut off her finger, is inevitably the only one doing the talking. She speaks to us cheerfully and casually, trying to get to know us by asking about our hobbies and what we like to do on our days off from school. But we all know that each word could spark misunderstanding and ruin everything for us. We’re like courtroom prosecutors and defendants at a matchmaking party together. During our entire guarded conversation with Iroha, I’m keeping an eye on Yuri. She spends pretty much the entire exchange with her head lowered. If she were to act— I recall the second game. Unlike Iroha, who does everything out in the open, Yuri works behind the scenes. By the time her actions—her machinations—come to light, it’s too late to do anything about them. Will Yuri actually make a move? She’s calculating, for better or worse, so it’s unlikely she’ll try anything risky if she’s decided Iroha’s plan is her best chance for survival… Suddenly, Yuri feels my gaze and raises her head. Though she seems a bit flustered at the attention, she flashes me a weak, almost wry smile that all but admits to being in a spot of trouble. Just as a small animal has a certain kind of charm, I can’t help finding that helpless smile really cute. Cute? Is that what she wants me to think? We’re on opposite sides, but is she actually trying to win me over instead of keeping her distance? “……” I’m overthinking it. She can’t be that aware of her expressions. I know that. I know it…but I’ve already noticed. Will Yuri make a move or not? What a carefree way to think. We’re already way past that stage. In the second game—when Yuri was admittedly the player, but still—she had already taken action by this point. She always acts quickly. That’s why, even now—she’s long since set things in motion. Yuri Yanagi’s plans are already underway. Day 2 <C> Private Meeting with Yuri Yanagi – Yuri Yanagi’s Room I need to have my Private Meeting with Yuri immediately. That’s why I’m unable to keep my promise to choose Daiya. All I can say is that I don’t really have any other choice. I enter Yuri’s room. Recognizing that it’s me, Yuri gets up from her bed and bows her head apologetically. “I’m sorry, Hoshino. I’m not allowed to speak with you even during Private Meetings. So even if you want to talk to me, I don’t think I’ll be able to reciprocate…” Interesting behavior. Yuri should be on guard against me, absolutely positive I’m on the side of the instigator. There’s no doubt of that. But that isn’t how she acts toward me; instead, she seems to be trying to show that she’s merely following Iroha and doesn’t really hate me. So she can have a way to get me on her side if she really needs it. …Sly as she may be, I have to break her down. “…Iroha isn’t here now. Are you still going to do as she tells you?” “Um…I have to show Iroha the data from my device.” Of course Iroha wouldn’t have overlooked that. I had kinda figured that might be the case, though. That’s why I could come up with a countermeasure. “I’m going to ask you flat out: Are you okay with the way things are now, Yuri?” “U-um… So, um…I can’t answer those kinds of questions.” “Do you really think everything will work out if you go along with Iroha’s plan?” “U-um—” Troubled, Yuri’s gaze comes to rest upon the table. She notices what I’ve written on the notebook I set there. “She won’t know if we write it.” Messages on paper aren’t saved on our devices. I realized this when Koudai Kamiuchi passed me his note during the second game. She must understand the implications of what I wrote. Yuri looks at me, her eyes wide. I hold out the pen to her. I’m sure it’ll take her a moment to decide what to do. She’s frozen, staring at me, hands clasped together in front of her chest. “…I understand. You can’t say anything. Okay, then I won’t, either. Aw man, guess that’s it, then. This Private Meeting was a complete waste of time…” As I misrepresent my true intentions to throw Iroha off the trail, my hand is moving. “What do you really want to do? Are you still going to obey Iroha?” After writing this, I hold the pen out to Yuri again. But she shakes her head vigorously as if to say I can’t. “No matter what?” I write, but Yuri still shakes her head. …Well, yeah, guess that’s no surprise. She’s wary of me; she has no reason to go along easily with my ideas. I’m going to need to coerce her a bit. Nudge her along and shake her up. I scribble down the words I need. “You didn’t even like him—” Yuri’s eyes go round at this sudden, nonsensical sentence; then she looks at me. But I’m not done yet. I’m going to shock her, rattle her until she has no choice but to write a reply. I scribble down the rest. “—but you still went out with the boy Iroha liked, didn’t you?” “—!!” The effect is astounding. Yuri’s shoulders tremble, and her face goes so white, I feel sorry for her. Keeping my face impassive, I offer her the pen again. Looking back and forth between the pen and me several times, she finally seems to accept that I won’t take no for an answer and takes it in her hand, on the verge of tears. She still tries to play dumb, writing in a shaky hand “I don’t know what you mean.” But when I don’t react, she quickly tears off the page and balls it up. She moves her hand across the paper, tears streaming down her face. “How do you know that? “You can’t possibly know. “Not even Iroha has figured it out.” Afterward, she hands the notebook and pen back to me. She wipes away her tears and gazes up at me through her lashes. ……Do you really think that look is going to work on me? “You told me yourself.” It would be more accurate to say I heard it from Iroha, but that would be too hard to explain in writing. Yuri shakes her head fearfully. “I don’t know what you mean. I haven’t told you that. What are you talking about?” Her responses up to this point are as I imagined they would be. My aim all along was to get her to ask me “Why?” That’s why I can finally write: “This isn’t the first time I’ve played Kingdom Royale.” I guess it’s not enough for her to understand, because Yuri merely peers at me uneasily. She’s smart, though, so I know if I explain this way, she’ll catch on quickly enough. “I’ve played this game several times with the same people. This is the fourth time.” Yuri’s eyes bulge. I can see the realization creeping into her gaze, and she begins to shake in fear. “That’s how I know so much about you.” She shakes her head violently, refusing to accept the idea. She motions for me to give her the pen. “You’re lying! I would never tell anyone about my ex-boyfriend.” “Maybe not under normal circumstances. But are you certain you wouldn’t in an extreme situation like this?” “—!!” “I’ve observed you over the course of three games. I’d say I understand you fairly well. “That’s how I know.” Why did Iroha adopt such a hard-edged attitude during our Private Meeting yesterday? I found the answer when I looked at the name of the person she met with before me. “You talked Iroha into making the groups, didn’t you?” “Wha—?” Yuri speaks up without thinking but quickly claps her left hand over her mouth. Without removing her hand, she frantically scribbles in the notebook. “What are you saying? That I’m the one responsible for making this happen? All of it? I could never do that!” “The Yuri I know could.” She didn’t know everything, of course. There’s no way she could have predicted Iroha would lop off her little finger. All the same, knowing Iroha’s personality as well as she does, Yuri would surely have known at least one thing. “You would’ve known Iroha would try to gain control over everyone, at least.” Yuri lowers head and closes her mouth. “The Yuri I know would use what she needs to survive. “Use Iroha.” That would be her only option to keep herself alive. Yuri could never become the king like Iroha could. With her personality, it would be impossible for her to take charge and unify everyone under a single purpose. However, she would be able to control whoever did become the king. That’s why Yuri tried to set Iroha up in that role. That would position her to indirectly steer the course of future events and thus guarantee her own safety. Yuri remains silent, her head lowered. She stays motionless for a moment. But her panicked breathing has become calm. “……” Yuri slowly moves her arm and quietly begins writing in the notebook. “I’ll accept that your beliefs are correct.” She continues at an even pace, her handwriting rounded and girlish, yet also neat and clear. “I’ll accept that you have actually been through this game three times, and that you know me very well.” She quietly tears off the page and continues on a fresh one. “So what?” She raises her head. “—Urk.” A chill runs through me. Her eyes have that same vacant look I saw before. “Would you be satisfied if I cried and apologized and promised to do whatever you wanted? If that’s what it takes, I’m more than willing to do anything I have to.” And then tears actually begin to well up. Her face contorted in pain, she writes: “It’s really very easy for me to do.” “—” Agh, this is awful. I’ve already failed. “Listen, that’s not what I—” Yuri isn’t paying attention to my writing anymore, though. She goes quiet, puts a meaningless smile on her face, and lies down on the bed. “Ugh…” I had hoped to make Yuri submit—well, maybe make her understand our predicament and win her over without having to do all that. I would then have used her to gain a foothold in overcoming Iroha. But my approach was clearly mistaken. She obviously didn’t believe me when I told her the truth straight-out. Maybe I shouldn’t have used this approach, though. Why did I ever choose to go after someone as fearful as she is with what almost amounts to an attack? “You hate their guts_don’t you_All those bastards who tricked you and butchered you_C’mon_they were prepared to off you for their own survival_Heh-heh-heh.” Noitan’s words run through my mind. Could he have been right all along? Did I choose to attack her because I subconsciously want to see them as opponents to defeat rather than people to save? If so…then maybe I’ve unknowingly fallen into the trap of this awful Game of Indolence myself. Day 2 <C> Private Meeting with Maria Otonashi – Kazuki Hoshino’s Room Maria arrives in my room with her arms crossed unhappily. “…Finally, now I can have a real conversation with you. Dammit… What were you thinking? You should’ve come and talked to me first of all. Why didn’t—?” Maria stops short and scowls. “Why the long face?” I guess it’s obvious. Overwhelmed by the shock of my failure, I’ve been sitting hunched over on the bed. “Haaah… This is so depressing. What exactly happened? Did Yanagi turn you down or something?” “Turn me down? …Something like that, I guess.” She was clearly joking, but Maria seems momentarily taken aback by my response. Then she releases a long, exasperated sigh. “Well, you certainly move quick… This will do nothing to dispel your reputation for getting girls without even trying. I suppose you thought you had a chance, since Yanagi doesn’t display a lot of self-confidence. What a devastating miscalculation. A girl who seems as popular as she is must have tons of suitors. I mean, you’re into dressing up in women’s clothing; she’s way out of your league.” …Hey, you’re the one who forced me to dress up, you know. I can’t even muster the energy to quip back at her, though, so I just sit, gaze lowered, mouth closed. “…And how do you fall for a girl you just met yesterday? Mogi is one thing, but…” “Wha…?” At her soft muttering, I look up. Maria scratches her nose and scowls, then plops down on the bed next to me. She silently punches my shoulder. “Kazuki. Buy me a strawberry tart.” And now she’s trying to mooch off me. “……” “What’s with that look? I’m willing to go out with a guy who just got dumped. They always go on about how ‘She was kinda “eh” anyway, when you think about it’ or ‘She wasn’t even that cute, really,’ but if you want to vent, I’ll still hear you out. A strawberry tart is a small price to pay for putting up with the sorry state of your psyche, isn’t it?” “…No, that’s—” “I don’t know about Yanagi, but I’m saying I’ll be here with you,” Maria says with a calm, collected expression. She states it so bluntly, as if it’s nothing, so the kind words catch me off guard. But the thoughtfulness behind them soon brings a smile to my face. She’s right. This is no time to be depressed. I most certainly failed. But it still shouldn’t be too late. If so, all I can do is make sure not to mess up next time. So I can protect Maria. “I’m sorry, Maria. And, uh, it’s not like I got rejected after a romantic confession.” “……I know. There’s no way you’d be brave enough to do that. I was just joking around to try to cheer you up.” I notice you weren’t sure what to say for a moment, though… “So what happened with Yanagi?” “I botched my attempt to persuade her.” Maria frowns with bewilderment. “You were trying to persuade Yanagi? Not Shindo?” I nod. In response, Maria puts her hand to her chin in thought. “Why? Are you saying you have some information that made you decide that was the best course of action? …Oh, right. I was originally planning to interrogate you on what exactly you know.” “Uh, I see…” “Tell me.” Maria’s expression says she trusts me to rely on her and tell her every last detail, without a doubt. She’s not wrong. We spent a lifetime together, so she can read me like a book. Still— “…Sorry, but I can’t.” Who I am right now has experienced several tragedies that Maria knows nothing of thanks to the Game of Indolence. The person I am now knows in the depths of his heart that he must protect Maria. “……What…are you saying? You can’t tell me? Why?” “I just think I can’t keep relying on you all the time.” “…Quit talking nonsense. Whether you rely on me isn’t the issue here. Isn’t it better for two to work together and solve this than just one?!” I know she’s right. With my wits alone, I might end up making the same mistakes as before. Even I don’t think I can count on my own abilities. However, what’s going to happen if I tell Maria everything just because of that? If I tell her the truth—that she’s an NPC—she may come to believe she’s a replacement, that it doesn’t matter if she dies, which I’m sure will lower her regard for her physical well-being even further. I could never allow that to happen to her. I have to get everyone through this alive. Someone like Maria, who would sacrifice herself for the sake of others, will do things that hold me back from achieving my mission. That’s why I can’t tell her everything. The best thing would be for her to not do anything at all. “—” Maria begins to speak with a pained expression, perhaps wondering about my silence. “…Has my help wounded your pride? Do you think I look down on you? I apologize if I’ve done anything to make you think that.” “That’s not the case at all.” “Then…!” She probably didn’t mean for that to come out so loud. Averting her eyes awkwardly, Maria continues in a more subdued tone, “…Then…rely on me.” “……Maria.” …My past self might have found strength in those words. But it’s different now. In fact, it’s almost the opposite. I know, after all. I know Maria is aware she’s being selfish. That’s why I’m sure her next words— “I’m going to help you.” —are a scream of pain. However, even though I realize this, it doesn’t change what must be done. “…Maria, can I ask you to not say anything about the Boxes for the time being? I think it would be dangerous to talk to Iroha about them.” “…You’re not going to tell me what’s going on?” “……No,” I reply. Maria lowers her gaze and crosses her arms. “…I see. You have your own ideas, so I guess I have to leave it at that.” Her words suggest she’s fought down her own emotions in an attempt to see my logic. But she still can’t suppress all her feelings, and they show on her face. Maria observes me closely, maintaining a neutral expression. I notice the sadness in her eyes; our relationship isn’t so feeble that I wouldn’t. Then she says: “You…are Kazuki, aren’t you?” Maria can read my mind and heart so well, it’s as if she can see my thoughts; even when I was embroiled in the Week in the Mud, she claimed she could tell who was the real me just by the way I used the muscles in my face. “……Huh?” That’s why I can’t believe it—can’t imagine she doesn’t know me—and I just sit there dumbfounded. Maria averts her gaze. She mutters weakly, still looking away: “…It’s nothing. Forget it.” Day 2 <F> Kazuki Hoshino’s Room There wasn’t much change in Maria’s attitude after that. I’m sure what she said to me earlier must’ve been a slip of the tongue. It has to be, since she didn’t tell Iroha and the others about the Box. No one rocks the boat, so the situation has come to a standstill. I don’t doubt today will be the last day without any developments, though. On the third day, Iroha is going to want to hear our decision about joining the Group. But at any rate, it’s over. I collapse onto the bed. A second day has passed without any deaths. Day 3 <C> Private Meeting with Daiya Oomine – Kazuki Hoshino’s Room “……Did I really say that? That I would crush the Box myself if we made it to the <E> block of the eighth day?” “Yeah.” After my affirmation, Daiya goes quiet in thought. I’m finally able to finish telling Daiya everything about the Game of Indolence during our Private Meeting. I had planned to keep quiet about this Daiya being an NPC, but he realized right away that I was holding something back. I had no choice but to tell him. Daiya didn’t seem too bothered, though. What really seemed to fascinate him was his apparent ownership of the Game of Indolence. “……Hey, Kazu. What did I say when I sent you into this game?” “Why do you want to know?” “Quit beating around the bush and answer the question, No-Clue Kazu.” What’s with the rhyming dis? “…Let’s see, when I said I would beat you, you said, ‘Not a chance in hell.’ I’m pretty sure that’s how our last exchange went.” “Probably because you beating me is about as likely as the earth suddenly spinning ten times faster.” Man, this guy is really turning up the rudeness. “That means the ‘real me’ must believe it’s impossible to get through Kingdom Royale without anyone dying.” “……Most likely.” Daiya scowls and folds his arms, as if something still doesn’t sit right with him. He still seems to be on the fence as to whether I’m telling the truth, so I timidly ask: “…Do you believe me?” Daiya looks up and replies without losing his stern expression. “If you are without a doubt Kazuki Hoshino, then I don’t think I have any choice but to believe your story. The Kazuki Hoshino I know can’t just whip up a tale like that. He also has a hard time lying.” …So does that mean he believes me? “…But if you are Kazuki Hoshino…then you’ve changed.” I never expected him to say that. “Changed? Me?” “Yeah. You still reject other people’s wishes the same way, but I get the feeling your reason for it is a little different now. I told you before, right? It seems like you’re floating in suspension. It doesn’t feel that way anymore.” “And…why is that?” “Hell if I know. People’s minds have changed in this Box, though, haven’t they?” “In this Box…?” The first thing I think of when he says this is Nana Yanagi. I had ignored her and tried to forget her, but my first love had held me completely in her spell all this time. It’s not like I’m free of it now, either. I’m going to try to forget her again for my own salvation. However, I’ve definitely awakened to the fact that I can’t run from it. I’ve managed to realize that, at least. Could a tiny change like that have affected how I appear to others? “To me, it seems like you’ve found a purpose…or an ambition, I should say. If so, then it’s possible you might not be able to fully use a Box any lon—” Daiya stops short in the middle of what he’s saying. “…What’s wrong, Daiya?” But he doesn’t seem to hear me. He just stands there rigid with his eyes open wide. “……Use a Box…? I see it now… That must be it…” “Daiya…?” He doesn’t respond, though, instead putting his hand to his chin as if something has seized his mind. I give up on getting a reply and just wait until Daiya stops muttering and begins to smile. “Heh…heh-heh…” I have no idea why he’s chortling to himself. “Kazu, I have to thank you.” “Huh?” “You’re an easy read. That’s how I know what the ‘real me’ was thinking.” Daiya’s grin grows bolder. The expression leaves me undeniably nervous. …What’s going on here? Is Daiya planning something? The NPC Daiya and I should share the same goal. I thought I got him to believe we can win if we make it eight days with no one dying. So why? I get the feeling Daiya isn’t on my side anymore. Day 3 <C> Private Meeting with Yuri Yanagi – Yuri Yanagi’s Room The player is on their own. They possess information that puts them alone at an advantage, and they can’t share it with the NPCs. In the end, the information is only good as ammo for deceiving the others. So maybe it’s a matter of course that the player ends up fighting a solo battle. You kill the NPCs to survive, suppressing your guilt the entire way. That’s how this game was meant to be played. All the same, I’ve been trying to break this cycle. If I don’t, I can’t imagine being able to save Maria, and this Box will also probably break my will. Still—is what I’m attempting even possible? In the system of Kingdom Royale, no one can make an ally of anyone else. Gloomily, I enter Yuri Yanagi’s room. She won’t even make eye contact with me. Though I know it’s pointless, I write a message to her in the notebook. “……” Yuri Yanagi tears off the paper, crumples it up, and tosses it away without even reading it. It seems she’s through with me. I bite my lip. How can I gain control over her without communicating in words? Should I do something that shows I still want to help her so that she’ll listen to me? …That’d never work. Even I’m beginning to doubt my own sincerity, so there’s no way I’d get through to her at this point. “—” I clench my fists and lower my head. Yuri notices my dejection, but that’s not enough to make her look at me. Am I already out of moves to make? Have I already failed? Iroha is going to demand I join her Group during the upcoming <D> time block. If things go as she plans, I’ll have no hope of becoming the king. I suddenly notice the notebook sitting on the table. I’m pretty sure it’s Yuri’s, and there’s something written in it: “Iroha is the Revolutionary.” I immediately understand the implication. This is what Yuri is trying to tell me: —If I do anything funny, I’ll be killed. That’s most likely true. Iroha can say she’s going to take charge of everything here because she has no fear of dying—because she’s the Revolutionary, in other words. Plus, I’d hazard a guess that Yuri is the King or the Sorcerer. Once she knew the identity of these Classes, Iroha decided she had no worry of being murdered in Kingdom Royale. If she’s capable of cutting off her own finger, she can also most likely decide to take my life if necessary. I review my current situation. I’ve gone and made an enemy of pretty much everyone. Yuri, Iroha, and Koudai Kamiuchi are all hostile to me, and as always, I have no idea what Daiya’s thinking. I can’t even rely on Maria, who should be my one ally in all of this. Under these circumstances, anything I try is going to backfire. Have I lost all hope of becoming the king by now? “……Damn.” I keep telling myself to not give up, but I can’t think of a way to reverse my situation. It’s irredeemable. Eventually, I just fall to my knees on the spot. I can’t do this anymore. I’ll let Iroha be the king. I don’t think things will turn out well for her, but it’ll probably still go better than if I took the wheel. I’ll just count on the whims of Koudai Kamiuchi and Daiya, leave my fate to the heavens, and follow along with Iroha’s plan. Like some rock lying on the ground, I’ll just be here and do nothing. I…have lost. I lift my head so I can ask Yuri’s forgiveness. That’s when I see them. I see Yuri’s eyes as she looks down on me blankly. —I see her empty eyes. “—Oh.” And that’s how it suddenly dawns on me. “You hate their guts_don’t you_All those bastards who tricked you and butchered you_C’mon_they were prepared to off you for their own survival_Heh-heh-heh.” I suddenly know how to answer. No. I don’t hate them. But… I’ll do whatever it takes to crush them and make them submit. When I made Yuri suffer yesterday, I thought I was okay with defeating her because the Box had broken me. That was wrong, though. I understand now, clearly and without any doubts. I don’t need to be pointlessly kind to everyone, including the person before me. They’re all just NPCs. I need to save everyone back in the real world. “Please kill me.” That’s what the real Yuri said to me during the second game. The Game of Indolence had made her so desperate, she felt she had to say that to me. But was the Game of Indolence the only reason she suffered so much? No. She had brought something in with her from the real world that caused her pain. I know that now, because I learned it within the confines of this horrible, pointless Box. Nothing can change what has already come to pass. There’s no salvation for Yuri now that she has killed Iroha and the others. But perhaps I can analyze, dissect, and remove what she brought in with her from the real world. If I do that, won’t it free her from a little of her suffering? That’s why I will win. I couldn’t care less about crushing her as an NPC. That’s my proof that I’m firmly grounded in reality, in normality. It’s my proof that this stupid Game of Indolence hasn’t defeated me. This means— “Heh-heh.” —I haven’t lost at all. I stand up. In this game, the player is definitely on their own. I don’t care if I’m alone or whatever, though. No matter how hopeless the situation, I’m the only one who can destroy the Game of Indolence. No one can save all the others except for me. If that’s the case…I’ll do it. I’ll start by forcing Yuri to submit to me, and then I’ll save everyone. “…What are you smiling about?” Yuri is still looking at me with those hollow eyes. Thank you. Those eyes helped me realize it—the source of Yuri’s suffering lies in her familiarity with suppressing her true feelings. I’m now sure I want to do something about it, too. Still smiling, I deliberately and violently tear off the sheet of paper with “Iroha is the Revolutionary” written on it and rip it up loudly before her eyes. The hollowness changes to surprise. Yeah, that’s the ticket. This is good. I won’t ever let your eyes turn empty again. “Yuri Yanagi.” The blunt manner of address makes Yuri look at me, her eyes wide. “You will become nourishment for the real Yuri,” I tell her. I can predict how the Yuri I know so well will react. “……Oh.” Yep, the coward has gone white. You won’t be able to ignore me now, will you? “To that end, I’m going to destroy the Group Iroha made. The first thing I’m going to do now is implement a plan to make you leave it.” Yuri is speechless for a few long seconds, but then she tries to protest. “Wh-what are you—? There’s no reason I would leave. As if I even could.” “I said I’m going to make you leave it.” “If you say that…I-Iroha will kill you, you know…? She might really do it… No, she actually will, okay?” Yuri is too flustered to worry about Iroha hearing this conversation. “I know.” “Then—then why are you saying it?! It’s like committing suicide!” “Because I’m going to take down Iroha, too, of course. She won’t kill me if I do that,” I say. Yuri’s eyes go round. She shakes her head violently. “That’s… That’s not possible. Don’t you understand how well I know this…?” Yeah— There it is. I’ve finally found the pus within her, the source of her suffering. “So if I defeat Iroha……” The reason why her eyes turn empty. It’s— “If I defeat Iroha, will you be able to overcome your jealousy of her?” —her feelings of inferiority toward Iroha. It’s a sentiment I understand very easily as a companion of Daiya’s and Maria’s. I’m constantly surrounded by reminders that I will never be their equal, and the fear of mistakenly assuming my existence is worthless compared with theirs. This is even worse for Yuri, who unlike me takes second place. Just knowing she could feasibly catch up must be frustrating. She’s so close but never seems to cross the gap between her and Iroha Shindo. How painful it must be to be reminded of it. “Someone as stupid as I am should have just stayed quiet… I’m sorry for any confusion.” She called herself stupid during the first game. Though she seems incredible and brilliant enough from my point of view, she never has any confidence in herself. Because in her heart, she compares herself with someone she can never measure up against. “—Oh.” I’m sure she must be aware of this herself. Yuri seems so shaken I almost pity her, and she stands there trembling. “You wanted to beat Iroha no matter what, didn’t you?” I say, and her shoulders jump. “You wanted to beat Iroha. You wanted to best her for so long. That’s why you wanted to beat her in this game, too. You thought that if you could get her to act according to your plan, maybe you could call it a form of victory, so you decided to make it happen.” When Yuri was the player, I’m sure the reason she deceived Iroha and went out of her way to wound her with the revelation about her ex-boyfriend was that she wanted to experience the feeling of beating her rival. “Wh-why are you talking like you know—?” The panic on her face as she denies this is easy to read, and it has no hint of her usual shrewd acting. “But while things did go as you had intended, in the end, you still didn’t feel like you’d won.” “—!!” “You were overwhelmed, after all. When Iroha was willing to cut off her own finger, the jaw-dropping nature of that act—the difference between her resolve and yours—reminded you that your miserable little plan could never compete with hers.” “……Stop it.” “Once you knew how incredible she was, all you could think of was relying on her to get through this alive, yet another reminder of how far she rises above you and your cowardice.” “Stop.” “You woke up to the reality that you never had a chance against her in the first place, no matter what you tried. After all, you learned that victory wouldn’t be enough to dispel your inferiority complex; it didn’t vanish even when you stole the boy she had feelings for.” “I told you to stop it!” she shrieks, and pain runs through my cheek. …Did she just slap me? I can’t believe it for a moment. I mean, did Yuri just hit me? Yuri, the one with more self-control than anyone else? Yuri is wide-eyed, seemingly more shocked by her own actions than anyone. She stares at the hand that slapped me, opening and closing it repeatedly. “—Oh.” Her shoulders begin to shake. “I-I’m sorr—” Before she can finish, tears are welling up in her eyes. “……I-I’m sorry. But please…just stop… Don’t say such horrible things anymore… Please don’t hurt me any more… Please… Please.” I’m sure it’s painful. It must hurt to confront such ugly emotions head-on like this. She couldn’t even say these things when her deceptions during the second game came to light. But… “I can’t.” …none of that matters. In fact, it’s precisely why I have to keep going. “Ngh… Aaah…” My cold response makes Yuri crouch down and begin to cry, hiding her face. “If I turn back now, I won’t be able to help the real you. It’s okay if you cover your face, but don’t plug your ears.” “U-uuuhh…” Of course, my chest aches when I see her suffer like this. But my feelings don’t matter, either. “I’m talking about what happened during the second game when you were in my position.” Now comes the finishing blow. “Yuri, you killed Iroha.” Her sobs come to a halt, and she looks up at me with red eyes. “……Wh-what are you saying…?” I don’t grant her a response. “…M-me? Kill Iroha…? There’s no way I would do something so extreme! I… I am an underhanded person…but I could never do something like that!” This is definitely coming straight from her heart of hearts. I’m sure it’s true. The only reason she could do such a thing is because she was the player while the rest of us, including Iroha, were NPCs. However, she still murdered her. Iroha is now aware that Yuri is a despicable girl who deceived and murdered her. Nothing will ever change that fact. As skilled as she is at reading others’ faces, Yuri must be able to tell from mine that I’m not lying about her killing Iroha. She doesn’t say anything else and simply sits there, distracted, tears running down her face. I keep up the pressure. “Yuri. I’ll explain in more detail later, but you and Iroha both won the game when you were the player, so you’re already set to make it out alive.” Yuri responds slightly to my statement. It seems she understands me, so I keep going. “But the way things are now, Iroha knows you murdered her, and she isn’t going to forgive you. And you won’t be able to forgive yourself for doing it. You will have survived, but in the end, you won’t ever be happy. This may be hard to believe, but I want to do something about that.” I put it out there. “I have an idea of what we can do.” Though her tears are still flowing, Yuri looks at me as she appears to come back to her senses. “You need to reach a certain point. During this round of Kingdom Royale, the two of you need to confess your feelings toward each other, help each other in spite of them, and reach a point where you have a relationship of mutual trust. If the two of you can rely on each other even in this game, then I’m confident you’ll be fine from here on out. Iroha should forgive you.” I say the next part slowly. “That’s why you have to tell her all of it. You have to put everything you feel toward Iroha into words.” I wait for Yuri’s response. After a period of silence, she finally opens her mouth to speak. “……I don’t understand,” she replies flatly. “I have no idea what you mean when you say that Iroha and I have already survived or that we’ll be saved if we can trust each other.” “…I see.” That’s fair enough. She knows next to nothing about the real situation, so it makes sense that what I said wouldn’t hit home. “But—” I raise my head when I hear a contradictory conjunction. A faint smile has appeared on Yuri’s face. “—I don’t need to understand, not now. I can’t stand thinking such horrible things just to stay alive… I’m through with it.” Saying this, she suddenly throws her arms around me. “So…can I rely on you?” The strength of her embrace is painful—she isn’t holding back. She can’t depend on strength so great and unmoderated. That observation surprises me. Yuri fought on in her own way all alone, no matter how much suffering it brought her. She always seemed so anxious and uneasy, and through it all, this girl still persevered without losing hope. When she was the player, the guilt of deceiving, cornering, and killing the NPCs threatened to crush her, but in the end, she still managed to recover her will to fight and win. That’s the strong girl Yuri Yanagi is. “Help…me.” And yet, the only option she has now is to trust in me. All she can do is cling to the faint hope in front her, unable to exert any control. In that way, she is just the tiniest bit similar to her. To Nana Yanagi. “Okay. I’ll help you.” But I won’t get “Yuri” and “Yanagi” mixed up in my mind, not anymore. In order to help the Yuri here with me now, I return her embrace and tell her: “I swear—I will help everyone.” Day 3 <D> The Common Area Despite appearances, I was quite confident all through middle school. My grades were always at the top, and I was so good at piano that I won prizes at competitions. I was head of the brass-band club at school, and I even served as the student council president. Naturally, I had no end of admirers. Perhaps that was why I subconsciously assumed I was exceptional. There was no doubt in my mind that this would remain the same in high school, too. However, this throne of exceptionality wasn’t waiting for me in my high school life. Iroha Shindo claimed it the moment she made her new-student address at the entrance ceremony. I didn’t give up right away, though. I had faith that I could reclaim my throne. In fact, I was even happy in a way to have found a rival. I worked even harder than I had in middle school, believing I could surpass Iroha quickly and become number one. I increased my time in front of my desk, putting my studies first and foremost. I wasn’t just spending long hours studying, though; I was also working trial-and-error-style to improve other areas like efficiency and maintaining focus. But I was still no match for her. I naturally started to panic. I decided I wanted to beat her in grades, at least, and so I gave up the piano I had played since elementary school, stopped going to the literary clubs I had joined, quit watching the foreign dramas I liked so much, refrained from hanging out with my friends, slept fewer hours, and studied during break periods—and I did it all fully prepared to be mocked for being too serious. Despite everything, Iroha was always ahead of me. Even though she was in clubs and the student council the whole time, even though she slept during class and just didn’t seem to be displaying as much effort as I was in general…I could never measure up. It wasn’t necessarily an odd thing, though. No matter how hard I was toiling away, nearly a hundred people were also scoring higher than I was on our trial exams already. There were plenty of others better than I was at piano, too, and if I turned on the TV, I could see an endless parade of beautiful people I could never hold a candle to. It wasn’t like Iroha was the only person I had no hope of competing against, so this outcome wasn’t unexpected. I simply learned my lesson. I learned that I was just a normal person. That I wasn’t anything special. Thanks to Iroha, I was able to understand this and move on from my shameful self-importance, that’s all. Even if she weren’t there, I most likely would have found this out sooner or later. But it still frustrated me. It frustrated me so much. Why? Why wasn’t I the special one? It took me so long to realize that by the time I did, I had nothing left. I had distanced myself from my friends; I had no more hobbies or special talents; all I had become was a boring girl with a decent aptitude for studying. It was around then that I found out Iroha had a crush. She had tried to keep it a secret, but to me, it was as clear as day. The moment I learned of her feelings, the object of her affections became irresistibly attractive to me. I mean, if Iroha liked him, he had to be a great person—that was my line of thinking. If both Iroha and I went after him, I wonder which of us he would choose… The moment I thought that, a wicked idea entered my mind. If that person were to choose me— —would that mean…I’m more attractive than Iroha? I knew full well what a horrible thing I was about to attempt. But not even that was enough to stop me. I just had to see it. Iroha, jealous of me. Iroha, envious of me. Iroha, the failure, believing she can never win out over me. And once Iroha was the loser, she would know. She would know there was someone who had been frustrated for so, so long because they could never compare to her. And I succeeded in going out with that boy. I announced it as if I were just full of innocent happiness, completely clueless of her feelings for him. Inside, I was gleeful and giggling, hoping to see Iroha grit her teeth in frustration. When I think of myself back then, it truly makes me sick. Hey, Iroha. I hope you’re upset. I hope you’re jealous. I hope you hate me. I would’ve been happy with any of it. As long as she lashed out at me with some negative emotion, I would’ve been happy. But Iroha’s reaction was unlike anything I had imagined. “Nice going.” She congratulated me and then mussed my hair with a pleasant smile on her face. Iroha—was genuinely happy for my success in love, of all things. For me. For someone as horrible as I am. For someone whose mind was consumed with thoughts of hurting her. I couldn’t believe it. I just could not believe it, so I continued my plotting. I tried to ignore the growing realization that my romantic feelings were misguided and kept using the relationship against her. Through it all, no matter what I asked her advice about, or even when I told her we broke up, all Iroha did was support me. That’s when I was forced to see it. All the hatefulness, pettiness, and wretchedness I had pretended not to see was illuminated by Iroha’s radiance, highlighted until I had to confront it. Yes, I truly understand. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much—yet I am not a victim to be protected. I’m a wrongdoer deserving of abuse. Still, I can’t stop. There’s no going back. I don’t want to accept the fact that after all the crimes I have committed, I am not even average—just a complete and utter fool. I don’t believe that besting Iroha—defeating the exceptional girl—will make me any less of a fool, much less merit forgiveness for me. But this is all I have left. There is no way back for me. Don’t you agree? I’m sorry. I’m sorry. My crimes are too heavy for those words alone to earn me forgiveness. “And you think saying that will get me to forgive you?” Iroha sneers coldly in the common area where we’ve all assembled. She must have heard Yuri’s confession during their Private Meeting afterward. “You think that explaining how horrible you are will get me to let you off the hook for your deception?” Unsure of what’s going on, all Maria, Daiya, and Koudai Kamiuchi can do is watch the scene unfold. “I’ll never forgive you, you stupid bitch!” Iroha says. She spits on Yuri, who is stripped down to her white underwear and kneeling before her. Despite Iroha’s cruel treatment, all Yuri does is tremble slightly, saying nothing with her head lowered. Her left cheek is swollen; she was beaten earlier in Iroha’s room. It’s not an easy sight to stomach. I predicted things might turn out this way, after all. So this is also partly my fault. But if I didn’t take things this far, I wouldn’t have a chance against Iroha. “…Hey, Shindo, what exactly happened?” Maria speaks up, unable to bear the sight of Yuri like this. “Oh, nothing major. I’m just demonstrating what happens when someone ignores their orders and does something stupid even though they joined the Group and swore obedience to me.” “Still, isn’t this going too far…?” As if to reject Maria’s warning, Iroha places the sole of her shoe on Yuri’s head where she sits. “Ungh,” Yuri gasps instinctively, and Iroha clucks her tongue and increases the pressure of her foot on Yuri’s head without another word. She pushes harder and harder until Yuri’s forehead touches the floor. In this position, Yuri is all but groveling before Iroha. “Who told you it was okay to open your mouth? You need to just keep your head lowered like some figurine. Or are you trying to imply that I’m going to have to beat that into you, too?” “S-stop it, Shindo!” “No. But let’s put this aside. You know why, right? Time’s up. This is when I bring you all under my rule, too. Whatever this bitch was trying to pull, it’s the best plan I’ve come up with, so there’s no need to change it,” Iroha declares with her foot still on Yuri’s head. “Once I’m the king, I’ll put an end to this game.” Yeah, that’s who Iroha is. If it serves her purpose, she can do this to someone she considered her best friend up until a bit ago. I’m not trying to say she isn’t feeling anything. I’m sure she’s deeply wounded, and she most likely has guilt about it as well. But she can lock those emotions away. Iroha can temporarily control her own feelings in order to further her goals. I found this out in the third game when she won by slaughtering everyone on the first day. Yes, that’s why I predicted this. I could foresee her taking this sort of action. That’s why— “It’s not going to work.” —I’m going to drag her off this false throne of hers. Iroha slowly brings her foot down from Yuri’s head and stares at me. There is a heat in her gaze, with an unmistakable hint of murder, too. “…So is this what you’re trying to say? You’re maintaining that you have no intention of joining the Group? That’s too bad. You’re going to die, Hoshino.” “No. I’m merely stating a fact. As lenient as you are, there’s no way you could possibly rule anyone.” “Lenient? What the hell are you talking about?” Her piercing glare is really frightening. But I force my mouth into a smile to build as much confidence as I can. “I’m saying you’re going easy on Yuri. All you’re doing is hitting her, spitting on her, and putting your foot on her head. Ha-ha, you’re way too soft.” Iroha flashes a grin to show she’s just as confident as I am. “Okay, then what would it take to satisfy you?” I say the words that will wipe the smile off her face. “Kill her.” As I intended, Iroha’s smile vanishes, and her eyes flare wide. “You said it at the very beginning, right? You would flush all our rations at the first sign of insubordination. But you haven’t, have you? You made a whole show of tearing her clothes off and dragging her out in her underwear, but you haven’t done what you said, have you?” Iroha smirks. “…Ha-ha. So you’re saying it’s just for show if I don’t actually flush her rations and kill her? You’ve got a really twisted mind. How could you not tell I was exaggerating when I said that? Don’t you see I had to say it given the circumstances, even if I had no intention of actually doing it?” “Even if that’s the case, now that you’ve been so lax in dealing with Yuri after she went against you, you’ve shown that you don’t actually have hold over your group, haven’t you?” “……So what? Are you telling me I should kill Yuri?” “Not at all. I’m just pointing something out.” I don’t mince words as I tell her, “This group system was broken from the very beginning.” “……” Iroha stays silent, folding her arms. Someone as bright as her has to know she’s going to get steamrolled at this rate. She can mull it over all she wants, though, because there’s no way out of this. Everything I’ve said is absolutely true. “……Enlighten me on how it’s broken.” Her voice is just the tiniest bit weaker than before. “The Group was founded on your trust in Yuri. But there was never any such thing to begin with. You built this plan on the premise of a trust that doesn’t exist. That’s why it’s broken. Am I wrong?” “……” Almost there. Just one more push, and I’ll drag Iroha Shindo, the one who could massacre everyone with a knife to achieve her goal, who would amputate her own little finger just to make others recognize her, down from her sham of a throne. I’ve clearly got her on the ropes here. —Or at least, I should have. Iroha smirks in spite of everything. As if to show me she’s still good to go. “Yeah, it may be difficult to maintain this group system. I’ll give you that. Still, so what? If forming groups is difficult, then all I need to do is toss that plan out and put together a new one. Are you trying to suggest I can’t do that?” “……” I sure didn’t expect such a comeback; I’ll give her that. Even when she’s backed this far into a corner, she still isn’t ready to throw in the towel. Iroha is the opponent I needed to take down first—my most powerful foe—so it’s only fitting. If I can do something about my most capable opponent, then I’ll accomplish what I set out to do. Daiya and I most likely share the same purpose, and if Iroha and Yuri are with me, we can keep Koudai Kamiuchi’s impulsiveness in check so he doesn’t kill anyone. The most difficult part of anything is setting it into motion. If I can get things moving, the rest shouldn’t be that difficult. This is the first step in getting my plan on track: defeating Iroha. Once I pull that off, I’m pretty much already at the finish line. That’s why there’s no backing down for me. I’ve clearly pushed Iroha to the brink, so I absolutely cannot let up. I search for that final push. “……” I look at Yuri. I see her trembling with her head still pressed against the floor. Oh, I guess that’s it. It doesn’t matter how much I keep after Iroha, does it? “…Okay, so you’re going to cast aside Yuri, is that it? So you can save yourself and the rest of us?” Iroha is already aware that she’s lost, after all. Iroha immediately answers my question. “That’s right.” I predicted her affirmation. Her blatant lie. The lie she wants me to see through. “You can’t fool me.” This is already over. “Didn’t I say it earlier? Go ahead and kill Yuri.” “—” “If you’re going to give up on her, you should prove it to us right here. Kill her like you cut off your finger, demonstrate your determination, make us all bow down before your power.” Iroha. Iroha thinks she’s better suited to the role of the king than anyone else. She stands before us now precisely because of this belief. And she’s doing it because she’s convinced it offers her the highest probability of achieving her goal. But what happens if she begins to believe someone else might make a worthy king? She would most likely allow that person to take on the role. That’s why she’s testing me now. She’s testing me to see if I can discern this level of falsehood—if I’m suitable for the throne. “……………Ha-ha.” Iroha lets out a laugh. “…You’re right. I can’t do it. So I can never become the king.” And that’s how Iroha hands the throne over to me. Her lips pouted, Iroha takes a seat. “Phew…” She gives a deliberate sigh, then smiles ruefully. “…Iroha lost…?” Yuri has lifted her head up. Wide-eyed, she looks at Iroha, who’s sitting in her chair with a defeated expression. Wearing nothing but her underwear, Yuri gets to her feet and walks over to Iroha, then stands over her. “……Why? Why won’t you kill me? You have it in you, right…? You could do it if it helped you achieve your goal, right?” When she hears this, Iroha smiles bitterly. “Yuri. What do you think my goal is?” she asks, looking away with her elbows resting on the chair. “Huh? It’s to become the king…isn’t it?” “Of course not. That was just a means to an end.” “I—I see. So—” Yuri is still troubled, so Iroha says the rest to her with a gentle smile, as if she were patiently teaching a child struggling with multiplication. “My goal…is to protect you.” Yuri can do nothing as her confusion grows. For her, it’s the most unbelievable statement in the world. I already knew this about Iroha, though. She told me something as she died in the first game. Just before her life faded away, she said, “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” Those words indicated to me that Iroha’s goal was to protect Yuri. Of course, she was also trying to safeguard her own life along with the rest of ours. But if you look at the way she conducts herself in life, I’m positive that Iroha puts others before herself. I’m also sure she’d try to save Yuri before a bunch of people she just met that day. That’s why she can’t kill Yuri, even if it means she won’t be able to maintain her group system. Yuri is shaking her head in disbelief. “Y-you’re lying. I—I mean, I betrayed you! That’s why you got angry and took my clothes and hit me…” “Yuri, are you trying to mess with me?” “Huh?” “Are you trying to play with my emotions and make me change my goal? Are you suggesting I’m a weakling? Basically, you cooperated with Hoshino. I had to punish you to keep the Group together, even if only on the surface. Tearing off your clothes was good for a performance because it draws attention, don’t you think?” “……” “Well, I was just delaying the inevitable. You see, I had no doubt you would keep quiet and go along with my plan. I never imagined you would fall into Hoshino’s clutches like this. Once we reached that point, I’d already lost.” Yuri gives Iroha a long look after she says this—then shakes her head again as if to say she still doesn’t accept it. “…I don’t understand. You were trying to protect me? Maybe you were at first, but there’s no way you could still want to help me now that you know how I tried to hurt you this whole time. You’d never help someone as awful as I am.” “Yuri, you’re kind of an idiot, you know?” Iroha sighs. “Uh, wha…?” “You shouldn’t even have to think about it, right?” Yuri still looks lost, and Iroha scratches her head angrily. “…Agh, give me a break! Okay, have you ever tried looking at things from my perspective?” “Your perspective…?” “Yeah. You said you always had the top scores, but I was in the same boat. I was always at the top, too.” Yuri doesn’t seem to get the significance of what Iroha is saying, because she still looks confused. “I wanted to be in that spot just like you. But there’s someone always working like crazy to overtake me, so all I can do is put my nose to the grindstone, too. I don’t want to lose, either. Do you have any idea how desperately I worked in secret to protect that position?” Shock spreads across Yuri’s face. “You say you could never beat me no matter how hard you tried because I’m special? That has nothing to do with it. If you ask me, you haven’t set any clear milestones for yourself. Can you tell me off the top of your head what you want to be or why you’re studying? You probably can’t. The only thing you could think about was trying to beat me.” “That’s……” “You’ll never win with such weak aspirations. You worked hard? I don’t think you can say that. You haven’t worked nearly hard enough. People who really put in a lot of effort never say they have nothing going for them or that they’re a pile of crap.” “……So if I put in the effort, I can be like you?” “Agh, come on! Listen to me! There’s no way you can be like me. I’m me. You’re you. No matter how jealous you may be, your abilities and strengths will always be different, so you can never be exactly the same as anyone else. You can envy me all you want, Yuri, but you can’t become me!” “You’re right. There’s no way I could ever hope to become like you—” As soon as she hears this, Iroha’s eyebrows shoot up, and she gets to her feet. With terrifying severity, she grips Yuri’s now-trembling shoulders. “O-ow!” “That’s right. No matter how jealous—!” Iroha shouts. “No matter how jealous I am, I can never be you, Yuri!” Yuri’s grimace of pain is replaced by wide-eyed shock as she stares at Iroha. “You think I was unfazed when I heard you were going out with him? I was sincerely happy for you? If that’s how it looked, I guess I was successful. I would never commit a faux pas like not congratulating my best friend on finding love.” “I-Iroha…?” Iroha’s tough facade has already caved. Though she seemed so calm even when her Group fell apart, she has now completely lost it. “Who wouldn’t be upset to see the person they like snatched away? Of course I was torn up over it. Of course I was jealous. But I couldn’t do anything, because he chose you! When I heard you were going out, I just thought, Well, no surprises there. Can you understand where my mind had to be to think that? Do you understand where I had to be to so readily accept that he would choose you over someone like me? Do you think those thoughts didn’t drive me nuts? I’m not you, though, so all I could do was give up! “What the hell, Yuri?! How do you fail to see any of this when you’re so good at reading people? You wanted me to envy you? You must be stupid! I……I…! From the moment I saw you when I started school, I—” Iroha’s grip on Yuri’s shoulders tightens as she yells: “I was jealous of you!” Yuri stares at Iroha blankly, unable to comprehend what was just said to her. It must be hard to believe from Yuri’s standpoint. She’s probably having trouble swallowing the idea that the one she had come to think of as superhuman, as a rival she would never, ever beat, had actually envied her the entire time. I’m sorry, Yuri. I knew. “But even being the way I was, the first time I respected, envied—and yeah, probably felt jealousy toward someone…was Yuri.” I knew all that from the first game. It’s how I also knew it was their miscommunication that was destroying them. “I think about depending on someone, too, y’know! But for some reason, I never can. Whenever the thought enters my head…I always think of you,” Iroha says, then releases Yuri’s shoulders. As Yuri stares dumbfounded at Iroha, surprise appears on her face. “Iroha… Why are you crying…?” “Ha-ha, what’re you saying? I never cry—” Iroha puts her hand to her cheek as if just going along with the joke. Her eyes go wide. She realizes she really is crying. “No way… I’m…crying? I don’t remember crying even in my earliest memories. And now I’m doing it in front of other people? That’s ridiculous…” But her tears are flowing. They’re really flowing. The fact that Iroha is crying is undeniable. Her mask breaks. “Ngh……” That face that had been so tense for so long crumples like a child’s. “Wah… Waaaaaaaaaah! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Iroha sobs loudly. The Iroha we knew, the same Iroha who could lop off her own finger to reach her goal, is bawling like a child, unable to contain her emotions. “I-Iroha…?” “Waaaaaaaaaaaaah! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid Yuriii! I trusted you! I…was such an idiot! I trusted that at least you would never betray me!” The tears pour from Iroha’s eyes, and her nose is running. “What the hell? Superhuman? Don’t be stupid!! Look at me! It’s not like I want to be the king! This killing game terrifies me! Cutting off my finger hurt! I wanted someone to protect me, too! But I had to do it even if I didn’t want to! I thought I would make the best king, so I had no choice but to take on the responsibility! I had to do it because I couldn’t stand the idea of relying on someone else and then letting everyone die—letting you die!” There isn’t even a trace of Iroha’s usual aloofness as she sobs her heart out here like a little kid. Still in shock, Yuri asks her, “Iroha… Why did you want to protect me…?” The question is a little off topic, and Iroha fixes Yuri with a red-eyed glare. “You know why!” I then recall something. A certain question Iroha asked me during the first game. “Do you think I—actually liked Yuri?” I didn’t know the answer until just now, this very moment. Iroha has enough control over herself that she can expunge any emotions that might get in her way, and my experiences in the third game weren’t enough for me to see the truth of her heart. But now I understand very well. Now that I can see her feelings laid bare, I understand completely. Iroha’s feelings for Yuri— “I wanted to protect you because I love you!” —are love. “If you died because I failed to protect you, I could maybe bear it if you at least thought I didn’t love you—that’s how much I care about you!” “Ah…” Emotion finally returns to Yuri’s dazed eyes. “Ahh……” In an instant, her tears well and overflow. Before long, her face is soaking wet with a river of tears, just like Iroha’s. These two. Their mutual admiration was so great that they envied each other. That led to some mistakes within this Box, but they wouldn’t have come to harbor such powerful emotions if they didn’t care so much in the first place. “Iroha… Irohaaa……” Yuri hugs her. The two of them embrace each other, sobbing. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” “I don’t want to hear that. I don’t want to hear any apologies from you. I won’t allow it. I’d…much rather hear something else.” Though it takes her a moment, Yuri, now covered in snot and tears, quickly catches on. Putting on a clumsy smile, one with no trace of deception but rather a desperation that even a flatterer wouldn’t call polite, she whispers gently: “I—I love you, too, Iroha…” Yep. When I hear that, it all comes together for me. The reason why Yuri put on Iroha’s wristwatch during the second game. Why she confessed to stealing the boy she had feelings for, and why she drove her into a corner. “—Please kill me.” She wanted to make it easier for Iroha to take her life. Sure, Yuri probably wanted to beat Iroha. But she also knew Iroha would become the player eventually, so she made sure to say this so that Iroha would find it easier to kill her as an NPC. Yuri was trying to save Iroha’s life, even if it meant earning her hatred in the process. That’s…not an easy thing to do. For instance— “Iroha… I’ll always love you.” —if she didn’t love Iroha, she could never do it. Oh, what the hell. Whether they forgive each other doesn’t matter. If the feelings of love are mutual, then none of that is important. This doesn’t mean the relationship between the real versions of them has improved, of course. These two NPCs aren’t the despair-filled girls in the real world. But I have faith in them. I have faith that these two can mend their friendship and do away with their hopelessness. I find that very easy to believe now. And I begin to think. Now that my most troublesome opponent is out of the way and I’ve taken a solid step toward preventing our deaths, I’m certain. Everything will be fine. I have unmistakably set the wheels in motion. I will arrive at my destination. All I can see in my head are visions of success. That’s right— I’ve beaten Daiya.