Happy Life
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Kneeling and bracing herself with one hand on the ground and the other clutching her throat, Ayano took about ten seconds to regain her composure, realizing that she hadn't been cleaved in two by the celestial-heretical artifact.
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She could have muttered something in Japanese or, for example, collapsed powerlessly to the ground, but neither would have been appropriate in this situation for anyone but her, so she silently accepted the gentle pat on the head, trying her best not to let any extraneous emotions that were trying to break through into her heart.
Glancing at the surface of the crater, where the writhing bodies of her brothers and the right pillar, as well as everyone else, were clearly visible, all she could muster was:
- What a delight... - and with that, her comment was exhausted.
Staring for a while at the smooth surface of the "arena," which was in no way different from the military dimension, except that fire and force had affected it from above rather than below, she now fully realized how insignificant the lives of mortals were on the game board of these arrogant demigods. The grievances, hysterics, and admonitions that she could have unleashed all seemed immeasurably low and mundane against the backdrop of the supposed level of operation of these super-entities. "Singularities" - was that what someone had called them? Or was it just a fleeting thought that had flashed through the ether? She couldn't remember anymore.
Bitterly smiling at herself over certain memories of when she had sincerely asked "mother" not to burden herself with everything, to rest and remember that she was not alone - now it seemed like something indescribably foolish, as if an ant had offered to help a tired person carry his belongings, or something that his insect mind was simply incapable of comprehending - all she could add was:
- ...clothes. My comrades need them. It is not fitting for the participants of the tournament, the pride of Margel, to flaunt their underwear in front of the entire honest people, like disgraced casino debtors.
Perhaps this phrase was addressed to the Empress, who was nearby, but more likely it was addressed to some random servant who might have been accompanying her and fulfilling their purpose.
Having uttered this gloomy wish without opening her cloak, she leaves to change.
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She could have muttered something in Japanese or, for example, collapsed powerlessly to the ground, but neither would have been appropriate in this situation for anyone but her, so she silently accepted the gentle pat on the head, trying her best not to let any extraneous emotions that were trying to break through into her heart.
Glancing at the surface of the crater, where the writhing bodies of her brothers and the right pillar, as well as everyone else, were clearly visible, all she could muster was:
- What a delight... - and with that, her comment was exhausted.
Staring for a while at the smooth surface of the "arena," which was in no way different from the military dimension, except that fire and force had affected it from above rather than below, she now fully realized how insignificant the lives of mortals were on the game board of these arrogant demigods. The grievances, hysterics, and admonitions that she could have unleashed all seemed immeasurably low and mundane against the backdrop of the supposed level of operation of these super-entities. "Singularities" - was that what someone had called them? Or was it just a fleeting thought that had flashed through the ether? She couldn't remember anymore.
Bitterly smiling at herself over certain memories of when she had sincerely asked "mother" not to burden herself with everything, to rest and remember that she was not alone - now it seemed like something indescribably foolish, as if an ant had offered to help a tired person carry his belongings, or something that his insect mind was simply incapable of comprehending - all she could add was:
- ...clothes. My comrades need them. It is not fitting for the participants of the tournament, the pride of Margel, to flaunt their underwear in front of the entire honest people, like disgraced casino debtors.
Perhaps this phrase was addressed to the Empress, who was nearby, but more likely it was addressed to some random servant who might have been accompanying her and fulfilling their purpose.
Having uttered this gloomy wish without opening her cloak, she leaves to change.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
