Editing Kami-sama no Inai Nichiyoubi Volume 2 Chapter 2

==Chapter 2: Dragons==
===Part I===

They passed through the gate.

The view of the city was released from behind the red city walls, and its wide expanse suddenly spread forth for the travelers’ eyes.

Before them was sun, castle, mountain and unending green.

There was wheat, still young and green, planted on what little flat ground there was that reached to the mountains. The wheat there looked to be faster-growing than the mountain variety Ai was accustomed to: from their color, they seemed nearly ready to sprout grains.

A couple of farmers sat on a ridge, watching their crops.

Ai could predict very clearly what adults like them talked about at times like this. They would resume for the umpteenth time conversations already dried and tasteless, like “They’re growing well this year,” “Yeah.”

The travelers’ eyes had long since become accustomed to the grey of the wilderness, so, faced now with this sudden assault of green, their surroundings seemed to them impossibly bright and gaudy.

A farmer suddenly noticed their presence and waved at them, and the rest followed suit. Ai rubbed her eyes and gave a small wave in return.

The car moved slowly, but eventually they shook off the farmers and continued onward.

After a while, as the sun reddened behind the mountain range, the travelers arrived at the foot of the hills.

Any further and they would reach the market. All the buildings before them had been converted into apartment flats, with the ground floor composed entirely of shops bustling with the in-and-out flow of customers.

The whole of the Ortus market was in fact built of rock, with marble and clay and brick and the like having been combined together to form the compact apartments that fitted snugly together and packed the already narrow streets full, close to bursting.

The road had been maintained in excellent condition, with large and comfortable spots to rest all along its side. Households all but competed with one another in adorning their doors and windows with budding greenery and arraying the flowers of the season in other prominent locations. Just before their eyes was an elderly lady changing her potted plants on the roadside. Children ran past them in packs like gusts of wind, laughing as only they can, while along the road wizened old men blew with their pipes streams of colorful smoke and cast bets on little games of dice.

Everyone was, of course, dead.

The dead looked like they’d stripped off old clothes, with their muscles withered and dried and some thin as a wire. The younger the dead in question were, the stranger they looked.

Skeletons parading about in three-piece suit and tie. Coolies with chains coiled about themselves to make up for missing body weight. Women so wrapped up in lace they looked to have been melded into some strange sartorial beast, youths who’d amputated their limbs and replaced them with prosthetic ones, looking like puppets, college students <ref>More accurately 文学少年, or “literary youths”.</ref>carrying library books under one arm and their heads under the other.

Most of the living treated these dead as monsters. They would react to such sights in much the same way: to think of the streets of Ortus as a devil-infested hell and say, frightened, that they shouldn’t have come here, then arrange for a speedy departure. This sort of thing had happened so many times that Kiriko had already given up being outraged at it.

But Ai was different.

She pressed her face glumly to the car window and watched the faces of the people they passed. She didn’t even stir at their appearance which so shocked others, instead watching only their eyes.

Unnatural or ordinary, strange or familiar, the faces of the dead all wore smiles. As Ai watched, they joked and talked and chatted and laughed with the people close to them, and on their faces were the smiles of the everyday.

A mother with a baby turned and beamed at Ai, and she waved and smiled back, a pure smile without the barest shred of surprise, pity or rage in her expression.

A tear rolled down her cheek.

Kiriko, thinking that he’d just witnessed something forbidden to him, hurriedly turned his gaze back forward. Up ahead, in the sky that had donned its night colors, he saw a star the same color as the tear, scattering light down on the city.

At the same time there came a “Wow…” from behind as Ai, too, saw the same scene.


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It was dark when they arrived at their hotel. By that time, even the car’s gears had begun acting up, and they’d ascended the hill with difficulty, relying on only a single flickering headlamp to steer themselves into the car-park.

The appearance of the hotel was rather different from the apartments on the streets below, being a tall construct built of rock. All around them, there wasn’t a single building in sight, making it seem as though the hotel had been isolated from the din of the market.

The car park was unfamiliar to the travelers, as, rather than paving, the ground was just compressed earth. They took their luggage from the car and went over to the building. The moon was full, or very near it, and it lit up the night for the travelers below.

“This was a school a year ago.”

Kiriko pointed out the features of their residence as they walked. That there was the car-park, the male dormitories opposite to it, the female ones on that side over there, and here the school building, shut and locked.

“Right…”

Ai was spiritless in her response.

“…Let me just say something first.”

Seeing Ai like that, Kiriko was spurred on to say the words he’d been deliberating over a while ago.

“Thank you for saving me. I’m very grateful for it...but I don’t think you should stay in here. Ortus is a city of the dead, a city belonging only to the dead, and the living have no business coming in just to fool around. If it were up to me...I would not have permitted you entry.”

“Oh… Then why…why did you still let us in…?”

“It wasn’t up to me! I couldn’t have defied my superiors like that!”

“Ah… Is that…so…?”

Ai didn’t even seem to be listening to him. Kiriko’s mouth tightened into a line.

“I hope you’ll leave soon after finishing your business here.”

“…Huh, you’re not making any sense, Kiriko-san…”

Dwarfed by the luggage she carried, Ai swayed unstably as she walked.

“…What did you say?”

“Aren’t you living as well?”

Kiriko kept his mouth shut.

“…Kiriko-san…that’s…funny…”

“…Ai?”

Something was wrong with her.

She rocked left and right as though rowing a boat, tripped, and fell to her right.

“Ai!”

Kiriko reached out and caught her in the nick of time.

“So much has happened today that her brain’s probably tired out.”

Yuri took Ai’s rucksack and slung it over his shoulder. Weight removed, Ai slumped down and fell asleep, looking as contented as a well-fed baby.

“…I’m sorry, Kiriko, but could you carry her on your back?”

“Huh? Oh, sure.”

The moment Kiriko presented his back to her, Ai twined her arms around his neck and fell unconscious. Kiriko clasped her legs under his arms and got up with a low gasp, and only then did he stop to think “Why me?” But Ai was already on his back, and trying to hand her over to Yuri would just seem strange now.

Ai began to snore softly. Her face was entirely pale with exhaustion but for traces of red in the corners of her eyes.

“…Hey, Yuri-san.”

“What?”

“Ai… How old is she?”

At that time, Kiriko didn’t notice that he’d broken a rule.

“Who knows? You ask her yourself.”

Ai spoke up.

“…I told you I’m not asleep… Really… I’m…not…”

“What kind of person says that in their sleep?”

Kiriko adjusted Ai’s position on his back and walked toward their rooms.

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===Part II===

Morning was long past when Ai awoke.

She sat up wearily. She had no memory of the room she was currently in, nor any idea of her circumstances; but to these she paid no mind. She yawned widely.

It was only after she had allowed the cells under her every tooth and beneath her tongue and even of her vocal cords to bask fully in the morning air that she shut her mouth and looked around her.

...Where was she?

The room was dim and unlit, but soft rays of sunlight slanted in from the windows and illuminated the specks of dust in the air.

She looked to her right and saw another bed, on the far side of which were a dressing table and a wardrobe put against the wall.

Not a sound penetrated the room from outside, imbuing it with a hushed atmosphere.

Slowly, Ai turned her half-opened eyes towards the left and swept her gaze across the room, seeing a door, bookcase, desk and chair arrayed in it.

Then, at the left wall...

She found a window with curtains drawn.

“...Shuuu…”

Moving as if she were swimming, Ai stepped off the bed and padded barefoot to the window.

The curtain was thick and kept the room dim, but the sunlight contrived to shine around it and into the room. The curtain’s edges glowed with the passing light. Floating particles of dust were set sparkling by the light falling on Ai’s toes.

She drew it open.

The light that shone in was strong enough to hurt even when she squinted her eyes shut. Warmth flooded through every corner of her body, scorching away the dazed drowsiness that had occupied her head just a moment ago.

Ai looked out over Ortus.

“Wow…”

Unthinkingly, she stretched out her hand, lifted up the latch and pulled the window open. The wind that blew in set Ai’s bangs fluttering along with the curtains, and she squealed in delight, resting on the frame and leaning her body half out of the window.

The road stretching from left to right before her was fully paved with white tiles that shone beneath the sun’s light. As Ai turned her gaze down across the city, she saw the green of the wheat fields and, further ahead, the red bricks of the city walls.

And to the right, she could see a dark colored castle, built into the tall hillside.

Unable to contain her excitement, Ai pushed herself back into the room and almost stumbled backward in her haste. Recovering, she then spun toward the wardrobe with the leftover momentum. She threw it open with the same energy with which she had opened the window and saw her coats hanging neatly there along with her culottes.<ref> Historical note: knee breeches typically worn by European upper-class men between 15th and 19th centuries. Basically, puffed shorts. With Ai they don’t quite reach to her knees (or anywhere near them), though.</ref>

She suddenly realized that she didn’t know what clothes she was wearing. She looked down, and saw the shirt and underwear that she normally wore.

And she began to wonder, quite naturally, who it was who had gotten her changed.

Probably not Kiriko, she thought. As for Yuri...that was quite possible, but she couldn’t tell whether the one who’d changed her clothes was the uncaring traveler or the father taking care of his daughter.

That left Scar. She would be the best of her companions.

“...Ai?”

Ai heard Scar’s voice from behind just as she was thinking about her. She turned around and saw her lying on the other bed.

“Scar-san! It’s time to get up! Good morning!”

“...No, it’s already noon.”

“Eh?”

With her enthusiastic greeting met by a dispirited reply, Ai pulled out her pocket watch from inside the coat and checked the time. The hour hand pointed at twelve.

It was then she noticed that the sun did seem rather high up in the sky.

“Scar-san...why didn’t you wake me up…?”

“...I did…”

And so her question of blame was met by an answer of even greater blame.

Scar told Ai that both she and Yuri had tried to wake her, but she’d been too deeply asleep to be roused.

“...To think you managed to sleep all the way till noon... You have me impressed.”

A little apologetically, Ai scratched her head and asked the question that had preoccupied her a moment ago—“Was it you who helped me undress?”—and Scar replied with a “Yes.” Good.

“...Ai, you’re always so lively, aren’t you…”

Ai looked more closely at Scar, and only then saw that she seemed drained somehow, dressed only in a shirt and even now in bed, curled up beneath the covers.

“What happened? Are you too lazy to wake up as well, Scar-san? Or did you eat too much last night?”

“...How do you say it? Is this the feeling called sadness?... Ai, please do not group me with you in your mannerisms and behaviors.”

Ai walked across the floorboards to the bed, held her forehead to Scar’s to see if she was feverish. She wasn’t, and she didn’t look particularly ill either.

“Do you feel unwell?”

“...My chest hurts. My head hurts too, and I feel sick…”

“Right. Is it that voice from before—can you still hear it?"

“Yes...”

Scar turned away from Ai and looked directly in front of her.

“I wanted to find its source...”

“You mustn’t. Please stay here and rest.”

“Alright,” she returned obediently.

“...Now, what should I do? Do you need a doctor?"

“I don’t know...are there doctors who can treat Grave Keepers?"

“Aren’t there?”

“Who knows…”

“...Wait, Grave Keepers fall sick?”

“I’ve never heard of it happening before…”

Ai came down with the flu once a year, but it didn’t seem like she’d be the best reference for Scar’s present condition.

“Yuri said that he’d buy some medicine on his way back, so I should just stay here like this...and wait and see if I get any better…”

“Ah, really? Yuri-san’s gone out?”

“Yes. He looked quite busy, having to go fix the car and replenish our supplies… Oh, he left a note.” Saying this, Scar handed a piece of paper folded in half to Ai.

On the note was written:
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“Do not, under any circumstances, leave the hotel.”

Technically, that was a message conveyed through a myriad others. The ones like, “There are many dangerous people among the dead, so don’t leave the hotel,” or, “If you cause a ruckus, it’ll be almost impossible to clear up, so don’t leave the hotel,” were reasonable enough, but, “The air this season isn’t good on the throat,” was clearly just needless fussing. And, “Look out for cars,” was something you’d only say to a person ''leaving'' the house.

Ai folded the note into a paper airplane and flew it out of the window. Although the paper must have been heavy, soaked full as it was of that ramblingly incessant ink, on attaining freedom it flew high up into the blue Ortus sky.

“Scar-san.”

"...Yes?”

“Please answer my question honestly. Do you need looking after as you are?”

“No, not at all.”

Scar even waved a hand to emphasize the fact.

“If you stayed here, you’d only make it worse... Do you want to go get something to eat?”

“A-Aren't you being a little too forceful here…?”

Ai was a little hurt, but she nonetheless went and dressed herself. She pulled on her culottes and socks and did up her bootlaces, changed her shirt, tied her hair, set her straw hat on her head and swung on her coat.

She went over to the window.

“Should I close it?”

“...Yes, and the curtains too.”

Ai pulled the window closed and drew the curtains across.

“Well, I’ll be off for some food then.”

She stood by the door as she spoke.

She didn’t really need her hat and coat just for that, but Scar refrained from pointing it out to her.

Instead, just as Ai was hurrying out of the door, she called to her back-turned figure, “Did you bring your permit?”<ref>Entry permit for their 7-day sojourn.</ref>

Ai’s embarrassment at that mistake was quite substantial indeed.


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Ai dashed out of the room, but naturally, she didn’t have the faintest idea of where she wanted to go.

She first headed to a corridor and, after peering left and right, found a staircase and descended to the first floor. Something told her that she couldn’t let herself be discovered, so she walked on tiptoes. With the floor plan at the first floor stairs, she found a place where there was water, and there washed her face and drank hugely to quench her thirst.

Signs of past students filled the dormitory building. There on the blackboard was still the name of a student punished with cleanup duty, and there in the umbrella stand was still stuck a baseball bat. The display cabinet placed beside the main doors still held dozens upon dozens of medals and trophies, while the lost-and-found box, long since been forgotten about, still held a blue notebook within, awaiting its master. Ai picked up the notebook and flipped through the pages.

“Actually, I ''am'' quite hungry after all.”

She announced this to the statue of some unknown notable situated between the second and third floor, and began searching more boldly through the dormitory building. Her plan was to find Kiriko or Yuri and get some food off them. Deciding to focus her search on the first floor, she spent her time running to peek at the front door, and heading to the janitor’s office to explore. A lot of things captured her interest on the way, but right now her primary objective was to find food to eat.

So Ai ran to check the canteen. She crossed the entire length of the room, peering with a baffled expression at the place where used bowls and plates were collected.

And in the kitchen, a certain Keira Venna<ref>ケラ　ヴェナ/Kera Vena</ref> saw all this as it went on. 

“What’re you doing over there?”

Caught completely off-guard, Ai leaped up in fright and looked frantically around for the speaker.

“This way.”

Keira looked at Ai from over the counter that connected the kitchen and the canteen.

“N-Nice to meet you! My name is Ai Astin!”

“Hey. Nice to meet you too. I’m Keira Venna, the manager of this place and its cook.”

Ai stood at attention and summoned up a voice from the depths of her being.

“I-I just wanted to say, I didn’t have anything to do with the globe on the second floor falling down! It was already on the floor!”

“...So you’re confessing before anyone’s even asked you about it... You’re a funny kid.”

Keira disappeared back into the kitchen, and Ai was left standing there at a loss for a good while.

“Here.”

Keira returned and plonked a tray on the counter.

“Huh? What’s this for?”

“It’s for you. You're going to eat it or not?”

Ai stood on tiptoes to peek up at the tray, and found that it was laden with freshly baked bread and a thick, rich stew.

“Oh! Thanks for the food!”

She took the tray from the counter and scurried over to a nearby table, and began to dig in.

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“That was great!”

Ai had finished the bread and stew in just a few mouthfuls, and now she was carrying the tray back into the kitchen.

“Um, Keira...you’re a really good cook…”

“Really? Well, thanks.”

Keira was sitting on a chair in the kitchen with a newspaper in front of her, and she didn’t even look up from it as she answered. She was solidly built and looked to be middle-aged, and her face always seemed to wear a slightly ironic smile.

Ai placed both hands on the counter and pushed herself up, so that she could see over it.

“I didn’t know the dead could cook so well, you know.”

Then the tray was off the counter and in the air, speeding towards her head. It connected. What shocked Ai the most as she stood there blinking in confusion wasn’t the pain of the impact, but rather that she couldn’t tell what was going on.

“Let me tell you, kid, 'You’re a really good cook' was fine by itself. You didn’t have to add that bit about the dead. D’you think that just because we’re dead doesn’t mean we’re not ''allowed'' to be good at cooking? How about we sit you down for a lecture from old Miss Keira here on cooking with science, and how we don’t need to use our senses for it, huh?”

“Ah—No—I meant—I’m really sorry!”

Ai, who had since fallen below the counter, had to push herself up again to deliver the apology.

Keira placed two cups in front of Ai, and the warm bitter fragrance of tea began to issue from them.

“Here. Have some.” 

One cup was larger than the other. After giving it a little thought, Ai decided that it would be best to be polite, so she picked up the one that looked small enough to be part of a toy set.

“Blergh!”

The tea in it was concentrated to the point of being thick, and was both scalding hot and very bitter.

“Silly, that one’s mine.”

Keira lightly removed the cup from Ai’s hand and sipped at the dark-colored liquid within.

“You've never had dehva tea<ref>デヴァ茶 / deva cha</ref> before, right?”

Ai nodded a few times in response, and began sticking out her tongue experimentally. So bitter was the tea that even now she was unable to speak.

Dehva tea was a specialty of Ortus’. The first draft that the dead took was both thick and bitter. The second, the Living Blend, was made with the used leaves of the first and was therefore half as strong. That was the blend in the larger cup that was pushed toward Ai, and which she now raised carefully to her mouth.

Keira took care of Ai as if on a whim, returning occasionally to the kitchen to check on something that was cooking in the pot. It was during one of these times that Ai addressed Keira’s turned back.

“E-Excuse me!”

“What is it?”

“Do you know where Yuri-san and Kiriko-san went?”

“If it’s the tall one you want, he left right when morning broke.”

He’d said that he had to take the car to be checked and repaired. He’d also asked where the telegraph office and drugstore were, it looked like he’d be heading there as well.

“Kiriko’s probably at work, but he’ll be back by dusk.”

“Does Kiriko-san live here?”

“Yes... Oh, but if he’s gone to the castle, it might be nighttime before he returns.”

“The castle?”

“To see the princess.”

On hearing this, Ai was reminded of when she first met Kiriko, and he’d mistaken her for a princess.

“Kiriko-san knows the princess?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I heard the princess treats him like a friend. What, didn’t he ever tell you anything about it?”

“He only said that he had to run errands all over the city...”

“That’s what he does. When he’s here he runs errands for me, and when he’s at the castle he runs them for the princess.”

Ai was so impressed that, without really noticing it, she soon slurped up all of her tea.

She returned her teacup to the counter, thanking Keira for the tea as she did so.

Then she checked the clock. It was just noon then, and there was plenty of time left in the day.

But there was nothing for her to do in that time.

Ai rested her chin on the counter, alternately watching Keira as she worked and tilting her ear to listen to the clock as it ticked away the time.

This was the first time she hadn’t had anything to do since she left the village.

“Excuse me…”

Ai couldn’t stand it much longer.

“Excuse me, can I go out into the city?”

Keira’s face took on a pained expression.

“What did the tall one say?”

“He didn’t ''say'' anything at all.”

Well, he hadn’t.

“...Then I don’t have any reason to stop you. But be careful. Ortus has been closed for nine years now, and just about everyone’s forgotten how to behave around living people like you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“But, Keira-san, you seem...perfectly normal to me.”

“I am a cook after all, so I get to see the living from time to time… Well, where’re you planning on going?”

“I saw this Mask Street on my way here yesterday, and I want to go take a look…”

“Ah, there’s good. Did you bring your permit?”

Ai flashed her new entry permit at Keira.

“If you get lost or need help, show this card to anyone nearby, preferably the ones in the shops. Also...hey, put this on.”

Keira took from a drawer an object completely incongruous with its surroundings, and handed it to Ai. 

“A mask?”

“If you’re heading to Mask Street, then of course you’re going to need one of your own! Plus, you stand out a little too much, so this’ll help you blend in a bit more."

Ai looked at the mask. It was shaped like a fox’s face and seemed filled with all the exciting mysteries of a different country, much like the group of dead they saw yesterday.

The smell of cardboard and glue flew up her nose.

“Does it look good on me?”

“Not bad, isn’t it? Let’s lower your hair now… Also, don’t wear that long coat of yours out, put on this jacket<ref>I suspect the jacket in question is a Happi coat (the Japanese just says, rather unhelpfully, はおり); but that sounds too weird in this fantasy setting. If I discover something wrong with “jacket”, later on I’ll rectify this. Alternatively, if you can translate that bit of Japanese, an edit would be very welcome.</ref> instead.

Ai’s golden hair billowed down from her shoulders to her back, a yellow blanket wrapped around her body.

She looked for all the world like a straw-hatted golden fox.

“Not bad. Now go on, it’s your debut.”

Thoroughly enjoying this, Ai barked once at Keira.

Then, she dashed out to the noonday street.

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===Part III===

Cats, horses, ''oni'', monkeys, eagles, dragons, weasels, cows, tigers, elephants, owls, men, faces dead, and faces living.

The street was packed with masks. Every wall of every building was covered and crowded with them, and not only the storeowners but shoppers strolling back and forth seemed to have grown a second face over their own. This was no fancy-dress party, and every person wore only the most normal clothes about, but their masks were so fantastical that the contrast lent the scene the surreal tint of a daydream.

Ortus had a great demand for masks.

Most of the dead modified their faces in some way or other. For the conservative, there was makeup; for the radical, facial reforming. There were many ways to be found for the dead to play with their appearances, and of them the simplest, and consequently most popular, was the use of masks.

To satisfy this need of the populace, on Mask Street shops had opened up selling masks of every shape and form, from street stalls for the inexpensive goods to luxury stores for bespoke tailoring.

The street was wide and rose on a gentle incline. Among customers here just for the masks were tourists, wandering about in search of fun, and numerous cafes had sprung up expressly for their patronage.

There, a corner off the street.

An alleyway opened off from the main road, and there a small fox crouched behind the mask stand of an abandoned stall.

As if out of its den for the first time, the fox peeked left and right from behind the stall’s sign. There was a green luster shining out from beneath the two slits of the mask, one which took anticipation and excitement and combined and doubled them into a wild synergistic mix within its owner. She stared out at the truth before her, that this almost violent swirl and flow of people, of a kind she’d never witnessed before, was composed entirely of the dead.

“Oi, Shorty.”

As if unable to watch this any longer, a young lion from the neighboring stall addressed the fox.

“You’re blocking the masks from view. If you’re not here to shop, clear off.”

The fox turned around. Her accoster was seated in front of a stall laden with the cheap kinds of masks seen everywhere else on the street, jostling for space on a rack already enlarged with the addition of a metal ladder. It looked to be just that sort of stall opened up by a craftsman yet to make it big, with mask quality varying wildly between low and high, and the amount sold depending more on how well the seller could exhort people to buy them than on how well they were made. Based on this standard, the lion’s conduct probably wouldn’t even warrant a pass. At the present moment he was sitting on a worn rug in front of the stall, so preoccupied with putting finishing touches on an unpainted mask in his hands that he ignored passing customers one and all. His words to the fox were, clearly, quite unmeant.

The fox stayed as she was, watching the lion; then she suddenly dashed out from the stand, not away as the lion expected but towards him, stopping and sitting herself down at his side.

“…Oi.”

“Ah—no—then—I’ll leave right away, it’s just…I’m a bit tired…”

It was only upon hearing this that the lion looked up from his hands and had a proper look at the fox’s mask.

His eyes widened beneath wooden slits.

“Oi, fox, where’d you get your hands on this mask?”

“This? It’s not mine. Keira-san lent it to me.”

“…Ah, was that it? I see.”

Mystery solved, the lion nodded few self-satisfied times to himself and continued on with his work, ignoring the fox seated beside him.

The fox breathed a sigh of relief at having been allowed to stay here, and wiped at beads of perspiration which had formed beneath her mask.

She was exhausted.

Ai had seen so very many new and interesting things today, and now she was content to ease her tired eyes and sit with her knees hugged to her chest, experiencing the floodlit chatter of the world around her with only her ears. There was one sound constant among the hubbub, the rough scraping of knife on wood as the lion started carving yet another mask. In her eyeshut darkness Ai felt only that this repeated sound was somehow relaxing, and her body began to loosen as a wonderful languor almost like sleep crept up on it.

Slowly, just a tiny crack, she opened her eyes and saw before her a sight as if from a dream, in which reality was as insignificant as a soap bubble<ref>Translator’s addition.</ref> and high away from the ground.

“Hey.”

Her elbow suddenly bumped into something and she raised her head: the lion had his hand out to her, and was offering her a small bag of some sort.

“…What’s this?”

“Flavor sticks. They help with tiredness.”

The sticks in the bag were made of herbs boiled down until they were soft. Ai took one and, poking it beneath the mask, placed it experimentally into her mouth.

“Woah! The mint is so strong!”

“That’s why I said they’d help.”

The lion chucked from under his mask. Ai had been shocked when the taste first hit her, block of solid freshness that it was, but now found after a bit of determined chewing that it wasn’t so bad after all. Before long, her tiredness vanished without a trace.

“I kind of feel like drinking something now. Something simple, like water—that’d match this flavor quite nicely.”

“We got nothing like that here—and besides, what if you got to go to the toilet after drinking it? We’ve got so few toilets here in Ortus that you can count them on the fingers of your hand.”

“What? Really?”

“Ain’t it obvious? The dead don’t have to eat, so they don’t have to shit either. We’re not like the living.”

At this point a somewhat unusual customer wandered in. If the proprietor of this stall was strange, this customer wasn’t far off either: the two conducted their business entirely with motions of their hands, neither saying a single word.

Ai waited patiently until the cat-faced customer departed.

“How did you know that I’m alive?”

Thanks to her straw hat, mask, and new jacket there wasn’t a single inch of her flesh which showed. By rights no casual passer-by should have been able to tell that she was alive. Unlike yesterday on the car, when she was gawked at by everyone she saw, today nobody on the streets took any notice of her.

“Your mask…”

The lion took a chewed flavor stick out from behind his mask and tossed it into a nearby bin.

“I made it for Keira-obasan back when I’d just gotten out of school.”

“Oh? So that’s how you knew?”

“…Even without the mask, the fact that you wanted a drink and were tired would’ve tipped anyone off. You’re doing a pretty bad job of hiding your identity.”

“I wasn’t trying to.”

“That’s exactly what you got to do, you idiot, or you’ll end up raising hell.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Let’s go with an example here.”

The lion tucked his chin and tilted his head, and the play of shadows on the dips and bumps of his mask coalesced into a single solid expression.

It was an expression of deepest weariness and simmering anger.

“If you were dead, and saw a living person in front of you, how’d you feel?”

“…I don’t know.”

“Okay, so with me seeing you like this, how’d do you think I feel?”

“…I don’t know.”

So the lion told her. That to say he didn’t feel envious was nothing short of a complete lie.

“Don’t go around flaunting your life in front of the dead.”

“…”

Ai nodded meekly.

“…I’m sorry.”

“You got nothing to be apologizing for…I mean, this is an issue concerning us and us only. You’re alive, we’re dead. That’s all there is to it, so don’t go feeling sorry or anything.”

Despite his words Ai remained as she was, curled unmoving in a fetal position.

Seeing her like this, the lion began jiggling his leg in discomfort; then he took the bag of flavor sticks and handed it to the fox.

“Come on, let’s turn that frown the other way round. Eat up.”

“Huh? But I’m still…”

“Ah, never mind, just take the whole thing.”

He stuffed the bag into her hand.

The lion grunted and slapped his knee in displeasure, and began to call out, as he should have many hours ago, “Cheap masks! Get ‘em cheap and get ‘em good!”. He was doing a rather bad job of it. Hearing him as he tried to solicit customers, the fox’s face broke beneath its mask into a small smile of gratitude for this man.


<span style="font-size: 200%;"><center>* * *</center></span>


As evening approached, the flow of people on the street swelled. Along with it rose the voices of the mask sellers as they worked to draw customers, and even the lion’s stall grew busier from buyers coming in and out.

And yet, in the face of this increased business, the lion was closing up.
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“You’re not selling any more, even now that business is improving?”

“It’s exactly because business is improving that I’m doing this.”

Quite matter-of-factly, the lion then added, “Because I wouldn’t be able to make masks otherwise.” Ai didn’t know whether to be dumbfounded or impressed at this.

“Well, see ya.”

The lion packed up his masks and tools and got up, and into the space he vacated immediately swarmed other mask sellers to open up their stalls.

But Ai just didn’t want to part so soon, and followed behind the lion’s rattling toolbox as he walked. He went downhill along the street, and she went with him; and he ignoring her all the way until he finally turned into a small alleyway.

“… Hey, you’ve got to be going home too.”

“I want to stay and chat with Lion-san a while longer.”

The lion turned to face her. The dimness of the alleyway fell in shades on his mask, spelling out his solid and forceful rejection even before he spoke.

“Go—home—right—now. The sun sets fast around these parts, one minute you’re watching it sink and the next it’ll be gone. Ortus at night ain’t anything quite as nice as I am.”

“…Lion-san’s not that nice anyway.”

“What’d you say?!”

“Fine, since you insist! Goodbye!”

And the fox ran off on light footsteps.

“…Huh, stupid, hell if I care.”
	
Then he sighed, and hefted up his luggage.


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“I ''said'', you should be going home now.”

A teashop on the outskirts of Mask Street.

The lion sat fuming at a second-floor table that overlooked the street, disapproval emanating from every part of his body.

“Longer! Just a little longer! I wanted to see that one!”

The fox was leaning her body over the balustrade, watching with excitement the ''Hyakki Yakou''<ref>百鬼夜行, a parade of youkai which supposedly manifests on summer nights in Japanese folklore. Obviously, this procession does not contain real ''youkai''.</ref> procession beneath. 

It was already evening.

“I’m serious, get home. You’re hungry, ain’t ya? I’ll get told off by obasan now.”

“It’s okay!”

It wasn’t as if there was anything to support that statement of hers. The lion, spent, hung his head and gave up.

The ''Hyakki Yakou''  procession on the street was originally a performing troupe. Their work was somewhere in between that of a busker and street entertainer, sometimes breathing fire and sometimes spinning magic tricks. They’d hand out fliers too, advertising in both sweet whisper and angered condemnation the ''Bolivier Apparel''<ref>ボリビエ洋品店 / boribie youhinten.</ref> clothes store. It seemed almost as if advertising was their main job and performing just an aside, but Ai had no way of confirming this.

It looked as if they quite liked being cheered on, especially if that cheering was loud. Perhaps the fox seemed particularly enthusiastic as she watched them from the second floor balcony, because troupe members would occasionally toss her flowers and release doves in her direction, and in the end four performers even stacked themselves into a human pyramid to address her at her height.

“Let’s buy go some purchaseable intelligence now! The Narle<ref>ナーレ / naare.</ref> Mask shop, at your service!

“R-Right! At my service!”

The fox took the fliers, and the performers immediately broke apart, leaving the air empty but for the clangor of the street.

But Ai continued to look upon it, as if something remained there that only she could see. And after a while, she took the flier and folded it carefully on the table.

“You don’t have to treat it like that. It ain’t some national treasure or anything, y’know.”

“I want to!”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry, I’ll just mind my own business, then.”

The fox couldn’t fit the flier into her pocket, so she took everything out to sort them. There were the flavor sticks she’d received from the lion, and along with them some bitter-flavored sweets she hadn’t had to chance to examine and hairpins with little decorations attached. All had been given to her for free.

The lion glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and began to speak to himself in a tone which conveyed a fervent and exasperated desire to sigh.

“…I knew it. I’ve known it from back when I was just a little kid, running around causing trouble for others. Someone me would only ever have the very worst of luck…”

“Did you say something?”

“Nothin’ at all”, the lion replied, before lapsing in to a silence and wondering why he’d gotten himself into a situation like this.


Back at his residence after returning directly from the teashop, the lion suddenly remembered that he was going to buy brushes on the way home. This really was nothing more than a task forgotten, and if it had been any other day he would have gone straight back out with a tut and a shake of his head. But today he found himself looking for excuses. He told himself that it wouldn’t matter if he bought it the next day, and forced himself to sit himself down and continue his work.

But he was restless.

Though the work of his hands was one that called for concentration, the lion found himself imagining quite easily the little fox, lost on the paths of Mask Street. The more he mulled over them the more fantastical the scenes in his mind became, until corpse-hustling toughs and wizened crones out to kidnap children began to surround the fox of his imagination.

The second time he slipped up drawing lines on a mask’s cheek, he made up his mind. He flung a ferocious streak of red across his lion’s mask and dashed out of the door. Looking very much like a real lion, his eyes blazed apart the darkness of the alleys, arcing golden trails in the throbbing air.

Night fell deeply, and the crowds waxed in even greater number. There was another stall now where the lion’s stood in the day, and its owner reported seeing no such fox come by. Untiringly, the lion immediately left and began running along the uphill road, describing the fox to those people he knew whom he passed, asking them to look out for her as well. He had just prepared himself to find her even if it meant overturning the whole of the Ortus nightscape, when there she was before him.

She was in the Gorius<ref>ゴリアス / goriasu</ref> Mask Store, one of the larger and more famous ones on Mask Street. Its owner was Gorius of a Thousand Faces, a man advanced in his age and just as well-known as his store. And she was sitting in his lap, his hand running along her head and patting her golden hair.

The lion hurriedly wiped his mask clean from its badly made-up state and, with profuse apology, approached the fox. Across the vastness of the city and its numberless streets, he had managed to meet with her again.

It was a meeting of vain and hollow joy.

Thinking that this was an opportunity he might never have again, the lion had thanked Gorius humbly for looking after her. Then he had taken the chance to ask him, if he wouldn’t mind, to remember his name.

And Gorius’ response had been one typical of his character.

“A lion does not borrow the authority of a fox.”<ref> This is a play on an idiom about faking authority for personal gain, in which a fox tries to convince a tiger of his might. They walk through a forest, and all the animals they meet shy away. The fox explains this as the animals all being afraid of him; but of course, the reader knows that they are in reality afraid of the tiger. Here, Gorius is berating the lion for trying to use his connection to the fox (his false authority) to gain a business partner.</ref>
	
The words had fallen like the lash of a whip. Beaten, the lion scrambled, stumbled, ran up and away and out of sight. The fox started then: refusing the invitation to stay from the much-survived<ref>Literally, “who had survived numerous battles”.</ref> old man, she took off without the barest hint of hesitancy in the direction the droop-tailed lion had gone when he ran away.

The lion couldn’t remember very well what had happened afterwards. All he knew was that he had told the fox, again and again, to return home.

Perhaps the fox didn’t notice the lion’s dejection: she stayed excitably by his side, talking, pointing, annoying him to no end.

The lion rested his chin on a balustrade, and looked down at hubbub he’d years ago already grown accustomed to.

There was something new there, something unfamiliar which he’d never seen there before.

“It’s the Princess.”

“Huh?”

“There, the ‘brand new comedy-tragical drama’ from Silver Ring Theatres<ref>銀環劇場 / ginkan gekijou, if you can’t stand a literal translation</ref>, ''Koroshiohake and the Princess of the Dead''. They probably don’t have government authorization, with a title as risky as that.”

There was a young woman sitting on a palanquin where the lion pointed. Her cheeks were painted crimson and her skin powdered white as snow. She had clearly been made up to resemble one of the living, but surely the princess wouldn’t wear makeup as heavy as this.

Nor would she be anywhere near as sociable.

“Brand new plot! Brand new plot! A whole new story to add to the Ortus mythos! A brand new comedy-tragical drama from Silver Ring Theatres! Hello, ladies and gentlemen! I’m Amietta!<ref>アミエッタ / amietta</ref> I’ve been lucky enough to be picked for the female lead for this production! Please keep supporting me, everyone!

The woman handed out fliers from the palanquin in a friendly and intimate manner.

“They shouldn’t even be doin’ this. Hey! You! Joke of an actor!”

The lion suddenly gave a great bellow, making the fox jump from her chair in shock.

“What kinda shit princess you trying to be? Looks no different from any country girl I know!”

The woman looked around for the speaker before spotting the lion and glaring straight at him as she spoke.

“What do you want, you joke of a mask maker? Got a problem with our interpretation? Bad news: the classy kind of princess that weirdoes<ref>The nuance is more similar to “otaku”, in both the not-talking and in the pervertedness.</ref> like you want is just the kind we won’t do! If you like fairy tales that much, why don’t you go sleep with a storybook under your pillow?”

The lion immediately raised his hands in surrender. Throwing down a “Shut the hell up, bitch!” as a parting shot, he retreated to the rear of the balcony.

“So what if I’m a bitch? Everyone! Do you like me tight, or do you like me loose?

The woman flapped up the hem of her dress in a provocative motion, baring to view her smooth white legs. Watching men began to hoot at the sight, transforming her into an instant celebrity, and fliers disappeared into the crowd with the speed of flight.

“That’s Belivera<ref>ベリベラ/ beribera</ref>. We were classmates.”

The lion was sprawled on a table, looking for all the world like a joke of a man.

“Her dream was to act a leading role in the Enkinza<ref>炎金座 / enkinza</ref> Troupe.”

He gazed at the dancing princess on the street with faraway eyes.

“—She even said that, when she did, she’d wear one of my masks onstage.”

“That’s awesome!”

“Yeah, and she also said, ‘Make sure you become the best mask maker in the whole of Ortus.’ Huh, who’d she think she was?”

“That’s tough…”

“It was alright, but…”

Under the slanting lamplight, the lion’s mask seemed to smile with a grim ferocity.

“It ''was'' my dream, after all.”

Then he added, in a low voice, “And it’s not like it was anything special of a dream.”

And there was a quiet applause.

“That’s amazing.”

He turned, saw Ai gently clapping her hands.

“You’re really cool, Lion-san.”

“Don’t clap, you idiot. Stop it.”

The fox, gazing on the lion with excited eyes, ignored him.

“Jeez…You, what dreams ''you'' got?”

“My dream?”

“Yeah.”

“Eh—No—That’s…”

The fox was suddenly flustered and tongue-tied.

“Will you…laugh at me, after hearing it?”

“Don’t plan to.”

“Or get scared away?”

“…Your dream’s one that scares people away?”

The fox hemmed and hawed for a little while, then picked up her courage and, a little tentatively, spoke.

“I want to save the world.”

“Oh?”

He didn’t laugh, didn’t draw away in shock or fear or contempt. He accepted this answer of hers with a quiet respect. But his craft hadn’t been advanced enough to depict emotions on masks: seeing no change on the lion’s expressionless features, the fox worriedly asked him:

“Y-You don’t think it’s weird?”

“Nah. What, did you get laughed at for it before?”

“Um, I told Kiriko about it, and he said ‘What a foolish dream’…”

“Him, huh…”

The lion’s tone had abruptly changed.

“Don’t take what that idiot says seriously…”

In his words was an undercurrent of rage which he couldn’t conceal. Ai heard it, and didn’t say anything more.

Right away the lion realized that he’d soured the mood and wanted to talk about something nicer, but the words wouldn’t come. Ai turned her gaze back to the street, faking an interest on the proceedings below.

The lion gave up on talking. He’d make Kiriko pay for it later.

This was all his fault.


<span style="font-weight: 400;">"On Saturday, the dying God gave a certain human the power to correct the world."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko said this in a gentle tone, coaxingly.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"And that person is you, Ulla."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">He looked over at her and found that the usual response had indeed made Ulla pout again. She tightened her tiny chin and her white cheeks puffed out. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Kiriko felt a little calmer at the sight of her cute face.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"If you stay here, you can save the world."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The Princess said she did not do anything herself.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"You don't have to do anything, God didn't give you the power to test you …Ulla, you just need to study, eat, and live your day to day life, and the world will slowly be saved."</span>

<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even if I'm just playing? Just eating a snack? Just sleeping?</span></i>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Of course. But Ulla, you have to be careful, you can save the world if you live, but not if you die…Think back to the end of that paragraph—on Sunday, the world was saved. You have to hide in the safety of the Palace and just wait for the coming Sundays. Everyone will protect you, and of course I will. So…"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko let out a long sigh.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I absolutely forbid you to go out."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">This made Ulla rebellious, and she did not say anything all day.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">It was evening by the time Kiriko returned to the streets after his work in the City. The already somewhat feeble early spring sun intended to set early, and turned red beyond the outer walls.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Woah, it's cold."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Once he stood beyond the City walls, Kiriko buttoned up the top button of his shirt. It was so cold that he regretted not putting on a scarf to go out, wearing only a plain white shirt, a dark blue blazer and pants of the same color, and clearly he was not warm enough.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko rubbed his hands against his exposed cheeks and neck to keep warm, and from time to time, he tidied his light blue hair that had shrunk due to the strong wind.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Then he looked up at the castle he had just walked out of.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko looked at the spire, smiled slightly, and said.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I'll see you tomorrow, Princess."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The bus arrived.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The dilapidated bus went through all the ramps of Ortus, and when it braked, it made a puffing sound, as if it was gasping for breath.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko showed his pass to the driver, and boarded the bus. The steel armrests were so cold that they seemed to suck away body heat.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko felt the vibration of the engine under the wooden floor and kept his eyes on the spire outside the window. As he began to sleep, the bus finally left.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The bus ferried Kiriko out of the Palace, severing some of the loneliness he felt.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The bus continued to ferry and release people as it drove downhill, and it did not take long to reach the bus stop at Main Street. Usually, Kiriko would have sat all the way to the dormitory near the end of the line, but Keyla had asked him to assist with the shopping on this day, so he disembarked.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The street lights were already on. The long, cold soles of boots could be seen dancing on the stone pavement, along with the alien shadows of the Dead.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Most of the dead had a declining appetite for sleep, and some did not sleep for a whole year. The nights in Ortus were very long, and the people love the moonlight, as befitting of the inhabitants of the land.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko walked along the road, greeting people he was acquainted with from time to time. When someone asks, "How is Princess doing?" He would reply, "She's doing well, and seems to be getting prettier." When a friend asked, "Do you want to come and play?" He replied, "Maybe next time."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Brother, you’re sleazy to be able to go into the Palace any tme."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Sleazy ~~!"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I-I have work to do …"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The Ugul siblings grabbed Kiriko’s legs and dragged them to the front of the grocery store, and they only let go once they were hit on the head by their mother.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The lady apologized profusely, and Kiriko added a few ingredients to her order and put them in a bag. He declined the lady's offer to help with the delivery and made his way to the end of the street.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Then he turned around and looked at Ortus.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The hazy lights of the Palace were visible beneath the night sky. The Main Street extending from there had its lights lit too, one by one, giving color.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Everyone was smiling in this scene.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko felt happy too, and then he spotted something amiss, so he had a closer look.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">(The mask on the street…is that Belibella? Heh…she’s playing the Princess?)</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Once he saw his classmate sit on the palanquin happily, Kiriko also inadvertently leaned over.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Instead, an unexpected voice was heard.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Ah! It's Mr. Kiriko."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The little golden fox ran across the street and stopped in front of him.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…Hold on, Ai?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"What hold on? It's me."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai said and quickly quickly lifted the mask, revealing the watery Living face, Kiriko hurried to help her put the mask back on.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Why are you staying out here so late at night!? You should have someone with you, right!?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Don't worry! I'm with Mr. Lion! Look!"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko was wondering who the lion was, and looked in the direction Ai was pointing, but only saw the alleyway was dark.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The darkness opened its mouth.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">(Hey, fox, you go back with this kid, I don't care.)</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko heard this voice.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…Shad?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">(No, I'm Mr. Lion—I'm leaving then.)</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Ah, Mr. Lion, please wait! We'll see you tomorrow!"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai energetically said goodbye to him.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The darkness listened, and came to a sudden stop.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">(…Like I’ll be seeing you tomorrow. Don’t come back.)</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I won't listen, I'll come back."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">(… Don't joke about it.)</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I'm not joking."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">(…)</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The darkness seems to have made up its mind.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">(…Looks like you’re not going to listen to me …)</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">—A hand came out of the darkness and slapped Ai.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The fox mask rolled a few times in the alley, revealing a bright face that the dead would never have.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Hey, Shad! What are you doing!"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">(Shut up, you conman.)</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai slowly teared up and reached out to rub her cheeks.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…It hurts."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">(Get out of this city while you're still in pain … and go back to Living where you belong with happy memories.)</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The mask that rolled to the boundary between light and darkness showed a sharp outline and then faded into the darkness.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">(You don't know the dark side of Ortus.)</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The night said this, and nothing more.</span>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">†</span></p>
<span style="font-weight: 400;">Beneath the sporadic electric lights, the two of them chatted while going back to the dormitory. But this so-called conversation was mostly Ai talking. No one asked her anything as she happily told Kiriko about the day's events. How she met the lion, how she was separated and reunited with him, and also there was the troupe of demons and monsters.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"And then Mr. Lion was so scared that he kept apologizing to Mr. Goliath. It was really unbearable! He definitely doesn’t know that the old grandfather hates that kind of attitude."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The two of them trekked down the stone path with the sound of clicking footsteps. This area used to be a school district, but since it closed a year ago, it has been in the middle of the urban renewal area, and the whole street was full of empty houses.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">They did not encounter anyone on the way, and they kept passing their shadows under the passing street lamps. Ai's shadow, unlike Kiriko's, was jumping around from time to time, looking very happy.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I think Mr. Lion should be a little more thorough in being strict. He’ll be cooler."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"… Oh, heh, I see …"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">She had been talking about Mr. Lion, or Shad, since the beginning.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko did not know how to answer, and mumbled vaguely. Incidentally, Ai's maskless face had the little mark of a slap imprinted on it. Ai did not say anything about it, but she did not seem to be pretending that it was not there.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…Ai, you think Shad is nice?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I don't know Shad, but I really like Mr. Lion."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Uh, but, he hit you …"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I'd be lying if I said I didn't care, but I really don't… I think he definitely felt he had to do it."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…………Well, you’re really calm…"</span>

<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Is that so? </span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai said, looking a little embarrassed,</span>

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<span style="font-weight: 400;">" I've spent some time with someone who uses violence as a bargaining tool. A slap or two isn’t a big deal."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I-is that so…"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"By the way, that guy is my dad."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">What would be the best response?</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Mr. Lion was a little like Dad!"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko did not know how to answer, but Ai seemed very happy, so he just said, "T-that's nice."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Yes, I'm glad."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"You're glad!? …You're really weird …"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"W-why do you say that all of a sudden? How rude."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"How so? You’re really a very strange Living. you came to the city of the Dead by yourself and made friends.  A normal Living would have a dislike for the Dead."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko has seen Living in the past, and whether they were businessmen or officials, many of them were particularly insistent. Some would not enter the houses, and insist on doing business outside; some people would not eat Keyla’s food even though they were in the dormitory; some would lecture him haughtily just because they were still alive, thinking that they were the only ones who were right; some people were so bad-mouthed that they would say with a dated ethic that had been expired for more than fifteen years: "When people are dead, they should not wander around, they should go into the grave and not cause trouble for the rest of the people.. You should ask gravekeepers to bury your brains before they rot and start 'acting out'." Kiriko was so used to such habits that he did not bother to get angry.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai instantly put away her naive look, looked ahead and said,</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"After all, I was raised by the Dead."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The realization and shock came to Kiriko's mind at the same time, and his throat was stuck, rendering him speechless.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"So, that's how it is? Where did you live before?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"It's destroyed."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ugh.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"That’s…………sorry, I don’t know what to say…"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"By the way, my dad destroyed it."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I’ve been trying my best not to retort, but I can't take it anymore! What the hell is your dad up to?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai looked at the third streetlight in front of her and said.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"That can't be helped. Everyone was very nice to me, but there was a side to the village that I didn’t know of, that hides the 'evil' that would kill people…it was a matter of time until everything got revealed…"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"And then my dad died too."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">A bug circled around the lamp alone at this time of year, then fell to the ground and died, almost as if it could not bear the loneliness and committed suicide.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Not wanting to step on the bug's carcass, the duo naturally pulled apart. They then continued to maintain this distance.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Say, Mr. Kiriko."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"What is it?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"What is this 'dark side of Ortus' Mr. Lion speaks of?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko cursed out at Shad on the stone path before saying,</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"… Who knows? Ortus isn’t a perfect city, so of course there are all kinds of problems. If he’s just talking about the dark side, who knows? Like our diplomacy never goes smoothly, and the world situation is changing every minute. If you take a closer look, you will see that there are always Dead who ‘act up’, and on the other hand 'spirited', and on the contrary, the 'Dead who are lifeless' is also a problem. There are a lot of problems when you think about it."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"That's true. </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">I can think of a lot of problems quite easily</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko fell silent.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"You’re not telling me …?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai lowered her head sadly and pushed back the hair that had fallen on her cheek.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">They came to an old street lamp. Only here was the light was extraordinarily weak, and the color of dusk was rich.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I …"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai opened her mouth naturally.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I'm a gravekeeper."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"………Huh?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The light bulb flickered.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Technically, I'm a hybrid born between a gravekeeper and human, and I'm lying about my age, but I'm actually twelve. Mom's name is Alfa, Dad's name is Kizuna, Julie is Dad's friend, and Miss Scar is the gravekeeper I met."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Wa-wait! Wait a sec!"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko stopped in his tracks and looked at every corner of the street. No one else was there.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…Is it true?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"It's true."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai's eyes remained natural, and there was nary a tinge of deceit.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"… Why are you telling me this…"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Nothing in particular."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"… You're lying. You’re definitely up to something."</span>

<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">You’re always like this, Mr. Kiriko. </span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai was a bit dumbfounded and said.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I’m not planning anything, I just thought I'd better tell you first."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…I can't believe that."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"That's not my responsibility."</span>

<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Please do something about it, so </span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai said and started walking towards the bright place.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko was almost left behind, so she jogged to follow.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Ortus doesn't allow gravekeepers to exist! If someone tips off the police, you'll be killed and stuck upside down in the grave!"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"You're not going to tell on me?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko's footsteps suddenly stopped, and Ai followed suit.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko scratched the back of his head hard.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai looked at it and smiled. Her smile infuriated Kiriko so thoroughly that he just wanted to pull her cheeks.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Ouch! Bud lar uu dwing!?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Shut up, or I'll hit you harder—ouch!"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai aimed a kick at Kiriko's shin. The cheek was pinched on the top, but a sharp kick was thrown from the bottom.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"What are you doing…"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko cursed, flicked her on the forehead, and took a step forward. Ai followed suit, rubbing her cheeks.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai said she just wanted to tell Kiriko, and she did not say anything more, but just walked forward in silence.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko was the one who could not stand the silence at first.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…Now I know why you say you want to save the world…although I don’t agree with that."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">What Ai handed to him was too heavy, and his words contained what seems like a reactionary anger.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Let me ask you a question…what do you mean by saving the world, specifically?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai stopped rubbing her cheeks.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Tell me, is there a Dead in the world you want, and is there a place for the Dead?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"No…"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai answered him honestly, without any deception.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I think the simplest way to save the world is to return the world to 15 years ago, when someone was born and the Dead would die. Although I don't know how to achieve it yet, but I think I just need to move towards this goal."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Is there a Dead in the world you're talking about? Is there a city that exist for the Dead? Is there a parade of demons and monsters at night, and everyone laughing and having fun?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"… No."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai looked down at the stone road.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I just hope the Dead can all meet the 'happy ending' …"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"What and what?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko did not hide his contemptuous tone.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Who decides what is a 'happy ending'? The person himself, right? You say you're going to help everyone get a happy ending? Hmph? I'm sorry. If someone's wish is to 'die after destroying the world to be happy', will you also help them?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…I won’t."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"That's a strange answer. You’re contradicting yourself. You clearly distinguish between those who you want to help and those who you don't. What do you mean by 'happy ending', when in the end it's just a happy ending 'in your opinion'?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai could not answer.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Ortus has simply stopped praying for </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">endings</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…I see."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"You've seen how people live in the city, right? We're already happy."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…I understand…"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Hmph, I think you haven’t thought about it. You never even thought there would be such a group of people who died, continued to live and adapted to this world."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"………Yes…"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"It's great to want to save the world, but have you asked the world first? Did the world ever ask you to save it?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"...……No."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai was completely overwhelmed. With her head down and tears in her eyes, she just walked on, not even looking at Kiriko.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko knew that he went overboard, but the words of reproach kept coming out of his heart.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…I understand your situation. Your life was so miserable before, and it's no wonder that you have such an exaggerated dream. But, frankly, you can't carry it."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…………………"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Why don't you just give up on saving the world?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai sniffled and stopped talking, and Kiriko too fell silent. He said what he wanted to, and there was nary a tinge of spite left.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The dejected girl walked next to Kiriko, her head down to a point where her expression was not visible, and her blonde hair looked lifeless in the weak light of the street lamp.Kiriko scratched the back of his head, wondering why he bothered to rile her like this. He did not understand why he had said those overly harsh words. Usually, even when he met Living who were sarcastic or pretentious, he was able to handle it very well, no matter what they said.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But for some reason, after hearing Ai's words, he could not hold back any longer.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko sighed deeply and was about to say, "I'm sorry, I went too far."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But Ai was one step ahead.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"… But, Mr. Kiriko, I won't give up."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">She lifted her gaze.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"… Why?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko asked.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Because I've decided that I can't give up until I do."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…I see. Well, whatever makes you happy."</span>

<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Yes! As I like!</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;"> Ai said, and then she looked up at at Kiriko with a prying eye, looking coy for some reason.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Then I’ll do as I please then …I have a little something to ask you, Mr. Kiriko …"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko had a hunch that it was best to run away on the spot.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Please don't run."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">He had only taken one step forward when his sleeve was grabbed by Ai.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">He did not have to turn around to realize that her green eyes were glowing with curiosity.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Mr. Kiriko, why are you alive?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai wrapped her left and right hands around his arm as though she was climbing a rock, and appeared right in front of him.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko himself ate, drank, went to the toilet, and slept.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">These are the reactions of Living, and this is the city of the dead.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Say, why?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko averted his eyes from the green ones, as if she was too dazzling.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…What? Are you denying my existence …?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Please don't move the goalposts. Why are you the only one who can live in the city of the dead?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko should have hated this. He hated it when someone grabbed his hand like that, came up to him, stared into his eyes, pretended to be familiar with him, imposed her past onto him, and barged into his heart without permission.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">However…</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">At this point, he did not feel the need to nitpick about that.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I'm a Dead."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…Hohooo …"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai did not refute and accepted the answer.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…I've never explained it to anyone, so I'm just going to say what they told me, is that okay?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"? Yes, of course …"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">So he said.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">—There used to be five people of different genders, ages and upbringing, but they just got along and lived happily together. They also had a very happy vision of the future, imagining that some of them would get married and have children join the circle.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">But then the world ended. The five remained as five, and the circle was closed.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The five of them did not like this, so they went to the witch.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">They wanted a descendant who would inherit them.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">So the witch said.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"If you really wanted children, your wish would have come true already."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">They, of course, retorted, saying that they really wanted to have children.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Is that so? But, unfortunately, since the wish didn't come true, that's all there is to it. So all I can do is to twist your wishes to make them come true."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The five of them said that even so.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The witch immediately took the right eye of Vuella, the left eye of Orius, the heart of Diva, the phallus of Wreck, and the sheath of Pox, and then took a sufficient amount of bones, flesh, and brains from all of them.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">The five of them died immediately.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">And the parts that were taken out were put together to make the sixth person.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;"> </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"That's me."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko took a step forward, as if to emphasize the end of the story.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"And of these five people, you met Wreck and Pox and, right? Together with Diva, Orius and Vuella, the six of us are called the 'Defective Pentagram'."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai was so shocked that she closed her mouth that could not stop talking, and followed behind Kiriko, stepping on the new shadow from the new streetlight.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"No one knew what the result of such an attempt would be, but I heard that it was successful. Perhaps the ingredients used were alive, I act like a Living even though I’m a Dead. I have to eat, use the bathroom, and most intriguingly, even the gravekeepers don't seem to recognize me as Dead, so I'm not buried and I can walk outside freely."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"… But doesn't that mean you're a reborn Living?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"No, it doesn't. I was </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">made</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;"> thirteen years ago. My appearance back then was already fourteen…but my body has only grown a year or so every ten years since then."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"? Then how old are you Kiriko?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…Seventeen or eighteen, I think—it's just that five of them thought I was younger."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">It seemed they really thought of Kiriko as their own child, and that child would never grow up in the eyes of his parents.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…By the way, why did the remaining five, that is, Pox and the others, turn out to be half and half like that?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I heard it's to complement the missing parts."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"? Since they’re Dead, it doesn't matter if some parts are missing, right?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Well, everyone thinks so too…so they say it's only the witch who wants to do that."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai stammered, unable to speak.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"She's going too far …"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I heard it was too much, and it seemed no one wants to think about the witch, so I don't know the details…hmm?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"What's wrong?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko suddenly frowned and stopped in his tracks.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Well…you already know, so I won't act anymore. Wreck is contacting me."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Eh?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"After all, our brains are blended together. Their brains can connect to me individually."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai was dumbfounded.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"He said the Living sent a representative to negotiate."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…What's going to happen to them?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"He said they’re going to discuss this next. Well~~ and also conditions like aid and such. Sounds tiring."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ackk~ Ai gave a rude reaction.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Don't you feel disgusted by this?…I feel like throwing up just imagining it."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"I got used to it…for thirteen years."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">He said and stepped forward again.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">There were not many steps left in the road, and the lights of the dormitory could be seen ahead.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Well, hurry back. Aunty is waiting."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Ooh, there's something I want to ask …"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Ueeh? What?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"Yes, I want to ask you which tea stores you recommend, because I also plan to go shopping tomorrow!"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"…What’s that about?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"What do you—what are you talking about?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"That’s what you ask after I just asked?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"???? Is it weird?"</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Kiriko hung his? head and glanced at the green eyes that were lower than him.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">"You're a weird kid."</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai kicked him in the shin.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;"> </span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Eagerly waiting for her later in the dormitory were Keyla, who had become a hell jailer, and Julie, who had turned into a beast.</span>

<span style="font-weight: 400;">Ai thought she nearly died.</span>
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 The lion gave up on talking. He’d make Kiriko pay for it later.
-After all, it was all Kiriko’s fault.
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-===Interlude: Kiriko and Ulla===
-On Monday, God created the world.
-On Tuesday, God took a fatal blow and died.
-On Wednesday, the Devil was victorious, and cursed the world.
-On Thursday, the curse spread throughout the world.
-On Friday, God perished together with the Devil.
-And on Saturday—