Mob Yandere

Chapter 183-2-rev

Chapter 183-2-rev

[Part 2/4]

"That's not the issue."

Unpleasant memories flashed in my mind, and I shook them off, reminding myself that this wasn't the time for that. Then I touched the cold, white neck of the princess... and turned to the hummingbird.

'Servant. What's wrong?'

"I have a question. The princess and I are just performers, right?"

'Yes, that's correct. Why?'

"So, what happens to the existence of our roles?"

'...'

The silence in response to my question was an answer that was too clear.

"...I see. Our souls aside, our bodies are pulled from somewhere starting from this time. They are beings that originally existed in this world. Is that right? That's how it is, right, Shiro?"

I'm pursuing the hummingbird and Shiro. There's no response. The hummingbird has an emotionless face, while Shiro looks miserable and stays silent. Botan aside... Shiro, you understand and are keeping quiet, right? Please bear with it.

The princess and I are like players controlling this body using someone else's power. If this body dies, it's just a game over for us. But the owner of this body is Shiro's mother!

"It's not just killing a role. It will really mean killing your mother. Is that okay?"

"Th-That..."

I confront Shiro with this fact again. Shiro trembles. She's scared, faced with the reality she was trying to escape. That was the proof.

"If it can be changed, you want to change it. You want to save her. ...Right?"

"...!"

It was a quiet gasp of disbelief. The white fox stared at me with a mix of anxiety, confusion, fear, and a hint of hope in her eyes.

Ah. Yes. That's right. This technique is definitely out of control. However, it's likely that this technique reads the caster's subconscious. That's why it set up this role. It chose the princess as her mother instead of a random villager. It was obsession. By changing the mother's choices, she wanted to change fate.

'Such a pointless sentiment. In the correct history, she has long been dead, you know? For us, it's just a past event. What is there to hesitate about? Or have you been blown by a cowardly wind?'

A cold accusation came from the hummingbird, sharp like a spear. It was unpleasant, as if to say, 'Why are you hesitating over this?' It was a correct judgment, a reasonable argument. But...

"That's a terrible thing to say. You want me to kill the parents in front of her daughter?"

'After all, this is just a dream. a little garden cut out from the flow of time. It's just a branch separated from the river of time. The past. An event that has ended.'

"But in the end, it all merges together. It gets incorporated into the great river of time and is redefined, right?"

'Are you talking about rewriting history? Like a copycat of Hakutaku? That's ridiculous, isn't it?'

"Just think about it. If it's rewriting... it's probably already been done many times."

They say that the flap of a butterfly's wings can cause a storm on the other side of the world. The time that Shiro cut out easily spans 5 or ten years. Even if it's just a small part of a remote village, the impact, if you consider even the smallest details, must be significant.

'Hey, don't get up on your own.'

"Guggh?!"

Despite being in a fantasy, I endure the indescribable pain and try to get up. I'm kicked in the feet and fall back into the snow. Her beautiful legs, adorned with tabi socks, trample on me. The pressure is strong...!!?

"Guggh, fyu... Ha, ha... I have a proposal for you. Would you be interested...?"

'A proposal? Hmm, sure. ...Take-it-easy~♪'

"Ugh...!?"

The black fox smiled seductively. At the same time, her beautiful legs were pushed into my chest. The sound of my bones cracking, like a massage, was heard. Rib fracture, no, it looks even worse. The total number of broken bones is probably at least a dozen. I let out a breath and scream, unable to utter a sound.

'You, a mere monkey, trying to negotiate with me? How arrogant, don't you think? Do you think you're in a position to be asked for such a thing?'

She laughed, looking down on me and seductively mocking me. Her beautiful, yet hideous, face scorned and ridiculed me.

If it were a footjob play, she would be the perfect opponent, but reality is not so kind. My breathing is being suppressed, and my lungs, struggling to breathe, are desperate to form words. I make another proposal.

"That's right, it's a negotiation. Would you at least listen to my offer? It's not a bad deal...!?"

As I began my sales pitch, gasping for breath, more pressure was applied. My lungs were screaming. My lung sacs were being crushed as I was trampled. I can't exhale. I can't inhale. I'm suffocating...

'Hahahahaha, what a wonderful instrument! It plays such a beautiful melody. ...Don't you think so, my dear little sister who will become my step-sister?'

"...!!"

The black fox laughed heartily, and then turned around, still trampling on me. She looked at the white fox with a smile. The white fox, who had escaped this time, was terrified, but she summoned her courage and called out to her step-sister.

"Kurorei... Step-sister."

'Hehe. So this is the time you cut out. It's only temporary, right? ...It must be quite a long time ago? What instructions did you receive to come to this time?'

The black fox, who had a vague idea of the white fox's true identity and the truth of this time, now had a certainty about it. It seems she thinks this altered time, isolated by this technique, was ordered by her future self.

"Step-sister... Please! Niisama... I mean, Tomobe-san, don't do that!"

'Is that an order?'

"Th, that is...!!"

The black fox's cold response to the white fox's plea, which was close to a plea. The cold aura she exuded made the white fox unable to speak. Her words stopped. Her breath stopped. Her thoughts stopped. The step-sister was taken aback.

'Don't keep quiet. Not being able to think on your feet is a disgrace for a fox? ...You can't do this, can you? Is that magnificent nine-tailed fox just an ornament? Why did I send such a fool?'

The black fox was confused, shaking her head. The white fox's reaction was apparently a failing grade. Her future self, who had ordered this altered and isolated time, seemed to be wondering about her own judgment and intentions.

"Hah!"

I laughed at that ridiculous sight. I coughed up blood while laughing loudly. Immediately, I was choked by a crushing pressure in my chest.