When Demon Child Become Human
␑| Thank You

The stack of books on the right; the rest of the books did not escape on the left, it had really become a habit of continuing to record like the advice of Fate. However, it had exhausted five thick-sized books with words, still my head was in a mess.

Because of so many events, which happened first? Was I born twice? Reincarnation? Haaah, confusing.

The head still feels empty and this is really disturbing, both for me; and others. EVE even said she would keep an eye on me, but how? Because it doesn't feel anything at all. Maybe through Heart Core? I don't know, too confused for all this. I leaned against the club's dining table bench to stick my legs straight ahead.

How long does my head go on like this? From the past, it never seemed right.

Immediately I lifted up the height of one book that I had been using; noticed the sentence in it that was long and later slanted, because the hands were getting tired of writing when this was only the sixth book. How not? Chaotic memory, I'm being relieved of duty. However, choose to spend all the time in the club to write non-stop.

A few days had passed and the situation in the Vaughan organization was still in mourning, but amazingly they could use it to step forward - much busier than before. The club is also very quiet, just me.

It is said that we should not waste the struggle of fallen friends. Although the Centru region did not lose too many members compared to Eother, we still lost five Disciplinary disciples; many of the Execution, seniors and staff were also killed.

I took a deep breath and placed the book on the table to return to writing. Suddenly there was a creaking of an open door-uh, who? I looked at the clock and it was still three in the afternoon, not yet the time for most people to go home. Then I slightly jutted towards the door to peek, about who went home first?

Because this space was so quiet, the sound of footsteps was so clearly heard, slowly approaching in this direction until the perfect figure of the person who came; making me surprised until the eyelids opened wide. "Fate? Why is it here?"

"Can't I come to my own club?" he answered with a flat face as usual.

"Aaaah, no. Nothing is forbidden, just unusual."

"Just because it's unusual doesn't mean I never came. You're the only one who's never been to a club."

Did ya? I try to remember ... he? Why did something else appear? Wait a minute, I was able to sit and look at the tree for decades. In the past, was I not tired and hungry? Wait a minute, that's not the problem! God, the head really can't work together.

I chose to grab a pile of books on the side, if not the wrong part about the club I brought .. here it is! Directly open and flip the sheets inside; the soot eyes sweep each line of words. And this stinks my mind.

"Right, I'm rarely at the club myself."

Hearing that, Fate snorted and walked towards the kitchen. Seems quite exhausted, I asked, "You're still busy?"

"... Disciplinary left four people, certainly very busy. From the beginning we were few, coupled with the loss of five people in charge, the work that should be for nine people was taken over by only four people. That's why I want to rest in the clubroom for a while. Looks like tonight the whole Disciplinary is gonna be overtime again."

"Ah, so. If it's like this, I'm afraid to go out. Like yesterday, I feel depressed. So it's been here all day."

I saw Fate start taking drinks in the kitchen and sitting on a dining table chair nearby. Slowly, he drank the mineral water and leaned against the bench, then closed his calm eyes. Unimaginable what busy Discipline with students left four people-eh, by the way the memory that was noteworthy. The original world problem. I'm back to writing.

Soaring silent contact made an awkward feeling meet. I was wrong to say no?

When she glanced at him a little, the girl was still sitting quietly. Maybe very tired? Like other members.

After the massive attack, I just went through scanning because there were basically no heavy injuries. Fate .. Is he okay?

"On yesterday, are you okay? I mean when we were alone with Tiamat, you were silent."

"It's okay" he replied, "Only .. The memory of how Arthur died came back, and Tiamat used that memory to attack me by repeating it continuously in my head. Until you break it."

For a moment, Fate slightly exhaled. "But after smashing one head, I feel a lot better."

Ah, how Fate smashed one of Tiamat's heads was terrible. Then I laughed dryly. "Yes, that one is so creepy. I mean, how did you smash Tiamat-ah's head, remind me not to make you angry anymore."

The girl raises both shoulders while tilting her head, then checks the phone. Perhaps checking out other Disciplinary conditions? Or outside, I don't know. I continued writing. "But I'm glad to be able to help you there, because I don't know what to do. Tiamat was too brutal to play my head until I really couldn't think until now."

"It is actually the words that inspire me and awaken me."

I smiled a little at Fate saying that. "really? At that moment I also realized something. I feel relieved it turns out that my memory is not me who erased it, meaning though painful .. can still accept it."

Basically, I don't want to lose those memories. They are all so precious. Only the excruciating pain made me end up desperate and choosing to forget.

Apparently, it's not like that.

Although I did not turn my head because I was busy writing, I continued to say, "At first, I thought I was that bad. When I believe in something, what I believe is contrary to reality. I finally felt strange to myself. Slowly becoming more and more hateful to yourself. Another fact that there are only bad memories in the head, makes me really miserable and dark in the eyes. As Professor Caterine said, I became agitated and self-sabotaged."

I also took a breath. "It turns out after all, the world I came from .. is not that bad. There are still people who care about me even though it was started by fear, ended up keeping myself full of anxiety, gradually they can know me further. Ahahaha, yes, even though there was a misunderstanding as well."

Then I reached for another book, because telling stories like this helped my memory. "And how Aion really advises me a lot of things, but I forgot all about what he said. Only how I killed him left, when he had read the terrible ending. That's why he made a storybook about me. .. to free our story from the Fallen Angel."

"In our story, he called me the Hope-The Hope-but based on my broken memories, I'm just a little monster." I kept writing, about this gently flowing memory.

"Over this time, I really didn't notice it. But thanks to their kind treatment and acceptance, I was able to recall that warm feeling again. Slowly the memory opens up again. Especially you, Fate. I think you're the first person to really open my eyes."

I put the pen on the side.

"And I'm so grateful for that. Fate, thank you for living and meeting me."

I turned to her, in a face full of deep feelings of pleasure. Like a heart now filled with color; like a corner of despair re-lit; like I was reminded of that taste. It was so warm, that the fingertips felt a sense of comfort; until the chest was fully filled until I touched it.

"I really .. feel happy and grateful for your existence."