After putting the corkscrew on the wine bottle, my body couldn't stand a second more without soaking my tongue with that nostalgic savour.
In such a world, if I'm not soaked in the wine I like, what could I be doing?
I spill the wine into the glass and, by hearing the tapping sound of the orange juice being filled with it, I was just like a dog drooling.
... If I dillute it this much, the outward appearance is no different from an orange juice.
But, ......... it had the savour of that world, so nostagic.
Formerly, this savour was the savour of the tears of the loser who had surrendered to Showa 58 she was not able toslip out
... But, now, even the tears of such a loser can feel sweet, with affection....
In that dead-end world, it was a very salty thing.
But, even so, ...... I had my friends to kindly embrace me.
I was tolerant enough to just chose to surrender to Takano and live lazily in an infinite corridor.
... But, this world doesn't even have that warmth.
......... Ever since I came to the world here, 1 week have passed.
The prospects of still being able to return to the former world aren't clear, and if I had not relied on the wine already, my resignation that it may become a long sojourn would have cornered me until a point I'd not be able to endure.
In that world too, I was similarly cornered
... Then, while dipping into wine, I lazily tryed my best, and it worked out somehow, wasn't it?
... I want to be set free from this Furude Rika quickly.
No matter which person of this world I explained it to, he'd probably not be able to understand.
So, there are no allies for me in this world.
No matter who listened to me, ... he'd think I went nuts.
But, if I think about the Furude Rika of this world, this is only reasonable.
... The Furude Rika of this world was an introverted girl who had not even one friend.
And in a certain day, after after being hit by a ball on the schoolyard, she suggests that she is not a dweller of this world.
...... If it were to be heard by someone close to that big physician, Yamamoto, he'd be quite capable to deadly seriously suggest... I had suffered a brain damage when I was hit by the ball.
But, ... in this world, maybe that'd be the best explanation.
At least, before 'I' arrive here, Furude Rika was Furude Rika, and she was a proper being in this world.
Maybe it'd be appropriate to say that, in a certain day, a being, 'I', who is different from the Rika of this world appeared and took over Rika's body.
............ I see.
... Am I, ...... not, ...... Furude Rika?
The Furude Rika of this world is the Furude Rika of this world and she is a different being from me.
Until now, even in different worlds, I've been doing no more than interpret that as 'I am myself'.
... When I think like that, ... regardless of whether she's been having happy days or not, ...... I feel like I've done a bad thing to the Furude Rika of this world.
Naturally, it's too late to apologize now, after all, I can't even return this body to Furude Rika anymore.
...... If I assume there is a way to apologize at least, it'd be nothing more than recognizing the single existence that is the Furude Rika of this world.
Because, if I took Furude Rika's name, certainly the girl who was supposed to exist will end up disappearing from this world....
So, in other words, it means the only way to apologize to that girl is, ...... to not call myself Furude Rika.
... No, I've always wanted to do that, since long ago.
I felt the young me, who was pampered as the reincarnation of Oyashro-sama, and the aged me, who was aware of many worlds traveling through them, had different personalities.
But, if I could think of it not as personalities, but as the beings themselves being different.
Then, certainly, I'd not be Furude Rika, ... anymore
I wonder, ............who'd I be.
Absent mindedly, I looked at the wine bottle.
I wonder if I like this brand.
My father always used to drink this wine.
... As a result of that, I've started to borrow it from him in many worlds and I too used to drink this wine
Now, that wine will console me for a bit, for I can't even spend the days lazily if I don't give my heart a rest borrowing the power of the alcohol.
...... Without the wine, I can't go on living anymore.
Then, in other words, I'm not living anymore, I'm the wine....
Then, in other words, I am not Furude Rika, ... I'm the wine....
... While looking at that brand name of western characters I don't know how I should pronounce, written in the wine label, ...... that will be the 'my' name, I thought.
My name is Furude Rika, ...... Aah, not that..., Bernkastel.
... I can't read it.
Next time, I'll try asking my father how to read it.
FURUDERIKA - Bernkastel.
... Aah, somehow, the name doesn't matter anymore.
...... My thought are starting to become inarticulated
To this damned world, ...... cheers.