Where is this?

I looked around. A common, tireless memorial car wandered along the road, and across the asphalt was the funeral hall of a university hospital.

Why am I here?

As if to answer my question, my body walked into the funeral hall, disregarding my will. Then, I realized when I saw the portrait hanging in the funeral hall...

Oh, this is a dream.

And it was also a dream I’d actually had in my past life. Suddenly, I was no longer Denburg Blade.

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My mother had passed away.

The mortuary was filled with adults I didn't know, and the chief mourner, that hateful human being, was busy greeting people here and there.

"It's okay..."

I could hear people asking my father questions in the distance.

"Ah, it’s all right...”

His voice, emerging from a grief-stricken face as he smiled and answered questions, sounded cracked and stuffy. He appeared to not be okay, and yet still seemingly forcing a smile.

It was despicable.

Did those people know that trash hadn't shed a single tear after my mother died? They probably didn't know... that that human being had never visited my mother when she was admitted to the hospital. There was no way for them to know how my mother and I had been treated at home. No, he wouldn’t let them know.

It had already been a while since my mother's mortuary had become their social center, and an unprecedented stage of ‘haha’s and ‘hoho’s. Just being there made me dizzy, and made me want to leave my seat to vomit right awa...