Prologue: The Heavenly Nightmare known as Reality

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A dream, I saw a dream.

A dream that wouldn't fade, a dream that kept repeating, a dream with no end, a dream that wouldn't end――

Over and over again, many many times over, repeating mistakes over and over, correcting them more and more. 1000 times, spinning. 10,000 times, connecting. 100 million times, a billion times overcoming them. And before knowing it, losing count.

Agony, terror, turbidity, ruin, hatred, madness.

Exhausted, shaken, twisted, corrupted, contorted, decayed, anguished; a heart smashed to pieces.

And yet, there was still a place I wanted to reach.

And yet, there was still a wish I wanted to protect.

Even if no one knew about the endless tragedies that repeated over and over, I will not forget. Even if no one notices, only I am unable to forget.

――Even if the people I want to save wept, I still wanted to save them.

I never regretted having taken that hand. If there is something I regret, it would be that I was hesitant and indecisive in taking her hand, and the frustration towards my own weak, fragile heart that I couldn't steel.

I kept dreaming of the place, yet I never gave a thought to what I would do when I reached the place I desired.

――Waking up from the empty dream, the first thing he always felt was a throbbing headache.

[Subaru: ...]

Opening his eyes, trying to stave off his sleepiness, he blinked rapidly in an attempt to wake himself up. The bright sunlight burned his eyes and bore into his consciousness, rescuing him from the bleary haze of sluggishness. Immediately after his consciousness came to from his sleep, his waking brought the energy back into his body.

[Subaru: Ah, Aaah]

In contrast to his body being awake, all that escaped from his mouth was a dullish voice. At a glimpse, it seemed like he was still half-asleep, but this was one of the most important rituals he did in the morning. By lying on his back with his head up whilst he let out that voice in that manner, a lot of information could be conveyed to him.

The tone of his voice, the establishment of consciousness, the safety of his limbs, sorting his thoughts out, what he'll do today, and the existence of his life――

He made sure to undertake each of these actions every morning.

This was the proof that Natsuki Subaru had reached the morning without making any grave mistakes.

[Subaru: *yawn*]

As he came to, he felt a presence on him. An arm was spread across his bare chest. As he looked down, long, reddish-brown hair greeted him. Bare breasts rubbed against his arm, and through it, he felt the thump of her heart beating at the same rate as his own. As the girl in the maid dress looked up at him, Subaru remembered the events of the previous night. Try as he might, he couldn't avoid it. Thousands of loops spent hundreds of years of work. Yet here he was, half-naked, with Petra on his bed.

As he stirred, The woman in his bed woke up. The 18-year-old in his bed was certainly an attractive woman by any standard. Her long auburn hair reached down to her waist, while her maid uniform accentuated her ample curves. If this was the old Subaru, he might have happily given his heart to be with such a woman. Even now, he felt some semblance of lust return to him. But one look at those blue eyes reminded him of the little girl from Irlam Village, and any semblance of Lust left him immediately.

Petra: [Good morning Subaru-sama!]

Unlike Subaru, Petra's voice was filled with lust. As he looked down at her, she broke into a lewd smile. Putting her hand on Subaru, she lazily moved as if to get up. At the same time, her bare crotch rubbed against Subaru's limp dick. The smell of dried cum wafted in the air. If this was the Old Natsuki Subaru, he might have felt Lust or Joy.

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