“That is not clothing.
It is a sewn monstrosity.”

“Not a problem.
Make it.”]


“It was a fickle nobel’s crazy order.
A difficult order for anyone in the world.
It could have been rejected because it was too bizarre or because it was impossible to fulfil.
But the old woman who was thinking about her daughter-in-law saw this as a golden opportunity.”


The clumsy daughter-in-law who had no aptitude for laundry or sewing.
At first glance.
However, the old woman looked at the bloodstained cuffs and the tears that fell.


“If the clothes are disposable, then neither laundry nor sewing would be required.”


It was the perfect solution.


“It was impossible.
Impossible, right? A new pair of clothes made every time you needed to wear something; having to take them off when you needed through alchemy.
That is absurd.
It can’t be easy.
It would be way too difficult.
The old woman would have had to spend the rest of her life developing it.
She would have had to keep sewing until her sight blurred out.
Even with her talented hands, her age was catching up.
Her shaking and weakening hands were full of needle holes.
She was no longer like her youth.
There was no time for even the blood to dry.”


I intentionally took a breath and looked again at the hole in my arm.

To tell the story of this small cavity.


“The nature of the Bio-receptor.
It’s the wound from the needle.
The Clothing Packet is the one invented for the daughter-in-law.
It’s just that the State… engineered it into a magic tool.”


All evils of the world were created by the State.

However, such evils in the past were from a much smaller but precious heart.

I walked towards the regressor and took off the Clothing Packet.
It broke apart and was sucked into my left hand, as if someone had pulled apart all the fibres from the clothes.
Just as larvae created cocoons or spiders wrapped prey, the thin fibres came together into a small marble.

By a couple steps, I was back to my standard shirt and shorts.

The Clothing Packet popped out of my Bio-receptor.
I took it and stood next to the regressor’s desk.


“I can’t represent the State, and you wouldn’t be able to speak for all who were tortured.
Even so, I would like to ask for your forgiveness.”


‘I didn’t do the deed, but I am a part of it.
I will apologise for the things I have done.’


In that sentiment, I grasped the regressor’s hand to find her Bio-receptor.

The regressor sat in silence as she watched what I was doing.


“For the world’s most compassionate achievement.
For the committed sins that burn in hell.”


With that, I got her finger where her Bio-receptor would be—

Huh, there’s nothing there.
There’s no hole.
Only her smooth skin.

I found it strange and spoke.


You don’t even have a Bio-receptor.”


‘Why isn’t it there? That’s strange.
I thought for sure I saw her getting tortured in her memories.’


As I was wondering, the regressor pulled her hand back in panic.


“N-No, wait.”


「I only got tortured on my second cycle, when I didn’t know a thing… I didn’t even get one this time around.」


‘Oh yeah.
You only got tortured in a past cycle, huh? I had forgotten because the memory itself was so intense.’


After assessing the situation, I looked at the regressor.
She looked at me slightly awkwardly.


That makes me the clown.’


I decided the mood purely off reading her mind.
I assumed that the regressor had been tortured.

No, she did.
Only in a past cycle.

Even though in this cycle, she lived through it willy-nilly.

The story suddenly got complicated.
The regressor couldn’t explain her lie without revealing herself, and I said something only a mind reader could know.


‘What do I do? What if they find out that I can read minds?’


After some pondering, I flailed my arms and started screaming.


“You liar! Talking like you’ve experienced it! I thought you’d actually been tortured!”



To show that I really felt deceived by the regressor, I stomped my feet and shouted.


“Tortured? You don’t even have a Bio-receptor! What are you saying they put in your smooth-ass skin, huh?!”

“Th-This is—”

“You really wanted some attention, huh? Or are you trying to steal the pain of those who were really tortured? To turn it into your personality? What impudence! I feel bad for those poor people who’ve had their pain and suffering stolen from them!”

“W-Wait! I’ve definitely…!”



As I pressed hard on the interrogation, the regressor’s lips shifted in frustration.
However, she couldn’t afford to speak her mind.


「I… I can’t let them know that I’m a regressor yet!」


‘Of course you can’t.
That’s that last thing you should be revealing as a regressor.
But how are you going to explain yourself now? How will you escape this situation?’


The answer was surprisingly simple.


The regressor disappeared through the door.
She literally escaped the situation.


I didn’t expect her to actually run away.
I got done in.’


[That was quite an interesting story.]


The vampire—who had been carefully listening to my story—came closer, as if she was satisfied with my lesson today.


[It was quite worthwhile, coming out of my coffin just for today.
However, I am yet to hear the end of the tale.
So what became of the old woman?]


[…Why do you laugh?]

“No, it’s just that you’re calling her an old woman.
She was around not too long ago.
If she were alive right now, she would only be around two hundred years old.
Way younger than you, Trainee Tyrkanzyaka.
So maybe you should be calling her ‘little girl’.
Wow, to be able to treat someone like that as a child—”


The vampire tore through the building and went.
She had also run away.

Just by running my mouth, I made a girl and a corpse run away.
Someone would be proud of me for that.


‘But that coffin’s made of wood, right? How can it break through the concrete and be perfectly fine? My sense of reality is degrading.’


“This is destruction of property, but… whatever.”


‘It’s not like I’m part of the financial division.
They’ll take care of it themselves.
I just need a place to sleep.’


“Now then…”


I walked towards Azzy, who was trying her best not to fall asleep.
As I got closer, her tail started wagging.
Then, her ears flicked up.
And as she lifted her head, she figured out that I was approaching her and jumped to life.

Seeing as how she was drooling freely, she was living her best life.
I spoke as I dodged her attempts at wiping her saliva on my hand.


“Hey, Azzy.
Were you listening to my lecture?”


“Can you tell me what you learned today?”


“Ah, you want me to lower my expectations?”


“…Kinda getting angry at the fact that you're only responding to that.”


“Yes! I’m angry, you fucking mutt! Just try to listen to anything I say!”

“Mutt?! Bark! Bark!”


‘Far out.
What do I do with this mutt? She’ll usually follow human instructions well, but from what I’ve seen from the regressor’s memories, she’ll turn into a human meat grinder in the future.
I don’t know how that works, but I need to prevent that.
I thought putting some common sense into her would be good.’


“I’m crazy for even thinking that.
Even the guy who made the saying that ’experience is the best teacher’ would lose his shit at a real dog.”


As I was scratching my head, Azzy sat up straight and fiercely barked.


“Woof! Woof-woof! Woof!”


Azzy was looking straight at my left wrist.

Maybe, just maybe.
Did she actually listen to my lecture and understand something?

I half-doubtedly showed her my left wrist.


“Do you actually remember? Sure.
This is called a Bio-receptor, and if you put the Clothing Packet here—”




With the sensation of her sharp fangs digging into the hole, I lost consciousness.




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