I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 59

Minatsuki Yui’s Grave Visit

“Minatsuki”

While waiting for Papa to pick me up, Nagisa-kun often played with me.

“Do you want to see some magic?”

“Yeah”

Nagisa-kun was unusually dexterous with his hands, and he had mastered various magic tricks. He often performed them for me when I had nothing to do.

“See, this card, right?”

“Wow…”

He knew everything. He knew everything I didn’t know, and when I talked about Fiene, he laughed and said, “That’s just like me.”

“Sometimes, there are people with ridiculously high specs. I used to be called a prodigy, a prodigy, but now I’m just a ‘delinquent’.”

“What’s that?”

“Ah”

When I pointed at the unfamiliar white box that Nagisa-kun had taken out, he made a guilty face and put it away.

“It’s called a cigarette… It’s a magical tool that consumes the body. Don’t ever touch it, okay?”

“Yeah”

“You’re a good girl”

He smiled and patted my head. I looked at him with my two eyes.

“Nagisa-kun is a cool boy, isn’t he?”

It was a compliment in my own way, but he looked surprised and then burst out laughing, holding his stomach and laughing exaggeratedly.

I didn’t know what was going on, and Nagisa-kun, who was out of breath from laughing, finally caught his breath and started talking.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m a cool boy. I guess that’s how you see me.”

“Nagisa! Did you come again!? I told you no, didn’t I!?”

“Oops”

Whether he noticed my mouth moving or not, Nagisa-kun, who was in a blind spot of Momo-sensei, stood up in a hurry and started running.

“See you, Minatsuki! See you later!”

“Yeah, see you later”

After Momo-sensei was arrested, Nagisa-kun disappeared like smoke — or so I thought.

“Grave…?”

“Yes, that should be it. I once consulted with Unya-sensei, and she often called me… I often heard voices like prayers… and sometimes I heard other people’s conversations, so I think the place where the teacher was, was a grave.”

From Yura’s mobile phone on speakerphone, Maria’s voice, though flustered, clearly echoed in the room.

Yura had said that she had talked to Maria about Unya-sensei — and by calling her on the phone she had taken out once before, she obtained information she had never heard before, and she cut off the call to stop Maria, who was trying to find out the situation.

“She’s not answering”

While biting her nails, Sumire, who had repeatedly redialed Unya, clicked her tongue and looked at Yura.

“Did you hear that? It’s a grave, right? Did she say whose grave it was?”

“I, I don’t know…”

“Have you ever talked to her on weekdays?”

“Ye, yeah… it seems so…”

The moment she heard Yura’s answer to her question, Sumire, who had once put away her smartphone, pulled it out again, tapped the touch panel at high speed, and showed the search results on the screen.

“This is a cemetery near Unya-sensei’s home. If you consider that she was visiting the grave frequently in the evenings after her teacher’s work on weekdays, it naturally narrows down to these three places. So, what will you do, Minatsuki-senpai? Will you run away with your tail between your legs?”

“… I’m going. I’ve come this far”

Yui, who seemed to have made up her mind, stood up, and Yura prepared to go outside — and invited the two of them to the loading platform with a “fresh Akira-sama” on board.

“Ge, get on…”

“… Can I point out?”

“Let’s not. We’ve been in bed together with Onii-chan. Now we’re in a cooperative system, and peering into the abyss of the other person is a no-go”

When Yura made a phone call, a swarm of “Akira-brand” members sprang up and began pulling the refrigerator with wheels, with the three of them sitting on the loading platform.

“… Can I point out?”

“Basically, it’s a rickshaw. There’s nothing unusual about it.

But, we won’t arrive until tomorrow”

After the three of them got off the slow-moving refrigerator, they boarded a bus without exchanging a word.

The cemetery, surrounded by a forest, was bathed in the sunset and dyed a nostalgic orange.

Only this place seemed to flow in a different time, and a somewhat quiet atmosphere pervaded the cemetery. The three of them stepped into it, and Yura looked around to see if there were any grave visitors.

“If we go by… what Maria said… Unya-sensei… was visiting the grave frequently… we should find someone who comes here often and ask if they’ve seen Unya-sensei…”

“We don’t need to”

As if she had known somewhere, but had been hoping it was a lie, Yui whispered with a face sunk in confirmed sadness.

“It’s this grave”

Yui was staring at a single grave.

There, the fruit modeled after her name and the sweets she loved during her lifetime were offered, and a still new incense stick was set up.

On the tombstone — it was engraved with “Saijo ‘Momo'”.

“So… it was… Unya-sensei… no…”

Yui, with a face contorted in an attempt to camouflage her profound pain, looked up at the sunset sky.

“Nagisa-kun”

The cool breeze blew, her hair swayed – and her tearful face was hidden.