Editing Mushi Uta:Volume 15 Chapter 2 (section)

== 2.05 The Others ==

To come into the forefront as the main character of the fights between Mushitsuki.

A poor Mushitsuki embraced this completely unsuitable dream.

She was the Mushitsuki called Konomura Chami.

“I’m pissed off.”

Chami mumbled this, standing on top of a certain building’s rooftop in a town whose name she didn’t know. Her dangerous gaze that couldn’t be hidden by her rimless glasses was directed town at the dark townscape.

The girl standing next to Chami murmured to herself subduedly.

“…I knew it, I can’t find C’s location…”

The girl with long bangs hiding her eyes—the Mushitsuki called Konoha—was Chami’s pawn. Next to her was a Mushi shaped like two overlapping leaves standing upright.

“…C might be blocking my sight using her abilities or one of the Revived…”

“It pisses me off they didn’t even doubt me.”

While being blown by wind in a high place, Chami kept mumbling.

If Konoha managed to discover C’s location, she thought she’d have a chance again. That was why she looked for a place with a good view.

However—it looked like it was impossible anyway.

Therefore, Chami thought of another scenario.

“Those guys… Himiko and the rest—”

Chami clenched her fists and spat out.

“While running away from Akamaki City, such a suspicious woman called out to her… normally she’d doubt me. I also explained the risks. If she used my queen bee’s powers—it might be a ticket for an express train to Maturation. I told her she’d die…”

Konoha didn’t even turn to her. She kept listening to Chami’s monologue quietly.

“But she nodded without hesitating… despite me telling her this.”

Chami raised her right hand and reached with her index finger.

The silhouette of a queen bee came to her fingertip. This Mushi was her ability, and she could sting Mushitsuki to bestow a rapid enhancement to their abilities.

“’If I ever need your power—will you sacrifice yourself?’.”

Chami erased the queen bee.

“So I told her about the strategy. —Even Haji Keigo wasn’t prepared enough to launch the counterattack against C. There were too many holes in the script to set the stage for the battlefield…”

“…And you’re filling those holes, right…?”

Konoha turned to Chami.

“…None of us had any objections… not a single one… even Chiharu is currently—”

“Right, I knew no one’d refuse. That’s what pisses me off. Those shithead Mushitsuki… but what pisses me off the most is the one who’s written this shithead script. Me.”

Rounding her body, her shoulders shook.

She felt her body about to get ripped by anger, hatred and chagrin. Obviously, all those emotions—were directed at herself.

“Even in this script I wanted to see, that created so many victims, that did so much scummy stuff—”

''—Kuhu.

She felt like she heard a cat laughing from somewhere.

Was it an auditory hallucination, or had her deceased partner crawled back from hell to mock Chami?

“I’m not part of the cast…”

Never mind dirtying her own hands.

She’d done plenty of crimes against humanity.

However, despite her constantly thinking of those as required actions for her to someday ascend to become the main character—who could have imagined she would set up a stage without any part for her?

All these girls accepted Chami’s invitations without hesitation despite them being the devil’s whispers.

These Mushitsuki all chose to become victims because Chami made them do it.

Not only that—

“I don’t even have the guts to rewrite the main cast…”

Chami had thrown away the red pen meant to fix the script.

Despite the fact that she’d fought to the death to obtain it.

“Konoha… please watch over what happens now closely.”

Raising her face, Chami spoke.

“These shithead sacrifices are going to bring the actors to the stage.”

After desiring the seat of the main character and writing the script for it—she never could write her own title.

Hearing the Mushitsuki’s ridiculous mutters—

“…Sure.”

Konoha silently nodded.