Armored Dragon Calendar Year 500. T

Armored Dragon Calendar Year 500.
There was a young girl named the Playback Miko.

That girl had eyes similar to that of the dead.
Her pupils had looked blank since the time of her birth. Only despair was reflected in them.
The adults around her thought of her as ominous and kept their distance.

The girl was aware.
She was aware of just what kind of fate awaited her.
She was aware even before her birth.

Nay. It would be fallacious to conclude that she knew before birth.
The girl was reborn time and time again.

Nay. It would be fallacious to conclude that she was reborn.
The girl just kept repeating the same life over and over again.

Nay. It would be fallacious to conclude that she lived the same life.
The girl kept repeating a life with only some slight differences.

A life with only some slight differences.
Nevertheless, the conclusion of that life always remained the same.
There was never a big change that occurred, and she approached the same conclusion time and time again.

That conclusion was her death.

The girl died.
Death was something that couldn’t be avoided by anyone. However, the death of the girl was an atrocity.

After the girl had been handed over to the country to be used as a tool, she was caught by the enemy and died.
Just like a toy being fought over by children.
At times, she was cruelly violated. At times, she was eaten alive by beasts. At times, she was drowned in water.
The girl died each time, surrounded by despair and pain.

Life was nothing but a path that lead to despair for the girl.
There was only one step before she reached the executioner's stand and she was simply taking that one step each and everyday.
She had no hope.

The girl had a power.
The power of rewinding the time of an object to a maximum of 24 hours.
The power to restore something that had been broken.
The power to resurrect the dead.
24 hours.
Only by 24 hours.
However, that power that could resurrect even the dead was enough for her to be requisitioned by the Country.

The King of the Country took her into his hands, monopolizing her.
That power which could turn things back by 24 hours ridded the King of all diseases and injuries.
She couldn’t perform miracles like bringing a stop to aging, but that was considered a trivial matter.

As far as the girl’s knowledge went, there were three types of Kings.
When the girl died and each time a new nightmare began, there was a slight change.
However, the actions taken by any of the kings never changed towards the girl.
Thus, for the girl, all the Kings were the same.

The power of a Miko did not bring the girl any luck whatsoever.
Neither could she rewind her own time nor could she use it for her own sake.
She had no choice but to be shackled in the prison of the Royal Palace.

And then, she died.
While being kept at the corner of the Palace and meeting different people each time, in the end, she died.
At times, by the King’s wrath when her power wasn’t up to the task.
At times, when the country was invaded by another country and she was taken as a prisoner.
At times, when the country was invaded by Demon Races and she was massacred along with everyone else.
The girl’s life always came to a tragic end.

And then, again from the beginning.
In a corner of the country, it began once again with her birth in a remote countryside.
The girl being thought of as creepy by the adults, was taken by the country, and then died.

Of course, the girl tried to run away from her own fate at the start.
While hiding her power, she tried living her whole life together with her mother and father.
Nevertheless, it was futile.
For some reason, whenever she reached the age of 5, the soldiers came from the country and took the girl away.

She tried running outside the village before the soldiers arrived.
Still, it was futile.
She would either get eaten by a beast or get caught by bandits or kidnappers.
After being caught, she was sold to various places but reached the country eventually.

Fate tied the girl to the country like the sand pit of an ant-lion, and she was killed while in despair.

It was hell.
She kept continuing forever and forever. It was a never-ending hell.

The hell completely and thoroughly destroyed the girl’s mind.
It came to the point that the girl had a vacant expression on her face and obeyed the King’s orders like a machine.
For 100 years, 200 years.
She no longer knew just how many times she had died and how many times she had lived.

However, her memories of being killed were clear to her as the day.
It was probably her instinct.
The instinct of not wanting to die. In order to avoid that event, her mind may have stored the memories of being killed.

As a result of that, the girl’s memories were all painted over by the memories of her deaths.
She could no longer recall anything else.
Only the moments when she was killed became her consecutive memory.

Within those incessant continuous deaths, the girl thought.
She thought long and hard.

(No more.......someone, save me......)

At that time, the law of the world changed.