Having Reincarnated a Million Times I Won’t Let My Guard Down Even in a Peaceful World - Having Reincarnated a Million Times I Won’t Let My Guard Down Even in a Peaceful World chapter 61

61 Haru’s Story

As the cold weather lingered, I missed the opportunity to have my coat cleaned.

By the time the school year started, the spring flowers had already withered away. Amidst news of people falling ill after viewing cherry blossoms in the cold, the new school year began with many absentees.

As for me, I continued to attend lectures as usual, did not participate in any club activities (although I missed the timing to decline Karina’s club activities), and simply led a mundane university life with occasional part-time work.

With Millim finally entering the university, my time with her increased. However, we still had not progressed in any way; we simply spent time together, played together, and returned home together.

It felt like life had entered a stable period.

This was one of those rare moments in my million lives.

A stable period… In other words, the period where you think, “Oh, it looks like days similar to today will continue for a while,” does exist, and I believe that preparing for “something that will happen in the future” during such times is the secret to longevity.

But in this life, there are no “premonitions.”

The intentions of the “enemy” are too unclear.

I think I might be getting careless soon, but still, the “enemy” doesn’t show up. They do nothing to me.

Should I take this as “successfully avoiding attention from the enemy,” or should I think that “this time the enemy is extremely cautious”…

There were many answers I sought. There are countless things I want to know. However, the moment when I truly get to know what I want to know is always the moment when life expires.

If my purpose is to “live through,” then only after I have “lived through” will I know if my actions were right for my purpose.

I don’t want any incidents, but I want to be convinced that my actions are not wrong.

Most of the time when I look up at the fallen cherry blossom trees and think, “I wonder if something will happen,” I have this kind of feeling. Millim, who walks beside me, also stops and looks at the branches, but I don’t know if she feels the same way.

“What are you thinking?” I asked her.

“The branches…”

Yeah, it’s the branches.

Millim seems a little absent-minded.

Maybe living is troublesome for her. I understand that feeling. I feel the same way. Living is a relentless process of making decisions after careful consideration. I don’t want to do it if I can help it… But if I don’t live through it, another life will begin, so I have no choice.

I casually mentioned to Millim.

Actually, I’ve lived a million lives.

“Oh, I see.”

Millim said it without doubt or belief, simply acknowledging it.

I questioned myself about why I revealed such a secret at this particular moment. There was no reason; it was an unnecessary confession at a strange timing.

Even afterward, I felt like saying, “Well, whatever.”

When I’m with Millim, this kind of atmosphere often arises.

Relaxed, or rather, at ease.

I blurted out what came to mind, one after another, without any regret. It was that kind of time.

So I said this.

“I might be compatible with you.”

“Me too.”

We then headed back home, just like that, on that spring day.