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Evillious- もしも

Credits: Mothy for the Evillious Chronicles and https://themuzzleofnemesis.tumblr.com/post/628468135288258560/lost-memory-scene-2 for Nemesis' part.

You probably can't read Jap, but neither can I. However, I'm pretty sure Evillious fans are familiar with this phrase. (As well as さあ！！）

もしも 変わらなければ If only you hadn't changed.

もしも 逃げなかったならば If only I hadn't run away.

もしも生まれ変われるならバン If only we could be reborn.

もしも 生まれ変わらなければ If only I hadn't been reborn.

もしも 忘れなければ If only I hadn't forgotten.

もしも 人として If only I was human.

もしも やり直せるならば If only we could start over.

Gumina's memories:

At the wedding, I stared into Sati's eyes, just like a happy bride.

I knew everyone's eyes were on me.

Of course, because I was the bride. The highlight of too many people's days.

That's why, I couldn't look into Cheri's eyes. At least, not now.

I knew he was looking at me. Just like everybody.

I knew he was thinking of how he and I could have gotten married if our fates were different. I was thinking of the same thing.

Sure, I wasn't happy.

But everybody else was, and the days were peaceful and calm.

I hoped and prayed

that these peaceful days would continue forever.

Carlos' memories:

"Hey, Banica, is that a new dish I spot?" On the gently rocking ship, I call out.

She raised her head proudly, handing me a fork, "Carlos! Try this! It's something I've just made!"

Expectantly, I licked my lips and savoured a small bit. Instantly, the flavours burst in my mouth. A mix of sweet, sour, and.. oh, my, what's that flavour?

"I knew you would like it!" She said proudly, "Isn't it delicious?"

"As expected of the daughter of Beelzenia's duke!" I barely had time to say that before uncontrollably taking another bite of the dish Arte held up.

Sure, Arte was still staring at me in disdain.

But I was happy with Banica on a ship around the world, and our days were filled with happiness and great food.

I hope and prayed

that these delicious days would continue forever.

Allen's memories:

In a beautiful French countryside, there were two beautiful twin horses, a male and a female. Every day, they would graze on the freshest grass, gallop in the widest fields, and sleep on the comfiest and softest grass.

They couldn't be separated, and were always there for each other.

And they never had any worries, with a carefree, worry-less life.

Sure, the farmers would get irritated by them sometimes.

But they were happy, inseparable.

They hope and pray-