After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

In the bar, Dazai Osamu raised his glass and looked at the bubbling French champagne.

Tiny bubbles fluttered in the golden-pink wine, and finally disappeared the moment they emerged.

He took a sip, his face expressionless.

"Orange juice is suitable for a kid like you." Ayatsuji Yukito sat next to him with a cup of coffee in front of him.

Dazai Osamu blinked and gave him a strange smile, "Mr. Ayatsuji, this is a bar. Drinking coffee in a bar like you is an anomaly."

Ayatsuji Yukito didn't give him any slack. "Does drinking make you the same as other people?"

Dazai Osamu shrugged and said nothing.

The relationship between the two of them is quite delicate. They share the same burden, dislike each other, but can't do anything about it.

Since the last book signing event, the two have contacted each other several times and have gained a certain understanding of each other's abilities and personalities.

But even so, it took them nearly a year to barely reach a consensus on cooperation.

"Mr. Poet has recovered his memory." Dazai Osamu brought up the topic first.

"I guessed it." Ayatsuji Yukito adjusted the skirt of the doll in his arms. He replaced it with a silver-haired and purple-eyed doll, which made Dazai Osamu inexplicably unhappy.

"You ordered French champagne," he observed casually, "and it tastes like sparkling water."

Dazai Osamu smiled happily, "This is Mr. Liuli's favorite wine."

Ayatsuji Yukito smiled and said, "Because she likes poets from France."

The smile on Dazai Osamu's face disappeared. His eyes turned cold and he said jokingly, "Mr. Ayatsuji, your words are really unpleasant."

Ayatsuji Yukito nodded, noncommittal. "Now you're the same as most people, because they all feel the same way."

They were silent for a while and tacitly skipped the topic.

Ayatsuji Yukito placed the doll on his knees, picked up the coffee cup, and asked calmly, "Have you made up your mind? You must know that no matter what the outcome, Miss Savior will never forgive you."

"Besides, how do you know the poet won't choose to stay with her?"

Dazai Osamu looked at the bubbles rising from the wine glass and asked a strange question, "Mr. Ayatsuji, what do you think is the best thing?"

Ayatsuji Yukito said nothing, but just looked at the doll on his knees and gently combed her long silver hair with his fingertips.

Dazai Osamu didn't need his answer. He drank the remaining wine in the cup in one gulp and said softly,

"King Midas searched the woods for a long time for the Elf Silenus, and at last he caught him."

"The King pressed the poor elf, 'What is best for a man?'"

"At first, the elves responded with silence, but the king persisted."

"Finally, the spirit gave a harsh laugh. 'Poor mortal, child of uncertainty and suffering,' he said. 'Why do you insist on making me say things you would rather not hear?'"

“The best thing you can’t have is not to be born, not to exist, to become nothing. But there’s the next best thing for you: to die immediately.”

Dazai Osamu said indifferently, "I once thought this was very important."

“Humans are both afraid of death and deeply attracted to it. In cities and in literature, death is constantly consumed, unable to be transformed into anything. This one, single death—this was my only wish in the past.”

“But then, I found something new and the best.”

The corners of Dazai Osamu's lips rose slightly, and an almost warm light flashed in his eyes, and even the cold aura around him softened.

"I think the best thing is to die for love with Teacher Liuli, and the second best thing is to live with her."

I want to die happily with her, and I also want to live happily with her.

So contradictory, yet so happy.

As long as I am with her, whether I am dead or alive, I feel happy.

Ayatsuji Yukito was silent for a long time. "This doesn't seem to have much to do with your desire to kill the poet, does it?"

"You thought his memory recovery might harm Miss Savior, so you planned to kill him in advance. But have you ever considered that this itself is a kind of harm?"

"Why not respect her choice?"

"Let them know the truth to each other. If the poet chooses to stay, then everyone will be happy. If the poet is determined to leave, it won't be too late to kill him later."

"Besides, I don't think Miss Savior is such a fragile person. Even if the poet really leaves, she will only be sad for a while, and then continue to move forward bravely."

Dazai Osamu leaned over the bar and said slowly, "Indeed."

"Teacher Liuli is very good. She is brave and strong, but I still plan to do this."

"I want to kill the poet, or die by his hands."

“Because I can’t get the best and second best, I try to choose the third best.”

Dazai Osamu observed the distorted world through the empty wine glass.

"If the poet really decides to leave her, I will kill him at all costs. This way, she can transfer the pain of being betrayed by the poet into hatred for me, and she will be entangled with me forever."

"If the poet chooses to stay with her, then let the poet kill me."

"That way, she'll know that there are people in this world who love her passionately."

"Someone loved her violently until death. She made people understand that love and death are equally powerful."

Dazai Osamu showed an illusory smile. There was a mixture of a gentle and dreamy childishness and a strange paranoia in his body, which was condensed into a deathly breath by the ubiquitous blood and gore in the other world.

Gentle and cruel.

"That way, she'll never forget me."

Dazai Osamu suddenly thought of the heroic spirit that appeared in the fourth volume of "Fate/Stay Night", a little prince from another planet.

The Little Prince once told his story to Miss Savior and Mr. Poet, especially the story of himself and the rose.

But what really touched Dazai Osamu was the fox.

The fox that was tamed by the little prince but eventually abandoned.

"If you tame me, the silver moonlight will remind me of you, and I will fall in love with every summer and every night..."

“They are so beautiful.”

He recalled the most beautiful summer, when the sea breeze blew through her long hair and skirt, and she held the pure white rose in her hand, standing in the dusk and smiling...

"I want to hug her, save her, and live happily with her."

"I wanted to hug her, leave her, and die alone."

"I want to be her wound that will never heal, so that she will never forget me, but I am afraid of causing her pain."

Ayatsuji Yukito listened silently, and Dazai knew that he would never tell these words to anyone.

Although this detective is dark and sharp-tongued, he is actually a good person.

Just like at this moment, he looked at Dazai Osamu and said calmly,

"So that's what you are, you are a coward."