The One Who Saved Me After My Beloved Childhood Friend and Best Friend Betrayed Me

Chapter 11

The One Who Saved Me After My Beloved Childhood Friend and Best Friend Betrayed Me

On that day, after being betrayed by one childhood friend, I was saved by another. This work is already completed! Side stories might occasionally be uploaded—maybe? Yamagishi Yūri has two childhood friends and one best friend. And one of those childhood friends is my precious, beloved girlfriend. While the four of us were hanging out in my room, the other childhood friend—not my girlfriend—Miyama Kanade, went out to buy a limited-edition roll cake. However, due to a careless mistake on my part, I had to rush back home. When I did, I heard a loud noise from my room and hurried inside, only to find the two acting strangely, saying things like, “There’s a bug~” or something. Oblivious as I was, I didn’t notice anything, but Kanade sensed something was off right away. This is the story of the childhood friend and best friend who betrayed me—and the other childhood friend who saved me.

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ᮋᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮀᮕᮢᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮍ

“ᯖᮕᮩᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮙᮞᮓᮙᮔᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ ᯐᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮦᮕ ᮘᮟᮤᮕᮜᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗᯍ”

ᯔᮢᮟᮝ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮝᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮑ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮥᮤᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮉᮥᮢᮙᮺ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮔᮕᮜᮩᮼ ᯏᮜᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮉᮥᮢᮙ’ᮣ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮓᮕᮻᮓᮟᮜᮔᮺ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮦᮟᮙᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

“ᮉᮥᮻᮉᮥᮢᮙ… ᮇᮘᮩ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ…ᯍ”

“ᯖᮝᮝᯍ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮤᮓᮘᮺ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮧᮟᮼ”

“ᮇᮘᮩ… ᮇᮘᮩ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᯍ”

“ᯖᮝᮝᮼ ᯗᮤ’ᮣ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮑᮜᮛ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮙᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮙᮤᯍ ᯚᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮗᮟ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮑᮜᮛ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩᮼ”

ᯏᮣ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮉᮥᮢᮙᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮣᮜᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮥᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮜᮛᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕ ᮘᮥᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮥᮠ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮜᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮉᮥᮢᮙᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯗ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮕᮞᮤᮼ

᮶ᯖᮥᮘᯍ ᮇᮘᮑᮤᯍ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᯍ ᮇᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮉᮥᮢᮙ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮓᮜᮥᮒ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮕᯍ ᯖᮕ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮥᮣᯍ ᮇᮘᮩᯍ ᮇᮘᮩ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤ ᮥᮣᯍ ᯒᮙᮔ ᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮘᮙᮠ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯙōᮛᮙᯍ ᮇᮘᮕᮞᯍ ᯖᮟᮧ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞᯍ᮷

ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯜᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮣᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮥᮢᮒᮕᮔᮼ

ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᮻᮑᮧᮑᮢᮕ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮗᮕᮞᮕᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮜᮝᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮵ᮓᮟᮜᮔ᮵ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮢᮩᮼ

“ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮑᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ ᯗ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮤᮢᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮒᮩ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ”

ᮉᮥᮢᮙ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮕᮔ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮓᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮙᮝᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤᮼ ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮉᮥᮢᮙ ᮘᮙᮝᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

ᮇᮕ ᮑᮢᮢᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮉᮥᮢᮙ’ᮣ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕᮼ ᯗ’ᮔ ᮜᮟᮣᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᯗ’ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕᮼ ᯗ’ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮼ ᯗ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮧᮕᮜᮜ ᮑᮣ ᮝᮩ ᮟᮧᮞᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᯗ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑᮖᮢᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮼ

ᮇᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮧᮕ᮵ᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮉᮥᮢᮙ’ᮣ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮑᮛᮕᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮦᮑᮓᮑᮞᮤ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮑᮗᮕᮼ ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮉᮥᮢᮙ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮑᮗᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ’ᮣ ᮠᮢᮙᮦᮑᮤᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮕ ᮉᮥᮢᮙᮼ

“ᯖᮥᮘᯍ ᮇᮘᮩ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔᯍ”

ᯗ ᮝᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮞᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮙᮓᮥᮜᮑᮢᮼ

“ᯖᮝᮝᯍ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮤᮺ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᯍ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔᯍ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮘᮩ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮑᮞᮩᮝᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ”

ᮉᮥᮢᮙ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯜᮟᮤ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮝᮩ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮘᮙᮠ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯙōᮛᮙᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮕ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮉᮥᮢᮙ’ᮣ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮑᮩᮼ

ᯗ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮠᮣᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮟᮤᮼ ᯛᮩ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮓᮕᮻᮓᮟᮜᮔᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮢᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮥᮝᮒᮼ

“ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮺ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮟᮛᮑᮩᯍ ᯑᮟᮝᮕ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ”

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕ ᮤᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮟᮠᮕᮼ ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮟᮠᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮤᮢᮑᮩᮕᮔᮼ ᮉᮥᮢᮙ’ᮣ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗᯉ ᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮥᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮼ

ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮕᮺ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕᮺ ᮥᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮑᮢ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔᮺ “ᯑᮑᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮑᮜᮛᯍ” ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮕᮔ ᮝᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ

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ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮙᮢᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᯗ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮣᮑᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮜᮟᮟᮢᮺ ᯙōᮛᮙ ᮣᮑᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮣᮛ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮢᮼ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮛᮞᮕᮕᮣᮻᮤᮟᮻᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

“ᯓᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ’ᮣ ᮣᮕᮑᮤᮕᮔᮼ ᯏᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯙōᮛᮙᮼ ᮇᮘᮩ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮦᮕ ᮘᮟᮤᮕᮜᯍ”

“ᯏᮘ… ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣ…”

“ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᯗᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮛᮑᮩᯍ”

“…ᮉᮕᮑᮘᮼ”

“ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮤᮓᮘᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮖᮢᮕᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮧᮕ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮇᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮥᮞᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮣᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮦᮕ ᮘᮟᮤᮕᮜ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮒᮩᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮔᮣᮺ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ”

“ᯗ ᮣᮕᮕ… ᮃᮟᮺ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮑᮖᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮣᮣᮥᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ’ᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮙᮝᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮘᮙᮠᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮣᮥᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗᯍ”

“ᯏᮘᮺ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮥᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮣᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮟᮼ ᯗ ᮣᮧᮕᮑᮢᮼ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮙᮝᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮘᮙᮠ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ”

“ᯖᮑᮘᮑ… ᯏᮘᮑᮘᮑᮘᮑᮘᮑᮘᮑ… ᯏᯖᯏᯖᯏᯖᯏᯖᯏᯖᯏᯖᯏᯖᯏᮯ”

ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘ ᮝᮑᮞᮙᮑᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᯙōᮛᮙ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮙᮔᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮘᮟᮓᮛᮼ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮗᮥᮩ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗᯍ ᯏ ᮝᮙᮣᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗᯍ ᯖᮕ ᮣᮧᮕᮑᮢᮣᯍ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮘᮕ ᮣᮧᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᯍ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕ ᮙᮞ ᯕᮟᮔᮺ ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮖᮥᮞᮞᮩᮼ ᯗ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮞᮕᮢᮦᮕᮺ ᯙōᮛᮙᮼ

“ᮇᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮖᮥᮞᮞᮩ…ᯍ”

“ᯛᮩ ᮒᮑᮔᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮑᮔᮼ ᯜᮟᮺ ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮑᮢ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ ᯗ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮦᮕ ᮘᮟᮤᮕᮜ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᯍ ᯙōᮛᮙᮺ ᮙᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮘᮟᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮥᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮸ᮩᮟᮥ᮸ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕ ᮘᮙᮝᯍ”

“ᮄᮓᮘ…”

ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮔᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮘᮙᮝᮺ ᯙōᮛᮙ ᮓᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮟᮞᮗᮥᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮕᮜᮜ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᯗ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᯉ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮑᮜᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮼ

“ᮇᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮼ ᯛᮩ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮺ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮙᮤᯍ ᯐᮥᮤ ᯗ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮠᮟᮜᮟᮗᮙ᮪ᮕᮼ ᯗ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮔ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮗᮥᮙᮜᮤᮩ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮘᮟᮟᮔ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮟᮩᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮥᮓᮘᮼ”

ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ’ᮣ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮤᮧᮙᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣᮼ

“ᯐᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮘᮙᮠᮼ ᯐᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᯗ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞ ᮘᮟᮧ ᯗ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮠᮟᮜᮟᮗᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤᮼ ᯛᮩ ᮒᮑᮔᮼ ᯗ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮓᮑᮝᮕᮢᮑ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ”

“ᯖᮥᮘᯍᮯ”

“ᯓᮘ…ᯍ”

“ᮅᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮢᮥᮣᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮧᮟᮺ ᯗ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮓᮑᮝᮕᮢᮑ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮢᮔᮕᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮒᮟᮤᮘᮼ ᯚᮑᮣᮤ ᮧᮕᮕᮛᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮧᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮑᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕᮺ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮧᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮜᮥᮒ ᮣᮓᮟᮥᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮕᮼ ᮇᮕ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮒᮩ ᮓᮟᮖᮖᮕᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ”

“ᮄᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ… ᮑ ᮜᮙᮕᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ”

“ᯜᮟᮺ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮕᮼ ᮇᮑᮞᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮘᮟᮧ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮦᮙᮔᮕᮞᮓᮕᯍ”

ᮃᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮠᮠ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮝᮑᮢᮤᮠᮘᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮦᮙᮔᮕᮟᮼ

ᮇᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮙᮔᮕᮟᮺ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮓᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮓᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗᮺ “ᮃᮤᮟᮠ ᮙᮤᮼ ᮀᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᮣᮤᮟᮠ…” ᯙōᮛᮙ ᮓᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮟᮞᮗᮥᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮜᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮝᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗᮺ “ᯒᮑᮝᮞ ᮙᮤᮼ”

᮶ᯖᮕᮘ ᮘᮕᮘᮼ ᮉᮟᮥᮢ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔᮼ᮷

“ᮃᮟᮺ ᮉᮥᮢᮙᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮥᮣᯍ ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮧᮕᮑᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮣᮘᮩᮻᮧᮑᮣᮘᮩᯉ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮔᮕᮝᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩᮼ”

“ᯖᮕᮩᮼ ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮢᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮑᮞᮗᮢᮩᮼ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮘᮟᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮟᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼ”

ᯗ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮼ

“ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮔᮕᮝᮑᮞᮔᮣᮼ ᯔᮙᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮘᮙᮠ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯙōᮛᮙᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮜᮜ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮧᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᯍ”

The One Who Saved Me After My Beloved Childhood Friend and Best Friend Betrayed Me

On that day, after being betrayed by one childhood friend, I was saved by another. This work is already completed! Side stories might occasionally be uploaded—maybe? Yamagishi Yūri has two childhood friends and one best friend. And one of those childhood friends is my precious, beloved girlfriend. While the four of us were hanging out in my room, the other childhood friend—not my girlfriend—Miyama Kanade, went out to buy a limited-edition roll cake. However, due to a careless mistake on my part, I had to rush back home. When I did, I heard a loud noise from my room and hurried inside, only to find the two acting strangely, saying things like, “There’s a bug~” or something. Oblivious as I was, I didn’t notice anything, but Kanade sensed something was off right away. This is the story of the childhood friend and best friend who betrayed me—and the other childhood friend who saved me.

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