Part 112: The Girl's Death

BGM: Silence

07/15 (SUN), Evening

Closing time arrives once I've rung out the last customer. It's a little early, only a bit past 4 p.m., but I've been open since 8 a.m. That's the norm when the store's open all through the weekend, really.
BGM: Lion House Cafe


Miharu and Naomi had arrived a little bit earlier. They've been waiting for me to finish up for the day. Once done with my cleanup duties, I make my way over to our usual table. I hand them both a cup of coffee as thanks for coming.


That's the only way I can think to lead into the topic. Following that, I place the diary on the table and open it up. The photo is what I want to show them first.

That's Miharu's immediate reaction upon seeing it. Naomi seems puzzled, so I explain its significance to her. About how the girl in the photo is Dianna Harrison, and her uncanny resemblance to Parca.


I say nothing, but offer a reaffirming nod. Now that they've seen that, it's time to show them the name card of Numeral XIII.

I wanted to use these to preface our discussion, but maybe I've served the entree before the appetizer, as it were. You could cut the tension with a butter knife.

Now feels like the right time to talk about the contents of the diary.
BGM: Sinking in Flames

Based on what I know, Dianna died in a fire when she was twelve. Linda wrote about her regret over this tragedy at the end of the diary. She regretted not being able to save Dianna despite her pleas for help.
The main issue is the eleven weeks leading up to her death, though.
Eleven weeks before Dianna's death, a boy seeking to become her father's pupil fell down the stairs and died from trauma to the head. One of the assistants who had been to their home the week after soon died of food poisoning. The week after that, the mother of the boy who died two weeks prior died from a fever.
Every week following that, someone with some sort of connection to Dianna died. There wasn't any pattern behind who died. Some were close to her while others weren't. These events terrorized her family. It led them to a natural conclusion. That any one of them could be next.

Their fears came true with the twelfth victim. Yep. It's just as I mentioned before. The fire took not only their home but also Dianna's life.
The destruction caused a bookcase to fall on her, crushing the lower half of her body. Linda was in the same room at the time and did all she could to save her. She just wasn't strong enough to move the bookcase. This was a hundred years ago, so they lacked the same means to extinguish fires as we do today. Upon finding the two, their mother had to make an impossible decision. But to her, the answer was clear. Even with her aid, they couldn't get the bookshelf to budge. Their father had passed out from smoke inhalation. The fire would likely consume Dianna were they to stay and call for help, too. So their mother made the only decision she could.
She had to save who she could.
She chose to save Linda at the expense of Dianna.

Linda viewed it as the wrong choice. She felt a responsibility to write about these events in the same diary she received from her beloved sister. Her feelings toward Dianna are penned in detail. It's through them that the entire tale feels all the more tragic.
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BGM: He Reveals me the Answer


Things remain tense after I finish my explanation. Understandably so. It's hard to remain composed when you realize the cute girl in the photo died not long after it was taken.



We're all on the same page.



There's a lingering sadness in Miharu's voice. I doubt she could feel anything else in the face of this revelation.






It doesn't feel like she's spiting us because she was once human, either. Her role as a goddess is unquestionable to her. That's how I saw it before now, so I agree with Miharu's theory. All three of us start to ponder on our own. Naomi eventually speaks up, suggesting that we've probably noticed what she's about to say.

Both myself and Miharu stare at Naomi in response. Our cards contain information that represents our past, present, and future. Most importantly, they allow us to elect and eliminate others. The fact that Parca has her own cards must mean she can be elected as well.




I'd been wondering why Miharu's card book never reacted to the information I shared. I've been wondering something else, too. Something Naomi picks up on, as well.





It's shocking how calm we are while imagining events from a hundred years ago. It's the only method we have to learn more about Parca, though. This is a possibility that's been right next to us since the beginning, and yet it's one we've only discovered at the last moment.

That's going to be the hardest part. There's no way we'll get our answer by asking her directly. Not like she'd even be able to if our theory about her not remembering her past is true. It's nothing but a theory, and yet it's one we have to base everything on. I want to believe that we're not following the wrong trail.









Naomi's words hit close to home. I'm getting my hopes up. All that's left is to turn my hopes into a winning strategy. It's kind of ironic, though. They talk about fortune smiling on those with hope, but we're dealing with the Goddess of Fate here.


I can tell she feels guilty asking, but she just can't suppress her curiosity.



Important and valuable to my gran as it is, I'm sure it'll be fine in Naomi's hands. Its a source of information, too. Naomi might just be able to pick up on something I missed. Once we've finished that topic, we spend the rest of the day hanging out as normal. Both of them head home after dark. Seeing them talk to each other like friends when I see them off is a relief.
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BGM: Rinka's Room

I can't hide my happiness, not even after getting back to my room. I never would've imagined this scenario at the beginning of Divine Selection. Not only is Miharu looking to survive now, but we've also found a possible way for us both to make it through.

It's basically confirmed that she used to be human. What happened during her dying moments, then? Something must've caused her transformation. We're left with more questions than before, but it's also proof that we're making progress. I'll do this, no matter what.
Having steeled my will once more, I dive into bed in preparation for tonight's election.