Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

--I remember that everything was red, red, and wrapped in flames that burned.

The calm, stagnant, decadent days suddenly ended.

Prior to that mad violence, neither the title of the strongest subrace, nor the most feared position of village chief in the village, nor the universal love of the parents protecting their children had any meaning.

It was a bitter thing to be late to notice the spread of the killing.

--No, in this case, maybe you should praise the other person for the good work.

They were hated, neglected, played and persecuted by the world.

So they knew how to lurk in the darkness, kill signs, keep the noise away and sneak up.

At the time of the first ambush, it can be said that there was never a victory or defeat.

The atmospheric mana was mixed with a small amount of starch, and it was too late when the horns felt the anomaly.

Firstly, half of the village's personnel have been cut at first, and less than half of what can be fought at that time. In addition, more than half of them feel unusual, but are unaware of the urgency of any mistake.

Earlier, my heart was corrupted by peace and tranquility.

It was once called the strongest subrace, and even the demons who were told that the situation in the Kingdom of Lugnica had changed if they had participated in the "Subhuman War" - even if the "if" of such history had happened, the demons would certainly not have achieved much.

Either way, the half reduced by the first shot was further reduced to half by the second shot that followed.

At this point, the fires rose from all parts of the village, and by the time the demons of the village echoed to the night sky, which was illuminated with red light, all the demons of the village perceived an abnormality.

However, only two people realized that the demons would perish at this time.

"Ram, get out of the enclosure! As long as you're alive!!

The elder, who enlarged the huge two horns and swelled up the muscles of his body, barked.

The elder jumped out of the house with his dagger, which was his specialty, and said so to Ram, who slashed the soldiers with the wind. Living is not because you mistook Ram.

It was the elders who most foolishly believed that Ram was the glorious future of the demons.

The reappearance of the Onigami, who once sang hegemony in the era of the Onigami clan's glory, the Witch.

That was the role desired by a priest named Ram, and his last wish as chief of the demon tribe who forgot to fight.

Ha!

I felt like laughing at him with my nose.

Throughout this period, the desire of the demons who represent the village is to entrust the future with the realization of endless dreams. Quickly assemble your allies and try to fight back against your enemies, there's so much you can do.

But Ram had no intention of preaching it to the chief.

It is not because of this night.

A long time ago, Ram restricted himself to his clan.

"The glory of demons..."

Nonsense. Nonsense. Bullshit.

The fact that the purest blood of such a demon tribe flows to itself is also disgusting.

Surely, if you want strength, blood will boil, and the feeling of Daw Aung Yang will dominate your whole body, filled with the sense of all-powerfulness that everything is for you.

In fact, if Ram had grown up healthily, that sense of omnipotence might have become real.

But Ram didn't want it.

Ram had a future he wanted to choose over taking care of the Son of God in a narrow world.

It is much more valuable than living a life as a bloodline god who continues to rely on glory that has already perished, rather than being held hostage to the rebirth of the Oni God.

To live as

――――

Concentrate on your forehead and capture the hot illuminated mana from the white corners of your body.

With this in mind, Ram's perception was greatly expanded to capture all the living sights around him and perfectly grasp what happened in the narrow village.

There are many enemies, and a siege fence has been laid to keep them from escaping the village.

At the first point, the response was delayed, and half of the resistance was apparent, but the number was already reduced to count with one hand, and the spirit of the demons seemed to be out of stock.

One elder seems to be struggling quite a bit, but the enemies gathered there are quite skilled - the signs of the elders falling into disadvantage were wrapped in a dense 'death'.

――■■

Rumbling through the village like a wind, wrapping the wind around a small body.

The lips are spinning, and the only thing that occupies the back of the brain is love. That doesn't mean that Ram is weak. I'm just switching my mind.

Because Ram's parents were included in the first half and couldn't help them anymore.

--I 've never hated my parents.

However, I think they were both born in this village, good or bad, grew up in this village, chose to die in this village, and unconsciously embraced the slow destruction.

Therefore, it was a certain inevitability that I scattered my life this night.

However,

"--that doesn't mean you won't pay me back."

An enemy wearing a standing black shadow and a robe that wraps his whole body neatly from his head.

To the foolish man who waves the sword in the form of a cross, Ram sees the wind without slack.

Did you despise me as a child or just lack the strength?

Unable to take the lamb's wind blade, the black shadow is cut down from one to the next, resulting in a mass-production of ruthless carcasses. After that, Ram wraps the wind and keeps killing like a dance in the flames.

That might have looked like a beautiful dance.

But in reality, every time Ram waves his arm, his life is scattered, and every time he loses something in shape, dark joy shouts joy in his young chest.

Kill more and bark harder.

Blood, flesh, bones, soul, and life, the inner self blames.

It is not the first time I have heard that appeal tonight.

--From the moment it was born, this voice will tempt you as long as there is a gap.

Seek the awakening of your inner self to give life to blood, flesh, bones, and soul.

If you can kill more, if you can break more, sue.

Ram doesn't understand what's so great about this.

Neither the elders nor the parents can understand this. I didn't feel like telling Ram who wanted a role other than being Ram.

It's like being dominated by horns.

Without a solid self, the young personality would have been easily swallowed and destroyed, and that would have been the return of the Wizard God who remained desired around.

But that didn't happen. Because...

"--Oh-chan!!

It was called a high voice, and when it turned, ■ was illuminated by the flame.

In a moment, a flock of dark shadows is blown away by the blowing wind, kicking them away in one breath.

Ram then rushed to the bottom of

■ ■ ……

Fearful eyes and no power in the feet were in the spot.

Reach out to such a lovely ■ and try to get him up. You must survive as the elders wish. However, not only the ram, but also

--It was that moment.

I checked the safety of ■ ■, and there was a moment of relaxation.

When I noticed the signs, I was surrounded and it was a tough situation to make an escape route. Not alone. But it's the same as dying if you survive alone.

I managed to break the situation.

To do this, remove all the shackles of power that had been sealed, and turn the raging wind toward the enemy.

――――

It must have been a gap in your heart brought about by a disgusting sense of omnipotency.

The black shadow that scratched the blade of the wind, the flash that it emitted, struck his forehead warmly and his vision exploded.

Against the big shock, Ram watches while savouring a strong sense of loss.

As it went round, the white horns flew around to the red night that was lit by the fire that burned the village.

I understood that it was my horn, and my narrow throat screamed for pain and loss.

While screaming, Ram notices at the same time.

Ever since I was born, I can't hear the voice that keeps eating rum.

Ah, it was so easy, my foolishness went crazy.

As you look at the corners of the parabola on the red night,

--Ah, it finally broke.

And that's what I thought.

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― ― The black earth dragon was diligently running away from the vision shared by the "Thousand Eyes".

The girl on her back is supposed to be important to Ram.

I can't remember a single blade that is missing and leaves nothing but a complete sense of loss.

"--Rem"

Understanding what it meant, Ram's heart trembled with anger.

Admittedly, with the help of Subaru, Ram regained one end of his heyday power, which overwhelmed the Bishop of the Great Crimes of 'Ravage', Rye Batenkaitos, and pushed him to a disadvantage.

Ram himself, I can assure you, there were countless opportunities to kill him.

However, his troublesome power, the existence of the power to take the "memory" and "name" of others, prompted Ram to hesitate to take the blasphemer's life casually.

It was not a warm decision, but an imperative decision. But the result is the result.

As a result, the Baten Khith used his power to flee from the front of the ram and to secure the identity of Lem, the half of the ram.

The aim was obvious - I was convinced that even if I fought properly, I couldn't beat Ram.

Fight from the front, and when you realize the disadvantage, you retreat and change your mind.

The Bishop of the Great Crimes is neither a warrior nor anything. They have no reason to remain greedy just to fulfill their desires, no reason to decide how to win.

Therefore, I sought to reduce the time limit of the tuna rum on the basis of revenge for the humiliating rum and the "memory" of the stolen rum.

The maneuver is the best solution to the anger.

If you can hold on to Lem's stature, Ram is easily disabled.

Otherwise, the more time we spend, the less power our faction will have. As time passes, the odds of winning decrease.

So...

"I'll catch up with Patrash as soon as I can."

Fortunately, Patrash, who is in charge of Lem, is smart enough to say that Julius is next in line among the factions coming to this tower.

Subaru and Beatrice are uneven and unknown about Echidona and Merry. It was rhetorical, such as Emilia, who greatly hesitated to rely on it.

And this is complicated, but the Batenkites are obviously patronizing.

The Baten Kites deliberately loosened the hand of the attack and enjoyed the hunt, creating gaps in the pursuit and weakening the prey, where they could be hunted in an instant.

Everything shares a vision, and to make Ram burn this sight.

I can't let you imitate what you like anymore -

"A-ah"

It was a moment when I was hurrying and trying to run away with the wind.

The view of the spiral staircase trying to go upstairs was blurred, and for a moment, the "Thousand Eyes" was loosened. The view of Batenkaitos is still reflected in the right eye, and the view is still blurred in the left eye.

That's not all. Heavy fatigue and discomfort and pain like being scratched around by an invisible hand were falling on Ram himself.

This is undoubtedly the effect of the tiredness that Ram usually tastes.

The price of eternal erosion of the 'Tuna' rum, which Subaru said he would take on with some power - it is bouncing back to the rum.

What comes to mind instantly is the possibility that Subaru died unusually.

However, it can be judged that it is different from the light load that bounces back to the ram itself. Just a few minutes, but given the power that Ram pulled out, the price is not like this.

That should be the kind of suffering that literally spits blood and doesn't surprise you when you hit around.

That doesn't mean that something unforeseen happened, but that's not why Subaru left the front completely.

Alternatively, you can imagine the exact opposite from what happened.

That is, if the misfortune that Subaru has to take on occurs to someone more than the burden on Ram's body.

"Master Beatrice or Merry, Knight Julius...."

That's what I'm thinking, but there's no point in getting that answer confirmed.

Importantly, at this moment, it became difficult for Ram to exert the power he had just overwhelmed the Batenkites. --Speaking of shackles, there's only one thing you can take off.

If it is impossible, it may be possible to remove up to the second one, but it is only such an indication that it can last for tens of seconds.

So you can beat Rye Battenkaitos?

"What makes you nervous? --There's only one way to win."

In the meantime, the faction's chances of victory diminish.

Ram stepped up the spiral stairs once more after stepping off the steps.

― ― Someday, in order to rush under my sister who is being chased like this, I feel like I've let her breathe, and the missing is throbbing.

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"─ ─"

"Haha! I really don't like it! Good luck to the dragon!

Praise the black dragon running through a narrow passage while being scaled by the dagger thrown.

He bled painfully from his wounds, but the dragon dared to flee wisely and did not waver his victory.

"Windshield Protection" is a characteristic that all species have when it comes to earth dragons.

As long as the dragon continues to run, it ignores most external factors such as the wind and poor scaffolding, and affirms the act of "running" for the purpose.

Its benefits extend to dragon cars connected to earth dragons and dragon riders who straddle their backs.

In other words, even though the "Sleeping Princess" is trapped in the saddle without consciousness, it is under the influence of the "protection of the windscreen".

Without it, the Sleeping Princess would have fallen into the hands of the Baten Kites.

"Awesome, healthy, healthy! How dare you try not to stop running, even though you've been prevented from doing so much running. Well, if you stop, the Windbreaker will be unlocked, and I know why you're desperate!

"─ ─"

"The dragon is good, hard-working, and loyal to his master. I'm sure if you were human, you'd make us a coveted plate of the Gourmand! But, but, but, but, but, but, but, but! Sad as it is, the dragon won't swell our bellies!

There is will, there is soul, there is memory, there is name.

Nevertheless, the power of 'bulimia' cannot be eaten by people other than humans.

Therefore, Baten Khitos cannot love the dragon so desperately, diligently, and daringly confront the difficult enemy in the best way for himself.

Even though it looks so delicious and salivating, I can't eat it.

It is as if it were a meal drawn in a painting with a supreme brush. --There's a saying that you can't eat the mochi painted in the painting.

"Ah, that's it! Exactly! When you're hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry and helpless! A painting of such delicious food is a dead man. This isn't exactly child abuse!?

While chasing the rushing dragon, a lump of nosebleed is ejected from the back of the nose.

The face was crushed in the last battle, and the eyeballs in the left eye were either crushed or burned. My teeth are broken and my tongue is torn, and the blood that constantly flows wets my lower jaw, but I don't care about everything.

― ― Now, I think that Ram is seeing this sight, and my heart is freaking out.

Onee-sama...

A clean, elegant, perfect and impeccable finished existence.

I believe that this is the appeal of "memory" sleeping in the Baten Khitos, and it is a legitimate appraisal after being half-dead without hands or feet.

I can't stand my teeth on a serious rum in Batenkitos. --No, whoever is the Bishop of the Great Crimes will be slightly twisted to death by a serious rum.

Alternatively, Legulus might have been rivaled by the absolute nature of his power.

"Well, that idiot can't possibly kill my sister. Anyway, if you can't kill me, you can't kill me. I was just dropped by the Great Falls and it was over."

There are many ways to contain it, even if you can't kill it.

That's why the "Witch of Jealousy" could not be killed even by Saneijie's hand, and is still trapped in the temple of the sealed magic stone.

I mean, no matter what...

"To entertain the best and perfect sister, it's rude if we don't get ready for it!

With his wobbly left eye open, Batenkitos smiles with a gloomy smile of blood.

The speed of the dragon is great, but indoors its maneuverability is also a treasure. Not to mention the fact that Batenkaitos was able to cross the space with a pacing method that applied "memory" between them, even without even having an open distance.

"As sister's sister, you have to grow up without shame."

With a heightened sense of mission in mind, Batenkitos pulls out his own 'memories'.

He has the power of "predation," a kind of ability called "erosion." It is basically divided into "eclipse" and "eclipse", but it is very difficult to use.

The "eclipse" is a phenomenon where the moon is missing. ― ― Turn around, pull out the "memory" of the victim, and reproduce it in the body of Batenkitos himself.

Usually, it is the essence of this "eclipse" that Batenkitos browses a wide variety of "memories" and combines them to operate as super synthetic art.

On the other hand, "eclipse" is a phenomenon where the sun can be hidden. ― ― Turn around, not only the "memory" of the person you ate, but also the very existence itself, and operate according to the original spec.

Naturally, the body of the user of the original technique is stronger because it can use the technique.

However, if the body turns into the other person's thing, it may be too strongly influenced by the spirit of the other person and loudly resonate afterwards. For this reason, Batenkaitos and Alfaldo do do not use them much unless they do so much.

Rye Batenkaitos and Roy Alfaldo mainly use 'eclipse'.

Louis Arneb's main use was "eclipse" - it was an easy hand because Louis didn't have his own flesh and didn't have a solid ego.

But the moment he was half-dead in the battle against Ram and reproduced the 'Jumper' dolkel in 'eclipse' to survive, Batenkitos broke his shell.

Until now, I have found a technique to use the "eclipse" that I did not use for fear of losing myself and to maintain a firm self.

Now you can taste the other person's main dish, "Life", more perfectly and without waste.

"Growing up in the middle of a battle is something that would never happen to an old man like you. Hahaha! This is a masterpiece! That's right, sister!

I feel so clear now that I have established a strong ego.

I want you to take a good look at yourself in this awake state with your wonderful sister. To do that, we need to choose more ways to drive her hatred.

Full course of the smell of anger, the taste of anger, the touch of anger and anger.

What the hell is a "gourmand" without fully enjoying everything you can feel from a lovely person?

To do this, I think of myself on the back of the earth dragon in front of me.

"That said, I've never done anything out of the ordinary. I wonder if killing yourself would be a discovery of new values."

"─ ─"

The moment you wink, the world switches due to a short-range spatial leap.

A ground dragon explodes moaning in the back of his throat, stunned by the appearance of the Baten Khitos who was supposed to be behind him, trying to run straight through it without stopping his legs.

Keen, really healthy. But good health can only be the spice of later tragedies.

Fist King's Palm

A blow from a swinging fist plunges into the side of the dragon.

Normally, it is a shot from the short body of the Batenkaitos, but not the Batenkaitos, who awakened by seeing the abyss of death and broke the shell to gain new power.

Nage Lockhart's natural body pierces the body of the dragon with impact.

The Fist King's Iron Fist was defeated by a single blow to the body of even the giant armor of the swordsman in countless deaths on a lonely island.

The earthen dragon, which was exposed to it, leaked a fatal voice and was violently knocked against the wall of the passage. But while the dragon fell, it continued to shelter the girl on her back, from her fist, from the wall, from the floor, and from her own giant body.

Grab the girl's body with a stretched tail and bring it down to the aisle floor.

It was supposed to be a slut, but the treatment was smart enough to make all the gentlemen apprentice.

Unexpectedly, Batenkitos applauded.

"Ta-da-da-da! Even if you let me sleep gently on the floor, from now on, I'll carefully chop my neck and make it a souvenir for my sister."

"─ ─"

"Yes, I can't outrun you, I can't outrun you, good work award"

While lying down, he kicked up the lower jaw of the local dragon trying to bite.

Its hard work seems to tear, but hate and Baten Khitos and the earth dragon are enemies. We can celebrate each other's good fight, but we cannot say the same thing about the sky of victory.

One wins, the other loses. Sad or not, that's what reality is.

"Do it! Hold on! Hey! Hey!

Slap it into the Black Dragon with one word, one separator and one voice in mind.

Cheekbones, forelegs, and squatting dragons should have been engraved with pain. Fortunately, Batenkaitos does not eat the "memory" of the earth dragon.

So there's no reason to take that life. I want to remember today together.

And then...

"For onee-sama's sake, let's take care of onee-sama's precious lem with Lem's hands....."

"- Don't be ridiculous."

Immediately after a groaning voice was heard, the face that tried to cover the lemon was violently played.

The face raised to the sound of the sound was struck directly by two shoe backs approaching from the front. The baton kites slipped on the floor with their backs as they were thrown back large.

And then...

"Ahahahaha... you finally caught up with me, sister. We... ah? We... us...? ― ― Lem and the others were waiting.

Wake up slowly from a lying position with only the strength of your feet.

Looking at the half of his love from the front, Ram looked at it for the first time.

"... in a short time, you've become a lot of work."

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"... in a short time, you've become a lot of work."

It was an honest impression of Ram catching up with a horrible hobby chase.

While depriving Batenkitos of sight, Ram dragged his imperfectly liberated flesh to the scene believing in Patrash's struggle.

Four stories away from the spiral staircase, in its passage, I found the earthen dragon torn to pieces, and the lemon lying beside it.

And covered in that lemon,

"I can't believe we're so fucked up, sister... we're so fucked up! I was taking care of my sister."

Words and behaviors that are irregular in tone, irregular in rhythm, and thoughts are disturbed.

Ram would have known at a glance that this was caused by a mental disorder - no, no, no, no.

Because the Vaten Khitos appeared so distorted.

――――

It must have been the most recent concealed balls of Baten Kites that could reproduce the "memory" that was drawn into the body and capture the figure of the opponent as-is.

However, it seems that it was forbidden for Baten Khitos, and the appearance of "bulimia" in front of Ram is none of the "memories" that were drawn.

It's mixed in.

There are parts of the bald old man who jumped out of space, parts of the obese giant who did not accept the blade of the rum wind, parts of the militant with the ability to fight reached the shrine, in addition to various human physical characteristics make up its creepy body.

The lengths of the right hand and the left hand differed in size, and if I succeeded, my face also looked like I was referring to something different from one part to another.

The characteristic of the original Baten Khitos remains, if anything, about its eyesight, but perhaps even it is already borrowed.

And, apparently, Batenkitos himself is unconscious of such a distorted situation.

――

The Batenkites were about to become something nothing anymore.

Originally, the existence that continued to specialize in taking away the "memories" of others may have been thin with a strong foundation of self. That's why he broke.

And instead, I was born...

"--A monster who cares about Lem. Honestly, I've never been so angry."

Looking down at the shard that fills the missing place and the face of her sister, who knows it, Ram feels disgusted with the Baten Khitos, whose features are also added to part of her face.

How dare you stroke someone else's nerves so precisely.

It will be a good match between Subaru and who is good at irritating people.

"Well done, Patrash. Take Lem and stand back."

"~ ~ ~"

The voice of response is also weak, shielding Patrash from spitting blood behind him.

As you slip, Patrash folds the neck of Lem as you drag the giant body down. I want to stay away from the battlefield.

"No way, sister. It's an important hors d 'oeuvres... is it necessary to accompany them before enjoying the main dish?"

"Death."

He stepped on a foot as big as a man's head and turned his palm to the face where he tried to argue.

The whirlwind blade was a small storm with the power to rip the opponent's neck to pieces. ― ― When it came to this, Ram stopped bothering.

As a result of trying to find a way to hurt him without killing him and restore his' memory ', he endangered Lem and in fact caused Patrash to get seriously injured.

Ram takes it seriously. --I have to apologize deeply to Subaru.

And he carried out his murderous intentions so that he would never make this mistake again.

In view of the confused remarks of that spirit just now, it is unlikely that Batenkitos will get a genuine answer. Overall, this choice is correct.

Destroy the Baten Kites and take the physical load from Subaru.

On top of that, we should return Patrash and Lem to the green room, and Ram should run for cover under someone else.

And I was just thinking about it.

――――

On the verge of tearing his face apart in a storm, Ram noticed the change that had taken place.

It's nothing. All in all, the appearance of Batenkitos has changed.

However, it was a difficult change for Ram to overlook.

--A white horn appeared on the forehead of a face with several features.

"That's...."

If you're really, really instinctively moving, take off your hat.

As it turns out, Batenkaitos' behavior is just an outrage that caresses rums.

― ― Sister

For a moment, it is certainly called lemon and melon in two faces, with a voice that seems to be emitted by lemon.

A blow to the face of a rigid ram struck Batenkitos' giant arm.

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No, it's not fatal.

But it wasn't a light enough blow to be optimistic.

Your brain is shaking and your nose is bleeding.

Evidence of huge damage is that the foot can no longer be seen independently of the load.

And it was brought about by a poor girl with a gentle look on her blue hair - three faces with the same atmosphere on the spot, some kind of joke.

"Cry, sister."

With a pleading atmosphere, his fist waves as he floats tears in his pale blue eyes.

Each shot hits the bone marrow or the soul behind it.

"Please be angry, sister."

His stomach was struck, his face lowered, and his jaw was punched straight down. The tongue did not bite, but it was an interconnected prey that was beaten again and lowered back and put elbows into the head.

"Smile, sister."

A dear voice scratches Ram's heart with every word.

Rem, who has been asleep since Ram's recognition. A deprived sister who was erased from her 'memory' and was supposed to always be next to her in life, but was nowhere to be found.

One day, when she woke up, she looked forward to being called for the first time.

At that time, I don't know if Ram is recovering his sister's memory.

Even if he hadn't come back, the first word of the day would have been something special, like a vocalizing voice.

That's...

"Cry," "laugh," "suffer," "smile," "pain," "peel," "Aung Daw," "be ashamed," "sleep slightly," "blush," "peel," "surprise," "celebrate."

"Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister" "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister" "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister", "Sister".

Um...

Don't call me that, my barking mouth is blocked to the bottom of my palm and I can't make a sound.

The monster Ram chased and created - its power was overwhelming.

I have no hesitation. There are no restrictions on drawers. I don't feel like I'm being lost. And yet, you don't try to pull your figure away from Ram's precious body.

Despite the moon and the shade of the sun, the darkness was painted perfectly with "bulimia".

Of course, Ram wasn't left alone. Fight back.

I took off my shackles to the full extent that Subaru would take on me, jumped over the limit that I had imposed on myself that I could only use it for a few dozen seconds, and this time I did everything I could to stop my breathing.

It's like I can't stand my teeth.

"Sister, sister, I don't think that face is like sister."

― ―

Her lips are sharpened and her sweet-expressed sister uses her fist to correct her mistakes.

Wearing his face and clashing against the wall behind him, Ram managed to hold the blasphemer in front of him. But that was the best condition for Ram today.

How long has it been since we started fighting this monster?

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, definitely way past the original time limit. I can't count on my time, and I can't afford to count the actual time.

However, whether we escaped or not, that was the most important thing.

He helped Patrash and Lem retreat by even beating the puppet.

Perhaps that was the goal, but it was also a shame to be hit too hard on the head.

My body is heavy. I can't breathe. My head hurts, my throat dries up, my hands and feet numb, and I bled from an old wound on my forehead. From the white scar, which lost its corners, blood drained across the face.

"--You can't be dirty like that."

Your bloody face is beaten by your palm again.

Your body slips after a blow, and finally your knees can't support your weight. A small voice broke into the place where he was about to lay down, saying, "No," and the kick was released.

Unfortunately, the ram collides with the wall while holding the sternum.

The Preades Monitor Tower, which was supposed to be a strong material, lost its robustness and turned into something that only had the strength it deserved.

In other words, the walls are finally shattered by the assault on the persistent rum together.

Ram rolled through the stone wall and into the other side of the aisle.

Smoke burst into the surroundings, coughing up blood and a powdery tongue. As soon as the broken bones and crushed meat began to sing a great chorus of screams.

He went around his neck and tried to find out where he had been knocked.

"A-ah"

Small, scattered breath leaked.

It could have been a disappointment or a gruesome sentiment.

Patrash and Lem appeared in Ram's sight at the end of the collapsed passage.

The distance was at most a dozen meters - the time that Ram earned was much more prolonged by the pain that Ram felt and just a dozen seconds longer.

"Sister, sister, are you okay?

While listening to him quietly and safely, the Baten Khitos does not cross the shattered walls and tries to bypass the aisle and come here.

Meanwhile, Ram managed to stand up on the spot, holding his arm.

Leave your body on the wall and gaze at each other with a worn out Patrash.

"─ ─"

"... yeah, I know. When it's all over, we'll break the balus."

In fact, I don't know what Patrash said.

However, the fact that Ram's answer was roughly correct proves that there was no correction from the Black Dragon.

――――

I have to admit that Ram's judgment was behind it.

Failure to kill Batenkitos first triggered everything.

In an attempt to correct that mistake, the next one was designed to take immediate life, but Batenkitos, who survived his dying condition, nourished an eye to find an optimal solution.

As a result, his sister, who was supposed to be asleep, appeared and Ram, who was upset, was struck.

All the cards you can hold are used up, and all the cards you draw are betrayed.

Ram was aware of his excellence in all respects, but there was one thing he was aware of that he had nothing to do with it.

--Luck of Time.

From the day when the horns were broken and the way of being a demon tribe was damaged, it remained unchanged.

However, there was no major obsession with the way it was. Because Ram himself was the most sparsely thought of the white horn on his forehead in the world.

And yet, for convenience, I think there are only horns I've lost now.

--No, that's not accurate. Exactly, there are horns themselves.

The horn itself is still in Ram's hands. A loyal wand that has been carried around without letting go - the foundation of the wand is made of a broken corner of lamb.

Horns are important organs for efficiently collecting the mana required by the strong flesh of the Oni clan.

Therefore, there is nothing more familiar to Ram as a catalyst for the exercise of magic.

That's why Rosewall went out of his way to retrieve the horns and make them custom-made.

The horn is so different from the forehead and inside the cane.

So much...

――――

Well, there was an idea behind Ram's brain when he thought about the horns.

That is true of the presence or absence of horns, the fact that Ram once overwhelmed the Batenkites, and the mobilization of knowledge to break the situation and connect possibilities.

A broken horn ram and a sleeping lemon.

The latter is a matter of result, but the former is. --Why did Rosewale retrieve the rum?

Ram knows what Rosewall wants of him.

I know what Rosewale is planning to do in the process.

I heard that I needed rum for that, and I knew how to do it myself if the time came.

Therefore, Ram did not intend to pry until the time came when he needed it.

However, at this moment, Ram himself comes up with the idea that Patrash, who was fighting for his sisters as he slept, needed to survive.

It was a terrible and absurd possibility.

But at the same time, it is a convincing reasoning, and I can be overwhelmed.

If it's Rosewar L. Maysers, Ram's beloved...

"You may be prepared to be scolded for being a bastard."

As it spilled, Ram pulled the wand from his leg with his trembling hand.

Stay still, stare at the wand you've been using for 10 years, and then slam it against the wall with momentum.

From the inside of the shattered cane, it popped out that I hadn't seen in a long time.

--As at that time, as you roll around, you can see it rotating in an obstacle.

△▼△▼△▼△

Slowly, pay off the passage where the white dust can stand, and the baten kites step forward.

It is the taste of the maid, the minimal care to not embarrass the Lord, that the footsteps are easy and not more noisy than necessary.

At the tip of the smoke, your beloved sister must be down.

I wanted to see her face. With strong emotions, I wanted to stare back at the bright red eyes that burned brightly.

It is no longer even a desire to be heartfelt.

Oh.

"─ ─"

Beyond the smoke, the first thing I saw was a dragging black dragon.

During the conversation and contact with my sister, I could only see the dragon. Nothing else was of interest to me, but I had some errands to attend to when the dragon was brought in.

I want to erase onee-sama's inadvertent presence.

Only you can call your sister sister and admire her. My sister is herself.

"Ah, I found it."

On the other side of the leaning dragon, there was a "Sleeping Princess" on the wall.

It's easy to target your neck or heart because you're sitting face to face. We need to stop that breathing and get to the main dish sister.

Yes, Batenkitos noticed that he was trying to distance himself from the Sleeping Princess.

----The blue hair of a leaning girl's head, where it glows blurry and pale.

I wonder for a moment what that light is.

However, it was impossible to do so, which led to the denial of the answer that self-awareness had arisen.

A sleeping girl should be able to do it.

"I'll correct it."

"Hey, hey."

"I didn't think there was any luck. - But it wasn't."

I tried to call the subject of the voice I heard, but I couldn't.

A faster blow knocks out the face of Batenkitos. There was astonishment, and at the next moment the shock waves penetrated and the walking passage was blown in the opposite direction.

"Ugh!?

Without killing the momentum with too much force, the Batenkites broke through two walls and stopped.

Surprise precedes pain and suffering, then get up and kneel to the weight of the damage. It was a sluggish, crushing blow to the core of the body.

After all, Batenkitos stunned at what happened to his poor face.

"Apparently, even heaven is overwhelmed by the cuteness of Ram and Lem."

Shortly after the smoke was blowing itself into the hole in the shattered wall and trying to draw attention to it, even the sound was grabbed by the palm at a rate that left it behind.

Then, you can see the person holding the bones of the cheeks and jaws close by with grip.

It's...

"Hey, ma'am...."

"Unfortunately, Ram's sister is sleeping in the back." Synesthesia "makes it clear."

"Today, Kan...?

"'Synesthesia'. Looks like Ram and Lem were close sisters. Share joy, anger, sorrow, pain, and more. ― ― Reactivation of broken corners, and its burden.

I don't know what that means.

However, what Batenkitos saw in his eyes was affirmed.

Before being beaten to death, I saw a white horn on the "Sleeping Princess" forehead on the wall - the only possession that the demon's daughter could possess, better than her sister's.

Because it is there, because it glows, because it goes through, what is it?

"I like the tip of Barth's operation, but it's fine."

"What did Subaru do..."

"--Stop calling Balth by his face and voice."

"─!!

In a moment, the body was lifted by the grabbed face, and the baton kites were slammed into the ground with pleasure.

The batenkitos tremble in their hands and feet. In front of the baten kites, Ram opens and closes his palms to see for himself, bleeding terribly from the ancient wounds on his forehead.

Rather than annoying the bleeding, however, Ram loosened his lips to welcome him.

It is as if the blood and pain prove that the lost bond was connected.

"Return to the dark, if thou art born in a dark place. If you were born crying, die with your crying."

Gently wipe the blood on your forehead with your palms, and your pale red eyes look down at Batenkitos.

The Batenkitos have assembled so many, hoping for passion in their eyes.

― ― Ram looked down on the Bishop of the Great Crimes of "Ravenous Eating" with cold eyes.

"The reappearance of the Oni God. I didn't like it, but I'll play it only for today. --This time I'll tear apart the fake of Ram's lovely sister."