Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

- It was humiliating.

The biting fangs are shaking, the organs are simmering with anger, and the soul is cracked with grief.

What are you doing by being good to a lowly human being, being pushed into it without doing what you need to do, being cut to a trump card that you knew should not be cut?

"Oh, my God, you're so outrageous."

The frontier where the existence of dragon men must not be easily shown, and the ugly state where it was exposed in vain.

Had there been another Dragon Man, he would have covered his face so vaguely that he would have laughed at the Dragon Man's shame and anger and killed Madeleine.

But that won't happen.

There were no other dragons. Madeleine's always been alone, so--

― ― That's why we have to kill the person who killed my partner and the thing I wanted.

"Mr. Flop, please help me." I need to get this child inside..... "

I heard someone's voice at the edge of my consciousness.

Nobody, nothing. It's a human voice. Since there were no other dragon people, everything that spoke in human language was human, and it was only radically different from myself.

And then your head gets hot for the closest humiliation you can get from being different from yourself.

A red woman in a dress and a silver woman with snow.

Those terribly precise women burn Madeline's consciousness white.

I woke up to be guided, and stretched my arms toward the side where I could hear my voice.

The thin back in front of you, tearing it apart, and--

"I don't mind being called an idiot."

Instead, you hear someone else's voice, and the next moment, the figure in front of you changes.

A thin back is pushed out, and a thin person is in front of him. At that moment, my fingernails were swung towards the opponent, and the sharpness of my flesh bounced back into my hands.

――――

Blood was scattered, and the slender body that was struck by the strength of the dragon man collapsed without a spell.

I didn't think you did it. Ironically, the unresponsiveness of it makes me realize that the slender tears are not the object of the abomination that burns my own organs.

Even so...

"Next, who's going to..."

Do you want to be torn apart by your own fingernails or do you want to bark with your fangs out?

I was about to kick the body of the opponent I had just knocked down and entrust myself to the ferocity of seeking the next prey. Then, looking at the fallen opponent,

"... eh?"

A man with white skin dyed with blood and long blond hair spread on the ground is falling down.

A stranger. The only way to distinguish a man's face was to make a big mess, but none of those faces belonged to him.

Therefore, it was not the man himself who caught my eye, but his belongings.

A thin breastplate of a fallen man, torn apart and ripped apart. So what's covered in blood is an ornament with the fangs of a beast that a man was hanging from his neck.

- No, it's not a beast's fang.

It's, it's, it's, it's, it's.

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――――

Flop rushed over and knocked his shoulders off, and Lem fell into the lawn in the garden.

Unexpectedly, it was a force that could not be added or subtracted. There was no room to support the body, and Lem's body fell down on the green.

However, there was no need to question the flop who did it for sudden action.

A much more eloquent answer was spread out in bright red in front of the rem.

Mr. Flop!

Placing his hand on the lawn, Lem turns his voice to the sight.

Before her eyes, lying on her back until a few seconds ago, Lem's thin body was cut deeply from her shoulder mouth to her waist.

Four sharp scars like a blade were cut through the front of Flop's body.

And Lem quickly realized that it was the result of trying to protect himself.

Sometimes it was a girl Lem rushed over to help.

――――

A girl with sky-colored hair, she stood up in a waved position, dripping flops of flesh from the tip of her fingernails.

From the girl who tried to inflict the murder, Flop defended Lem and was wounded.

And as soon as he saw the wound, Lem tried to get up.

"Get out of the way, Mr. Flop!" Let me see your wounds... cum! "

However, Lem, who tried to get close to Flop, was interrupted by the girl's thin arm. A girl steps up to the flop in front of a lem that was grabbed by her shoulder and pushed down.

I didn't know that you were going to sting Flop, but Lem's whole body was filled with blood.

As it was, the girl's arm grabbed the neck of the flop, violently causing its body.

And then--

"Why are you lowering the dragon's fangs...... Carillon's fangs!?"

With desperation and sadness on her side, the girl asked like a scream.

For a moment, Lem's thoughts that did not understand the meaning of the question stopped. But in the meantime, the girl said, "Why not?!" He was questioning the flop with his eyes closed.

Without Flop's response, his consciousness remains dark. However, there is constant blood flowing from the wounds on the body that will be woken up, and there is no doubt that the fire that remains of life will become weak.

"Answer me! Answer me!" If you can't do that..... "

"No, please don't! I'm unconscious! You're going to die!"

"---"

I grabbed Lem by the arm of the girl who was rampaging at Flop. In the way, the girl turned around angry with her golden eyes, but Lem also endured the power of her eyes with impatience.

Even though Flop's life is at stake, can he be overwhelmed?

"Let me treat you immediately!" Otherwise, Flop-san..... "

"What's going to happen if I treat you!?" If you're going to die anyway, before you die..... "

"I will cast healing magic!" I can use healing magic! "

Lem's desperate appeal slightly relaxed the girl's arm.

There is no way to save Flop, who was badly wounded, just by treating him. But if it's healing magic, it's not the same story. The girl's golden eyes reflected the rem properly for the first time.

”... can you save me?”

"- I'll do it. Whatever...!"

Well then, let's hurry up.

Did you understand that there was no other way than to trust Lem's words?

The girl pressed the body of the caused flop against the rem and said so unilaterally. But I can't afford to rebel against that attitude.

"It's terrible..."

Seeing the scars on the handed over Flop, Lem muttered to himself.

Four wounds are carved into the white skin of the flops, as if they were torn apart by the claws of a beast. It's like scooping muddy mud on a tree branch, deeply carved into a painful wound.

Even more, as the blood continued to flow abundantly, it was held down by the cloth wrapped around the head of the flop, and the healing magic was activated from the top of the wound -- immediately after that, the lethargy attacked Lem's whole body.

"--Oh"

I had already applied healing magic to a large number of people injured in the Dragon raid.

Although we have limited ourselves to those who need healing surgery, it is necessary to use so much force on those who need healing surgery, so we cannot avoid wasting.

It's a cure for Flop, who came back there and was on the verge of death. The mental burden is also great.

"Still, you have no choice but to give up..."

Otherwise, he tells himself, Lem focuses on Flop's wound.

Priscilla's words suddenly resurrected in Lem's mind. It's a piece of advice to Lem that makes him think about his memory, his way of being, and the role he's supposed to play.

Words between the days spent in the city, separated from the Svalbards, and beside Priscilla-

'Behold not the wound, but the life itself. In short, the body of a living being is not only blood, but also various things that are invisible. The healing surgery should be grasped before that. "

"It is not for the concubine who does not use the healing technique to unravel what it is. For the sake of convenience, I called it life. You can call it how you like it, just--"

Remember, Lem. A poor girl who has lost her memory and her roots. It's your essence that you have the power to heal people who are supposed to have lost everything. "

"--No one can escape from themselves." Let us not forget the words of our concubine, but let us enrich ourselves. "

-Seeing life.

Not the painful wound itself, but the flow of flops, and stopping or amplifying the life itself that must be kept, and stopping it.

It is not a healing technique to fill the scorched flesh, to close the wound, and to relieve the pain.

In essence, healing is not a magic that heals wounds, but a magic that saves lives.

Interfere with your life, reach out to your awareness and skills.

― ― It should be possible to stop the lost lives of Flops and save them.

――――

The healing technique of Lem, which seeks the best of the spare power and sharpens to the extreme, demonstrates its true value.

It connects the threads of life that need to be held, stops the flow of life that needs to be held, and gives momentum back to the lights of life that will disappear. --Flop's life will be saved.

"Mr. Flop...!"

Breathing is thin and weak, and the color of the cheeks is bloody.

As both of them gradually begin to show stability, Lem tries to attract a definite response. Flop's long eyelashes trembled and his blue eyes thinly opened in response to Lem's call.

Still, the flop was blurry in consciousness. However, if we continue with the healing, we will be able to take his life.

Yes, Flop's lips trembled as Lem tried to breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, with a slight exhalation, he said:

”... you can't heal me”

- Huh?

The eardrum was struck by words suspicious of her ears, and Lem let out a slippery breath.

The focus is disturbed by too much surprise, which also hinders the activation of the healing surgery. Flop's eyelids fell again and his consciousness sank before REM, who was in a hurry to focus on healing.

This time, while concentrating on the healing magic of the completely unconscious flop, Lem couldn't understand the meaning of his words and was confusing half of his head.

Why did Flop say that?

What do you mean you shouldn't treat yourself?

Did you say something nasty to make your consciousness dizzy?

It's possible. Considering the amount of blood that flowed, it was a miracle that my consciousness was restored in an instant.

It's no surprise that you've said something that doesn't make sense in an almost ambiguous consciousness. However, even with a short relationship, there is a high level of trust in the flops in the rem.

Flop is always the one who thinks hard and gives his opinion.

What if the flop's words were his own?

Isn't it too dishonest to argue that it's just speech?

――――

Why did you say you shouldn't cure it?

--No, what did Flop say in the first place? It shouldn't be cured. Correctly, it must not be cured.

You can't cure me, can you?

It is a strange phrase to say that it should be cured.

I will not stop the cure, but I will try to stop the cure until the end. But if we don't cure him to the end, Flop's life will be in danger.

Lem's mana had its limits. In the first place, I don't know what it means to do such a thing. Save Flop's life, and then--

"--Ahhh"

Thinking that far, Lem understands that his perception of the situation is misunderstood.

I was desperate to concentrate on treating Flop, and I couldn't see the surroundings at all.

――――

Behind Rem, who heals Flop's wounds, stands the girl who did this. More to the point, there are still swarms of dragons flying over the rapidly cooling city, and fierce battles continue across the city.

Nothing has changed for the better. Even if the flop's wound healed, it was.

And Flop's suit reminded me of the possibilities in Rem.

That 's--

"--Who are you?"

Lem asked the girl behind him, not turning around.

It's not a word I saw on my face, but the girl would have known that Lem was the subject of her question. Soon, the sound of a girl's fangs clattering,

"It's not the time for you to say that. If you have time to worry about something else, you should get rid of that man!"

"I want to be cured too!" but..... "

But what is it?!

"But! I can't concentrate because I'm wondering who you are." If this keeps up, the magic may not last. ”

Unable to think of an excuse, Lem had a terribly naive objection. If this were to buy the opponent's wrath, it would be no surprise that the claws that slit the flop were directed at the rem.

However, in response to Lem's naive objection, the girl let out a rough breath,

"...... Madeline-chan"

"... what is it?"

Madeline Eschert! One of the Imperial Generals!

With anger and an impatient tone, the girl-Madeleine answered Lem's question.

I'm surprised that the answer is back, but the more shocking is Madeline's title. She calls herself an Imperial General, and Lem knows where she stands in this country.

And that understanding was consistent with the suspicions that might have arisen in Rem.

That is,

"--What are you doing?" why..... "

――――

"Why did you stop treating that man!?"

Once he took a deep breath, Lem retracted his hand from Flop's wound.

Naturally, the healing procedure to heal Flop's wound was interrupted, and Madeline bit the fact. Madeleine grabs Lem's collar and pushes herself towards her.

Intimidated by his skill, Lem looked back at Madeline with eagerness.

And then--

"Answer me! What do you mean, you!"

"- If you continue to treat Mr. Flop, there are conditions."

"Conditions...? What are you suddenly saying..."

"--Please evacuate the herd of flying dragons that are attacking the city." I can't do any more treatment unless you ask me for the conditions. ”

Yes, the girl who led the flying dragon flock began to negotiate head-on.

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--Don 't cure yourself.

Lem interpreted the puzzling flop's words as a way to do this.

I don't know why, but Madeline is committed to Flop's survival. There is a reason she is obsessed with Flop, and as it stands, it can only be held in the rem.

Negotiate a halt to the attack on the city, using Flop's life as a shield.

Or rather, Lem decided this outrage with the firm will of a human being.

Otherwise, Flop would want this too, and there's no good excuse to hear it. I thought I could save this troubled castle city by using Flop's life like this.

Even if the meaning of Flop's words was different, Lem had already begun.

"Na......"

Madeleine's ears were pushed against the demands.

Of course. Rem was just as confused when he heard Flop. The same thing is falling on Madeline. I can understand it too.

But I have no sympathy. Rem couldn't afford to.

――――

Tears and the impatience of stopping the treatment of the flops burn the chest of the rem.

Sincerely, I want to resume the healing procedure immediately and continue the work of saving the life of Flop. I was on the verge of returning the lost lives on my fingertips.

In the meantime, the possibility of flops slowly closes.

“What do you want to do? Please make up your mind as soon as possible."

While avoiding the impatience, Lem pressed Madeline to make a decision.

It's not her that's being pushed, it's her that's being pushed. In doing so, I want to leave as little or as much potential for flops as possible.

The effect of the white light that shook the entire city was still great, and I couldn't see Kuna or Holly, who were protecting the Mansion. It took me a while to get back.

We cannot ask the outside to break this ground. Lem's arm rested on one of these.

"Madeline-san, time is running out..."

"--You should probably look down on the dragon."

"Gu......"

The urge to make further decisions is obstructed by the feeling of the palm compressing the throat.

Madeleine's little hand holds Lem's neck and makes him speak no more. - No, Madeline didn't want to negotiate in the first place.

The golden eyes burning with anger cursed Lem's savagery, which pushed the conditions.

Being exposed to a terrifying and powerful sneak that is incomparable to his young appearance, Lem's courage rises, and he wants to withdraw his momentum immediately.

When you imitate the uplifted, you have the urge to beg for forgiveness and flinch.

But--

――――

An equally powerful opponent reminded me of Subaru, who stood in front of me to protect Lem.

Dressed in silly costumes and exposing a very unseen ugliness, Svalbard stood in a desperate attempt to protect Lem. - No, it's not just that scene.

Even in Lem's eyes, Svalbard was by no means strong or special.

Yet, Svalbard was timid about danger and never stepped back.

At that moment, Lem, who was looking at Subaru's figure, was frightened and bewildered himself.

We have to face down and give up.

With such a spoiled thought and soft readiness, they didn't decide to stay.

"I, I want to..."

What the hell is that?

"Even if you kill me... your defeat..."

While being strangled, Madeleine stared at the panting Rem's proclamation.

If Madeline is going to kill Rem in her anger, she's going to miss her chance to talk to Flop.

After all, the content and quality of Madeline's imposing choices remain the same.

Destroy the city or save the flop.

As a general of the Empire, it would be Madeleine's mission to fulfill her mandated role. However, Lem sees a small chance in Madeline's attitude and behavior.

Madeleine has something she really wants to say to Flop. There's something I want to make sure of. How important it is for Madeline to know that.

There, Lem saw the value of a fight.

"--What do you want to do?"

――――

"Please choose. Do you kill or do you let people live?"

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--White dyed consciousness gradually clears up, and the world slowly changes color.

”-Ohh”

With the awakening of consciousness, my whole body felt a terrible sense of oppression.

It's as if there's a heavy feeling of rubble on the top of my body, and it's pressing against my whole body, making it hard to breathe. Somehow, I moved my arm to push it away,

"Nh, so..."

When you stretch your arms from a cramped position, you make a loud noise and feel a distant pressure.

For the first time, I was convinced that it was really the underlay of rubble, not my imagination, and I was convinced of the reason why it was so hard to breathe.

Convinced, I wondered why it was under the rubble--

"Yes, I was fighting Madeline with Priscilla."

Reflecting on the events of the last minute, Emilia turned to the surrounding scenery.

Spreading out there was an abandoned cityscape that was too windy. And the building was broken down, and the rubble of it was scattered, and the earth levelled.

Emilia took a small breath as the gathered leaves were scattered by strong winds.

The white snow that fell was the effect of a special attack that Subaru named "Ice Age", the frozen space created by Emilia.

However, Emilia's consciousness was dyed white with another white object falling from the sky.

That 's--

”-Bolcanica, in a similar atmosphere”

The white light pouring down from the clouds into the earth was triggered by Madeline's intentions.

Until she knew what was coming, Emilia paired up with Priscilla in a sudden move and set up an ice shield to intercept the white light.

The layers of ice shields were shattered, and finally Priscilla's red treasure sword flashed ─ ─

"After that, it's buried... I can't!" What about Priscilla!? "

Remembering what happened, Emilia starts looking for Priscilla, who is invisible.

Emilia was covered in rubble, so it's no surprise that Priscilla, who was right next to her, was in the same spot. If so, unlike the powerful Emilia, Priscilla might be buried and unable to come out.

If I don't help you soon, I'll be shivering with my heart.

"Priscilla! Priscilla, where!? Answer me! I'll let you out right away..."

─ ─ It's twitching and noisy, Half Demon

"Priscilla!?"

Emilia flipped the rubble near her as she pushed her painful body. Emilia ran in a hurry as her voice replied as she searched around.

Then we find Priscilla on the other side of the pile of wrecked walls.

Priscilla, sitting on the wreckage, snorted as she rushed towards Emilia in a hurry.

"That's a mistake. You're alive."

“Yeah, thanks for worrying about me. Priscilla's not doing well either... right? But I'm glad you're okay."

Hmmm.

In front of Emilia, who stroked her chest, Priscilla sighed, feeling a little more tired than usual. The gorgeous red dress is also torn everywhere, leaving traces of dirt and stains on her white skin.

Only Priscilla, who always cleaned it, looked very painful.

However, when Emilia lowered her eyebrows like that, Priscilla looked up unhappily and said, "Don't underestimate me."

"Don't make me laugh at you trying to think of a concubine." The concubines and you would be enemies competing for the throne. You should be the one who wants your concubine to fall. "

"Mmm, say such mean things again. I don't think you want Priscilla to get hurt at all.”

What is it?

"You really think I'm the enemy." I was just a little surprised. "

For a moment, Priscilla thought she didn't know about Emilia.

Emilia is surprised and delighted that she has fallen behind in other king candidates such as Krush, Anastasia, and Felt.

It feels like an admission of effort to be lined up with amazing people.

――――

"Ah, but if Priscilla is safe, we need to move immediately." I don't know where Madeline is, and I have to stop the city from being dangerous...! "

Priscilla will be happy to see that the city is safe from the crisis that is besetting it.

If it were true, I would have had Madeline stop the Dragons, but I couldn't find Madeline when I was looking for Priscilla, so it's highly likely that she escaped.

If Madeline can't be counted on, Emilia and the others will have to get rid of the dragon on their own.

Therefore, I was in a hurry to go to the place with the most flying dragons.

"--Hold on, demon."

"I want to wait for you, but I can't rest." I have to hurry up.... "

“No, it's not. - The situation moves."

Stopped from running out in a hurry, Emilia turned around and rolled her eyes.

Priscilla, who held Emilia back, jerked her chin in the rubble. Emilia looked up at the cloudy sky with white snow.

Then I understood what Priscilla meant by what she said.

”... the dragon is moving away?”

Emilia's vision, the city sky was ravaged, and the flying dragons that were attacking people indiscriminately spread their wings and slowly moved away from the city sky.

Not knowing what it meant for a moment, Emilia thought, "Maybe."

"Madeleine did us a favor..."

Particularly.

"I knew it wasn't? But I think Madeleine is the only one who can tell the dragons to leave..."

The happiest possibility was denied by Priscilla, and Emilia thought so.

Of course, even if you are a flying dragon who obeys someone's orders, you will not commit suicide by recklessly killing yourself. If it gets thicker, it will retreat, and if, for example, the head of the herd loses, it will be enough to run away in a hurry.

However, will Madeline's defeat be a defeat for the length of the herd?

Even if Madeline thought she lost, Emilia and Priscilla could not stop the blow from the clouds.

Rather, it was Emilia who was in danger.

Madeline could still fight if she kept fighting with the flying dragon.

And yet--

"If so, it would have given me a reason to pull back."

"I have to go down, why? What is that?"

"It's not like I can see through everything with a concubine." Madeline was instructed to retreat because the existence of the [Cloud Dragon] was revealed. Or..... "

Emilia laid her hand on her mouth and waited for Priscilla's words to be heard.

Holding Emilia's expectations for a few seconds, Priscilla watches the distant dragon,

I think I found something that should take precedence over the Imperial City's orders.

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― ― Priscilla's reasoning, the right and wrong of which will be revealed after the flock of flying dragons has left.

A swarm of flying dragons that hunted down the castle city to the brink of destruction and damaged numerous residents and guards, and the assault of [Flying Dragon General] Madeline Eschert, who led it.

There, the arrival of the severe ice seasons in the Volakian Empire and the terrible white light from the clouds that destroyed all of the city - the destruction of the city was inevitable in everyone's despair, but those threats suddenly disappeared and the city was shaken by an unexpected fate.

To regain, we must first ascertain the depth of the wound that is received, and whether the wound heals. A distracting act of counting the flow of blood.

There is only one fact to add before the Castle City survivors begin to move.

Madeline Eschert, the [Flying Dragon General] who retreated with a herd of flying dragons.

From the castle city where she flew away with the dragon, two people disappeared at the same time.

─ ― The merchant named Flop O'Connell and the girl named Rem suddenly disappeared.