Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

"--Take care of your own life, Flop. Self-sacrifice is a big fool."

Miles was the one who advised Flop to get him out of a bad environment.

It seems that the orphanage where Flop, Medium, and the two gathered at a young age were much worse in nature than they thought.

An orphanage that gathers children who have no family, no one to go to, and no one to rely on, and provides a life with a roof and a wall for the children, the adults said as a habit.

"You are blessed with an abundance of people who have no food or work."

In fact, I thought that was the case.

My sister, Medium, and my two sisters were abandoned by their families, and their lives were hard while they were covered in muddy water. Speaking of food, if grass, insects, or occasional mackerel were caught, it would be a great fuss, and sometimes, when it was terrible, they would eat the soil and moss and starve.

Compared to that, life in the orphanage was much more blessed.

I was given a blanket even if it was thin and worn out, and I was properly served a meal with a soup that didn't taste good and a piece of bread. It is not every day that I am dispassionately violent to adults when the number of simple tasks that say things is assigned to me.

The outside world was much harder, and the adult's words made sense. Then I won't even budge in the thought of running away.

That being said, I was not intolerant of being exposed to adults hitting and kicking medium and other children, and Flop learned to behave as lucidly as possible and as close to adults as possible.

Every day, it was his role to attract the attention of the adults, and Flop decided to do so.

If you like the prominent flops, the adults' attitude toward other children will be softened as well. Even when adults are in a bad mood, the first thing that stands out is the flop.

That's all you need to stand out from the crowd.

Louder voices and gestures, exaggerated expressions and gestures. Fortunately, it was not difficult to make them a habit. It seems that there was a heaven for attracting attention.

─ ─ Shifting the tip of his anger toward the young child, he was sure of it the night that medium stroked the wound of Flop, who had suffered the mourning of half-killing.

This is the role you have to play in this place.

In a distracting pain, Flop said to himself:

"Whatever you want, you bastard."

"Eh......"

"For the first time in many years, we are still a stupid family, and stupid kids are imitating us. Even though Balboa is crazy enough."

Flop who recognized his role and decided he was ready to take on the negative aspects of the orphanage.

However, the prospect of such a flop was suddenly crushed one night.

The person who appeared across the flying dragon was not a flattering person.

A figure that does not hide the evil of brutal growth and scratches an irritated gray hair is a type of opponent that doesn't want to be involved in the child's mind. None the less, a look reminiscent of a lowly rat fuels that impression, and people should usually keep their heads low so they don't get beaten.

Miles betrayed such a rude impression of Flop.

"Originally, I came from the same facility as you guys." Well, even when I was there. That's why I ran away and survived in the muddy water. "

The door to the children's room was bonelessly locked so that they could not escape at night while they were sleeping.

Miles broke the key roughly and peeked inside, looking at the nearly twenty children who had been pushed into a small room, and he was very irritated and tongued.

Then, he took the children out of the room, who were surprised and frightened by the appearance of unknown adults, and left them with the words "Wait for me" and headed to the adults' room.

And then--

"It was such a daily repetition that I didn't die, but I managed to pick up my luck." And after all these years, I suddenly remembered my abominable home...... this is it. "

Rolling the tied-up adults onto the floor of the room and kicking them in the face with an ungrateful scolding, Miles smiled despicablely and spat, “It's all right.”

The adults must have had a hard time. That said, Flop couldn't help but tilt his neck.

Miles turned around and raised his thin eyebrows.

"What, you can't do it, too?" Then pay him back. It's a hundred times more. "

"Eh, no, I..."

"--Let's do it!!"

Flop hesitated to answer Miles's demonic whisper.

But the medium jumped out from behind the flop, and hesitated to beat the head of an adult tied up with a tree branch that he had picked up. - No, not just medium.

Every child became an angry rebel, except Flop, who was dumbfounded.

“It always hurt!”

I hate it!

Avenge your anger!

If you stop, the screams of adults who can't resist being tied up will swallow your child's rage.

They put their nails on the adult's face, slapped his cheeks, and finally pissed, exploding the anger that had accumulated every day.

"Buhahaha! Look at their faces! It's a masterpiece!"

Miles laughs vulgarly next to the flop watching her sister's treason.

Not very happy, but Flop didn't feel like laughing at it. I'm just letting the adults see this, and I'm just turning around to see what happens to them.

"Well, let's say you like it... but if you throw it out, I don't know what Uncle Dracoi's going to do to you."

Miles continued to say "so" to his younger juniors as he finished his treason emotionally and looked around at the children who had come out of the institution.

"For the time being, I'll take you to my uncle. Feel free to shake yourself from there. I hope you don't have to follow me."

The children looked at Miles' face in response to his vague invitation.

It is disturbing and confusing to see it on the face. Miles said he was free to follow or not, but it was an 'option' that the flops had never had before.

Children who have been following the instructions of adults have no right to choose anything. So, all of a sudden, I am handed over my right, and I am left with it.

Miles shrugged his shoulders at the way the children looked.

"What are you doing now? You're pathetic." --It must have been after I tried to get back at them. You guys have a choice. "

Miles told me so, and the children noticed for the first time.

Already Miles was right, they chose to treacherize.

In the end, no child chose not to leave the orphanage.

Of course, even though Flop didn't participate, it can't be said that he will stay in the orphanage where he did all that. In the first place, Medium said, "Let's go!” Miles asks, “Let's go!" He also called out to Flop.

It is impossible not to fulfill your medium wishes or choose a path that separates you from your sister. Flop left the facility for some passive reasons compared to other children.

I've done a terrible thing.

Or perhaps you got caught up in something outrageous, and I felt sorry for you.

But--

"Good night, ankan"

On the way under Miles' master, in the absence of a roof, I slept with my sister on a blanket that I had taken out of the facility, and the words pierced my chest.

The view outside the prison without a shelter or a wall, with my sister entrusting herself to her as if she were relieved.

I realized that I didn't have to worry about being beaten anymore or my sister crying.

"--fu"

When he realized it, Flop cried.

I cried and cried and cried and chewed on the salty taste of freedom.

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--Far away, the flying dragon flipped its wings and turned away from the sky covered in gray clouds.

If that wasn't a preliminary move for the next attack, Zikl continued to be vigilant until the shadows were as small as the bean grains, and then Zikl relieved himself of his tension.

The reason was unknown, but the flying dragon herd retreated. Since the City Hall has not completely fallen, there are two possible reasons for retreat - the achievement of the operation goal or the difficulty of achieving it.

From Zikl's point of view, the former is preferable.

Even if we picked up many of the dramatic events that occurred during the intense attack and defense of just one hour, it was considered that the probability of the former was objectively high.

"Rapid temperature drop and catastrophic damage in the southern part of the city..."

With his rich hair in his hands, Zikl touches two strange things that cannot be judged.

During the battle, the temperature of the castle city dropped slightly, and when the white snow finally started to flicker, I doubted my own eyes. Snow can sometimes be seen on high mountains, but if you want to see snow in Volakia, you can only expect a Cataclysm.

In other words, the snowfall that occurred during the battle was nothing short of a Cataclysm.

However, Zikl and the others were fortunate to have worked for them.

Rapid temperature changes, especially in the cold, made the flying dragon weak, and the troublesome flight power was visibly reduced. Without it, the damage would have been greater and deeper.

However,

"Um, what the hell is the white light..."

The hopeless devastation that was beyond our reach had flattened the southern part of the city.

It is one of the sights of the end of the world, a kind that is easy even with the word Cataclysm. Even without the damage that would follow, the city suffered enough with one shot.

The chain of command was also confused, and judgment on the state of war was stagnant. If it had been pushed into the flying dragon, the city might have fallen without collapse.

It was strange that a group of flying dragons retreated.

Therefore, Zikl speculates that there was something on the enemy side of the attacker.

Has someone dealt the enemy a hard blow instead of the Zikls being used to defend the city? In that case, the candidate would be Misserda, who leads Südrak, or Priscilla, who has a proven track record of defeating a single general, Arachia.

Whatever they did to me,

"After all, women are wonderful. But I don't want to take for granted the shame of being protected in the shadow of a woman."

Being a good woman is not a good excuse for Zikl to be inferior.

Whilst the splendour of a woman is reverence and love, her sins shall not be a commandment.

No matter what--

I was prepared to be exposed to such an onslaught.

"... if you want to take on the castle city, use the flying dragon as a stone." That being said, it was only reasonable to expect that [Flying Dragon General] would be sent instead of the Flying Dragons. "

Zikl shakes his head sideways at the words of the wounded and bleeding chief of staff.

The outlook was sweet. The Siege Dragon weapon prepared in preparation for the flying dragon was also placed on the western walls in anticipation of the attack from the Imperial Capital, but the flying dragon herd came from all directions.

After the withdrawal of the first general, Arachia, it was said that it would take time for the next general to be dispatched, but this was also misread - which is natural given the circumstances.

This is not a city revolt, but a forerunner of a bigger coup d 'état.

According to the Imperial City's treacherous ministers who know the circumstances, we will do everything in our power to extinguish the fire of rebellion while the spark is still small. We should have also kept in mind the input of a succession of generals.

"No, reflection is later." With the city walls destroyed, it was easy to conquer the city, if not the dragon. Confirm the damage. I was wondering if I could fix the wall..... "

"--Lower your weapons now!" This is an order! "

Hmm...

Zikl quickly extracts reflective factors and stores them at the edge of thought.

When I tried to confirm the damage and split my head for future measures, a tight sharp voice shook the cold air.

Looking at it, there is a figure surrounded by guards in the city government building, which was used as a command post to retreat from the dragon attack.

Until then, it was a man with a bad attitude who gathered the weapons and vigilance that were directed at the flying dragon. There was a long sword in both hands, and blood was dripping from the tip of the sword.

However, it's not human blood, it's Dragon blood.

"That's..."

"I was one of the soldiers who sent out from the underground to take measures against the flying dragon." with the use of two swords..... "

"Oh, I was watching too. It was the first battle of a thousand years. - Hey, stop it!"

Zikl nods to the Chief of Staff's point and orders his men to do so. At the direction of Zikl, one of his subordinates said, "Two generals!" I raised my voice,

"It's dangerous! Things just got me out of jail..."

"If the threat of the Flying Dragon leaves, I'll go back to my cell immediately?" Then don't be convinced. It's more about the sacrifices you make. "

In response to the urgency of his subordinates, Zikl took a step towards the surrounded man.

The strength of the Twin Swordsmen was quite high compared to the average Imperial soldier. In fact, there was no way to defeat the flying dragon herd that attacked the City Hall without his help.

If the sword was turned against us, it would cause more damage.

"Of course, if you can take part in such outrages, there will be no life for you." That's why.... "

So, what?

――――

The man responded with a piercing voice and attitude to the cut-out zikl. Instead, he pointed one of the two swords at Zikl and grinned violently.

"Do you want to surrender to me quietly?" That doesn't change what I'm saying to the other guys, right, [Likes girls]? "

You! You're making a fool of General Zikl!

Zikl, who was proud of his disgraceful title, felt a clear intention to ridicule his title in his remarks. Therefore, Zikl once again controlled them with his hands,

"You are welcome to surrender, but you are not. Your work was impressive. Differently, the fact that they contributed to the city's defense does not diminish. That's why I'm letting you go."

"- Are you serious?"

“The decree of Vorakia is a decree of the Emperor.”

The Emperor of Volakia, who appreciates the strength and work of the Emperor himself, is the norm of imperial meritocracy, and Zikl is also the foundation of loyalty with respect.

However, as soon as I heard Zikl's answer, the man's attitude became explicitly prickly.

The sneakiness overflowing from his whole body, and his eyesight-a man whose right eye was blocked by his eyelid stared at Zikl with all his emotions in his left eye.

"You betrayed the Emperor and the Empire, and the rebellious' General 'on the enemy's side was shy and well said...!" If I were you, I wouldn't be able to stand that shame. "

――――

In response to the strong hostility and the man's remarks that the source was loyalty to the Empire, Zikl took a slight breath and stared at the man.

This soldier, placed in a dungeon, must have been the last one to resist Vincent's plan to capture Guaral without following his instructions to surrender. In other words, someone with an extremely strong sense of belonging to imperialism.

Then...

If I were to say that I am as loyal to the Empire as you are to the Emperor, would you be willing to listen to me?

"Ahhn?"

In response to Zikl's question, the man opened his left eye and leaked Gara's bad voice. But looking at Zikl, who was not frightened by his gaze, he threw his sword to the floor.

The sword rolled with a high-pitched voice, and the helpless man raised his hands.

"Can I take it in the sense of listening to the story?"

"For the time being, don't be ready to crush your balls." If you're serious, you'll be able to take off the head of a betrayal [admiral]..... "

Looking around, the man looked at Zikl's men provocatively. Their gaze heightens their vigilance, but the man laughs with his nose.

"Don't do it." However, if it's a boring story.... "

"I'm going to tell you a story that will interest you accordingly.... sometimes, what's your name?"

Zikl asks the man his name when he walks up to him after lowering his weapon. For a moment, the man wondered if he could answer the question, but he scratched his head without any reason to deceive him.

"-Jamal O'Reilly, Private."

, stating his name and rank.

With this posture, Zikl also pulled his chin deeply.

"Jamal. You know, I'm Zikl Ottoman. It was granted the status of a second general of the Empire, and is also called a" woman-lover. "

Ahn?

"I'd rather be called a 'coward' nowadays."

The nickname that used to be considered a disgrace became a special shine in Zikl.

Listening to Zikl's answer, the man-Jamal twisted his face without understanding. I saw the qualities of standing on my arm, but not being good at using my head or twisting it.

Then, if I tell you righteousness, you may listen to me.

Over there...

"--Excuse me, did the representative of this city feel comfortable here?"

Jamal surrenders and frees himself from a sense of urgency. There, a voice slid in, as if looking at the interrupting machine.

Its quiet, soft voice strikes the eardrum to ease what you hear.

That said, Zikl turned to an unheard voice and raised its round eyebrows.

The voice of the Lord appeared on the stairs connecting the top floor of the command post to the downstairs. Raising his hands and showing no hostility, the grey-haired man turned his gaze.

Is that you, [General] Zikl Othman?

He did not hesitate to identify Zikl as a "general" from among those wearing the same red uniform.

Of course, it was easy to spot Zikl as the highest ranking in the room because of the cloak and the class chapter on the shoulder. ― ― The problem is the difficulty in pointing it out.

Brave enough to face the command post where the battle took place before and appoint a stranger commander. A modest but not scared man, Zikl's affiliation is overwhelming.

I didn't see any city dwellers, so I thought I was in the middle of a battle.

In that case, the most appropriate is -,

The use of the Imperial City… Is it a message to us?

"What? Oh, no, no, it's totally different!" We are more complicated and confusing to explain, but we are not related to the Imperial City. "

The young man rushed to deny Zikl's suspicions, waving his hands to the side. If you want to swallow it, you will not know where the young people stand.

Instead of Zikl, who deepened the wrinkles between his brows, Jamal clenched his teeth and said, "Fuck you."

"I have a prior appointment!" I'll come in later... and I'll fuck you up! "

"I'm sorry about that." I don't think I can talk calmly at the moment either. [M] So, if you just get permission. "

"Permission? What permission?"

"Healing the wounded and repairing the city in the future... can you help me deal with it after the war?" It should help me and my travel companions a little bit. ”

Replying to Jamal, who warped his cheeks, the young man lamented, “Yes.” The fatigued and dazed young man's cheeks loosened slightly.

I've already started it, so I'll accept some of it afterwards.

"---. The offer itself is appreciated, but it's......"

"It's not a difficult story, Zo, Zikl." Don't lie to that man. "

Before Zikl could repeat his question, a sharp voice interrupted it.

The sound of a cane echoed sharply on the floor, and the shadows that came up the stairs lined the youth. It was Mizelda, whose brave body was covered in blood, adding to its ferocious beauty.

It seems that all the blood that stained the beautiful body was returned blood, and there was no significant trauma other than the damaged leg. I am relieved that she has returned safely.

Then Miselda slapped the young man's thin shoulders,

"This one's family has already begun their work, Le. Let me assure you, Mo"

"Miss Mizelda, I'm glad you're safe." What about him? "

I don't know. He's not our enemy, he's a good-looking man.

"Miss Mizelda..."

The aesthetic eyes of Miselda, who had a different view of things than Zikl, were certainly what she said, and it could be said that the young man's appearance was very gentle.

The atmosphere is somewhat neutral, but I feel a strangely strong core in my eyes.

I don't think Zikl is a bad person. I'm sure he's got one in his stomach.

"In this situation, I don't think there is any help that I don't want in return. Who are you?"

“Like I said, it's a confusing position to explain. I just don't mean to be hostile to you. - I just need to find someone."

"Looking for someone..."

The young man nodded "Yes" to Zikl's words.

Then he took off the green hat he was wearing and bowed to his chest. It was a courtesy that was not imperial, but while showing respect to us,

“My name is Otto Suwen. I was looking for a friend and a friend's sister."

And he spoke of his purpose with his guardless hyena-like eyes.

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― ― Miles' master, Senior Uncle Selina Dracroy, was a ferocious lady.

Younger and more elite, she followed the iron blood laws of imperialism, with a strong emphasis on meritocracy.

On the other hand, the strong also had the virtue of not being good enough to shame the weak as they wished, so the children Miles brought back were not treated badly.

"We have received reports. Miles will take you home to avoid trouble. You must have been uncomfortable with your situation. You can spend as much time as you want in my territory."

Flop greets the children, and Selina smiles at the hawk.

Flops were overwhelmed by the intimidation that made them want to crouch in their children's hearts, and by the gorgeous and large mansion interior that they had seen for the first time.

"There's no reason for a person who can afford to be like his uncle to go out of his way to fool around with things like that. After all, the adult who beats a kid is the adult who was beaten when he was a kid."

Miles replied with the usual roughness to the flops, who were bathed in hot water, devoured a bloated meal, and dressed in clean, fragrant clothes.

Unlike the mediums, where everything they saw and touched turned their eyes to a fresh world, Flop was impressed by the world he didn't know and the way he thought.

In particular, the influence of Miles' careless philosophy was significant.

The way Flop saw things that he didn't think existed in the world, I didn't know if he didn't take me out to the outside world.

Above all--,

"Oh, let's do it together." Are you going to pick up my brother Miles? "

Flop stops in a beautiful garden amidst vast grounds, chasing the backs of her sisters who are given freedom and running around the mansion.

Such a soft voice came to my back, overwhelmed by the spectacle of the flowers of the Great Ring blooming.

I was surprised and looked at the voice, but I couldn't find the other person in the garden. And when the flops tilted their necks,

"It's easy over here." I can't relax, if you'll excuse me from below. "

Wow!

"Oh, I'm totally exhausted."

Say, beyond the fence where the flop leaned against the garden to peek, he was immediately put out his head in front of him, and the flop unintentionally turned back.

Flop's eyes blinked as he laughed at the way he was putting on the rice cake.

It was a somewhat older boy who laughed at the fallen flop. A brown-haired person with an affectionate face, maybe around the age of twelve or thirteen.

”... it's a lot to laugh at, isn't it?”

"Oh, I'm thirsty. I'm thirsty." It was brilliantly done. I'm the cousin who woke me up, but I can't move now. "

"I can't move... ah"

He stood up with his butt off, and Flop went around the fence in front of the boy. Then, the boy sitting on the ground had a round mass on his lap, which he had scratched.

Looking at it, Flop's eyes rolled up.

Is that an egg?

"That's right, let's do it with eggs, shall we?" Actually, this is the egg of a flying dragon. "

What are you going to do with the flying dragon eggs?

Of course, I'll hatch it.

The boy broke into flops as he hugged all the white eggs that were the size of his body.

― ― It was an encounter between Flop and his medium brother and sister O'Connell, and a lifelong brother-in-law, Barroy Temeglif.

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― ― It can be said that we have gained more knowledge than knowledge about the threat of the flying dragon.

The threat of claws and fangs, the breadth of the tactics using wings, and the ferocity of not hesitating to harm the enemy were more than enough from the appearance of the destroyed city and the attacked people.

Honestly, I don't understand the idea of domesticating and reusing such a dangerous creature. Never an incompatible enemy - that's just like the giant snake we encountered in the dense forest, and it couldn't be considered anything more dangerous.

But--

――――

Outside the window and in the view, Lem quietly narrows his eyes.

At the front of the mansion, there was a flying dragon resting its wings. Next to it was a soldier feeding the flying dragon. The flying dragon was supposed to be terribly ferocious, but it had soft eyes and a voice that sounded sweet, and it was being fed by the soldiers' hands.

Hearing that it was violent and vicious, and actually witnessing its dangers, Lem was surprised to hear the figure of a flying dragon nostalgic for others.

Once in a while, a proud dragon was told by a girl who seemed to be familiar with the dragon. If we talk differently, there will be no complaints.

I'm so worried about you.

Suddenly, there was a voice behind Lem, who was looking at the garden.

However, the opponent was approaching with a footstep, so Lem was not surprised to notice that someone was coming.

However, it is the voice of an unknown opponent, and while leaving some tension in the place,

"I don't know if it's bothersome, but there's something I think about. It's not the place I was brought to because I wanted to."

"Hmm, how can you be so clear?" It's a little smelly. "

"...... you are......"

One of my rooms and the room given to the prisoners were in a luxurious building, too luxurious and uncomfortable to sit in. Lem asked about the identity of the old man who appeared.

An old man with white hair, white beard and thin thread-like eyes.

The outfit was far from that of a warrior, and it could only be predicted that he had attained some high position.

Behavior, age, and the fact that the soldiers who were watching Lem bowed their heads to correct his posture also showed that he was in a certain position.

The old man waved lightly to Lem's unshakeable gaze and urged the guard to leave the room. The soldiers immediately followed suit, bowed and left the room.

And when the old man was alone with Lem in the room, he showed Lem the sitting, and the sitting face to face with his hand.

Do you mind if I sit down?

"... please..."

The old man sat down in a gentle motion in front of the jaw pulling rem.

He stroked his chin with his fingers as he faced Lem from the front.

Have you heard anything about him?

"No, nothing. Rest and do nothing but kill."

The lord of the mansion, who had no ear to hear, rebelled against the instructions of Madeleine, and Lem shook his head to the side.

He was under house arrest because he was under surveillance and strictly required not to escape. Even Lem didn't mean to run, but it wasn't funny.

And the old man nodded, saying, I see, to the answer of Lem.

"It was a problem with my attitude towards guests." Let's keep an eye out for General Madeline. "

"... can you pay attention to her?"

Lem stared unexpectedly at the words of an unfamiliar old man.

After spending a long or short time with Madeline until she was brought to this mansion from the castle city, Lem was troubled by the indistinct nature of her words.

Stubborn and stubborn, he was saved with a bit of an outspoken honesty.

“I thought she didn't like being instructed by people. If you say anything, you'll get angry and violent right away....."

And as soon as he told her what he felt, Lem put his hands on his hands.

When I calmly thought about it, I began to feel ashamed of what I was saying with my face. Sometimes I don't listen to people, and sometimes I break their fingers.

However, the old man laughed tinyly at Lem's self-reflection.

"I can't say it's an extraneous mistake. As for me, it hurts my ears. In fact, you didn't follow the instructions correctly this time, though--"

――――

This time it didn't seem like one Madeline was mistaken, but it seemed to be due to a different factor.

The old man kept his lips loosened, but his laughter disappeared from his tone of voice.

Shot from behind the invisible thinness of her eyes, Lem faintly held her breath. His gaze eloquently regarded Lem as "another factor".

And it led to undesirable consequences for the old man in front of him.

"... who are you?"

"I'm sorry I'm late. I am the Prime Minister of the Holy Vorachian Empire, blessed with the title of Berthets Vondalfon."

"The Chancellor's bellstets..."

Asked, Belstets, an old man who had broken his hips gently.

As soon as he heard his name and title, Lem's cheeks grew harder and his shoulder grew stronger.

I remembered both the name and the position.

"Well then, you......"

"Yes. - I am the enemy of Lord Vincent Abelks."

――――

Without any hesitation, Lem could not continue speaking.

It was an affirmation of what I knew, but I didn't think this would be said clearly. At the same time, it must not be sarcastically out of place that I entered the place closest to the vortex, a major problem that I was involved in without any warning.

Originally, I shouldn't be here, but Abel, Priscilla, and Subaru.

Thinking about it, Lem was glad Subaru wasn't here.

"If I had been there, I would definitely have done it alone..."

The beauty of the brunette boy and the diagonal of his imagination is beyond doubt. Even in this situation, it would cause a sudden situation that Lem could not have imagined.

In that sense, the absence of him in the city attacked by the flying dragon was the correct answer. I don't think he managed to do that, and it would have added to his wounds.

It's just--

――――

But what would he think if he knew that Madeline had taken him away?

It was terrible, and Lem's chest ached with a sharp blade.

"--You know Abel-san is a real emperor, right?"

For this reason, Lem asks Bertes when he forcibly ignores the pain that cuts the back of his chest. And Belstec answered the question, "Yes."

"Of course, I forgave my escape, but then I proceeded as planned." No, I should say yes. In fact, the destruction of Guaral was over. "

"Why did you kill Mr. Abel?" I can't imagine how determined it is to rebel... is it because of Abel's personality? "

"At the top of a nation, the Emperor does not ask for personality." Individual feelings and thoughts are trivial from the perspective of national management. If there is something to be asked, it is only the trust and the proven ability to fulfill your responsibilities. ”

Loosely shaking his head to the side, Berthets answered with an emotionless voice and expression.

An unshakable voice tone, and an unchanging expression of fine dust. Apart from Lem's poor life experience, Berthets' excellent negotiating skills don't make him read his mind at all.

Are you lying because you have no feelings, or are you even telling the truth?

However, I thought it would be interesting to believe that Abel's humanity was not the reason for the conspiracy.

I saw a lot of blood and death in the castle city. Not only the dead, but also Lem was not convinced that Abel's character was bad.

Therefore...

Since Abel-san was disqualified from the Emperor, did you expel him?

"Exile wasn't really my intention, was it? That's the result theory."

"What was missing from Mr. Abel?" I don't know what responsibility the emperor has or what ability he needs, but I think he's a brilliant man... ”

I wondered why I had to defend Abel, but Lem chose words to convince herself of what was inside her.

In fact, the depth of his thinking and knowledge makes Abel stand out from the crowd, regardless of his combat abilities.

Mizelda, Zikl, and even Subaru will follow his lead, which is evidence of leadership in convincing others of these opinions.

I don't know the details, but Lem thinks it's the qualities of what stands on top.

That would be necessary for what is the greatest position in the country.

That 's--

I haven't heard your name yet, Healer.

"...... Lem, let's go"

Hmmm.

I also had a disgust for Berthets, so I learned how to teach as a hearsay.

As expected, Lem has already accepted that his name is "Lem". Ever since I strongly called myself Priscilla, or even allowed Subaru to call me that.

But when he had made the name of Lem tame unto his tongue, and Belsteth breathed a little,

Lord Lem, how many heirs do you think the Emperor has now?

"O, now... um, is that about your child?"

Yeah.

Bellstets nodded quietly, and Lem thought of Abel in his head.

Rem with no memory, but it doesn't mean that a lot of the knowledge that I purchased before I lost it was lost. How humans reproduce was something I remembered as knowledge.

However, it is doubtful that Abel will be able to establish such relationships with others directly. In the first place, I couldn't imagine a woman standing alongside Abel.

“I can't imagine. You're not here, are you?"

"-You understand." That's right, you're not here. "

"Ah, I knew it." How disrespectful to Abel-san-- "

Perhaps, Lem, who tried to continue, interrupted his words.

Belstets didn't tell me anything or tell me to shut up. However, the thin eyes of the silent old man opened slightly, and the expression of his deep eyes and Lem's throat directly in front of it were silenced by the unbelievable sneakiness.

Bellsteets rests her hand quietly on the table between them. It was unimaginably intense anger that overflowed from his silent body.

"You're not here, heir." --that's the problem. "

"--Ahhh"

"The Empire must be sophisticated. If not, this country is."

And in the presence of the fallen breathless Lem, Berthets cut off his words, and opened his fist, which he laid upon the table, and breathed out.

Then, the old man hid his eyes in the back of his eyelids again, and the old man looked at Lem.

"Excuse me. It's the first time I've become a rebel, and I have to say I'm happy.”

"... why are you telling me this story?"

――――

“It shouldn't have been a story to be heard.”

Bellstets' words are heavier and clearer than emotions.

I didn't feel like I was lying to you, but Lem has doubts. Why did you let Lem hear that story?

Rem doesn't think he's in such an important position, and he is.

It happened to be placed close to Abel and Priscilla, but it was only because of the way it went, not because Lem was special.

"And yet, why?"

"... you're a healer and a demon." I would like to incorporate it if possible. It's precious. "

――――

It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't all true.

However, it seems that Bellsteets has stopped spending more time on Lem for further answers. Slowly, the old man stands up from the chair with his hips calm.

"I'd like to talk to you a little bit more, but I have something like him to do." I will be incapacitated for a while now, but I will tell you to make it as convenient as possible for the things in the Mansion, so please relax. "

"...... What is Mr. Bellstets to Madeline?"

"A collaborator would be the most appropriate." Of course, from her point of view, it must be the impression that she is using a wise person. This mansion is also my mansion. "

Unexpectedly shrugging his shoulders, Lem looks at the room and garden at Berthets' answer.

Madeleine was spending time with my face, so I thought it was her house, but even that seems to have been a mistake. However, I was satisfied with the elegance of the building and the interior.

But I don't feel like spending time at my leisure or wanting to spend time with you.

"It's a frank thing to say, it's really petty." Well then, Lord Rem, once again, with all due respect. "

With a small laugh, Berthets breaks his hips again and leaves the room.

Lem thought of stopping his back, but he could not find any words to say, and perhaps he could not stop his feet, and Lem said nothing.

Replace the bellsteets that left the room, and the sentinels that were sent outside return.

With their grim eyes fixed on him, Lem looked out again.

Just as the flying dragon finished feeding, he put the man who fed him on his back and slowly ran his wings up to the sky.

――――

It was a fierce and terrifying flying dragon, but it was refreshing to fly on its back.

Of course, I couldn't afford to enjoy it because of the circumstances, but it took me a day to get from Guaral to my destination, and all I could think about was what my journey had been like so far.

Where he was brought to Madeline to heal his wounded flop-

"--- The Imperial Capital, Lupugana"

A city where Abel must be pursued and recaptured.

With the Crystal Palace in the center of the city at a distance, Lem is being held captive. I suddenly thought about it as I touched the window that didn't open and checked the feel of the glass with my fingertips.

"... that person..."

If I knew that Lem was gone, would the pain run through his chest?

I felt pain in my chest, just like Rem, who felt pain as if the blade had been pushed into the back of my chest.

Rem didn't know what kind of thoughts that came from.

△▼△▼△▼△

― ― When the flop slowly opened the eyelids, there was a ceiling in the stranger's room.

――――

For a moment, spend time organizing your thoughts and immediately observe your surroundings for situational awareness.

It's a habit as a pedestrian with a lot of camping. Of course, my younger sister, who is much more vigilant than me, is in charge, but that's no reason to be lazy.

Your poor response can separate life and death. Therefore, keeping up well was a skill that I had naturally acquired as a living technique.

"This place is... ugh!"

The moment I tried to look around carefully, my chest pulled against my aches and screamed.

If this were outside in the middle of the night, it would be a very stupid act to tell the beast where you are. However, I can't help it.

In an attempt to recover, Flop exhaled while trying to wake up.

"W-what... your body isn't moving at all...!"

Not to mention the lack of strength in your arms, the fluffy bed absorbs your weight. While her body sank softly, she seemed to believe that she was playing the role of a cage rather than a bed.

Even so, I was desperately trying to escape.

"This, this...! This is pretty tough!"

"--You 're quite a funny person, aren't you?"

Huh?! Did someone do it?!

Flop turned around as he heard a high voice fighting against the bed behind him. However, efforts are futile, and the crippled body does not properly turn around.

And flops ascended like fish, and a deep sigh was heard in his sight.

It's a dragon. Your wounds are healing, so don't mess with it for nothing.

Looking at the opponent who walked up to the side of the bed, Flop let out a breath.

A girl with blue hair, golden eyes and two black horns on her head - Madeleine. He was one of the first generals of the Empire and became the "Flying Dragon General" who attacked the citadel city.

And in the last memory of Flop...

"It's true, I felt pain when I was caught in your nails..."

"Yes, the dragon's claws have cost you your life."... that girl has healed me. "

"That girl... ahh"

Madeleine muttered with a wicked look, turning away from her eyes. There was a face that came to mind from her words, and Flop had a confluence of events that happened to him.

At the same time, it is also reminded that in a fading consciousness, I asked her to do a lot of terrible things to Lem.

"Miss Madeleine, I wonder if that was a good idea. I wanted to ask you, what happened to Guaral? It was a city that was exposed to a very big explosion and an attack by your friend."

――――

"As I barely managed to find my life, I think my wife and I survived. However, the result is the second worst in my mind. Of course, the worst consequence is that both I and my wife will die."

With his fingers up, Flop asks Madeline to stand up.

Madeline's wicked face continues as her fingers move sideways. Thinking of it as a trail of unwillingness on her part, Flop folds up.

"I don't know, Miss Madeline. Your face looks unhappy or stubborn. My sister often chokes like that, too. The bigger my body, the more it looks, the more cute it is that I can't even see it at all, but are you that kind of person?"

"...... you can't."

Huh? What?

"The city must be safe!" I couldn't break it! Is this enough for you?! "

Showing her sharp fangs, Madeline yelled back at Flop's words. Feeling the illusion of a fierce breath in his body, Flop breathed a long, reassuring breath.

Safe is not a very appropriate answer to seeing Guaral's situation in Flop's memory, but Madeline said she couldn't break it.

In that case...

"Your wife used my life well..."

In his vague awareness and tinnitus, Flop looks at his own work just before the break.

Seeing Flop bleeding and losing his life, Madeline is very upset and catches the edge of her eye. She questioned Flop about something and seemed stuck with it.

That's why I thought I could use it. By saving Flop's life and promising to give Madeline the answers she desires, she says she will be able to escape Guaral's assault.

I didn't know if the pacifist Lem could make such a cruel decision, and I think it put a tremendous strain on the current situation, which seems to have succeeded.

"Where's my wife who healed my wound?"

"...... I brought you back with me." That was the condition of the dragon, and she drank it. The dragon keeps his word. You'll keep your word to the dragons, too. "

"Promise..."

"This is so..."

Flop was relieved to hear that Lem was safe. In front of the flop was an ornament of red painted beast fangs - no, an ornament of dragon fangs.

An important dish that flops usually carry down from their neck, keeping their skin tucked away.

It thrusts against the tip of the nose of a flop lying face down on the bed.

"Oh, did you pick it up?" Thank you so much for that. It's a very, very important thing. If I lose it, I won't be able to live with a very fine face. That's why.... "

"-Carillon"

――――

Reaching out, Flop tries to recover his fangs. But when Madeline lightly rubbed Flop's hand, she said a name instead of returning it.

Flop breathes into the name, and Madeleine continues.

"This is the fang of a carillon." Why do you have it? "

Madeleine twice uttered the name Carillon, which is not a mistake.

You can't ask me that wrong. I mean, the name--

"Answer me! Why are you staring at Carillon's fangs..."

"I was there when the carillon was born." I thought about her name with you. [M] Brother Miles, go with Barroy. "

"---"

"When her fangs changed, I got it for that memorial." My brother-in-law's... a sign of family. That's why my sister and I have carillon fangs. "

Quietly, Flop replied, feeling like he was opening the precious treasure chest in the back of his chest.

The fangs of the flying dragon swaying in Madeleine's hand are the answer. Valued family - benefactor and brother-in-law, two people who are no longer in the world.

When Madeline heard the answer, she clenched her lips and stared.

From her reaction and knowing the name of the carillon, Flop also made some guesses and said, "Okay?" and preface it,

"Where did you get the name Carillon? At a glance, I could see through her fangs. I don't think it's a shallow relationship. And you...."

"--Ahhh"

"You are the child who became" "Kaoru" "as the later kettle of Barroy." Maybe you knew Barroy or Carillon before? "

Madeleine's reaction was painful, as she pushed her into a young state and hurt her chest.

However, Flop's chest was tormented by the same topic once, more than seeing a wounded Madeline. There is nothing in this world more poisonous than the face of a crying sister.

That's why I didn't hesitate to hunt down Madeline and hear what was in her chest.

― ― Barroy Temeglyph.

A gentle and lovable man who loved Carillon and Miles, one of the "Nine Gods Generals" of the Volakia Empire, brother-in-law of Flops and Medium, a rebel who lost his life by turning the flag against the Emperor.

What was the relationship between him and Madeline?

And then--

How did you become the 'Nine Divine Generals'?

"--Avenge me."

There was a stroke until the answer was returned, but the words spit out were clear.

Madeline's eyes were wide open as her lips trembled, her expression slowly changed, and her golden eyes were furious with the same change in expression.

The furious rage of a girl who could obey the dragon burned the entire body of the flop lying on the bed.

Madeleine's anger was so intense that it made her feel illusory.

Madeline revealed that she had taken the seat of the "Nine Gods" for revenge.

The word vengeance has something in common with Flop. - Because it's a life goal for Flop. However, the flop's target of revenge is not the individual, but the world.

Revenge on the world itself, when someone is forced to bend their knees.

But the anger in Madeline's eyes was completely different.

The rage that burns her golden eyes knows who to turn to.

Whose revenge do you want?

”... the man who was supposed to be Balroy's dragon companion, will take revenge”

――――

"The things that killed the good people of the dragon, the dragon will definitely be forgiven." That's why-- "

After Barroy's revenge, Madeleine answers with anger at the dwarf.

Barroy and Madeline, Flop doesn't know how they met, what experiences they went through, and how they were bonded.

However, we know that Madeline sincerely regrets and mourns his death.

So, so, so-

"--Who said it was Barroy's revenge?" How can I get revenge? "

If I had been here in the medium, I would have hugged Madeline head-on.

Barroy and Miles wept like a waterfall over their deaths, crying out loud and petty. Medium would have taught Madeline how to weep.

Madeleine is angry at the fact that she was killed by someone she loved.

I don't know how to grieve. She can only think of how angry she would be if she obeyed the dragon and possessed the immense power of growing black horns.

And it was the same flop that had forgotten how to cry.

That's why--

"The one who let Barroy die--"

Madeline answers Flop's question with a small hand.

Having been robbed of a good man and packed with his lost love into his tiny body, Madeline decided to burn it as a flame of anger instead of weeping and to take revenge.

――――

And Flop, who heard the name from Madeline's mouth, caught his eye.

Close your eyes and hold still. At this time, I was scolded by Madeline's chest, and I forgot the pain of the wound that was in the middle of treatment, and I turned myself to the darkness behind my eyelids.

If you close your eyes, you can still remember the faces of your loved ones.

[You and Medium don't have enough thoughts. I can't take care of anything that's good to be at my uncle's. I can't believe it. "

I'm really worried about this, Brother Miles. If I stay here, I can take care of you forever. You're not being honest, are you?

Shut up, Balboa! Those who have emerged often come back!!

"No, you can't be too easy on me." I'm spending time here with Brother Miles, Flop, and Midi, and it's perfect for me. Huh? "

On the day of the journey, such nostalgic memories return from an exchange between Barroy, who purposely stopped by from afar, and Miles, who was supposed to be late at night.

Waving heavily, he left the land he had been caring for for a long time, together with Medium.

Then Flop O'Connell reached the Imperial Capital and lit his blue eyes.

With those lighted eyes, her lips spun out words.

That 's--

"--You must be Barroy's avenger." Village Chief...... No, Emperor Vincent Volakia "