Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

- I still deeply remember the emotions I got then.

Sword to be wielded, scattered blood.

The familiar scenery is ablaze with flames, turning into unspeakable wreckage.

A world that ends. A world that was closed. Unrewarded world.

It's just tough, it's just unreasonable, it's just hurtful, that kind of world.

Reach out, move your fingers, shake your lips, and still plead.

Because even if it was such a world without salvation, it was all I had.

All this time, from behind my back blocking me in front of you, the world I just peeked into.

Its walls were removed to the lid, and its eyes narrowed to the glare of the spread world, and the heat and colour of the flames that burn the skin, the smell and colour of the burning flesh, the beauty of the 'horns' that dance through the universe, and their colour, were carved into its eyes, into the sight that had not been cut open...

What was I thinking in a world that might be over already?

The emotions I got then - because I still remember that.

All her days since then had been made of nothing more than the destruction of that emotion.

- It was a very hard routine for a girl named Lem to be compared to her sister.

It is in the sub tribe, and the power and mana of the ghost tribe jump through and fall into the high category.

The incomparable fighting power, the race trait considered the 'King of the Woods', has further strengthened its superiority in nature and has shown enough power to make his presence recognized as one of the most powerful of the subraces.

The toughness of the flesh, the quality of mana that can be handled, no race can rely more in combat.

If there is a weakness in the ghost tribe, it is a small absolute number as a species.

Specializing in producing mighty individuals, the species did not lead to a multitude of buds breathing, and the ghost tribes, in conflict with their power, were forced to live in such a way as to set up settlements behind the mountains in detail.

Most of all, unlike its toughness, temperament was a lot calm, and there was no such thing as dissatisfaction with its life.

A number of things existed, strict codes, because they were the species that lived in secluded lands.

Break the code and you will be punished, and you will not even be spared the worst exile. For them to give themselves away from the small number of individuals, exile means solitude for life.

Therefore, no matter what happens, the code must be observed.

- For the ghost tribe, the twins are 'taboos'.

It was also one of the strict codes laid down among the few ghosts.

Originally, the ghost thing has two horns on its head to receive raw.

Normally, horns are hidden in the skull, but if things turn into situations that shake instincts as ghosts, the horns show up more than their heads and eat up the mana around them.

Screw down and obey atmospheric mana to greatly increase your own combat power. The horn is an organ for that, and for the ghost tribe, it can be described as pride itself as a species.

And shall there be twins, or shall they share their two horns, and receive life?

In a ghost tribe, what has lost its horns is called a 'tuna boar' and loses its position as a race. Even the loss of a single horn does not spare its slander. Nonetheless, the twins are born with that important horn missing from the beginning. This is not something I should abhor. What can I say?

Therefore the twins are regarded as taboos, and it is a lesson to be disposed of shortly after birth.

Their fate should have been exhausted then, too.

At the hands of the chief who made the bitter decision, the moment the mutilation took place, the tremendous magic emitted by one of the twins - if that gifted talent had not been found.

The twins named their sister Ram and their sister Rem, and became carriers to leave their names on the last seat of the Ghost Clan.

Their lives could never have been smooth and full of sails.

Even though they saved my life, I can't wipe away the fact that I'm a twin.

They grew up cold from all things in the clan, including their parents, when they were put up with the 'Tuno Nashi' rettel from the beginning.

Parents who do not break their extra attitude, even though their blood is connected to them. A compatriot who does not hide his disgust and disdain from the two who are taboos. For those of them who are still unable to walk and understand neither words nor malice, it can be said that it was the worst fertile environment.

Most of all, speaking of how much life went on in such an evil environment, that was until they were mindful - precisely until their twin sisters established self-consciousness.

The easiest thing to describe an early childhood rum would be 'prodigy'.

An unexpected talent among the ghost tribes of history. As a young girl, her possession of mana was jumping through, and more importantly, the beauty of that horn attracted all the ghosts.

Everyone in his kingdom naturally drowned his head at that appearance that showed himself upright, like a single pure white horn that did not drown in strength and dwelt on his forehead itself.

Against a girl who was still less than ten, that was just a separate treatment.

There was no room, no parents, no fellow countrymen who did not hide the mockery, no word before her prestige, not even a sheikh who tried to kill them shortly after their birth.

Being chosen among the sub-tribes of the Legion and born as best as possible as the culmination of the ghost tribe, its ghost tribe.

It is indispensable to honor the mighty, but therefore to give thanks to the mighty being. It is only if you were such a ghost tribe that no intention exists of devotion to the Rams.

It was just Lem's routine to follow such a sister's path of glory in an awkward foothold.

There's nothing talented about jumping through. The amount of mana you can handle is mediocre. The power as a ghost is also the average as a single horn body. Unlike my sister, she has no shards of confidence, she hides behind her back and becomes smaller, acting as a shadow so that she never gets noticed.

That was her virginity at a young age, a defense to protect the underdeveloped mind.

It's not like my sister was jealous.

It's not like my parents hated me.

It's not like my people were neglected.

My sister, who always walked ahead, was always kind, and she looked back many times at my sister, who was slow to walk, and reached out to me.

My parents, who had room, became equally fond of my sister, Rem, as they learned of her talent.

Few of the fellow villagers also jumped through and turned their backs on their outstanding sisters with anticipation and envy for her as they followed diligently.

A kinder sister than anyone. Parents who put their expectations on me. All of my fellow countrymen who support me to be as good as my sister - all of which was a torment for Rem to be chopped up.

Seriously, I guess it also influenced a lot that the appearance was two melons with my sister.

Even though all the appearances in height and face are similar, only the qualities as' ghosts' that dwell in them are very different to eat.

Regardless, Rem also made an effort to change the situation.

It was nothing but a shallow and naive trial and error of a young child, but Rem tried every means possible to get one step closer to his sister, trying to beat her even one thing.

But all in all, my sister was going over her.

Rem became aware at an early age that there was an area that could not reach anything, that it was closer to everyone and more loving than anyone else.

I can't line up with my sister.

A sister who stands in front at all times and bathes first in the light that illuminates the world. It is my standing position to make a surprise peek into my face from that sister's back and reduce my body to a dazzling glow.

If I gave up like that, I could also acknowledge the daily ordeal as if the grass were winding through everything.

- How long have those days of sweet acceptance of giving up gone on?

One night Rem woke up feeling the difficulty of sleeping due to the heat.

Lie on a wooden sleeping table and pull the duvet off your sweaty body. Look around. She fumbles and realizes there's no sign of her sister who's supposed to be sleeping on the next sleeping table.

Immediately, I thought I had to go find my sister.

If she's awake, she has to follow behind her grand walk. Even if that were merely a temporary awakening by petty use, the obsessive notion that it should not be lacking dominated the lem these days.

Outside the room - when she thinks about it that way, she loses it late and finally realizes it.

The cause of the heat, he said, is because our familiar home is engulfed in flames.

Get your hands off the heat of the door knob you touched, and Rem comes to that fact. The sleeping sense of smell awakens and senses a scorching odor, and when the itch runs down his forehead, the corner faces to the surface.

Immediately, shake the fortified flesh to break through the door and run through the house covered in fireworks. I don't know why. But as instinct commands, go outside, go outside.

Destroying the brittle wall with one kick, Rem jumped out of the house.

It was a kind of fanatical thought that even at this moment dominated the back of her brain: 'I need to get out of the house and turn to my sister's instructions'.

The thought is repainted in an instant in front of the sight you see outside the house.

The center of the settlement, a pile of black scorched corpses piled high there.

Burning houses, burning trees, and a familiar world are turning into red hell overnight.

Flamed and seeing a familiar line of faces in the twisted corpse, Rem immediately abandoned his thought and collapsed to the spot.

A shadow with black robes that slowly surrounds her like that. The deeply hooded shadow face cannot be seen until it comes close, nor does it recognize the face it sees. But I couldn't feel any friendly light there, and Rem's cheek had an unsuitable smile.

That was too ambitious for a young girl to make, a face that bit me to death over and over again giving up.

The shadows do not even attach fine dust to that painful expression.

I waved up my hand and waved down a shining silver blade in its palm towards the girl - shortly afterwards, the shadow's neck blows in unison.

Blood, four lives at the same time, and a flying neck is so vivid in arrangement that you don't even notice your own desperation, you don't even scream.

The fluctuations in mana that I'm used to feeling, getting it directly to my skin, convinces Rem that it was my sister's fault.

The moment he sees it, Rem stands up on the spot.

If my sister is out there somewhere, I have to follow her back.

Without having to turn her gaze, she was soon found.

Distorted herself and the melon two faces now sadly, she hugs her as she rushes over to her sister. A body that makes sure there are no scratches on Rem's body in his arms and relaxes like a relief.

Lem was chewing on happiness and pity without any more as he embraced that body back.

- I don't remember much about what happened after that.

I don't think he left everything to his sister.

That's the best, and more importantly, right. Because what my sister does is always the most honorable of all possibilities.

Yet, when I realized it, I was surrounded.

The number of shadows was enough to cover his sight, and with a blurry view of them, Rem still believed his sister could do something about it.

The back in front of me is screaming something hard.

He is crying, shrinking, desperately complaining about something.

When I get down on the ground, Lem is in trouble. Because it is something that should not be in her way of life, such as looking down on her sister.

Behind my sister, it is existential to be smaller than my sister and do so.

My sister screams. I stand up and spread my hands in front of myself.

Mana flashes. A force unfolds that strays from her sister's regular orbit, and an invisible blade that chops all around her ravages the world.

But before it ran, my sister looked back and hugged Rem - shocked.

And Rem saw.

By the steel that slapped my sister in the head, its white glow danced through the red sky.

Twirling, the broken corner rotates.

Corners broken from the ground up, blood gushing out, and the screaming of someone tall.

I still remember vividly what I thought with that in my eyes.

sheltering himself, being assaulted, listening to the screams of his beloved sister, who had been broken horns, watching the beautiful white horns dance through the universe that he continued to envy.

- Oh, he finally broke it.

And that's what I thought.

- Her legs weren't on the ground when Rem regained consciousness.

A disappointing arm circles around my belly and someone is holding me up. I don't think the abusive and rash treatment is very conscious of touching women.

That should be it, too, and the owner of that arm was now desperate to rush through, and there seemed to be no room or shards for anything more.

"- Balus, take the broken tree in the front to the right! Slow feet!

"Unhelpful, don't say...... eh. Ha, all the best, it's a disease... it's stuck!

The voices I'm used to hearing and the voices I'm used to hearing are yelling at each other up close.

Shaken hard up and down, Rem shook his head back with a vague consciousness. And let those lips tremble,

"... Subaru, yeah. What?"

"-! Eye, you're awake, Rem!

I raise my voice of joy as I run, and Subaru's face looks down at this one.

Looking up at it with his vain eyes, Rem clutches his throat unintentionally at the harshness of his condition.

My forehead is cracked, or the blood dripping is splitting my face vertically with Zhu. The scars of last night remain white everywhere in my body, and a number of new wounds have piled up from it to soak up my blood. The result is even more impotent layering on top of full creation.

"... good, Rem. Really, she's a tricky kid."

It's lamb that rocks peachy hair and smiles faintly while walking side by side.

She breaks those lips into the form of a grin to the extent that only a few of them can tell by the person she sees them, and gently strokes Rem's blue hair with her outstretched hand.

Immediately thereafter,

"Hurrah!"

A wind blade chant takes place, and the wind blade that rolls cuts the forest - cutting the flesh of the warcraft that was on its way into rings and turning that body that was about to fly into fattening.

As soon as he did, he drove his footsteps crazy like he had a glare, and Ram gently collided with Subaru's body.

"- I said yes!! Ram, you, hey... you know I'm off my right shoulder...!

"... Shut up. If the ram had to, it would have been a curse. Enjoy leaning against the wall for a little while."

"At least on the other shoulder...... go ahhh!!

Subaru screams with half a cry in severe pain.

The appearance of a ram bleeding out of 'The Trail of a Lost Horn' while keeping his weight in his body.

Staring at them, Rem suddenly thought of what was going on.

What am I in a place like this for, and why am I being held by both of us? It's...

"How..."

"Oh?"

"Why didn't you leave me alone?

Shaken, such a question was out in his mouth.

To Subaru looking down at this one with a frigid face, Rem shook his lips as he continued to stand,

"With your sister, it doesn't make sense for Subaru to come. Lem... Lem has to do it alone... Lem is enough to scratch..."

"Then it's too late, me and Lamb are a mess! If I'm bad, I'm worse than you!

Subaru that is not exaggerated or anything, but that would be the case as a fact. Does Ram have anything to think about, and he's not in that conversation?

Rem feels like he's been pushed aside by such a sister's attitude, and makes an intermittent word to desperately cling to it.

"Lem's, it's Lem's fault. Lem hesitated last night... so Lem has to take responsibility... or Lem tells his sister, Subaru..."

"I'm a lot tight right now, but do you think you can wrap up the story well!? He said he was distracted. Seriously, last night's reflexes made his whole body gab......"

"If it's true, Subaru didn't have to be bitten -"

I hear the voice clearly reached Subaru, who is not in the position to hear this one.

Strengthen his face, and to him who sees this one, Rem confesses his sins.

During last night's attack in the woods, Lem freed the 'ghost' in himself and confronted a herd of warcraft. Her consciousness coexisted then with the part that gave herself to her instincts as a 'ghost' and half the consciousness that kept herself.

The wounds suffered are terrible, but if you entrust everything to your instincts, you will have difficulty leaving.

The exercise of limited 'ghosting' after making such a decision. But it exposed her immature combat skills and made her take the option of letting Subaru throw herself out, which was supposed to protect even her eyelashes.

But what Rem really needs to apologize for is not making that situation.

The moment Subaru sheltered Lem and was devoured by the fangs of the Warcraft - if it were true, Lem would have been able to protect Subaru.

Even though he was pushed away, the 'ghosted' lem's power and Subaru's are not even comparable. I wasn't even deflected from the position I could reach if I looked back and stretched my arm, such as the impact of just being lightly worn.

Yet Lem hesitated to reach out, causing Subaru to suffer serious death injuries.

It all drifts thick from his body, caused by the smell of the day everything was burned out.

"Subaru was dying because Rem hesitated to reach out to Subaru. And I've showered too many curses all by myself. So..."

"You were so hungry to put a piece on that sin alone."

Subaru nodded as he was convinced, with a rough breath, to Rem's confession.

To affirm that his convincing, Rem also pulls his jaw as he looks at his sins again.

Cursed and despised, she was ready for it. Words that should have had to be bathed from his mouth before they could have gone into the woods.

I put that off because I thought I had to save him as soon as possible, or because I wasn't prepared to face my weakness - I'm sure it's the latter, Rem thinks, mocking his weak heart.

"Rem."

"Yes."

They call me by name, and I turn up ready.

Whatever tough word you get hit with, you have to spoil it and take it.

Because that is the sin I have committed and the punishment I should be given.

To her like that,

"Hey, Pan."

――

stuck, and there was a hard sound of bones and bones bumping into each other, sparking Rem's vision.

Vision flashes only for a moment in sharp pain, and Rem holds his forehead without knowing what it means. The flesh today, which has not 'ghosted', is not so different from the strength of man.

The blown forehead will be faintly swollen and red from the outside.

Look down at the lem that makes your eyes black and white on such an unintelligible situation.

"For now, idiot or you. No, silly. You are."

"Bulls, my broken forehead's cracked again and I'm re-bleeding."

"I'm an idiot too, I know it! But your sister is dumber!

That's what he said to the ram that pinches his mouth, and then Subaru shakes his bleeding head. When he saw it, Rem realized that he had been poked in the head by Subaru.

I don't know what that means.

"A lot of things. You're stupid, but there are three particularly stupid things. You see?"

"What, say..."

"First of all, the first fool! He said he couldn't help me.

blocking the lem as he sputtered, Subaru poked his face in front of him as he lifted the lem he held, and opened his black eyes at a breathtaking distance,

"Look super cool. You see all my cheerful benevolent men? I have a little white scar all over my body, but the wound is a man's medal, so no problem. So your burden is a mistake in the first place, you idiot!

"But so if Rem didn't hesitate in the first place, if he was quick to reach out, he'd be wounded like that..."

"Yes, don't talk about things in 'If'! And the second baka! I held it all myself and tried to do it alone -!

I just have to be forced to shut up and spoil Subaru's curse.

I look at my sister for help, but Ram doesn't move if he's going to keep things still.

Subaru moved his face in the direction of Lem's face like that, with his tongue out,

"Look, there's a saying in my hometown: 'Three women come and I'll be raped'. It doesn't matter, but there's also the phrase," If the three of you stop by, it's literary wisdom. "

Saying, Subaru shrugged, "It's indiscriminate..." He twisted his neck and then said, "Oh, no!," he said to the throw,

"Anyway, it's like it's harder to break an arrow to get three people together than to think alone."

"I imagine it's different from the original usage..."

"And... or... ku! Don't think alone, rely on everything around you! It's not like you can't talk. Like me, I grip my heart."

That's all I'm saying, the look on Subaru's face turns into something bitter on the pretend.

nature and bow forward, breathing in bitterness. Subaru was

"Not now or anything...... isn't that hard to judge?

"What are you talking about... No, Subaru. Suddenly, the witch's, the smell is thick..."

Picking his nose, Rem turns to the subtle sensation his sense of smell sniffs away.

In the immediate vicinity, right next door, there is a dense leftover fragrance that caused the stench to spit, which made her hesitate to reach out.

I don't know how that happened suddenly...

"Well, change your mind about that. I'll switch, too."

but Rem's doubts were taken down by the blatant Subaru narrative.

Suddenly, Rem puts his mouth open and sees Subaru. I saw nothing more emotional than words on its side, and it conveyed that I seriously put the problem ahead of me.

"So that's the third idiot... damn, we don't have time"

Subaru looking forward as he runs, his gaze narrowed to strong tension.

At the same time, the ram running next door also starts to unfold mana with his hands on his aching head,

"Ram, in the direction of the village...... no, at this point, it's better to be in the union. Which way do I run to get it out?

"As long as we get through the previous herd, the rest is on our full left, but what are we going to do?

Subaru spilled a long groan of "hmm," to Ram's question,

How about a scenario where you say, "Push Rem into the ram, and I'll run away ruthlessly all the way to the other side of the junction by myself -"

"He told me to take Rem and run to the Rams in the meantime because it would attract juggernauts because of the smell of witches. Okay."

"Stop lightly revealing my tundra!?

Subaru and Ram to exchange such exchanges without loosening the speed at which they run.

Listening to those two conversations, Rem uttered despair, "Oh no..."

"It helps, doesn't it?... stop, stop. So, what's Lem for..."

"One extra and dumb, Remrin. This is the best way to help us all, isn't it? If we can get out of the junction and somehow rendezvous, then we have a plan to hunt down the juggernaut in a way that Remrin doesn't know. That's an easy way to win, isn't it?

I don't know what the subaru has in mind. Honestly, I don't even think it's possible to be too suspicious on the spot.

Because before that, the fact that Subaru is single and leaves the siege net must not seem an unattainable matter to Lem.

"You don't have to do that... I can't believe Rem kicked the beast..."

Don't let him be reckless like that, Rem puts his strength into his whole body.

But how many limbs that fall down sloppily do not obey her will. The fighting spirit was not conveyed, and I found no parts anywhere in my body that would listen to her.

My fingertips are trembling. The extent to which the facial muscles can be moved somehow. Neither is the used prey found anywhere in its hands,

"Rem's, the weapon..."

"I've fallen so heavy! I can't let a student with one arm dislocated tell me to take charge of you and me, actually!

And no weapons, it was made clear, and now it is Lem who learns of despair.

Rem, as it were, had no power to exchange, and his body was slowly passed to his sister,

"Don't drop it."

"I'm still going to have more power than a one-armed valance."

"Then why was I in charge of the lem!?

"I guess it's because Balth didn't ask me if I was in charge."

"No way, seriously!

Subaru trying to cover his face with his palms and decide he didn't speak for himself.

Looking up at Subaru like that, Rem looks at him like he sees something incredible. How can you do that when you say you've despised him so much?

"Subaru, why are you so far..."

- You're right.

Subaru meditated only for a moment on the inquiry, then stood one finger and laughed,

"He's my first date in my life. I can't abandon you."

Say, gently stroke Rem's hair with the hand that was standing its finger,

"Najama, it's just creeping up. - I asked for a lem, sister."

"I hope Bulls can make it."

The direction in which Subaru and Ram run rapidly breaks up to leave such a short exchange behind.

Ram to the right, Subaru to the left. Only lost between moments to which of the prey the flock that was in the front would follow scattered - instantly, driving the Subaru to the left.

"- Sister!

"It's time Balls made it with his life at stake. Use it effectively."

For a sister who has lost the power of a ghost, the strength to support Rem's body can only be the strength that his flesh inherently possesses. Therefore, her running speed is never fast.

Feeling it, Rem bites his lips off at his impudence.

As long as you can 'ghost', it's easy to protect Subaru, or run with your sister in charge instead. I can do it all.

Yet at the heart of it, the 'ghost' in me doesn't even try to put his face on the table.

Lamb's priorities for this occasion are established in 'Lem > Subaru'. So when Subaru presents a way of turning ourselves in, we can decide it without hesitation if we decide that it will increase our own survival even with the shards.

While respecting such a sister's decisiveness, Rem can't help complaining in tears.

I wondered why you wouldn't challenge me more resolutely.

I was wondering why you wouldn't show me something more amazing.

Such irrationality, as depositing her full breadth of trust when she was a young child, Rem cried.

"Subaru... Subaru...!

"Don't look back, Rem. It's gonna be a wound."

That's the word of my esteemed sister. It's always the right sister's word.

If you follow it, your heart will surely be protected. Because all the time, she's right.

- Then it's not worth anything to be right.

"- Sister!!

"- Huh!!

A violent earthquake ran the look on Ram's face at the screams his heart was about to complain about.

The leg of the ram stops pulling the lips together and pushing the eyes open. He slipped away from his sister's arm and fell to the ground. Rem rolled his body and looked behind him.

Far away, too late for a disease walk when it comes to running.

Subaru shakes his weakened right arm with dark hair, a scratchy outfit, and no force, floating a shape that flips and bites off all sorts of emotions.

A juggernaut that makes walls out of mighty flesh, standing in his front like that.

That body, which is larger than other homologues, may be the head of the herd.

With such a presence in the front and behind and beside him surrounded by countless warcraft, Subaru continues to run wildly.

I can't reach that back. Whether you stretch your fingers or shake your heart, it won't reach you.

However, still, Rem screams to make it arrive.

Hope this time you get the fingertips that didn't arrive that night, the thoughts that didn't arrive that night.

"- Subaru!!

I don't know if that voice has arrived.

It's just as if I would respond to that voice - I could barely see the running Subaru with his left hand, pulling out his blunt glowing sword.

The roar of the Warcraft shivers the forest.

And Subaru's throat was also roaring, as covered in it.