Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

A girl with thin, dirty clothes like a borough and rough eyes on her dull blonde hair. A shitty girl who was in an environment where she had to lean down and walk, but only let her red eyes see her as a hegemony and survive.

That was all the impression Subaru had of a girl named Felt.

Invited by Reinhardt's proclamation, Felt, accompanied by a samurai, walks quietly between the thrones. It is that of one noble lady who steps on a red carpet and proceeds with her little back straight, conscious of not rubbing the hem of a light yellow dress against the ground.

If polished, it might glow, Subaru praised her before, but perhaps the raw stone named Felt, which seems to have been polished by the power of Reinhardt's house, unfortunately eats differently than Subaru's previous assessment.

If you polish it, it glows, it's nowhere. It would shine if polished, but it was true.

While still immature, she looks beautiful with her appearance in place.

At the tip of Subaru's gaze, which is plucked out of her liver and opens her mouth pompously, she moves loosely to just the side of Reinhardt. Seeing that a felt had come within reach, Reinhardt carved a smile on its neat surface and nodded,

"Dear Felt, thank you for your hard work"

- Reinhardt.

Reinhardt to whom I pay a respectful tribute. To him, the felt, which takes the form of looking up from the bottom because of the height difference, lifts his jaw and calls.

Called to a cool voice, Reinhardt responds with a voice that goes through this one as well as "yes". Felt smiled softly at his attitude like that.

And

"- Meh, you hid Atashi's clothes again!?

Sleek, long legs arc at the sides of the body as you lift the hem of the dress. That hit Reinhardt's side of the head aimlessly - but the kick foot fits perfectly in the lightly lifted Reinhardt's palm.

On the felt that stands on one leg, Reinhardt takes a breath with his leg grabbed,

"I'm surprised. Suddenly, what do you do?"

"Don't you dare stop! Atashi clothes! I hid it from you again, didn't I? Thanks to you, I was dressed in such a flickering garment!

Balancing with one leg, Felt swells her cheeks dissatisfied as she rocks the hem of the dress that would have been attached for her.

Handled messily, an innocent fold begins to emerge in a fabric that was not wrinkled. watching it. Reinhardt lowered Felt's feet to the ground in a loose motion,

You don't have to be shy.

"Don't be shy, I hate you. I'm on it! We're not just talking about clothes, neither are you! Don't you think it's embarrassing that the knight is being held captive?

"If that is for the prosperity of the kingdom"

Felt does his hand on his forehead, as he also felt in a headache, to Reinhardt's unmistakable utterance. Then, as she realized belatedly gathering her gaze all over the hall,

"Oh, my God, don't just look at me. It's not a spectacle, and if you think it's a spectacle, you throw one of your twists, you get rich."

Hostile to those who at a glance can tell it is the upper class, and that is how felts blur in a badly patterned manner as they put sleeves through dresses that would be quite superior on this occasion as well.

Subaru managed to shake up the sensation she'd been stunned with until then, exhaling with relief, betraying its neat appearance.

"I thought it had completely changed, so I just stopped talking about appearance. Good - I knew humans wouldn't change the root part so much. Including me!

In following Felt, he also performs self-justification and is satisfied Subaru.

Skinny of his reactions like that, each one of them watching Felt and Reinhardt interact until then begins to react accordingly.

"I don't think we can let Reinhardt use his hands."

and Krusch, who looked impressed from a strange point of view.

"You got more grandmothers? Give me a break, already."

I'm sick of Anastasia shaking her neck sideways with a face like that.

"It can't be more pronounced than a concubine. Something a concubine can use to stand out... public executions of intruders or something."

Priscilla is starting to get into the idea of not listening.

"That kid... that time...!? So Reinhardt is so surprised..."

And what brings me to the conclusion that Emilia is amazingly eye-opening.

Especially since Emilia is not close to Felt, so the surprise will be one. Because he said he was in a relationship to take the badge away from each other, but it turned and Felt was also chosen as the badge again, and now he's in a position to contend for the throne.

At the end of each first impact, the felt looks uncomfortable in the wake of those reactions - rather than tongue-in-cheek with bad attitude and turn away.

Though we dated for a short time two weeks ago, I didn't think I was a girl with a twisted personality so far, but I wonder how much has happened over the past two weeks. I don't intend to lose Subaru in terms of the intensity of the content, but I can also predict her intensity, which elevated her status from a single stray child to a king candidate at once.

And as Subaru nodded at such sentiments, Felt's gaze, which looked around the hall to ordain, tangled with Subaru.

She frowned at the lid, then meditated to explore her memory, and in just a few seconds she brightened her face like she had explored that memory.

"Oh! Why are you here, brother!

Pushing Reinhardt's chest with a mild thrust, she moves toward Hiroshi and Subaru with the momentum she has left. The luxury looking dress is treated so abusively that it makes me sad, and the samurai, who would have carefully coordinated with it, are holding her face back and turning away.

Subaru is relative to the felt that leaves such a sentiment behind and comes towards him with a full grin. Honestly, I really wanted to avoid facing her in the air on the field, but if you think she should be the same thin one with a lack of allies, there's no way she can get in the way.

"Wow, it's been a while. I hope you're well!

The moment I gently raised my hand and let go of my refreshing greeting, the forward kick struck directly at the ear belly. Broken into shock letters, Subaru coughs on his knees on the spot.

Subaru groans without knowing what the sudden murder means. with the felt looking down with one leg up its ugliness.

"If it feels like it, I don't know about the belly wound or anything. Instead, I feel more scratches and messes everywhere else."

"If you know that, work a little harder, you... why are you so full of confirmation? What if it's torn in a temporarily fastened state... in fact, there was a time close to it."

Though it is only now that it is blocked, the bare skin of Subaru's abdomen still has a white scar with a single letter. Not only that, but the scars of the Warcraft's teeth are still all over the body, so it's pretty good to be full of creativity in two weeks. There are countless lacerations and abrasions, so the back wound is no longer a case of a swordsman's shame or anything.

"Well, you mean your brother had a tough time with your brother. But if it was tough, you didn't lose, did you?

"... I guess. I didn't think I'd be the wingman to come across you on this occasion. Badge noise creeps around like this."

"I can't say badge noise or anything. - You've decided, look at the situation."

"... there was a cuter way of doing things like blocking your mouth, wasn't there? Still fast."

Besides, to block this one's mouth that crouches, so his jaw kicked up from directly under him. Fortunately, the power had been added and subtracted, and I was starting to get used to being kicked and not having to bite my tongue. Either way, I think touching her priors is going to be bad for Reinhardt as well.

Most of all, I don't think I can overturn the fact that Felt's debut in the social world is due to his own actions.

"Dear Felt. It's nice to be able to warm up your old relationship, but please come here."

And it was Marcos, still unswallowed by the air on the spot and proceeding pale in the proceedings, who interrupted the two who exchanged what may have seemed soothing beside him.

Felt still seemed to want to argue with the look on his face, but when Reinhardt, who stood right next to him, broke his hips with regret, he moved forward again with faces such as disapproval.

"So, what do you want me to do with you?

"Behave as a lady first, I just want you to take this one before I do."

Felt that looks disgusting on Reinhardt's light jab. On that palm of hers, Reinhardt hands the dragon's badge removed from his nostalgia.

For a moment, a felt frown was raised on the shape of its badge, but as soon as he saw the treasure ball begin to shine in his palms, his tenacious expression also softens.

"I've thought about it since I stole it, but it's a rare stone. What a glow."

"Stole it?

"That's because Master Felt was recognized by the dragon as a qualified one."

Instead of blaming Subaru earlier, Felt accidentally slips his mouth. Marcos seemed to notice the breadth of her, but it was somehow dodged by an immediate blocked follow up of Reinhardt.

Marcos seemed surprised for a moment that his remarks had been flushed, but he seemed to have decided to give precedence to the facts before him over the question.

Looking back, looking back at the history of the Sage Society who was silently watching that qualification lighting scene,

"This is right, Dragon Difference did recognize Master Felt as a witch. Having approved her participation, I think it will be the real start of this king's race."

Marcos hands on an iron plate and bows his head respectfully. Reinhardt follows it and all the Kingsguard knights who hit the search.

The face of the Knights who report on the completion of their mission, with their dedication, will have gathered on this occasion five dragon witches - that is, the future candidate for Queen of Lugnica.

"Well, that's the day history moves."

Pompous, Svalbard squeaks emotionally and so that he was to be put on that important occasion without trying to. It's a pretty silly imitation of sneaking into the royal castle on such a sunny day, even looking back. Ninety percent of them would have died.

It was up to me to realise once again the strength of my bad luck.

It was Subaru with such out-of-the-box sentiments, but I noticed late enough that it was starting to spread between the thrones on the fence.

The source of the twist came from a group of civilian muscles, including Roswar and others, who stood side by side with the knights offering salutes across the center. I don't hear any details of the twist, but it includes confusion, confusion, and obvious dissatisfaction.

"Excuse me, may I?

and, at last, one middle-aged man advances out of that civilian population.

A man in his forties or so, with brown hair. He stroked his fine jaw beard nervously,

"There is no word in the dedication of the Kingsguard Knights in this ritual of election of kings. Without your help, we would not have been able to create a situation in line with the dragon history stone prophecy in such a short period of time."

"It's a waste of time."

Let Marcos humble himself with a heavy tone to a man who praises the Knights with a lot of rhetoric. In contrast, the man looked away, seemingly difficult to do, "but," he prefaced,

"I hate to say this, but even though it is in line with the situation shown by Dragon History Stone, I wonder if there is a slight problem with the candidacy"

"And say?

"I'm asking you if you may disdain your qualifications as a dragon witch, too blinded to receive the crown of the kingdom at heart."

Speaking back, the middle-aged tell him to yell at his ill-conceived opponent. I just shut my mouth right to be ashamed of the strength of my tone, but a group of civilians leaked a few voices of consent to that statement saying, "Yes, they do."

have gained some comfort in the fact that he has an endorser, he coughed up before adding that

"The covenant with the dragon is more important than anything else. The country will not be made without friendship with them any more than Lugnica has existed as a pro-Dragon King. But the dragon is so important, it seems to underestimate the people."

"I mean, is this what this is about? We, the Kingsguard Knights, devote our hearts and minds to the search for dragon witches, saying that we are mistaken in seeing who the king deserves to pledge allegiance."

"There's some way to put it, but don't be like that."

I advise him to go away and tell him to choose the words, middle-aged, whether he has his liver cooled down by the way Marcos puts it together in a terminal way. but its follow up is just a little slow too.

Despite desperate movements and results, the mood of the Knights, who have never been generous about their achievements, is not calm.

Especially for Subaru, who stands on the knight's side. It is also easily felt,

"You smell like kina, it's getting disturbing air..."

"Are you confused by the Knights? I don't know about that neighborhood, but how about you two?

Listening to Subaru whine, Al turns up a grumpy laugh and talks to the other two. Julius and Ferris, shaken in shape, turned their gaze only to this one,

"Ferri's nothing. What? 'Cause no matter what that beard says, Ferri's loyalty has already been given to one person."

"I don't even agree with Ferris, but I feel the same way. I have already given my sword. They're all going to keep their loyalties. I don't mean to be so narrow as to blame you for the swings in your mind before that happens."

"was a splendid one. Well, I'm with the princess."

When Al says it as if to confront him, I see the two of them carving a smile in their mouths.

Somehow, it was Subaru who seemed out of company and didn't feel funny. The three who primarily keep their full confidence as knights, or mercenaries. Such a comparison of their position with that of themselves made Subaru feel like a step backwards.

That shouldn't happen, I shake my head and get rid of my weakness. I want to help Emilia achieve her purpose. You shouldn't have lost to the three of us when it comes to that feeling.

With Subaru on his ass driven by a strange sense of impatience, the exchange in the hall was beginning to expand.

Cutting off the middle-aged who expressed their opinions, the civilian population begins to complain one after another.

"At the same time that I am a witch, I am a king. Or be king, not aware enough."

"Even if you wear the exterior, its essence is in your attitude"

"I don't have enough character. There is also a lack of education. So what can you call a king?"

"That's okay, it's nothing. I don't know if you're going to be a king with a lot of personality and fun, but I'll think of something."

"Sir is silent, but good!

It sounded like a familiar voice was about to crack the civilian population, but those problems go through and Subaru sees the Emilias in the vortex.

What the civilian population is particularly arguing about by mentioning on the arrow side is probably Felt, whose earlier poor attitude was noticeable, but I can't say enough that he hasn't jumped on the other candidates either. In fact, Emilia's side is as painful as it is to endure pain, and standing on that spot is definitely a burden.

I might feel a little easier if I could just stick my voice up and tell him to shut up, but I blamed him for making an immediate stop if I thought of the downside of doing it.

Therefore, if it was not Subaru's briefness that held the occasion, it was neither the wrath of the Knights anointed with dissatisfaction with the completion of their mission, nor the rationality of a group of civilians who reflected that their mouths had passed.

Only one word, the old man sitting on the stage muttered "quietly" was the reason.

Stroking his long long beard, Microtoff further narrows his closing eyes to see the felt looking up at the old body with a feisty face.

A lot of silent time went on, but when Microtoff leaked a small exhalation into the fudge,

"Knight Reinhardt"

"Ha."

Reinhardt, called by name and invited by hand, went to the stage refreshed.

He kneels in front of the microtoff, showing the most salute of putting his sword off his hips and on the floor. to see it satisfactorily, so that the old man handles his white beard and so does his memory.

"Hmm. Can you tell me how you found her?"

He asks me how I met him, and a cold sweat tells Subaru's forehead even though he doesn't know he's a party. If we are to tell the truth as it is, naturally, it is necessary to even mention the theft noise perpetrated by Felt.

and, with such a subaru worry, Reinhardt nodded deeply,

"Thirteen days ago, she protected herself in the lower neighborhood of Wangdu - commonly known as the 'Glades' corner. At that time, I had a chance to touch Dragon Different, and it turned out that she was qualified as a witch, and it was up to me to bring her here this way."

Steady, Reinhardt reporting blurry parts of the problem.

It was something I could easily find coarser than poking a heavy box from Subaru knowing the circumstances, but it was of course not Subaru who referred to Reinhardt's statement. And the part that the person pointed out was also different from the part that caught Subaru.

"He said he was a slum street stray...... are you insane, Knight Reinhardt!?

He's a middle-aged voice who's gaining the backing of a group of civilians from earlier and is starting to breathe some.

He showed a felting at all heights in a motion with added gestures,

"To this ritual of electing a king in charge of the future Lugnica, more importantly, it is a rhetorical discourse such as inviting a stray child. How do you know the throne!?

――――

"Not if it's not convenient. This is the heir to the present Sword Saint, and I must say that the honor of the Astrea family has fallen to the ground."

With salutes on the stage, Reinhardt takes the word as he is told. There is no negative emotion on its cool side, and the middle-aged man who recruits also clings his mouth to such things as the wind on the willow and hits his tongue in frustration. Then,

"Dear Microtoff, please still reconsider your thoughts. It's just a story about being chosen by Dragon Special and qualifying itself for the throne and so on. The crown of the king should be given only to what is worthy. The story is that I should be able to shine my badge gradually..."

"Lord Rickert, you must be getting a little too hot, huh?

Middle-aged, pointing water to the pinnacle of the country as it stands, and differing in its policies - Rickert. It was a prolonged voice, accustomed to hearing, that showered its burning tongue.

Rickert turns his clear hostile gaze sideways and across a few people to a lined rosewar. to its stabbing gaze. Roswar put his hands up,

"Oh, I'm afraid. If you look at me like that, I'll have a chest ache."

"Bullshit...... Roswar. I'm not convinced of Sir's attitude either. Not only me, but many things in the palace. Until now, we have overlooked it as having no choice because of an emergency, but this is how all the exceptions seem to come to our attention. Not only is the Astrea family trying to lift a stray child to the throne, but also the foolishness of a Sir who elects a half demon to be king..."

"- Lord Rickert, it's better to be corrected now."

A frozen voice sounded quietly in the hall and Rickert's complexion, which was reddened by excitement, turned pale. The cause is the intimidation emitted with the voice - a rosewire who leans his neck just to caress while still smiling the same.

"It's a bad habit to call a half elf a half demon or something. Not to mention Emilia's still a king candidate - do you know which one you haven't given your minutes to?

"Well, even so, yes. I don't think the claim is wrong. It is not synonymous with being qualified as a dragon witch and whether it is the person the king deserves. Dear Microtoff!"

Though barely pressured by Roswar's quiet intimidation, Rickett calls Microtoff's name with a sweaty look.

"Please reconsider. On this occasion, it must be said that it is premature to elect a candidate for the King. How much does it mean to see only dragon historic stones..."

- Knight Reinhardt.

In response to Rickett's words wishing for a change of heart, but the wise man calls the name of the red-haired knight without responding. The knight responded without hesitation to the voice, turning his stern face to the stage as he waited for the words to follow.

Microtoff touched his long beard, still scowling it at his fingertips as if he were doing the task of exploring his memory.

"Are you telling me she is?

"I'm not sure. The means to be sure has already been lost. - But there's resistance to calling all this code coincidence."

"Then what?

"- It's destiny," he said.

To Reinhardt's lucid answer, Microtoff closed his eyelids as if he had something to feel.

I have no idea what those two exchanges are about, Subaru, who is listening beside me. I wonder if you know what I'm doing around here, but the complexion invisible Al, as well as Ferris and Julius, seems to be in a similar state.

Only two people know each other: Reinhardt and Microtoff.

As if he had cut a paralysis into that state, Rickert trembled his lips and stepped forward,

"It's word play that doesn't make sense! Knight Reinhardt, have you even lost sight of your path as the right knight? It suits cloudy eyes like bringing a stray child..."

"Your eyes are a pit to be caught just on the upper edge and you seem to overlook important things. Or I suspect that the loyalty I have devoted to the royal family is haribote."

It was a clear impeachment, quiet but never sweet, that struck Rickett, who tried to throw up his temper and rebel Reinhardt.

The meaning of the word spinned from Microtoff's mouth cannot be swallowed, and often Rickert becomes a flashing expression. That was the same for a group of civilians who supported Rickert, with a broken nose column and a similar incomprehension in Subaru, which I think is mesiumatic and inner.

Nature, the silence falls slightly into the hall, but Rickert picks it up and collects it and manages to raise his face. tough out there. While he blues his face,

"Ko, this is crazy. Master Mycrotov is also a bad person. of my loyalty, or that what is in my eyes is past."

"Hmm. If so, wouldn't you notice watching Master Felt?"

To Microtoff's words like trying, Rickert sees Felt with a suspicious face.

She looks blatantly unpleasant in the sight of it, being the party in question but being kept a lot away from the involvement of the story. The same thing happens to other candidates who watch the situation quietly, and only Emilia, who has known each other subtly for a long time, has a faint sense of inner agitation on her face, which irritates Subaru's apprehension.

While Subaru has such misplaced worries, Rickett takes a close look at Felt's appearance from top to bottom.

"Watching and noticing etc...... still young. I have too much to learn than to take the throne and so on... ugh!

Rickert was trying to point out the right place as he followed the word and looked at Felt. Strong as I noticed the look on my face, I keep an eye out for it.

Then he turned his pressed open eyes toward Microtoff,

"Ki, red eyes on golden hair -!?"

"Hmm. I see, that's a rare combination of eye and hair color. - That means a lot in this Lugnica"

When Rickett speaks of the cause of the upset, the same shock spreads to the civilians who perceived its intentions. Only Subaru lacks common sense in this world.

Looking at you and next door, Ferris and Julius also had a look at each other. Al doesn't know what he's still thinking, but he doesn't look otherwise surprised.

So Subaru, for now, just avoids the mood by taking a stance that you don't understand but you do.

but soon the lecture on that unclear part was given by Rickett.

You want to even empathize with your surroundings with your current stunning, he shows felt with trembling fingers,

"Red eyes on golden hair - that is the characteristic of the appearance displayed in the blood muscles of the Royal Lugnica. But there's such a funny story! The royal family was a thing six months ago, and all the blood folks are hiding! Interrupting gaps everywhere…"

"- Do you know about the incident in the palace fourteen years ago, Master Rickert?"

Reinhardt quietly blocked Rickert from speaking of strong denial.

And Rickert's expression was even stronger on what Reinhardt had spoken,

"No way," the voice that speaks flips.

"No way, Knight Reinhardt, what you're trying to say..."

"Fourteen years ago, a thief broke into the castle and there was a kidnapping of his predecessor, the king's brother - Master Ford's son. Allow the thief to flee, without knowing where your son is."

"Hmm. That was the dismantling of the former Kingsguard Knights and one thing that cut off regeneration. I didn't think your relatives were irrelevant..."

"I know information that I'm not supposed to know. So if you can guess."

In response to Reinhardt's less verbal response, Microtoff just nods and responds.

but I don't see the bare gesture of Rickert's more confused fitting. He waved,

"Polarity, no, it's rampant. Your daughter, who disappeared fourteen years ago, is living in a slum in Wangdu, and you accidentally found it? Even though you said that you deserved to qualify as a dragon witch?

Line up the information that got bumped up on the stand, and then Rickert laughs.

"This is ridiculous! It's too much talk. I can hardly help but assume that your Highness, who found the girl who qualified as a witch, dyed the girl's hair and magically changed the color of her eyes. - I wouldn't have done that."

"On the sword"

To Rickert, who regains a somewhat sober look, Reinhardt raised the sword he had placed on the floor, peeking slightly at himself from the sheath, making a sound and a naked knife. Take an oath.

Like its neatness. Rickert scratched his head rampantly as it began to thin,

"... all the blood of the royal family is already ill, and no means exists to ascertain whether it is of blood clan or not. It's just speculative surnames, and I don't think everyone's going to drool."

"That's natural. but I am convinced that Master Felt is the one who deserves to inherit the throne. I don't care about blood."

"What could also be the modern Sword Saint is a lot of it."

In response to Reinhardt's head-on, Rickett exhaled as he gave up. Then again, he saw a felt that was on the subject but not mixed,

"Apart from qualifying as a dragon witch, I'm from a ghetto. - And, or the possibility of a royal lineage that should have been lost. The weight of the ordeal to which you are exposed is unimaginable. Are you ready for that?"

Taunton, a kind of thing to try without the mild connotation.

I guess that is also a ritual for Rickert to distinguish herself from her dissatisfaction with her own answers in view of the course of the conversation so far.

Sometimes people have to choose troublesome means, even though they recognize the other person in this way. Subaru watching beside him also stroked down his shoulder when this struck an end to such a barren argument.

"What? What are you talking about, Osama? Atashi hasn't said a word to the king, don't make up your mind."

In a way that completely ignored the course of previous stories, Felt clearly expressed his rejection by pointing his lips at hatred.

Naturally, agitation runs to everyone in the hall, starting with Rickert. Felt, who caused such waves of emotion, poked his finger at Reinhardt,

"Atashi's been forced to pull me over from the ghetto. I can't even go home, and I hide my clothes and put on all these flickering clothes. I'm not sick of talking about it, Atashi's not convinced at all."

Freshly told, he raises and lowers his shoulders, and Felt lifts his jaw to provoke, looking up at Reinhardt's length. risen red-haired youth smiled bitterly as troubled,

"Master Felt still does that."

"I can't explain how bad you gave up. Okay? I don't like Atashi, it's on me!

"- It's not boring when you're always happy."

Felt yells with a hasty look at Reinhardt, who does not bend his claim.

One girl with her mouth pinned to such an exchange between the two - the King's Candidate Faction, in which she arms and narrows her eyes boringly.

She rocked her rich breasts over her assembled arms,

"The shape alone has all five people needed to open it. And then as long as it starts, anything that doesn't deserve it will be saved naturally. The concubine is the last one left anyway. It doesn't matter whether it's the King's qualities or not among the other extra people."

"Oh?"

Felt reacts to Priscilla's rambling ramblings, which remained heated up. She shrunk her little body even further, in a chimpy style looking up at Priscilla from the bottom.

"I thought you were a woman dressed for congratulations, but you're selling fights with clothes that are hard to move. Atashi is famous for her legs."

"My head is high. Who do I care about my concubine?"

"Ha, so you know... ugh"

Priscilla throws her voice arrogantly at Felt, who has made a rather three-odoured threat. I tried to laugh it off with my nose, and the look on Felt's face clouded with confusion and surprise.

Felt plunged his hand into his golden hair and shook himself on the spot as if he had a glare, whining "That,"

"- Princess, that's him."

The moment the felt was about to collapse, Al screamed next to Subaru, who stuffed his breath.

He found that the cause of the modulation of the felt was his Lord's work. And because of that cry of his, movement occurs simultaneously all over the hall.

Moving at exactly windy speeds, Reinhardt gently supports the body of the falling felt. And Al, the ship's arm, was stepping in to interrupt between the moving Reinhardt and the fluttering Priscilla.

Felt and Priscilla factions clash in narrow intervals. Even on the outside of such schematics, there are a few that have movement.

Krusch bowed gently, putting his hand on his hips that were not lowering anything, in the position of a knife puller as if trying to pull out an invisible sword. Marcos, the Knight Commander who stood relatively close to the candidates, is offering his hand to control that Kursch move.

One, it is Anastasia who is distancing herself with her head "Patience Ya" from the gathering of candidates, and she seems to have no fighting power to see it.

After seeing every such trend, Subaru captures Emilia of his destiny.

Almost simultaneously with Al's cry, she was still moving, bringing a pale glow to its palms as she reached into the void,

"Yang Magic Overinterference - What are you thinking using it like this!?

The pale glow surrounds the fluttering felt and transmits soothing fluctuations to its body.

Anger also reveals Emilia's anger is Priscilla, a face who has no blame whatsoever for her work. She waved annoyingly,

"I didn't just give you a little bit of protection to have at the birth of a concubine. If it's a reaction to that extent, we'll know the vessels of nature and itself."

"What would you apologize for if you did something wrong? You don't know until you try to scold me?

Recruiting Emilia as she regains her normal condition to Priscilla's answer, which is not bad. For a moment in its content, Priscilla looked decent and broke her face like she couldn't stop laughing right away. With a laughing look as it were,

"Oh, this is funny. I've enjoyed that for a long time now, you can compliment me."

"You're an unpleasant kid. What..."

"I apologize if I did something wrong," he said. If so, in your case, 'I'm sorry I was born', but can I apologize? A silver half-elf. "

Subaru also found that the shock penetrated Emilia's entire body.

Emilia's shoulders shake wide, as if she had been physically struck. She was thwarted of the resolute look she had just had, pushing her painful eyes open.

"Wow, I... can't believe I had anything to do with witches"

"Who does such an excuse mean, what does it mean? You are a reflection of the contraindications of the world, and people just can't wait to see it. That's why I'm counting on you to cut the cloth just to fix the upper edge."

To Priscilla, who folds her spicy words, Emilia, pale in the face, just shakes her neck sideways without force. I can guess roughly what their conversation is about, but Subaru doesn't know much about it. Therefore, the depth of the shock Emilia is experiencing cannot be inferred to Subaru.

But I only know that she's unjustly hurt. That was enough for Natsuki Subaru to move. but

"Princess, will you make it that far? I'm in trouble for getting more enemies, seriously."

It was Al's weak voice standing in front of her that stopped Priscilla's tyrant. He's in a helmet that's supposed to be faceless, with a voice so weak that everyone can sense that it's a troubled face there.

"Especially Kensei and Conflict and the oversized Ernesto. Let's apologize honestly, shall we?

"Do not let what may also be the concubine's obedience pass the pity. What happened to Kensei? I don't know if it's just the strongest thing in this country, but somehow,"

"Not for a minute."

He calmly identified my battle power difference and Al raised a white flag early to express his irresistibility. Priscilla looked stunned by that attitude. And the two of Reinhardt and Emilia across the street from Al are faces that can't hide their surprises and confusion.

but at least only prevented the place from jumping to an instant one-touch scene.

Sometimes things roll off in the wrong direction soon, although there are occasions when I want to hang up to re-divide.

As everyone rotated their heads to do something about this glue situation - that tall noise did slap the tympanic membranes of people in the hall despite the small noise.

- Everyone, are you ready?

It was the gray-haired old body - a microtoff - that dropped the coin I played into the pottery and caught everyone's attention.

He did it without standing out of the chair. He looked around at everyone, and then when he gazed at the felt shaking his head after Emilia's treatment,

"Dear Felt, are you all right?"

"... one way or another. Shit, if the knife hadn't been taken away, it wouldn't be like that."

In response to Microtoff's care, Felt turns his evil state toward Priscilla with a bad attitude. Even that loss seems like a triple hit, but it's not an atmosphere I can point to.

Reinhardt turns his gratitude to Emilia and receives it with a nod as Emilia is still not well. When Kursch unwinds his combat posture and pulls his body out like Marcos relieved, Al finally turns the shoulder of the ship's arm too to look relieved.

Only Priscilla, the beginning of the matter, seemed bored with the same eyes, and I don't see a single colour of reflection falling into my heart, but the first stuffiness ends.

Looking at it, Microtov declares it again.

"Now on the original agenda - about the King's race, I would like to turn in the candidates and recommend here the holding of the Sage Society"