Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

She was called by name and Emilia replied with a dark expression of nervousness.

And the moment I saw her right hand and right foot coming forward at the same time as she walked out toward the center - Subaru thought, 'How about I do this?'

It's from behind that I'm catchy with nervousness, and that's also strong enough to take a look at in a few steps, and if it's everyday, 'Emilia Tan Serious Puppy!' and this is an occasion to admire its adorability, but as it stands, I don't see that being the element that works for +.

Somehow, on the verge of reaching the center, I noticed the walking style, and Emilia's hands and feet moved forward as she fitted into a similar form of the usual person - under the gaze of the Society of Sages, proceeded to the center of the hall.

- Emilia, are you okay?

"Don't worry, Subaru"

"Don't read people's minds, on your hands or me."

Reinhardt speaks as he sidelines this one and this one to Subaru, who couldn't hide himself by letting his inner anxiety-lifting hand wander.

mentioning Subaru's anxiety in a hissing voice, he indicated Emilia's back in his jaw coming forward,

"Subaru doesn't seem to know what kind of acclaim Emilia receives at the Royal Castle. - At least I'm not being insulted like you're worried about."

"That being said..."

My right hand and my right foot were out at the same time. d The tense human promise pattern is also a good place. Now I chew on my mouth, then I also chew on my tongue, I blush and crouch in, I can't watch very much if it goes all the way down to that chain.

If that happens, Subaru is prepared to show in this gathering of heavy towns in the country an ugliness that will only expose everyone to contempt and contempt.

- It was the Natsuki Subaru formula that did not think in the direction of following well and restoring Emilia's honor.

but the readiness of such Subaru for the day after tomorrow is worried by diagonal direction interpretation.

"See, the way your hands and feet walk out at the same time now..."

"Isn't that a special spell passed down to the Elves or something?"

"That's demonic. I can't keep my eyes open for some reason..."

A fearful voice comes from the Kingsguard knights lined up, and Subaru slacks to its content. Paranormal delusions, or exaggerated delusions, are also terrible content.

If you know the actual Emilia, it's not enough to even think that her tricks are due to sheer tension, etc.

As far as the third guy goes, Subaru's sentiments and the whole picture remain the same.

Either way, even one hardened behavior on the kachikochi made me feel like I was being interpreted like that - if the arr was being blown very seriously rather than ridiculed, it could be deduced that it was a situation that was never amicably welcomed.

When Emilia reaches the center, nature and a number of such stirrings also calm down.

All that remained was one elsewhere, Emilia, who advanced, and one elbow headed next to her as she rattled high on her shoes - the footsteps of Roswar. When that long blue hair stood next to Emilia, the place was ready.

I look at the two standing side by side, and Marcos, the facilitator of the proceedings, pulls his jaw with a heavy face. Then he gazed at the Subaru people - especially those who had earlier spoken retarded rhetoric - and corrected their spines before

"So, Emilia. And Sir Roswar L. Mazers. Please."

"Ha-ha-yes. Hey, after the Knights went on as caretakers, my sense of misplacement is amazing and troublesome. - Right?

Roswar responded in only a mild manner and told Emilia beside him, "Hey?" I look back. Emilia does not return any reaction to that.

Thinking of her tenacity until just now, I can't even expect her to react as usual. Roswar's unreadability of air was even a frustrating level, but his negative feelings about it were immediately left behind.

Because...

"I'll see you first, Sage Society ladies and gentlemen. My name is Emilia. There is no family name. Just call me Emilia."

Rin's silver bell sounds sway the tympanic membrane throughout the hall, engraving its name into everyone's chest. There is no tremor in your voice, and there is no sway in your eyes looking forward.

Where has the tense appearance gone so far, the figure of Emilia, who currently spins her own name on the Sage Society, is no worse than that of previous candidates.

No, the appearance of Emilia, who speaks orally, was equipped with what should also be called a realistic demonic appearance, which no other candidate could ever have. I don't know if that stems from the fact that only she is not a pure human race.

But at least Subaru was only fascinated by the demon she had. I was so fascinated by the inner readiness to go ahead and the many disrespects directed at her from around me - that all of them disappeared further from the back of my brain that I was fascinated by her posterior appearance, which was nestled.

"And Emilia's nominee is served by Uncle Roswar L. Mazers Borderline while she is a stranger. Thank you for your time, Sage Society."

"Hmm. Will the nominee be you, not the Kingsguard Knight, the court magician? I was wondering if you could tell me how it went around there."

He presents a stream of talk with a loose end as he touches his beard, and then Microtoff's eyes narrow with the sharpness of his sword. He quietly shot through Emilia with that look in his eyes,

"Dear Emilia, candidate. Including her last name, please."

"Accepted."

Roswar, who breaks his hips, shows Emilia with an outstretched hand, and begins to talk about meeting her in a good voice when she receives her chief consent.

It is something that Subaru has never heard of, and he whispers in his ear that Subaru, who unwittingly stiffens himself, misses every word of it.

"First of all, as you are all aware, let me explain from Emilia's origins - oh? The sound of a silver bell that, once heard, cannot be forgotten by dreams, in the purple blue eyes that capture the beautiful silver hair, clear white skin and the heart of what you see. As you know, many of the demons are proof that Emilia draws the blood of an elf."

In response to Roswar's words, it is conveyed that several people in the hall took their breath away.

Elf - a fact that would have been well known because of Emilia's treatment, a difference from others at an impossible level, such as hiding through in the King's race.

In the example of Anastasia earlier, Subaru used a metaphor in his head that the President of the United States could not be Japanese, etc., but how deep is the gulf lying between the elves and the human race compared to it at last?

"Daughter who draws the blood of the Elves..."

"Demonic appearance beyond people's knowledge, and an atmosphere of eternal seclusion, no doubt about it"

"The Elves to the throne and so forth are utterances. That is not even comparable to the example of Anastasia. Besides, if it's just an elf, whatever."

The old men of the Sage Society look at each other, whispering their voices but mouthing critical content. Especially an old man with a big scratch on his bald head - his character's attitude is a strong one,

"Half of it is human blood - I mean, would that mean half an elf?

I even float blue muscles on my forehead and throw them away like that, and the old man lets me wave wildly. It's a trick that keeps Emilia away from you, and the fact is, he's...

"I have a bad chest just watching. Why do you not realize that you are even afraid to welcome yourself between the thrones, such as a half demon with silver hair"

"Lord Bordeaux, you're overmouthing."

"Lord Microtoff is the one who understands? Isn't the silver half demon the 'Jealous Witch' 's narrated appearance itself!

The old man, called Bordeaux, rises up, even absurd his voice to the nagging microtoff. Then he walked down the stairs and grabbed to the center, in front of Emilia,

"The ruin that once drank half of the world and drove all creatures into the chaos of despair. I'm not gonna tell you I don't know that."

――――

"I think just the look and the last name of that one, how many things tremble. Do you think he could exist or be on the throne? I can't think. It is the mountain of Sekiyama that is said to have been distracted, both by other countries and by the people. Not to mention that this is Lugnica, the pro-Dragon King - a country where witches sleep!

Bordeaux, whose hands spread and feet tread, in a rough tone and attitude. Emilia is still unresponsive to that attitude. But Subaru is likely to take the limit instead.

But that, too,

"Subaru, they're from the Sage Society. Don't be short-handed."

"Damn it, Reinhardt. When is that anything but obfuscation? If he did something in person back in the day, he still looks just alike, doesn't he? So are all the bald-headed jizzies like that? I know baldness is almost better."

"That's what we're talking about, Subaru."

Reinhardt stops Svalbard from shouting at him unintentionally with passion at his discretion. But Subaru's anger can't even subside with that.

His nose is also rough and he stares at Bordeaux's side only if he shoots him with his gaze. And when the old man noticed the hostile gaze, and saw the two men who could,

"If you think the line of caregivers is noisy, Knight Reinhardt is the caregiver of another candidate. If so, that brunette boy..."

"Master Bordeaux, are you ready?

On the verge of Bordeaux's eyes shining a swordswallowing light and trying to work something against this one, it was Roswar who watered the decision.

He advances in with his usual pungent attitude and takes Bordeaux's gaze to the front. An old man with a robust figure instead of an elderly man has little different back length than a long rosewar. The old man looked to Roswar's odd-eye as he exchanged his gaze close to each other,

"If you've exhausted the words, then you still don't have enough to say. That's all Sir's deeds are. You know what I mean, the head court magician."

"Wow, that's great. The meaning of the outrage I am committing, Bordeaux's reckoning with representing the opinions of the Sage Society, and the emotional problems of the people who will see Emilia."

accepting intimidating Bordeaux narratives, and Roswar stood his finger on it,

"Shh, shh, haven't you forgotten? That the part of Bordeaux's problem doesn't mean anything when it comes to the king's race."

"... what do you mean?

"Oddly enough, isn't that what Master Priscilla said at first? If the shape alone has all five candidates, the king's race begins. As long as the king's election begins, all that remains is to proceed solemnly according to the text of the Dragon Historic Stone. Oh, well, I don't know."

As Rosewire embarks herself and escapes Bordeaux's gaze, she turns the water of the story to the Sage Society on the stage. And Microtoff took it, and narrowed one eye,

"Hmm, I mean, is that what you say? It is important that Emilia be chosen by Dragon Difference, and it is not a question of whether she is actually eligible to hold the throne."

"That's an old man. As soon as I can, I want to start and finish the King's race and restore the country to its former normal state. Otherwise, I can't afford to have fun."

Lightly, Roswar lets you trump the possibility of taking Emilia's throne. There is a shock in that statement that goes beyond earlier ramblings, and Subaru can only be stunned first and foremost before he remembers his anger.

I wondered what the patron man would say, knowing Emilia was striving for a king by then.

Leaving Subaru, who can't even make a word out of it, Roswar continues further with a pleasant wave of his raised fingers.

"Hit-Horse, because it's a bad way of saying it, but one thing - oh, why don't you think about it like that. Emilia's appearance is, uh, distinctive. No one would look at her and not associate 'The Jealous Witch' with it. I mean, it's easy to understand from us. It can be a pawn on the board."

"Shall we essentially contend for a king of five candidates?"

"Don't you think fewer choices are less likely to divide? Not to mention the national politics shaken by the absence of the king, even the possibility of interference in internal affairs from other countries is endangered. If so, shouldn't we work out measures to reduce the danger here?

Bordeaux with a thought face on Roswar's suggestion. The other old men of the Sage Society seem to be more than comfortable with the proposal when they say "if that's the case".

The soul dare to promote Emilia as the horse of the other candidates and put together the king's race into a substantial race.

Did you compare the pros and cons and decide which way the scale leans?

Bordeaux, who was the strongest to pierce the opposite attitude, nodded with the color of understanding on its strong side.

"Okay, fine. The opposition ahead is withdrawn. Do exactly as Sir recommended."

"I'm not kidding -!!"

The fury echoes in the hall, and the indoors quietly calm down on the skin of it.

The only noise left when the silence fell indoors was the rough breath of the angry boy.

With all the attention from everyone, the boy - Subaru blushes in anger and stares at two of Roswar and Bordeaux, who tried to reach their wicked consent.

In response to that gaze, Roswar glanced at one eye, and when he looked at Subaru with only his yellow eyes,

"Oh, no, you haven't seen the place? Now is not a good time for someone like you to pinch their mouth. [M] Apologize and leave."

"I told you my point, you're kidding. Here are the words that follow. You're the ones who apologize."

"It's increasingly surprising. - I can't believe I don't need my life."

Close your yellow eyes and Rosewire will shoot through Subaru with only blue eyes instead.

The usual floating atmosphere slips out of its setting, and instead surrounds him with an overwhelming feeling of war on what he sees. Illusion like Roswar's surrounding atmosphere is distorted, which is probably due to the enormity of mana he has.

With its overwhelming presence in front of its eyes, a great fire passes through the back of Subaru's brain, which bites his teeth.

I was reminded of the sight of Roswar waving his arms in the Warcraft Forest and letting Subaru burn his struggling juggernaut in an instant. Even the herd hears that in front of him he was wiped out with the ease of twisting the baby's hand.

Given the precision of his previous exercise of magic, it would be done with more uneasiness than that, such as choosing only Subaru from this occasion to evaporate.

There must have been quite a relationship of trust between Subaru and him - that we cannot and have not expected that sentiment on this occasion.

The only reason I've betrayed my previous trust is because it's Roswar.

"This disrespect is on the verge of coming together. Just one more time, if you crawl and beg forgiveness, let's give it a chance. Natsuki Subaru"

Subaru's knee laughs in abundance at the swordswallowing runoff of hostility. Tremors are contagious at your fingertips, and if you're not biting it off and enjoying it, the roots of your teeth are going to make a noise.

I feel trembling from my heart and guts, and I want to get out of this place right now.

- But...

"Yes, I told you, I am. It's not me who apologizes, it's you guys!

My voice was trembling, and I even rubbed it up.

But still, Subaru didn't just look down.

Emilia is here.

And now her wishes are about to be abused. I'm making that current, and I can't possibly break it or anything.

Who else besides Subaru can side with her when she has been betrayed in this earthen field? Who can be its jetty before her race, her appearance, the people who look at them only and speak ill?

I have no power. Weak will, too. But there was only the will.

Only the inexplicable force of origin will thrust and move Subaru, not allowing him to imitate only the knee-bending of the two legs that trample him.

before such a Subaru powerless, merely willing to pass me through. Roswar faintly narrowed its odd-eye,

"No. I can't let anything pass without strength. You should know what that means. In the next life, I hope to bring it to life."

The moment the ultimatum is told, the overflowing flux of power takes shape and embodies it.

Born is a fireball that brilliantly illuminates the entire hall. The mass of flame born on the palm of a raised rosewar is about the size of a man's head, but its high heat, like that which produced a small sun, burns lightly even the skin of Subaru, which stands in a remote position.

The manifestation of harmfulness until obvious, starting with Bordeaux in front of Roswar, the candidates who stood relatively close. Bordeaux distorted his tough face into anger, and the candidates went to the back side of each knight.

And Emilia, who just hasn't let one knight samurai,

"Wait, Roswar. Then we need to talk..."

Shake your purple blue eyes with two things: confusion and impatience, and alternate between two confronting Roswar and Subaru. There's confusion in her eyes looking at Roswar, and in her eyes staring at Subaru -,

"Emi..."

"Let me show you the finest firepower in Mana of Fire. - Argoa."

Abandoned grievously, Roswar's palm is directed toward Subaru.

In other words, it is a move to throw a fireball in your hand. The fireball slowly, but surely, looms to burn down Subaru's body.

With that in front of him, Subaru thinks about flying his body sideways and taking evasive action. But the core body doesn't follow Subaru's thoughts at all. Is it because your legs are trembling or your body is swamped with fear?

No, neither.

It is not that the will has not been communicated to the lower body. The will is accelerating too fast for the body to follow its speed of transmission.

Slower by the time his vision is abnormal, Subaru feels' death 'looming with his mouth open at present.

I remember wanting to give up even a second loop fold until the end, such as the feeling of a long time ago, the possibility of being directed at Roswar.

Consciousness leaves reality behind and doesn't even make eye movements happen.

So all that remains in Subaru's sight is Emilia's appearance reaching this way at the edge of her eyes, except for the fireball that looms in front of her. That's all.

Seeing a definite impatience in that look, Subaru gains a sense of relief out of place.

In a situation where my own life is threatened, the girl who favors it is watching me in jeopardy. - I can't even give Subaru time to be aware of how unusual it is to get relief from that fact.

And as a result,

'I can't let anything pass without power. Well, that's a good word. Oh, you're absolutely right, and I'm about to affirm it.'

The sounding voice was familiar to hear, but he slapped Subaru's tympanic membrane loosely, losing the anxiety he was used to hearing.

The moment the fireball collided, Subaru even forgot to blink before the impending death of the current red fever.

Subaru's eyes had therefore looked beyond what had happened in front of him.

At the moment of the collision, the fireball stretched Subaru to burn down and wrap its limbs around this body. For a moment, a blue and white glow unfolded to cover Subaru's entire body, which competed for firepower head-on against calories that would evaporate the human body in an instant - leaving only white steam behind to try to offset it.

its improbable extrahuman skill, the presence that lightly carried out its deeds drifted through the universe of the front of Subaru, the height of the gaze,

"Ningen flavor has put my daughter in front of me, and she can say whatever she wants."

Arms together, his peachy nose ringing small - a gray-haired kitten froze those black-eyed tenuous eyes with unprecedented cold emotions and said away.

All humans in the hall had lost their words to the sudden emergence of that being.

Floating around the universe is a palm-sized hand-ride kitten spirit pack.

I can't hide my surprise in what he looks like right now the more I know his usual blurry attitude, a slight way of talking, my paced personality everywhere, and his face like that.

Apart from Subaru, who is so astonished, for the first time I could see the upset also spreading among the people who see him.

What they have a problem with is a completely different part of Subaru's surprise.

It's...

"You said you directly offset the magic of the Roswar Border Uncle...?

"That too, in that short time, in a situation close to no chant?

"Before that, what the hell is that condensed mana... don't look straight at what you can see! You'll be swallowed!

One of the Kingsguard knights calls for vigilance and supports the shoulders of fluttering colleagues.

A similar reaction can be seen in some of the civilians, all of whom stare at the puck floating through the universe with horror.

"- What? Huh? What?"

Subaru can't understand their reaction like that.

It's the pack in front of you. Grey kitten. I do feel that the atmosphere is unusual, but there is no change that would make the knights all set and burn their greatest vigilance.

I was just staring jizzily, and I wouldn't be able to find any shards, such as elements where ill-health occurs like what they're saying.

Subaru, who can't hide his confusion. With such subaru bewilderment at the margin, Puck threw up "hum" with incredible dignity from what he knew,

'You don't seem to understand, do you, Roswar L. Mazers? I gave you a concession before because my daughter wanted it. If it hadn't been for that, I'd have sunk into the bottom of the permafrost.'

Saying, the wind starts to roll around the perimeter of the pack.

It was a wind with enough cold air to cause pain to the skin, surrounding only the circumference of the pack, which gradually spread throughout the hall, exposing all the humans in the row to its full cold air. Nature, as chaos begins to fill the venue,

"- Would you calm down, Grand Spirit?"

A squeaky voice emits from the altar toward the pack, which is the cause of the matter.

The Lord of the Voice is Microtoff. As the agitation spread not less than in the face of the Sage Society, he lit his eyes with an intelligent glow, standing unaltered by only one person in the central seat,

"To so much power, a dense mana to hold. I'll take a look at you with the famous Great Spirit."

"What. Some young men are a little polite."

"Hmm. We have a valuable experience of being treated like a young man at this age."

Microtoff smiles small and responds to a pack of tricks that lift a single eyebrow. You cared about the attitude of such an old man, Pac nodded without breaking his dignified attitude,

"I'm afraid you guys know more about what I am than I do. I'm just a spirit who's been around for a long time. I don't know what you called me. You're on your own. '

"Well, that makes sense."

Microtoff nods as he strokes his beard at the puck's answer, then the old man turns his gaze toward Roswar, who was keeping his silence. Roswar, who had received that gaze and had shut his mouth since he was deactivated of his own magic, shrugged his shoulders,

"It goes back to meeting Emilia earlier. I met her far east of the King's Capital of Lugnica - the Great Forest of Elior. It was commonly known as the Ice Forest."

"Elior Great Forest......!

Multiple surprises overlap the place names Roswar has spoken of.

Roswar just let him snort that surprise was exactly what he assumed,

"Sooo, Eliole Great Forest. An ice frozen junction that was suddenly covered in ice about a hundred years ago and supposedly refused to leave or enter. And eroding permafrost"

"Surely it was supposed to be the land where the freezing wind froze its surroundings over time, expanding its frozen soil range year after year."

"The frozen earth, the plants, the atmosphere, the creatures - that's - well, it's the white end. Everything is forever invited, and you can't go back to sleep forever."

clapping his hand, Rosewire showed Emilia with an open hand, a pack,

"In the depths of that icy forest, the two of them lived secluded."

"In other words, the permanent frozen soil of the Elior Great Forest..."

"That's why I did it. Well, I was just trying to live well. '

That's how Puck answers Microtoff, who can't hide his amazement, in an unwieldy way.

It was a difficult story to imagine for Subaru, who has no ties to the land of Imaichi, but it is definitely quite a big story to see the reaction around him.

Momentum that has already been left behind where, such as the fact that Subaru was rambling.

to the answer of that pack. Microtoff dwarfed with a difficult face,

"Hmm. It's powerful enough to make the Great Forest of Elior that it won't pull off compared to any spirits left in the gaga."

'That's all horrible, isn't it?

What happened to its insides while throwing words close to praise? Microtoff meditated on the pack I prepended around it and let it be worded.

Then he looked down at Roswar as he dwelt his convincing emotions in those narrowed eyes,

"Hmm, I see. Approximately understood. What was the reason you made contact with the two of you who lived in the depths of that Elior Great Forest?

"Part of the investigation, right? The Elior Great Forest was also close to my territory, so it could be affected by lyophilization within a few years. Preliminary investigation before that happens."

I failed about twice, but Rosewire stood two fingers and laughed bitterly at my failure. Then tighten your expression tightly,

"I went through the woods on my third challenge, and I met you two there. I was attacked without question at first... hey, I was in a hurry"

"It's been a long time since we've been out of the woods. Just a little bit, the welcome may have gone too strong '

Looking back at that time in a cheerful way with each other, but everyone in the hall can't laugh at it.

That is, because the battle that would have made the earlier magic battle laugh off with the children was nothing more than exchanged between the two of them in doing so.

"It was frightening to welcome the changing terrain of the forest, but it was after that that that I was more frightened than that. Because the transcendental spirits who attacked me relentlessly, heard the words of only one girl and speared."

Saying that the terrain was about to change, and so on, Rosewar pointed at Emilia with his hand with a strange look.

Still, keeping silence, she leaned slightly down, listening to Roswar or not, the glow of her purple blue eyes as vague and clueless.

Subaru remembered a faint discomfort with that attitude, but naturally no time is available to pursue it. Puck turned himself around to take over Roswar's words,

"It's the plea of a lovely daughter who's a contractor. Whatever you put down, whatever you hear. On the contrary, I only obey Leah except by my will '

Word out, then the pack takes the word 'so' and looks over the hall. Among those who shrink like they were shot in the sight of their black eyes, Pack's gaze is finally fixed towards Bordeaux. do it, and the pack makes a grin that sounds like such a pseudo would suit,

"I hope you thank Leah that you unpleasant gentlemen will not be ice-soaked on this occasion. If this kid hadn't pulled me off earlier, this would be between the ice statues by now. '

Words spinning pale accompany a bottom-cold cold air, plugging something cold into the hearts and boldness of everyone in the hall.

The fact that his words are never true has already been proven in the offense against Roswar. The fact that everyone in this room is held to life by the One Spirit - someone can hear a breathtaking noise somewhat louder.

Because it was in there.

"- Ho, ho, ho."

And the look of Microtoff, who leaks his voice small and laughs, was too out of place.

Puck turns a quiet eye on him laughing and focuses his gaze with that cold air on the old body. but Microtoff looked back at it head-on,

"I see, that's a shrinking thought. - Let's just say it's an interesting hobby for that Roswar."

While receiving an absolute zero-degree gaze, Microtoff's spare attitude does not collapse. On top of that, I don't know what that means, but the look on Roswar's face when I hear it changes.

I turned away from the serious look I had just had, with a face that regained its usual cloudiness.

"Oh, my God, what the hell?

"I'd say that was a pretty well done script. There is no word in the Great Spirit's performance, but have you been feeling a little too well?"

Roswar slaps his forehead on Microtoff's rating to leave his bewildered surroundings behind. Watching the two of them interact like that, the floating pack teases the long tail lifted by hand.

'Look, Roswar. I thought you said it wasn't good to overdo it. Anyway, in your case, the usual characters are known to everyone, so even if you're going to act, you have to do better.'

"My ears hurt - that's right. Oh, how confident I was that I'd get scratched, already."

Roswar inflates his cheeks to express his dissatisfaction. That the pack flushed with exhalation, and Microtoff meditated as tired and silently responded.

Only those three waited for a convincing posture, the last bald-headed old man to get a glimpse from the pack - Bordeaux. He wrinkled and carved a palpable perplexity on its strong side,

"Wait, Lord Microtov. What the hell are you talking about?

"Phew, if you want to sum it up in a nutshell, it's a simple story - now is the form of Emilia-like camp speech. Until then, the candidates were very different from each other."

When Microtoff closes one eye and asks Roswar to give his consent, Roswar also stretches out his tail to surrender his hands and admits, "Uh," he said.

Bordeaux seemed inconsistent with the answer, but Subaru, who had heard it beside him, gets to the answer. At the same time, my intestines were seriously boiling over and over at the poor bottom of the blue long hair standing in front of me.

I mean, Roswar is in the current exchange,

"Lord Roswar, the leading magician of the kingdom. The Great Spirit with more power to cross than equal to that him. By showing her a diagram called Emilia who could follow it, she showed everyone on this scene that she had more than that. - If you try to sort out the muscles, are you sure this is the place?

Convincing emotions finally spread into the hall in such a way as to Microtoff's words, which I will try to explain cordially from one to ten. That's how everyone was convinced that there was some kind of interaction so far, and what followed was not Roswar's admiration of adultery - but a lot of angry sentiment about that heart-wrenching behavior.

Burning down two of these Subaru's chests is also close to that emotion.

"Now that's acting... acting!? If so, this whole act is a set farce! Roswar, you know what this is all about!?

Reddening his face to passion, among other things, is Bordeaux, who is closest to the most disgraced position on this occasion. The old man turns bright red on his face even as he floats blue muscles on his forehead, obviously stuffing Roswar with momentum that seems to spit on him as he overloads his heart.

but what stopped the momentum was the pack that emerged right in front of Bordeaux's face. Bordeaux sees a hairball appear in front of him, and when he realizes that it is the source of the cold air ahead, he immediately closes his mouth and lets it open and close silently so that he can say what to say.

Puck laughed petulantly as he looked down at Bordeaux's reaction like that,

'Yeah, yeah, it's natural to be angry. I apologize, I apologize. Forgive me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - But everything I just said is true.'

A pack that whispers an apology, but honks Bordeaux's heart with a word to add. The kitten twirls around to the side while increasing the altitude of the floating,

"That big forest is my garden, and it's true that my opponent has a heavy load in Roswar. It's only because of Leah's favor that I don't do anything like this, and because of her kindness that I don't do anything to you who speak ill of Leah."

Slowly make words to include, then at the end the pack smiles lovingly, 'I hope you don't misunderstand,' foreshadowed.

"- It's Emilia's warmth that you're not freezing right now. Don't forget that. '

Leftovers, the figure of the pack loses its contour on the sieve, becomes a particle of light and disappears.

The green lighted particles drift through the universe sparkling, and it slowly went towards Emilia. He went straight to her nostalgia, and after the moment, he was disappearing from his sight.

Perhaps the cost of the pack's dependency in Emilia's nostalgia - went back to the green crystal stone.

As soon as the pack returns, Emilia's head shakes faintly, then the light returns to her sight. Apparently, the reason I was lost was the effect of the manifestation of the pack today.

She blinked several times, letting only her gaze swirl around to make sure she was surrounded,

"Roswar, what's the situation?

"It's generally good. Truth be told, it was ideal to pull to the end with the Great Spirit... but it seemed difficult to deceive Master Microtov to the end"

With Roswar's answer, Emilia only responds small "yes". Capture Subaru, whose gaze, looking straight through the hall, was just the shape of standing behind her.

The glow of the amethyst stares at Subaru, creating nothing but emotion there and shaking it in shaking. Subaru made up his words, but was fascinated by the brilliance without knowing what to say, and missed the opportunity to have a conversation as a result.

Svalbard left behind. Keep it up. Emilia comes forward and turns back to the Sage Society,

"First of all, I apologize for my disrespect for acting deceitfully, Sage Society ladies and gentlemen"

"No, what I can spot is this fallout. A little bit, it's just that the old bones waved barbaric courage to give the warmth of the Great Spirit. Besides, it involves the election of a king... you have to sue yourself with all the help you can use."

Microtoff nods at Emilia's apology for breaking her hip indicating the size of the vessel. Emilia loosened her lips like some relief to the answer, but stabbing water there is another old man who has been in the eyes all the while not funny since earlier.

"A usable handset...? All I can say is that the end of it is now blackmail, but it's just half a demon."

"Blackmail is poorly heard. I showed you as much power as you could have.

"Can you say that's anything but a demonstration? Did you hear what the spirits said earlier? That's what the Spirit said, 'If it doesn't go with your will, make it ice pickled'. How is that statement different from the threats of the usurpers who sent the country to us when the heavy towns of the country gathered?"

In retrospect of Roswar, Bordeaux's nose is rough and he speaks evil. but as a result, Bordeaux's words make sense and cannot be denied or cut off.

I could serve the purpose of showing my strength. But on the other hand, it is nothing more than the result of letting others know that force can be used as one card.

That's more information that could be a disadvantageous starting point for Emilia in her attempt to be on the starting line of the king's race than it could be judged helpless, harmless.

In response to such an unfavourable situation, Emilia looked up at Bordeaux back on the stage and opened her mouth,

- Yes, I'm blackmailing you.

Clearly, I let the evil push directed affirm it from the front to the reverse.

Bordeaux, who breathes and ceases to carry on two sentences. With such an old man looking up, Emilia did not let the sparkle of her eyes shake either.

"Again, I name you all Honorable Sage Society. My name is Emilia. A silver-haired half-elf who can spend a long time in the world of permafrost in the Elior Great Forest and follow the Great Spirit Pack that directs the mana of fire. Look at me, this is what the settlement people near the woods call it."

Emilia spins her words as she sings with a ringing voice.

In front of a listening audience, standing alone on stage, she cuts words once, then meditates for just a few seconds to cut something off.

"Living in a frozen forest," said the "Ice Witch" "

Witch, the air in the hall changes slightly the moment the word comes out.

The worst disaster in the world, its features intact, everyone was aware of it in her looks, but dared to pursue it.

No one can answer her. Bordeaux, who merely speaks of the good things of prestige, as well as the history of other sage societies. Except for one, I have to say, it's different from the way you make that gall power. Microtoff.

"Show strength and make demands. You're like a witch. - So, what does the Ice Witch House intend to blackmail us about?"

"There's only one thing I want. - Just be fair."

"… Fair"

To Emilia, who answers the question quietly, Microtov repeats the request in his mouth. Emilia expressed her overwhelming understanding of "yes," and her grunt,

"Being a half elf and having the same traits as a witch whose appearance is abominable cannot change everything. The same thing is seen in the eyes of prejudice by everyone for that reason. But I categorically refuse to let all the eyes of the possibilities be picked."

"I mean, Master Emilia. Do you want this king to be treated equally as a single candidate?"

"Being fair is terribly valuable in my lifetime. Seeking more than that on this occasion is nothing more than an insult to fairness that I regard as honorable"

How many memories have been exposed to malice in the days she has spent.

There must have been an unwarranted curse, like Bordeaux, and persecution just on the point of being a half-elf.

So she just wants to be treated with a fair eye on this occasion.

Looking back. Silver hair flows as it moves, and blue moon color glitters run in the hall. As everyone was mesmerized by its brilliance, Emilia raised her voice to

"So there's only one thing I ask of you, that you treat me fairly. We will never take the throne by shielding the covenant Spirit without fairness."

Emilia can choose that choice if she wants to.

But such an option would take away from the edge, and I dare to hope for a situation that might be detrimental to what I intended.

Because

"I am just immature enough compared to other candidates. It's all I don't know, and what I have to learn is like a mountain. Still, I know what I should be aiming for, so I don't want to lack the effort."

Subaru has seen her encourage study at the Mansion and take her seriously into all things.

So only Subaru knows the truth of her words better than anyone else on this occasion.

I can't hide the tremor. Even though Subaru was thirsty, he was desperate to be aware of the incredible situation in which his eyes were starting to moisten and not let his pitiful groans leak.

"I don't know if my efforts are worthy of the throne. But the feeling of keeping trying to be that way is real. Only that thought won't beat any other candidate"

So, and she took the word, and looked straight up at Bordeaux on the stage,

"With fair eyes, look at me. No family name, just Emilia. It's not" Ice Witch, "it's not a half-elf with silver hair. Look at me."

The last grunt was accompanied by a begging sounding.

But the strength of will put in there never wavers the strength of feelings.

Emilia wants it for herself, too, given to other candidates for granted.

That you will be given the opportunity to run out of there to stand at the same starting point.

Often, silence surrounded the hall.

I'm not incapable of producing words. Everyone is waiting for the answer to Emilia's inquiry.

Eventually, Bordeaux, who had received attention from all, spilled a long, long exhale,

"My opinion never changes. Reminds me of" The Witch of Jealousy, "and I'm sure that that appearance will have a negative effect on the people. We're still at a disadvantage when it comes to the king's race."

With a low voice, I disagree head-on with Emilia's claims so far. Emilia's purple blue eyes faintly shade the answer.

"But..."

but

"It is an area where no one is allowed to interfere in people's hearts. Therefore, we can't do anything about what they think. Still, let's apologize for my disrespect earlier. - No, I apologize for the disrespect, Emilia."

Take a seat, break your knees on the spot, and take the most salute to show respect and show Bordeaux.

Surprise diffuses in the act. In it he raised his face,

"You could have ice pickled me unintentionally. Nonetheless, he sought fairness without doing so. - It's a noble deed."

Subaru is convinced that his expression, which he speaks so with a calm face, is intelligent and still the heavy town of the country where this old man is considered a sage society.

Shade is lost from Emilia's expression, and the joy recognized as nature brightens her expression. Lips arc and smile like flowers bloom.

Subaru, who could only witness it from the diagonal side, saw Bordeaux breathtaking, who was to relate to that smile from the front, and insisted, "Gadem stubborn jizzy!," he said, raising his middle finger. That inner curse would not have arrived, but Bordeaux coughed to delude his stiffness,

"Yes, in any case, it is difficult to seek fairness in the true sense. We know that the path of misery will continue. Still, do they want the throne?"

"I know from the beginning that it's not a flat road. Still, I will always sit on the throne. Because there's a reason I have to."

In response to Bordeaux's words of readiness, Emilia no longer responded with an unmistakable voice.

Upon hearing the answer Bordeaux nodded satisfactorily and went back to his seat, clapping his hands all the time when he deposited everything with the microtoff who was turning his gaze. Take it, Microtoff nods yeah yeah while combing his long beard,

"It's a little turbulent, but it's more than enough. Neither Emilia nor the Rosewar Border Uncle have ever left a story behind."

"Yes."

"Wow, in most cases, I really haven't talked enough yet, but in this case..."

"Well, thank you"

Emilia answered briefly. On the other hand, Marcos blocked and forced an end to Roswar's words, which were still screwed up, at an exquisite time.

Emilia taps lightly on her long back pointing her lips in dissatisfaction, and both try to return to the line of candidates.

But that was not put down by the inquirer.

"And what is your position, Mitsuhito?

The moment Emilia and the others tried to step out to get back in line, the inquiry was emanating from Microtov's mouth.

The old man lifted one eyebrow and lodged a mean glow in his eyes, pointing his gaze towards his lord Jen - that is, Subaru, who was not located in the phrase that had come forward.

"Ugh."

I want you to think that I can't help but accidentally leak that groan.

Anyway, despite being driven by passion and jumping forward, the audience role was Subaru, who was just grasping on stage without being able to keep up with subsequent exchanges.

Everywhere I said, "Yes!" or "Oh!" or "EMM!" or sneaking in a pair of hands, but it's no different from air in a way that doesn't affect a lot of people.

Even though I would have preferred an expansion that would have flown with the air if possible and disappeared from my sight, I was dutifully spotlighted again by the curiosity of the old man.

And apparently,

"Keep going like Uncle Roswell thought."

I know you're going to sneak up on me, but somehow I could clearly hear Microtoff spilling like that in Subaru right now.

In other words, the revenge of the play just now came to Subaru. It was a good place, but what a distressing thing to think my shortcomings had caused.

"Oh, uh, well, this kid is, uh, my..."

Looking back, let Emilia, who circled in front of this one, gesture to hide Subaru from the sight of the wise man.

Warm up, where did Rin's attitude go earlier, and there was a girl back there named Emilia, who I know so well about Subaru that I see on a daily basis.

What a difficult relief to say about that, Subaru's cheeks loose at an unreadable time of the air. And only then did Emilia have Subaru's face sidelined or something, too.

"It's not. Yeah, this guy... hey, why are you so grumpy? That's not the case. Be a good girl."

"Shichan, you don't listen to me right now..."

When I pick up Emilia's verbal butt that puts Subaru in, Emilia turns her disgruntled eyes to this one. Such a blameful gaze is even attractive, and Subaru touches her shoulder when she spills a small grin.

"Fine, Emilia Tan. - I have no excuse either."

"Excuses and such occasions... Subaru, what are you going to do? Hey, hey."

With the calling voice behind his back, Subaru steps forward slowly.

And he chewed his teeth, tempered and raised his face as he stepped majestically into the place where the candidates had stood so far and singled out the gaze of the Society of Wise Men standing on the stage.

"Nice to meet you, Sage Society, in a good mood. We apologize for the inconvenience!

Drop your hips, put your right hand on your back, put your left hand on your palm and forward, following the archaic courtesy. It is a different world specification of the ancient Japanese courtesy "refrain".

He often creates silence and confirms that no attention will come from anyone, then Subaru is convinced of the establishment of the first contact and moves his hands and feet in a flowing motion.

Pose magnificently by widening your foot stance, tilting your hips angle, your left hand on your tilted hips, and your right hand pointing high to the ceiling.

And

"My name is Natsuki Subaru! Make him the youngest son of the Roswar Mansion, the king's candidate here - one of Emilia's knights!

shouting, then lowered his right hand he was putting up, squealing his fingers, glowing his teeth and deciding to wink,

"Go ahead, get to know me, how are you?"

To make it clear where you stand, the battle of the misplaced Subaru begins.

The air crosses the earlier time of the emergence of the pack, feeling it cool down rapidly.