Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

Chapter III.21: The Price of Shallow Care and the Will of the Old Man

The shock through Subaru, which saw the person taken, or among all the shocks suffered between the thrones, could have pulled out the group.

I want to help Emilia. I've made it to the center with all my heart and exposed myself to ugliness on it.

Instead of helping her, she dragged her legs, and at the end of the sentence, Emilia looked at her with disappointment.

All of them caused unbearable pain against Subaru. However, Subaru did not admit to them that there were all of them, that there were no such things as themselves.

There is no falsehood in the fact that my statement was sincere, other than the full affirmation of Julius' statement, solidified in the honor of knight. There was only a lack of cohesion in the emotional theory, but I don't think everything I said was a mistake.

In a tangible way, dissatisfaction with what you didn't understand even after exhausting your words remained largely left inside Subaru.

Still, I pulled myself away because I knew there was no point in exposing my chest any further than that on that spot.

There was no such thing as a say in Subaru on that occasion, and whatever it was to be a pear debris was visible. It was supposed to be a person named Natsuki Subaru who would let me through even in that state, but the reality is that even my heart was broken just to do so.

But...

"Hey, hey..."

On the other hand, the way Grandpa Rom was being held in front of him contained just the meaning of disputing all of Subaru's own arrogance.

The knight referred to the giant old man and called him a suspicious man who tried to sneak into the royal castle. There can be no reason to sneak into the royal castle on Grandpa Rom, who was looking to find Reinhardt's mansion and take Felt out in the aristocratic district.

If it was only he who came to the aristocracy.

"No way, take me..."

I couldn't put a decisive word into it that you came after me.

But such questions, born in the chest, are close to certainty, even without answers.

Well, it was too shallow. Subaru should have known how popular his old man was and how unmatched his character was in the rugged environment of the backtown.

That's why I also let him help me break into the aristocratic city with a mouthful of hands, and I used the goodwill of the old man to separate us from each other with regard to subsequent solo actions.

When it comes to the risks that follow, it's all the end of what you do. Assuming anything happened, Subaru was treading that he could at least do something about it if he was alone. Even if, at worst, he gave Roswar's name and caused him unusual trouble, he only had the lowest coverage when he could pick up his life.

But Grandpa Rom, who broke up without any explanation, can't possibly know about such a shallow retention of Subaru.

Even abandoning him would have done it. He must have had an important purpose for his loved ones. So even after we broke up, I just figured that somehow I'd cut it off about Subaru and other priority issues and move for my own purposes.

The result of failing to take into account the feelings of others is the sight in front of us now.

It is not hard to imagine that he has regretted that he has led Subaru towards a reckless intrusion and that Grandpa Rom has thus boarded himself up to the Royal Castle. Rather, it was a story that seemed easy to imagine given the character of this old man.

"Rom......"

――――

Like, Subaru's lips were about to move to call the name.

but nothing else stopped the move. It was Grandpa Rom who, while being taken, noticed the appearance of Subaru protected by a knight at the edge of the hallway.

When he realized Subaru was on the spot, after a slight surprise in his grey eyes, he lodged his eyes with a palliative color that would clearly only be transmitted to Subaru.

And he put his index finger on his lip and instructed him to "shut up" so that he could only look like Subaru trying to call his name.

The instructions were clear.

Grandpa Rom caught breaking and entering the castle. Subaru's position becomes worse when he mouths himself where he is such a suspicious person and the fact that he is an acquaintance. - Seeing Subaru's current position, he decided so in an instant.

"I was caught because of the snooze. It's not about you being sick."

Even though it wasn't made into words, I felt the inner voice of Grandpa Rom, who shook his head quietly, arrived directly at Subaru with a gesture to put his finger on his lips.

As a result of such a confusion, Subaru loses sight of the timing of speaking to a passing group. With the knight under a tight siege, Grandpa Rom disappears across the aisle.

Will I be dragged out into the hall and impeached as it is? If that happens, who the hell knows what's going on? Who's gonna defend him?

And more importantly,

"Why didn't I say anything now...?

If it wasn't actually put out in your mouth and stopped, even the words that passed behind your brain afterwards just took shape Subaru's delusions.

Maybe Grandpa Rom was asking for help, and even if he hadn't, there was a reason Subaru had to act to do so.

Because it was Svalbard, who made him feel like he was going to break into a place like this, and it was nothing else that got him involved.

"- Wait!

It took me a while to stomp, but somehow Subaru's throat screamed at me like that.

The legs of a group of people about to disappear across the aisle stop, and I'm surprised to see this one. I could have stopped it. It was at its worst, but it was avoided falling below its minimum. The next question is, what are we going to do from here?

"What's wrong?

"Hey, what can I do for my current grandfather..."

Depending on the caring voice of the knight who was accompanying him, Subaru walks over to the group - Grandpa Rom, who will be detained.

The group seems to be dying to decide what to do with the approaching Subaru, but when the knight accompanying Subaru tells them that he is "a candidate's associate," they simultaneously correct their posture and pay tribute to Subaru.

Though I feel burdened with that, I'm just going to go ahead and be thankful for it now. Right on the side, we reached Grandpa Rom,

"- Eh."

Reaching close to the position it would reach, Subaru lost sight of the words as to what to say.

It's the usual thing to hit it, but in this case it's not easy. Words to Grandpa Rom, who was blamed for trespassing on the royal castle, are nothing more than a confession of Subaru's trespass, if you are mistaken.

Therefore, I needed to be cautious - once again, no plan.

I think Subaru was a person who lived on the spot, besides his thoughts, in his own state, where he could only hold hands in front of the old man he knew. I took it personally that I was quite the calmly deposited type to think and act after, but given the course and consequences of today's various actions, it's a joke as to which side I can lower and say it.

Even now, I can't think of any shards of what a voice I should speak to.

"- Lord Subaru?

A voice that shakes her lips and surprises Subaru for not being able to spin anything.

Nature, the gaze of seeing the surrounding knights Subaru begins to become harsh. I felt the heightened vigilance irritate my skin, and Subaru moved his head to say something,

"Well, nobles and I have a lot of bad taste! I can't imagine the same bloody creature walking around and laughing at the stupidity of an old man caught!

Such Subaru's agony was cancelled by a shout that sounded from the end of the aisle to the end.

It was Grandpa Rom, whoever it was, who spurned and said so with a bad tone and face of gala. He twisted himself as he remained in captivity and looked up at Subaru's face from directly below, behaving badly.

"If it's any good in this way, you should really look at it. I don't have any connection to a young man like you, a face painted with dirt from a ghetto!

Suddenly, suddenly, anyway, the shock completely stopped my thinking.

Subaru can point that spear at Grandpa Rom, who shouts a curse he can't hear. The knights around them were also often stiff, but after a few seconds they returned to sanity,

"- Watch your mouth!

"Guh!"

Fist sanctions are waved down on criminals who hear disrespectful mouths from Subaru, a dignitary.

There is no way to prevent it from being shackled and sealed by an old man who can seal his movements. They wield their fists without the art of exchange, and they pay the price for statements they cannot make in their current capacity.

excessive sanctions to be imposed in front of him, without being able to hide his surprise from it, but he had to stop anyway. Subaru reached out and

"Wait, we need to get that far..."

"It's not a gentle thing, young man. Hey, what's up, knights? It's not your favorite owner's order, why don't you shake your tail and ask... Gu"

"You still say, you wanderer!

But Subaru's words of restraint are again blocked by Grandpa Rom's curse. Sanctions hit Grandpa Rom more harshly for overriding the curse.

And the question is pushed to the back of his brain, and he's about to come out of his mouth. but I pressed Subaru's words on the brink because I perceived intent in Grandpa Rom's sensible eyes, who were assaulted but didn't even distract me from Subaru's eyes.

- Grandpa Rom was still trying to shelter Subaru on this occasion.

Defending Grandpa Rom, caught in the current offense of trespassing, could be a cut-off in creating a reason for Subaru to be explored for his painful belly as it stands.

I am aware that it would be an inconvenient position if questioned, and I am familiar with that as well as Grandpa Rom. That's why Grandpa Rom is beating on more evil than he needs to, playing unfaithful, and trying to erase the contact between himself and Subaru.

The feeling of hatred covered my chest. If it was as a result of Subaru's reckless actions that drove Grandpa Rom into this predicament, then the current situation that made Grandpa Rom choose to make a tough decision was also a matter of Subaru's unthinking.

Grandpa Rom bears that butt wipe of Subaru's actions.

Lord Subaru, this place is over.

"Oh... no..."

Touch Svalbard's shoulder as he stands, and the knight speaks out caring for this one.

He must have been made to curse and mistaken for what Subaru was shaking in shock. Subaru returns an ambiguous response to that voice, then looks back into Grandpa Rom's eyes.

- I'm coming from here somehow.

With that in mind. I don't have to come up with anything specific, but still, the sense of duty pushes me because I have to.

But Grandpa Rom's answer to Subaru's will was his refusal to shake his head silently beside him.

- It's an extra favor, young man.

A small, faint grunt seemed to be a continuation of an earlier curse, which did not make the knights feel suspicious in context. but only to Subaru was it clear that, in the words Grandpa Rom uttered on this occasion, Yuichi found them to be true without deception.

Then he was distracted, and Subaru swallowed the word he was about to say to understand the end of the story.

Rejecting the hand he was about to reach out to, Subaru was in the mood of being denied himself again. Same as in the hall. Only agitation pushes Subaru's back when something has to be done - and yet the key opponent doesn't need it.

Grandpa Rom waves himself in front of the silent Subaru, urging the knights who stop to "Enough is enough" to move on.

The knights turned their eyes toward Subaru, but when they saw Subaru at the time leaning over unspeakably, they called out, "Excuse me," and resumed their march.

As it is, Grandpa Rom will be taken.

Rounding the giant's large body small, hurting and turning away his bloody face, Grandpa Rom is pulled away from the front of Subaru, who barely passes his last chance.

"Lord Subaru, let's go. The captain will decide the rest."

A quiet, but uninterrupted, knight's voice is heard.

I suppose he thinks the reason Subaru is silent is due to an unspeakable curse from Grandpa Rom. That was grasping one end of the facts, but not at all in the essential sense. But explaining it would water Grandpa Rom's mind.

- That's only an excuse.

Consider Grandpa Rom? If we leave it like this, waiting for Grandpa Rom is a pickpocket and impeachment by the Knights of the Hall - on top of that, we don't know what punishment will be imposed.

If Subaru had at least mentioned Grandpa Rom's sins on this occasion, he would have been able to divert at least his position as a king's electorate official.

"Did you just wind up, or..."

If I hadn't ridden Grandpa Rom's thoughts, I'm pretty sure there would have been suspicion in Subaru, which has gone awry. If I had been good enough at the art of speaking to lead Grandpa Rom to liberation in the ensuing plea, I would not have had to run into extreme stories, the kind of eyes that exit the hall.

Even that was just an excuse.

"I..."

Again, they didn't need it.

Rejected by Emilia, rejected also by Grandpa Rom, the hand stretched out lost sight of where he was going,

"How could I be here..."

What will happen to Grandpa Rom when he is taken away?

Shake his head aside, Subaru shakes off his nasty imagination. I was piling up excuses to comfort myself, thinking of the face of Faceko in the hall, which would be at least a better situation than Subaru making a scene on this occasion.

There are three people there who know Grandpa Rom's face. Those are also candidates who are all the protagonists of the King's race. For one of them, Subaru knows how important a person is named Grandpa Rom. So, like bad, I'm sure it won't.

I'm sure it won't. Doesn't, so.

"What am I for... I am"

The blur spreads between the thrones, and one old man emerges from beyond the pushed door. Leading the shackled old man was Marcos, the Knight Commander, who was once taken outside.

It was minutes before one knight came in to call Marcos, the commander of the regiment, during the king's race.

Marcos looked difficult on the grounds that he was in front of the sages against his men who offered to ask for instructions, but left the room with a rejection in front of his men's haste.

And to stop the proceedings and make them wait five minutes - the situation was now being created.

"Hmm, who's your Mitsuhito?

With the old man Marcos can take with him, the microtoff on the stage casts a voice of doubt. It was a proxy for the feelings of everyone who was on this occasion, and they were all unable to measure the intentions of Marcos, who brought the person.

With such a bewildering and cluttered gaze all around him, Marcos offered a compliment,

"I'm sorry to disturb you. This man is like the unsuccessful man who tried to break into the royal castle."

"How did you bring such a person to this occasion? irrelevant...... no it would be out of place"

It's tough old man not to hide his unpleasant look in Marcos' description - Bordeaux. The other faces on this scene seem to agree roughly, and everyone clouds the look without being able to read the sincerity of Marcos' actions.

In the meantime, even if Marcos' intentions were not known, there were three people who had different expressions, different surprises than the people around them.

One is an arrogant girl.

The girl who realizes that she looks familiar in the old man's face, but does not even tell her squire the fact that the old man and himself are acquaintances, staring at the situation on the spot with a grievous distortion of the edge of her mouth.

If Subaru had come to this occasion, her trends might have changed again. but now that the only person who knows the contact between her and the old man is out of the room, there's still not enough reason on this occasion to move her mind.

One is a diligent girl.

Once, the girl who took the time to remember quickly turned her gaze in a different direction when she noticed the old man's last name - running toward one candidate. Because to her knowledge, there should have been a relationship between the person and the candidate that could not be cut off.

Upon hearing that she had attempted to break into the castle, she soon realized that the candidate had something to do with the sentiments of the old man. Tremble your lips to wonder how you should behave on it.

If anything happens, raise your awareness so that you can make an immediate move.

And the girl who received the most unmatched acclaim for this occasion.

"- Grandpa Rom?

She opened her eyes, shaking her golden hair, and the girl looked at the old man, shaking her eyes in surprise.

There was an unexpected joy, an incomprehensible consternation, a crossing without all sorts of emotions, and a swirl of unspoken things.

Her voice, calling out the old man's name, was whined only in her mouth, but not many of them overheard it.

"- Dear Felt, do you know this old man?

Marcos, cut out with a mouthful that stinks of certainty, was one of them.

to his inquiry. Felt shut his mouth once, then exited majestically forward,

"It's white, you. After I found out about it, I guess I brought you all this way."

"... I didn't pepper you, because this old man had your name in his mouth. I apologize for trying."

"It's called Kurumara. But I'm just kidding."

To Marcos, who bows his head unchanged, Felt throws up without hiding his frustration. Then she sees Grandpa Rom in custody,

"We've met in a weird place, Grandpa Rom."

The way of mouth was, as always, lotus leaves, but the love of affection put into it would have been felt by everyone on the spot. This is the first time a girl in this hall has ever spoken so intimately.

Take it, an old man in custody looks up. For both of us, it's actually a reunion in the air for more than ten days. Come on, there's got to be a feeling of grandeur there face to face.

But...

"Hey, Grandpa Rom, what happened to that side?

The girl's face changes slightly when she sees the face of an old man who was beaten and lifted his bloodstained face. It is Marcos holding the chains that lead to Grandpa Rom's shackles that sharpen her winning eyes to anger.

under that angry gaze, but Marcos left his expression unchanged,

"It would be the result of joining up with the soldiers who stopped you when you tried to break into the castle. My men have only done their duty, and there are no reprehensible sardines."

"Ha, don't say anything splendid, Lord Knights. Isn't excusing me before I say something to you from Atashi proof that you think I'm a jerk?

"Laugh at this cautious self as my men could have received useless accusations. And if you're going to slander me, I want you to leave me alone."

It should be said that the number of places is different from the actors, or Marcos is unwavering at the provoking felt. to that attitude. Did Felt realize that any more arguments were futile, when he shelved his indignation with one sigh,

"Enough, okay. Anyway, let Grandpa Rom go. You didn't steal anything, you didn't kill anyone."

The story starts with that, and he waves, and Felt orders Marcos to do so.

Anyway, I want to exchange words with Grandpa Rom and get things sorted out. Felt's words contained such intentions. But Marcos' answer to that is:

"- Unfortunately, I can't comply"

It was a low, stiff voice, clearly a rejection of that order.

"- Ah?"

Felt's expression sticks to the answer, and a blue muscle floats around his forehead. It is only a matter of time before red eyes are coloured by surprise and anger emotions shortly afterwards, flaming and erupting from trembling lips.

Marcos can't even move in the sight of such a girl's anger. Before Felt raised his anger at that stubborn posture, a red-haired young man, who was holding back in the knights' line, stepped forward,

"Captain, I was wondering if that was a little short of words..."

"Reinhardt, you shut up. I know you have something to say to me against the will of the Lord, who has ordained that I give my sword. But that's the first time that your Lord and your eyed opponent are willing to receive a sword."

――――

Reinhardt's advice, as it were, is, however, also shot down by Marcos' words. Marcos' argument, the captain of the regiment, is a true argument, and Reinhardt can't make a dark plea either, just shut up and ask about Felt's condition.

Not to be disappointed with Reinhardt, who gets rounded up that way, but there is no current interaction in Felt's eyes that strikes and trembles with anger.

Her anger was merely directed wholeheartedly at Marcos, and there was an intense color of anger there, not only as she interacted with herself now, but as she boiled together the various depressions that were during the extra bend until she was brought to this occasion.

"I'll tell you what, Grandpa Rom, let go. That's what I'm talking about."

"I refuse"

Felt quietly makes the words, holding off the shackles and the anger that is about to erupt.

but Marcos, who responds concisely, is not even concerned about the shards in her temper.

Finally, the disturbing air began to spread throughout the hall, and the limits were approaching Felt's indulgence.

"- Knight Marcos, that's a little too disrespectful."

Interrupted in that antagonistic situation was an old man who was still the most powerful person on the scene to clean things up, spilling a breath that might be the few times today.

Microtoff behaved so hard against Felt, the king's candidate, that he had to even put disrespect into perspective,

"The person who attempted to break into the castle - the liberation of which is a little, although problematic as an order, be disrespectful to say even if you refuse. At least you have a duty to explain that impudence."

"My pleasure."

Until then, the stubborn attitude has turned, and Marcos follows Microtoff's instructions very closely. The speed of that transformation was adding a blow to Felt's eclampsia, but such her fierceness loses momentum with Marcos staring straight into its eyes.

If Felt's red eyes were only on the flames of anger, it would be the quietness of a clear lake surface that would not stand a single wave in Marcos' eyes.

Marcos, "with all due respect," prefaced the felt of a state of mind exactly like being showered with cold water.

"In the course of the proceedings of this king's race, Master Felt has been publicly declared unwilling to participate in the king's race himself. That renunciation means renouncing the right to order our Knights on this occasion as well"

With a good voice, Marcos speaks of his own reasons for not obeying her life.

Until then, when it comes to rampant arguments, it begins to get revenge here that so far Felt's attitude has not made a good impression on the faces of the civilians and knights gathered here, nor of the Sage Society. Naturally, a lot of things nodded in Marcos' valves, because he showed approval there.

"Captain, that's too polar. First, regardless of the lack of qualifications, Master Felt has the potential to hit the royal bloodline of this country…"

"Possibilities are about possibilities. Stop talking about idealism that doesn't seem like it. Unclear qualifications do not make sense here, and it is your intention to relinquish the reasons for the clear."

Not even listening to Reinhardt's words, Marcos glances over to see how Felt is, "Did you understand?"

Taking it, Felt, who had previously kept his silence, let him bow his face down, sliding his hand into his golden hair and scratching it abusively. As it were, she groaned in frustration, or "uh," to clear her depression,

"To sum it up briefly, it's a tricky story. - So you're not listening to what the king wants you to do?

"- I was wondering if that would be the right thing to do."

"Whoa, that's the first time you've made sense. Uh, I see. All right, all right. Uh, yes, yes. I see...... don't get annoyed, you"

Marcos, who affirmed the question, caught the eye of a cat with a narrow pupil of felt.

The wind of gaze, which conceived hostility close to killing, cannot, however, have as much effect on Marcos' expression as the breeze.

A warring warrior and a bad girl who just grew up in a slum. The lack of actors was also a severe confrontation, but Felt's is not as cute as frightening with it.

I see why. And I figured out the terms.

The frustration builds up acceleratively and is raging through the body in search of a place to explode.

It's not a bad idea to buy into selling words as they are and reveal the nose of the man in front of you.

The moment such briefness exploded and Felt tried to leave himself to momentum -,

"I don't care what you talk about! - Please help me!!

The screams of the old man, who had so far kept his silence, turned in sadness, echoed in the hall.

Neither Felt, who was spraying his anger at the cry, nor Marcos, who stood beside the screaming Teng himself, could react immediately to anyone else who was in the hall.

And the person didn't seem to care about such an ambient reaction.

"Felt, no! We came together in the Glades, in Cromwell! I don't know, but you're going to be able to do something about it now, right? Please help Noon!

On his knees on the carpeted floor, the old man pleads with a fragrant grin on his face. If not restrained, the momentum is likely to climb straight onto the girl's feet.

Felt, a servant in a bare gesture close to that ugly state, also loses his word and sees the transformation of an acquaintance in a cliché. Nature and the gaze around me also found disgust boiling over the look of a miserable old man.

"We've been through a lot, let's get along with Noon and you!? Who planted the art of living on a young man who didn't know anything? What do you mean," no "? That benefactor is in such sight, I don't know what to do!

Spit, put your sins on the shelf, and call for help quickly.

The only thing there that holds emotions like sympathy and pity is how merciful they are. A bunch of convenient remarks that can only be remembered by a regular person as disgusting.

In just a small amount of time, it can be said that the old man turned most of the humans in the place against his enemies.

Everyone had lost sight of words in such selfish behavior.

Just one of them, one person who made the words irrelevant to those emotions.

- This could be a bad idea.

Only the red-haired young man was tiny and throbbing at the sense of impatience that came up in his chest as he heard an unparalleled cry.