Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

"So, is there anything open, Knight Julius?"

In a dark room without sunshine, its low voice sounded slightly more heavily.

The location is the Knights' barracks adjacent to the Royal Castle. Away from major establishments such as the squad yard and the filling room, one room where the intensity of the smell of ink is more pronounced than the smell of iron - the deepest part of the building, the captain's office.

The number of conditioning items to be decorated is minimal, reflecting the temperament of the Lord of the room, which, contrary to its fierce appearance, accounts for a significant proportion of the shelves of books.

"No, nothing. Everything is as you reported it."

In the middle of the large room, on the desk for the clerk, it is the young man who stands upright in front of the desk and corrects his posture in response to queries while running a feather pen on the paperwork.

Carefully groomed with pale, blue purple hair, the sturdy stretches out the sleeves of a white outfit that does not find any remnants of one incident in the squad yard, gently ringing the pattern of the knight's sword on his hip.

"I have no objection to being turned down for serious behavior that is in the Kingsguard Knight. Please, I hope the captain does what he thinks."

Remove the sheath-by-sheath sword from his hips, and Julius offers it forward as he dedicates.

The middle-aged man, shown just trying to keep the knight's sword, sitting in his chair - Marcos, who does not break the look of the “ one eye on its neatness,

"of the king's election to lay down the throne of the kingdom, detaining those involved in the course of that discussion. Take him out to the practice field on top of that, beat him rarely and send him to the treatment center? If you look at the text alone, it's not something that can be done with a great deal of punishment."

Marcos shrugs his shoulders all the time with his men's mouth about the knightly scandal that also leaves him wanting the name of 'Best'.

- A simulated battle between Julius the Knight and Natsuki Subaru, Emilia's squire.

Aside from whether the actual content was in accordance with it, the approximate outline is also known to Marcos. The more briefly I spoke, the more I remained in the same state as the earlier words, and the less I could guess about any other factor, the less Marcos' blood as a knight '.

"There is room for discretion in the circumstances. So many more pleadings have come up from the other knights who were on the field defending your deeds."

"It's a waste"

"I'm watching where I need to see it, that's what I'm saying. I don't even see anything to deny about that area. but you just overdid it a little bit."

throwing a bunch of delivered pleadings on his desk, Marcos glanced at Julius with a gray eye as he slapped on its cover,

"To the crushing of the right wrist, rupture of all parts of the gut. Multiple fractured ribs, broken forehead over throat crushed, and a few missing front teeth on top of it - a tragedy you can't even see without a well-armed healing wizard. It is not an acceptable behavior for a respected squire."

Marcos came to the squad at the same time as the women of the candidates, only to see the last integration.

but minus that, the boy was full of creativity, and it was Marcos himself who instructed him to bring him to the treatment center where he lost consciousness and ordered Ferris to do his utmost.

If you look at the extent of the boy's injuries seen up close, you can easily tell whether that was at or above the level in line with the format of 'mock warfare'.

"Was it so unforgivable to denigrate the pride of the knight"

"Whatever you say, it's only personal. Everything is the exchange of our own immorality. Please, Captain, don't do more than that."

Julius, who blocks his own escape route and does not break his attitude of trying to be punished only.

What a choice of words to make for that stubborn attitude, let Marcos wander his gaze into the universe as slightly conceived.

And that's when.

"Yes, thank you for waiting. It's Ferri's return.

A chestnut maiden style entered the room with a mild attitude that did not read the atmosphere of the occasion for better or worse.

A beautiful girly figure with a bright white ribbon in her semi-long hair and even furry bright cat ears there - a visit from Ferris.

He entered the room in a cheerful manner, and when he saw Julius and Marcos staring at each other, he put his hand on his mouth and laughed at the demon,

"Was that that, Ferri, a little disturbing? I can't believe we're meeting so enthusiastically like that, can't you read the air?

"... don't give a shit, just report it. Masegaki."

"Oh, chief. The ground is out, yo?

Marcos, with his hands on his forehead and a grunt, looks bitter at Ferris' attention to it.

Ferris' too usual attitude drained him of poison, and his face poked his mouth out.

Seeing something sinister running on his robust rocky face, Ferris loosened his cheeks for fun,

"That's nice to have a bit of a rough feel to it, too, huh? I'm doing my best in public, so let's put ourselves out when we can remove the public mask."

"I should normally be a public figure thinking about what's in front of my men... oh, is it stupid once it's damaged? Well, report anyway."

When I wave my hands at you and urge you, Ferris finally obeys "yes". When he lined up next to upright Julius, unlike him, who turns his back, he pulled out his shoulder strength on the natural body,

"As ordered by the captain, Subaruki left the treatment in full swing. I bordered the bone and blocked the wound, and I put back the missing parts, so I diagnose it as okay. Oh, a little bit of blood, I'll put it back by alternative means, sir."

"Good luck. No deficiencies, huh?

"If Ferri is going to overlook it, don't let anyone in the Wang capital find it. The wounds on the body are fine. - I don't know about your heart, sir."

Rocking the cat, Ferris sidelines Julius' face as he says. I saw no emotional swings there, and I nodded contentedly,

"Even so, Julius is really sweet. How many girls' hearts have you captivated with that care and care? Ferri's going to be a doozy, too."

"I don't know what you're trying to say, Ferris. And I will refrain from discussing the content later."

Ferris, laughing inclusively, pointed his lips "shouldn't -" and Julius, eye-closing, remained only through his initial attitude.

Marcos had a crush on that attitude, but he couldn't help but think it was also a dangerous way to stand.

Like representing Marcos' thoughts like that,

"Even if I don't have to be so elbowed, I realize a good explorer, and it worked for a guy who doesn't seem to notice surface, so I'm sorry. Oh, my God."

pure white ribbon at his fingertips, Ferris licked his lips with a luscious red tongue,

"Are you looking like such an empty head shame that Ferri or the captain of the regiment doesn't realize the sincerity of Julius' actions, Na?

"... I can't lift my head to your depth of thought. Hard work, this one seems stupid."

Julius' expression finally dissolves in a stream such as this in an ill-willed Ferris inquiry. There's a childish smile there that's seen through the plan, but when it disappears quickly,

"I just want you to be careful what you say. The way I say it now, it could hurt my friend's honor to the pupils"

"I think that's too overprotective, Ferri. If you don't look a little painful, children don't grow up, do they?

"His upright presence is not wrong. The day will surely come when the sword will play its part in signifying that back. Thinking about that day, you shouldn't make unnecessary changes."

"That's overprotective, Ferri says, sir."

"But I don't know how -" Ferris chuckles at Julius, who doesn't bend his theory, throwing himself into the reception bench in a relaxed motion.

Julius frowned at his trick of sitting sloppily, but even such a slight reaction made him a teasing spice.

"It's such an exaggerated barbecue personality for a boy who just faces each other for the first time today, sir. That'll make you sweet too."

"I'm not going to be nice to you. Rather, I intend to be tougher than usual."

"Well, well, everyone was shrinking pretty much too. Because that's all Julius hurt you... more than that, don't worry about getting attacked by unstoppable people, sir."

Julius grinned bitterly at Ferris, who glanced at him with one eye and looked at the garlic and mean grin.

Marcos, who was silently listening to those two conversations, pulled his jaw,

"The young guys must have been getting pretty tingly at that kid who made an insult statement in the hall about his knight's identity. They belong to the Kingsguard, and they always have a guarantee of sword skill and pride."

In fact, it was only because that place was a place to rock the national government called the election of kings that we were able to spare the resentment that had accumulated in the knights' hearts from bursting.

But that means that if you leave that place, you're always pregnant with the risk that you might explode again,

"I don't even think that young man honestly swallowed it for demanding an apology. It could have been slaughtered and thrown away."

"So sooner, Subaruki needed to be beaten at the hands of a knight"

Taking Marcos' words, Ferris, who concludes, points to Julius.

Then he put the hand he used to point his finger vertically, to show his gratitude,

"Really, I thought Julius had to do it, Ferri had to do it, sir."

"The right material, that's the one. There's no way you're nominating yourself as a witness, is there? And I had a reason why it was just not unnatural to do it."

I suppose you're talking about trivial rhetoric in the place of the king's election.

For as long as there was certainty, no one questioned Julius's invitation to the practice field in the form of personal grievances against the boy.

"I don't know what to say to that, but I was confident that I could do it best."

"Uh, I don't know if Ferri agrees with you on that. In Ferri's case, even if you can't lose, you can't be so smart."

When it comes to the skill of the sword, Ferris laughs out her tongue so that she can even blind herself.

Magic - it also has unparalleled strength in the 'Water' lineage magic, and Ferris, with two names' Blue ', is a magical user who has failed even in the Knights. but on the other hand, it is quicker to count from the bottom among the Kingsguards in terms of strength in action. Or possibly the weakest.

Julius, who bears the name 'Best', is also the best in the Knights if he is pure sword skill. Though there are so many surrounding concerns that the martial arts are not given the right acclaim because there are supermen who become ridiculous to compare in terms of combat power.

"You'll be right to leave it to Julius to clean up the basement. That's why I'm always telling you to shake more swords."

"Ya, yay. What would you do if you could sweat and wield a sword and even mame on Ferri's white, clear palm? Can you take responsibility?

"I slashed him, but he's a knight in business. That's not what I care about."

Marcos shrugged his shoulders in his exhalation, too, to Ferris, who shrugged his regimental commands in a cheerful manner. Then he looks at Julius with a wrinkle on his face as his emotions struggle to emerge.

"I know what you think. I didn't do anything wrong with people who didn't think that was the necessary consideration. but what I did was what I did."

Though sympathetic to this one, Marcos tells her so vividly.

Julius shrugged to show respect for that attitude of not confusing public and private life, and tightened her details to admonish herself, who was slightly relaxed.

"Knight Julius Euclius, I say disposition"

"I will listen to you."

"It shall be a five-day prudential disposition, and it shall be forbidden to ascend barracks and royal castles. In the meantime, I'll keep your sword. As soon as prudence is lifted, go pick it up with the deputy commander."

- I prayed for you.

Meditate to indulge in what is told, then Julius consecrates the knight's sword, which he was removing in a streamlined motion, and passes it on to Marcos, who lays out his hand.

Receiving the knight's sword, the knight's pride itself, Marcos slipped his fingers over the black-painted sheath to ascertain its weight,

"I'm sorry. I'm making you take responsibility for something you shouldn't have."

The expression didn't change. But the grunt had a definite sound of apprehension.

take it, Julius shakes his head sideways in a small

"The captain is doing the best he can. The Knights of Kingsguard, once disintegrated, can only be strong and brave enough today if the Commander exists."

"I'm not satisfied with aligning my men, he's a shallow man."

"That's not true, Captain."

To Marcos, who continues to mock himself not so much, it was Ferris who until then had silently watched what had become of him.

He turned himself around and sat back on the bench, shaking the cat's eyes and ears with pleasure.

"We can't all get along, and the captain says he's in good hands. So, Ferri or Julius struggles at the end of the regiment leader's grip, and someone else struggles at the end of those Ferris"

"That's what it is, isn't it?" Ferris leans her neck and looks up at Marcos' face. Marcos glanced one eye at the words of labor and encouragement from his men, and then when he stripped his teeth to create a crude smile worthy of the rough,

"I'm telling you that I can't keep my men satisfied, including about you not dressed properly?

"I can't believe Ferri dressed like this. That's not the story that started right now."

Ringing his nose at Ferris letting his tongue out and out, Marcos laid Julius' knight sword carefully on his desk and sat back in his chair again,

"That's it. I also have a lot of chores to deal with for the king's race. - I order you to leave the room."

The return of a single person to 'me' was a signal that Marcos ended the time he was able to forgive his mind.

I felt it, Julius being respectful, and Ferris sending a salute to my boss, briefly, but both with equal respect.

I squeezed my jaw and turned my back on Marcos, who silently saw it, and when they were all together, they went outside the regiment leader's office.

The door closes and Marcos is left alone in a quiet space. its lips pounding and

If it stays that way.

And the spill so far didn't reach the two of us who left the room.

Leaving the captain's office, lined up the hallway of the stuffing for youth and beautiful girls.

The two aesthetic figures lined up like one of the paintings, a meaningful factor that stirred up the imagination on the side where one crack also looked like a girl dressed as a man.

Whatever.

"The captain is a facilitator. If you even see what's going on back there, you can get acquitted, okay?

"That can't be the story for me or the captain of the regiment. I just expected a heavier disposition to come, but I rather felt the warmth of the head of the regiment"

Don't be dissatisfied with Ferris, and Julius turns his mind to the disposition that had befallen him. but the faintly sinister appearance cluttered,

"It's a little weird that you have to meet the deputy commander."

"Oh, that's mean after all, sir. The moment Ferri heard about it, she became a whore. I thought Julius was amazing."

Two people who talk about their own boss, the deputy chief, without even hissing their voices. Nor does Julius, who is usually supposed to turn to the side where Ferris says and does things, now just clouds his words and laughs bitterly and tries to correct them.

Only then will we know that that is the common perception of the two - no, the 'deputy commander' - for the Knights.

"So what's Julius going to do now?

"Naturally, I'll let you spend it in the mansion, as the captain ordered. Explain the situation to Lady Anastasia… I'm concerned that you're not being very nice to me."

"I know how that feels. Ferri's place is also thrilled to not know what Master Krush will do. But the unexpected is the dangerous charm of Kursch."

Ferris dyes her cheeks in love in the second half while in tune with the worrying Julius. He pokes his finger against Julius' chest with a grumpy face, twirling and circular motion.

That's how Julius, listening to Ferris' love stories all the way through discipline, made him want them to stay. Huh.

"By the way, Ferris, about him earlier,"

"Master Emilia is with you now. After that, for a little while... I think you'll be spending some time in the Karsten family mansion"

Before all the questions are answered, the temperature disappears from Ferris' mouth.

Looking up at Julius holding his mouth, Ferris laughed, "Nfu,"

"Julius is really sweet, isn't he? Sounds like a knight, should I say?

"It's a great honor to be called that.... What do you mean, keep it at the Karsten family?

"Ferri didn't think it was a good idea to talk too much about the patient's personal information."

Ferris sends inquiries with nasty tricks. But Julius picked up something in his awesome response like that that to convince him, and he murmured, "Again,"

"I thought there were too many suspicions, but I hear his gate is pretty exhausted"

"... Ferri, because I didn't even tell Nah, sir"

To the attitude of the white Ferris, Julius pulls his jaw small to indicate affirmation.

Moreover, the background can easily be imagined if the word 'patient' by Ferris is combined with the discomfort that Julius himself felt in Subaru.

And the conclusion they drew behind the brains of the wise Julius,

"Emilia is really a loser."

Julius thinks there must be an easier way to live.

There must be a better way to reward and show it. But she didn't know it, and it wasn't a day she could know.

And I'm sure that's a dangerous way to walk, which can create mistakes and misunderstandings for both the giver and the receiver.

"I wish I lived smarter - but... you think so?

To Julius' monologue, he turns to the kind of inquiry Ferris tries.

Julius silenced for a while after that, then shook his neck sideways as "no".

"Because he will, that one will live honorably and beautifully as that one. I don't think you want me to change that. That's why..."

With the continuation in his mouth, Julius shut his mouth that it was innocent.

Sometimes I don't have to tell you. And I guess that was also passed on to Ferris. He also touched his cat's ear in a way that he understood Julius' patrol,

"What do you think Julius would do?

"I don't know about the future. All we can do is hope. I wish everyone could live righteously and without shame."

Face up and face forward, Julius resumes the march.

Delayed and continued from half a step back next to it, Ferris leaned forward with his hands behind his back.

"There, is that kid in there too?

"Nobody, it is, Ferris. For that we have swords."

Will it break, Julius thinks?

If it breaks, I think you'd be lucky to break it here.

But if it doesn't break,

"It's not bad to be able to cross swords again with an ideal fool"

Receiving Julius' words, Ferris laughs in a small way.

Frowning at the reaction, Julius made an astonishing look. Ferris broke his face as if he had seen something even more interesting in Julius's expression like that,

"Even if Julius thinks of you that way, I don't know if Subaru thinks you'll ever be sorry again. That's all, if you're publicly beaten, sir."

A grin you can't hide even if you put your hand on your mouth.

"I had a lot of thoughts, but I knew you were a little annoyed?

Mouthfeel like trying it for the upper hand. Julius reflexively says, "It's out of his mind," and looks back into his mind.

Numerous ramblings in the squad yard to behave ungrateful for the place in the hall. And the result it produced and the face of the woman who forced it to bear the burden,

"It's out of my mind, Ferris. I am a knight. I'm imposing it on myself, bent over."

Shake his head gracefully, and be not ashamed of his deeds, and so put his hands on his chest, and Julius stared upright into the eyes of Ferris, who lined up,

"I was only a little bit annoyed."

"Ferri was cool, sir."

Just like we exchanged the biggest jokes, we both swap laughs.

Then they leaned near the entrance to the filling, and when they were facing each other again, they offered each other their hands and held on tightly.

"See you in a while. I sincerely hope you and your Lord are magnificent."

"Julius, too, Dear Anastasia, nibble, but good luck, sir. The rest of what Julius did... I want to take over."

Relaxing his handshake, Ferris waves his hand flickering and walks outside the stuffing in an easygoing manner.

Dropping off that back, Julius is a distant friend - and looking to the enemy,

"It is Anastasia who holds the throne."

"Mm-hmm. Master Krush deserves the throne."

With such declarations of war exchanged, the knights return to their respective Lord.

The red sun falling from the evening sky offers equal colour to the two parting men and to all those living in the King's capital.

- Each king's race was about to begin now.