Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

Anxiety dominated the whole body, as anxiety made me want to scratch my throat.

My feet go forward, my mind goes into the future, and my will is supposed to be moving towards purpose, but I feel like the fears that I can't specialize in are chasing me from behind.

I feel terrible about vomiting. I hear tinnitus. I keep leaning to the point where my heart is going to spill out of my chest, and my feet kicking the ground are not so weak that I'm going to scratch them off my fingertips if I'm not conscious.

How can this be happening?

Everything's supposed to work out. Everything should be heading in the right direction.

It was just a bad patrol. It just wasn't the right time.

We should be able to do it. If what you do is clear, don't get lost.

I know what I need to do. If only I could help Emilia.

If she is being driven into distress, it is Subaru's role to rescue her from it.

I've always done that. Let's do that again this time. So everything works out. She should review Subaru, too. I knew you couldn't do it without Subaru, and you should think so and put yourself on your side.

I don't want to be abandoned. I don't want to be abandoned. I don't want to be underestimated. I don't want to be limited.

Desperate, diligent, ready to die, Subaru rebukes it.

I can't breathe. I can see my lungs hurting, my tormented whole body twitching, and every part of my unhealed flesh screaming. - But you can't possibly stop.

You have to run as fast as a second, as little as you can.

Otherwise, they'll catch up to you. Coming from behind, I don't know why. Something, and they eat me up.

I don't like that. I just don't like that. Now I'm just even, that's all I'm afraid of.

I want to see Emilia, I want to be smiled at. How did Rem leave himself? Where did the warmth that you should have been touching disappear last night? Beatrice's hatred is terribly nostalgic and loving now that Ram's diminished mouth. How reassuring the pack's idleness would be for Roswar's bigotry.

I should have been in this place the whole time.

All this time, Subaru's time should have been buried in those mansion days.

It was a mistake to head to Wang Du.

All the time spent in the Wang capital was the cause of our present predicament.

Reinhardt, Felt, Grandpa Rom, Kursch, Ferris, Julius, Anastasia, Al, Priscilla, the Sage Society's facial rash, came to mind one after the other, and all of that can only be the object of hatred in Subaru today.

You'll be cursed, you'll suffer, you'll taste as much pain as you can and you'll die.

Without them, Subaru didn't have to lose sight of himself.

If you can go back to the mansion, reconcile with Emilia, and return to those heart-boiling days, you can happily give it all away.

There's nothing left, there's nothing left.

Everything spilled out of my palm. So now I'm going to pick it up and collect it.

For that, for that, for that, keep running.

Subaru runs, enduring everything, to the pain of about to burn his lungs, to the regret of about to break his heart, to the tinnitus of about to bury his consciousness.

As I even repeat, resentment and regret pass through my head.

In such a backward spirit, how long has it been since I kept running for the front?

Around the perimeter, the spacing of the streams of trees that had grown to that point begins to open on the fuselage, creating signs of nature being cut open to the livelihood of man.

There was also a late feeling that continued to be stepped on the ground to kick gradually, and Subaru, with his face up hah, accidentally held up his cheek when he noticed the slope that had begun to creep up.

I blurted out on a familiar path.

There's nothing like a landmark, and if anyone sees it, it just might have seemed like a forest road going on the same as before.

But to Subaru, who even ran for change, to Subaru, who had passed this path several times, it turns out to be the end of this never-ending green labyrinth.

I arrived at the mansion, not at all.

In front of it, in front of Subaru, beyond the slopes is the nearest village to the mansion.

Two, until then, only the face of the mansion floated in the back of his brain, about the people he became close to many times during those days.

Villagers freakishly lacking vigilance to familiar children. They are freaks who did not laugh absurdly at the myriad of otherworldly knowledge and accepted it as it were.

I miss him so much, I almost cried.

I don't even know how I forgot. Aside from the mansion, there was still a place left for Subaru to warmly embrace.

There too, the value of Subaru being Subaru remains.

Subaru saved the village. It's a village that might have disappeared without Subaru. Subaru's feat. As a result of Subaru's actions, there is nothing more.

his own stronghold at the end of his eyes and nose, Svalbard's feet further off remembering it.

At the end of the slope, in the early morning sky beyond the barrier of the trees is the rising white smoke, a symbol of daily salvation.

Boiled or boiled water? Could be from a blacksmith or a metalworking workshop. Either way, it's proof left that someone will be there.

Now that was just enough.

I want people who know me, who accept me, to call me by name now. I wanted you to prove to me, dearly, with fraternity, that you can stay here.

Run through. Run up. The end of the slope approaches and the roots of white smoke are visible. I cut up. The sweat that conveyed his forehead fell on his lid, Subaru wiped it abusively with slight contempt, and saw the village in a clear mood.

- And Subaru was finally caught up in an impending nightmare from behind.

When he ran into the village entrance, the first thing Subaru did was look for the First Villager and let his gaze wander - noticing the discomfort and frowning.

Once you stop your leg, the burden of it hitting your cardiopulmonary function all at once as soon as possible.

Repeating rough breaths, spitting out covetousness and sputum, he puts his hands on his knees on the spot and strives to recover strength as he folds his hips. No matter, during that time, only the gaze remains up.

At first glance, there seemed to be nothing strange about the village.

But I obviously feel something's wrong.

The early morning village is well stretched with cool air, pouring awakening light into its sleeping head. Yet somehow I can't feel people's signs anywhere.

Arm up, rethinking for a while before Subaru realizes "Oh".

I am less aware of Subaru, who ran through the night, but now it is a level of morning time with few villagers still in activity time.

Maybe that's why I don't see any shadows of people going out of the house and starting to get into everyday work.

Convinced by the unpopularity of thinking that far, then and now I take a trip to see who the white smoke stands in the sky is.

Says there's no smoke standing where there's no fire, but there can't be any people's hands where the smoke stands. If you head that way, you'll be able to run into someone.

but the prospect was also empty, and Subaru could not meet anyone.

When we arrived at the edge of the village where the white smoke rose, there was no one there anymore.

It's just that the cause of the smoking smoke in the fire is burning weakly, and there's nowhere to look around but at the executor who did it.

Only this time, clear anxiety, not vague, engulfed Subaru.

Breathing quickens for a different reason than fatigue, and the heart beats again and starts to increase speed. Hurrayed by those reactions, Subaru rambles through the doors of nearby private houses without accumulating.

I'm not responding. Scratched by an unpleasant hunch, it's not even locked. Push it open rampantly and push it inside. but it's still empty there too. No one.

Svalbard went outside with a thirsty grin as he murmured a joke about whether he was also doing a wild job out of the family. Go to your neighbor's house without stopping the momentum. Now even skip the knocking procedure and break into the house. Screaming and voices of reprimand fly to Subaru, where the inhabitants have trespassed - never. There's no one here either.

Finally, the situation begins to fail to reach understanding.

I feel that the inexperienced chills are so similar to what was given to me by the black outfits I encountered along the way through the woods that Subaru so desperately pursues the shadows that he forgets me.

But no matter how much I ran around, how many people I called to dry my throat, or how many places my children were likely to hide in pranks, I couldn't find one.

The silence was falling here too, and Subaru had been left behind by the world.

Somehow, he sits on the ground with his powerless body and Subaru exhales long and deep.

Circumstances that don't make sense, I don't get used to it no matter how much I encounter. Of course, it's synonymous with unreasonable development once you know what it means.

The current state of Subaru, which is constantly pushed by both of them, will not even be able to describe itself in terms such as quadrilateral songs and the difficult future.

I feel a vivid pain in my lid echoing in my skull, and Subaru puts his hands on my forehead in a loose manner. However, the moment I hit it, the discomfort spread perfectly to my skin.

Seeing, the right hand I put on the ground when I sat down was soaking dirt on the wet ground, and I hit it myself in the face in a grand way without realizing it.

The feeling of reddish mud flowing through his nostrils is the extreme of discomfort, and Subaru uses his unspoilt left arm to wipe it away, and his right hand turns a resentful gaze at the ground of the dirty cause.

I've cared since I was running around, but I'm in a terribly wet, hard run this morning. How many times was the entrance to the village and the circumference where the smoke stood was particularly bad and they were about to take their legs off while looking for the villagers to run?

I chose the ground that hasn't happened as much as possible and lowered my hips, but the damage to the buttocks may also be enormous to see the condition of my right hand. As he began to be conscious, he remembered something twitchy and damp in his lower abdomen, and an even bigger sigh sputtered out.

You're a lot of a fool with your head, I think.

Naturally, too. For more than a day and night, I have barely gotten any sleep during my harsh travels. As much as I put in my belly something tasteless like an emergency meal that Otto had me split up with, it was hard to say that the meal was adequate. Additionally, while I was conscious, my brain was even vertiginously active through Emilia's body. If you're not tired of this, Subaru would be a super high performance artificial AI, not a human.

A joke comes to mind with no benefit, and Subaru laughs thirsty again.

When you pay your ass and have no choice but to push the dirt on your right hand against the wall and remove it, turn your body and search the village again. It's the last bad scratch.

You call so hard, you run around, and you still don't show your face. Perhaps there is no one in the village already. I can't figure them out where they went and why, but if I'm all convinced, I'll have to make a separation.

Around the village, Subaru ends up at the edge of a white-smoked village. When I feel like time is only flowing to that place that shakes in the wind, and sometimes it even soothes the feeling of loneliness that is left behind.

Upon arrival at the intended location, the smoking white smoke was finally close to extinguishing by diving in the heat.

A weak smoke is beaten in a breeze and mists as it swings unreliably to the right and left. Subaru looks around with unexpected eyes, saddened by such a white smoke appearance.

but I still don't see anyone. The search seems to have ended in hard labour.

He breathes a sigh he doesn't know several times already, and Subaru kicks the ground in frustration. A toenail tip decided on the wet ground, and splashing mud stabbed Todome in the white smoke that seemed to end.

The slight interrupter of the extinguishing fire tickles the tympanic membrane, and the smoke is extinguished from its roots and extinguished into the sky. There is nothing left after the last white smoke has been exposed to the wind and disappeared.

Dropping off the whereabouts of the disappearing white smoke, Subaru slowly lowered his gaze.

If the smoke is lost, it's the same as anywhere else, the time stopped, the quarantined space from the world. Nothing awakens Subaru anymore.

It's just that Muraosa, who was getting the white smoke up, is rolling.

Scratching his head, then unconscious, Subaru looks around. The young man with the horn pruning was falling asleep, as he had been thrown off at the wall. The murder weapon is pierced around his chest lying on his back, and a frightening bleeding is dyeing the earth red.

I also found myself falling into the first private house I stepped into so that middle-aged men and women overlapped in the corner of the room as soon as I entered.

Neither the next house, nor its next house, see the shadow that Subaru sought. All there was was was a wreckage that was deprived of its dignity like a borough chile and humiliated its life.

The number of wrecks stacked is enormous, and Subaru searches for shadows as he sees them. Somebody call me by my own name. I thought I'd quit, even for that.

But no matter how many times I toured the village, that Subaru's wishes would never come true.

There's nothing Subaru wants here. Understanding just that, throwing out all the other understandings, Subaru abandons his actions in the village and heads down the road leading to the Mansion.

I made an extra stop. This is the result of incompatibility. Wasting wasted time and not yet reaching the tranquillity that should have already been gained. It was useless. Everything was for nothing. All that's here is for nothing. Including Subaru, it's all for nothing.

Svalbard proceeds with a fluttering foothold, whining so as to throw it away. And, on the road to the outside of the village, Subaru caught his leg in something and fell.

It was too late the moment I realized I slipped under my feet. Nothing around you prevents you from falling, and you get too much momentum to fall off your shoulders to the ground.

Pain crumbles his brain, Subaru blasts a groaning voice behind his throat, hoarding the reflectively floating tears at the edge of his eyes, staring underfoot in search of the cause of his fall.

- I saw nothing more, the eyes of Petra, who had become a cavity.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

- I couldn't get away with it.

Subaru shook his wailing throat to an end, and, weeping in tears, he was about to hold the remains of Petra, who had been thrown into the earth.

The warmth had already disappeared from Petra's body for a long time and her hands and feet had begun to harden. The unconscious human body should be much heavier than the conscious one, but Petra's body was too light considering she was small.

I'm sure there was too much blood coming out of the wound penetrating his chest.

Petra is dying with her eyes open and a surprised face. The only thing I found no remnants of the pain in that look was salvation, meaning her immediate death, which had destroyed her heart.

Because there's no reason for this child to taste even pain in the way he dies with a hole in his chest.

The adorable face lost its blood and the brown curly hair is now stained with blood and mud and there is no shadow to see. At least I wanted to close only those open eyes for her, but the lid, which had a stiff beginning, didn't even give her that mercy.

Laying the wreckage of Petra on the ground, Subaru put his jacket over its open eyes at least in atonement, and prayed that something peaceful would come to her sleep.

That's how I lift my gaze in fear of seeing what kept distracting me - finally accepting the reality that the familiar village is turning into hell.

It was the body of Muraosa, who had been burned to death, that was spraying the smoking white smoke.

I guess the youth in the youth group fought with their swords in their hands. The familiar sword now penetrates his chest, producing a blood build-up and sinking the Lord.

The men and women who had fallen to overlap were a couple. He held her from the top so that her husband could shelter his wife and kept them together, pierced by the murder weapon and out of breath.

There was a tragically murdered body. There was a body burned to death. There was a torn body. There was a crushed body. There was a crushed body. There were just corpses.

Death is falling there in the village.

There was a seemingly silent lying in the village where all the bodies rolled, and everything had ended long before Subaru had arrived.

Now there was only one person, Subaru, who saw the end of the tragedy that had taken place in this place, reaching out both too late and gasping without anyone taking his hand.

What do you mean there was?

Something happened. Something terrible happened.

Something of it committed this village with relentless brutality, humiliating the dignity of all life and killing all the innocent villagers.

No one has anything with breath. Not a single one survived.

Obsessively, everywhere was repeated with the idea that there was no place to hide, so much so that I thought I was burned to death while hiding, and even found a body.

I can't turn my head. From a hole called a hole in the face, there is more liquid flowing out.

Tears, runny nose, and saliva continue to tarnish the face that has lost its temper.

I understand what happened. But I don't understand.

I don't know what happened or what one thing. I don't know one thing, but there was only one thing I knew.

That is the fact that this tragedy cannot have ended in this place alone.

When we reached an understanding that was too late, an unprecedented chill struck Subaru's entire body.

Since it had fallen into this world, it had brought its greatest fear to Subaru, over and over again, or even as it had succumbed.

The roots of my teeth tremble.

My eyes, which are too tearful and even painful, blink and my obscure vision looks up at the sky.

In a hateful blue sky, a mansion awaits Subaru beneath it.

That place, where I wanted to go home so much, where I kept asking for so much, approached the end of my eyes and nose, now seemed too horrible.

I don't know what happened.

Something definitely happened.

Something about it, I'm sure, hasn't done anything to make me miss the place.

It was scary. It was scary.

I didn't even want to think about that possibility. If I thought of that possibility in my head, let alone in my mouth, it was horrible that it was going to become a reality.

So Subaru shakes his head and shakes off that imagination.

But once, past the back of his brain, it jerks Svalbard's arms off trying to shake him off, rejecting oblivion as he whispers in his ear.

Therefore Subaru gave up to shake off, and turned to another means.

As long as she talks about the possibility, that's enough to put her in danger.

"Rem... what? Rem... what's going on...?

Girl who should be getting to this land before herself. Spinning that word worrying about her cheapness, Subaru tried to fool his mind by the lowest possible means.

"If Rem was back, there's no way I'd have missed the village so much..."

That's an excuse. I'm making excuses where I'm the only one who can't even fool myself.

"Something happened...? No way, even trouble on the way..."

It sucked. It sucked. I didn't want to understand, but I did.

I deceived my heart that as long as I spoke of the possibility that my dear girl would be lost, as long as my heart was broken with it, I should have prepared another sacrifice.

I betrayed my trust.

"Yes... Lem... Lem... Lem..."

Fluffy, the risen Subaru began to advance in powerless footsteps.

Leaving Petra's remains behind, in a dragging walk, slowly take to the village exit - towards the direction of the mansion, continuing at the tortoise speed.

Ahead, I don't know what's waiting for me. I don't want to know, I want to know, but I don't have the courage to rush out.

As he dragged, as he clasped, calling the name of the girl on whom he was based, Subaru slowly went up the ramp and walked towards the mansion.

- Rem was dead in the garden.