Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

The garden, which had seen the same morning many times, had turned into hell that I had never seen before.

The flowers in the small but brightly colored flower beds are blown up, burned down, and the trees that stood in line to surround the mansion are broken down from half.

By the way, the chosen ground was the result of an extraordinary mass explosion, which sifted through the fierce majesty and scattered a number of pieces of flesh, not just soil.

The remains of a black outfit that stains the green lawn with more and more black blood, laying low and sinking into eternal darkness. Most of them dotted did not hold the prototype, and the misery of being blown off the head, crushed half of the body, chopped a thousand torso, etc. outweighed that in the village.

I guess that was proof left of how angry the executor who turned those poor victims into wreckage did it.

A bloodstained iron sphere where it is a credit for producing that tragedy. It was chained to the pattern. It smashed several hostiles and destroyed it - but halfway down the road it was let go by its owner and now it was rolling to be left in a corner of the garden.

And 'ghosts' who seem to have been struggling with it single-handedly,

"-Rem."

Lem's body was greeting Subaru as he was stuck with a frightening amount of blade all over his body and his left arm was cut off.

If you look at the number of bodies in this garden other than hers, you can tell.

She fought. the malice of killing the villagers and pointing their fangs to the mansion. And he fought hard, he knocked down a few people, he was scratched, he was struck with several blades, he lost his weapon, he lost his arm to manipulate it, and he still resisted - he died.

The black-toned apron dress was torn everywhere, with holes empty and discolored red and black by blood erupting from all over.

I even want to turn away from counting, the murder weapon poking at her body. It's like imitating a cross. It's an evil hobby with a tip as a blade, and that's how many copies were punched into her tiny body with fingers of both hands.

A further fact to spit on is that despite all the murder weapon piercing, there are a lot more scars on the falling Lem's body than that.

Many, many, many times.

He stuck a blade through her fallen body, pulled it out, hurt her still breathing, crippled her life, humiliated her dignity, insulted her life, and protruded, leaving an indelible wound.

Where was the sin that was done to her?

What do you think, the ones who killed her killed her?

What do they know about Rem? She's hard working, hard-working, well looked after, flawed by balls early on, gently spoiling Subaru, but sometimes spicy, she's on Subaru's side when she's in pain, but leaving Subaru behind, thinking of her sister, hating herself, but just starting to like herself a little bit -.

I'd just started walking through my life telling you it was someone else's alternative, even though I'd finally started walking through it.

Rem doesn't move. Even if I shake, my body has already gotten cold, and the soft blue hair I stroked over and over has become bloody and sticky. Falling into depression. She lay her face down on the ground, and Subaru did not have the courage to see that face.

Whether you had a sad face, a determined shape to fight to the end, or even a tranquil death face, you don't have the courage to take it.

Because Lem died because of Subaru.

Svalbard, who was kneeling and rocking a lem that was no longer moving, blurred up. I noticed the unnaturalness of the place where Rem was falling apart.

Her body, which fought despair on the battlefield through the garden, was dumped away from the mansion and at the edge of the garden - also at a distance from the flower beds, in a space not very accessible to people.

Nothing, I don't think it's funny. It seems to me that while we were fighting, we were pushed here by our enemies, or within our means, and that's how we just ended up here.

but Subaru thought the situation was odd.

And within turning your thoughts with a head that doesn't work, you realize who that odd point is.

Lem, who falls at the front, falls with his arms spread out - because his left arm is not from his shoulder, and his right arm is stretched out and fallen in, as if he were fighting with something on his back, and in the middle of it he seemed out but therefore in the form of a fall.

At the end of the face, behind the falling lem is a wooden warehouse filled with landscaping gardeners' jaws and flower seeds.

The location, which also serves to temporarily store items of conditioning that are no longer used, is the size of a little cabin that is only known as a warehouse.

Standing up and pointing his foot at the entrance to that warehouse as he crawled, Subaru noticed as he approached.

A feeling I've already tasted many times. A gloomy, intense - signs of death - that caresses the skin gently and stickily, quenches the moisture in the mouth to the point of thirst, blurring and slowing thoughts.

Subaru drops his gaze as he glides to the front of the inlet and sensibly smells its dead odor. Underfoot, under the closed doors of the warehouse, a large amount of blood is spilling out to dye the young grass.

He swallows breath, drinks up spit, swallows up vomit that swallows up, and tries to put his hands on the door. It is not alarming that the hand is trembling in small pieces. Fear.

Inside, there are no signs of people. You don't have to worry about that, and there's not enough respite in Subaru to devote your mind to that in the first place.

Many times my fingertips blur the handle of the door and shake it empty to refuse to grip it. frustrated, my own flesh pitiful and tearful not listening to me. Still, after many repetitions, the pinky finger finally hit the handle, making a murmuring noise and the door opened.

Moments later, it was the enormous smell of blood that filled the warehouse so much that it filled the nostrils and still wasn't enough to commit.

Subaru peeks inside as he accidentally covers his nose and mouth with his hands and indulges in what comes in. To abandon even imagining what sights are spreading there and just burn the reality as it is into the eyes.

- It was the children of the village who were inside the warehouse.

As soon as he realized it, Subaru accumulated gastric fluids in his mouth that had risen from the ceiling and popped out of the warehouse with rolling footsteps.

He falls on the lawn at the front and spits out the hot diarrhea as he thinks. Spit out. The stomach contents were empty and all that came out was yellowish gastric fluid. Still puking. Keep spitting it out. Subaru continued to vomit, even as his gut complained of pain, his throat burned to stomach acid and the acidity ravaged his mouth.

Inside, vomiting inside that warehouse is unacceptable.

Because no one, no one, has the right to defile those kids any more than that.

"Rem, is..."

Protect the children, fight, and die.

The only corpse of a child found by Subaru in the village belonged to a girl named Petra. Not all the villagers walked around looking for their bodies, so the possibility that there might have been survival had been completely removed from consideration.

The adults fought in the village and only the children fled to the lord's mansion. And even before that escape, despair struck, with the result that the end would remain the same.

It was ruthlessly, mercilessly, cruelly, that took all my life.

"Hih."

To the lid, an inverted voice was leaking through Subaru's throat.

It's not like something happened. It just suddenly got scary.

Seeking someone to know himself, Subaru came back to the village, to the mansion. Yet none of the living are left alone, and only the untold dead blame Subaru for his return.

I felt like I was being told. empty eyes that do not reflect things.

I felt blamed. Poor, empty, bloody lips.

I felt hated. For memories of the days we dealt with them and laughed at each other.

"No... no, no, no..."

- I was wondering why you're surviving.

- Why, we had to die.

"No... I don't... I want this..."

There was an ideal. There was hope that I was paranoid.

When I heard Emilia was in danger, I thought Subaru had received a divine revelation. I believed that she, who had limited Subaru, had a privileged opportunity to review herself.

As always, Subaru saved Emilia, and was thankful to her, believing that she could fill a whispering missed groove and walk away with her hands together.

The predicament that is caused, the danger, the tragedy, was turning high that it was only a stepping stone for that. Whatever happened, I was overwhelmed that I could recover it.

If the reward is this vast number of dead.

"Mine, not my fault... me, me... ugh"

He shook his head, stood up, Subaru turned away from the warehouse, turned his back on Rem's body, and ran out toward the mansion.

"Someone... Somebody, someone, someone...!!

Cross the proposal, turn to the front of the mansion and try to open it so as to hit the front door. But the door was shut as if he regarded Subaru as an outsider, no matter how many times he hit his body, no matter how ramblingly he tried to kick it open.

Anyway, when I kicked the door at the end, Subaru headed for the garden again. Step on a rolling black-coated corpse, jump over, and go to the place of what you want.

Pick it up, drag it heavy enough to clasp your arms, and head to the terrace on the garden side of the mansion. And when you inhale deeply and deflect muscles all over your body,

"- Ah!"

The iron sphere swirled with the centrifugal force of the gripped chain, and the tapped glass was smashed and scattered into the wood's ends and much scattered indoors.

That's how he glides through the forcefully built intrusion route, and Subaru slips himself into the mansion. Fragments of a half-threatened window tore my skin thin and several lacerations carved all over my hands and feet, but that sharp pain felt nothing in my current Subaru.

"Someone, someone, someone, someone..."

As it is said, and as it is said, Subaru's lips continue to seek the presence of others.

It was the same as when I ran into the village, and it was shifting to something even different then.

That is,

"It's not my fault... it's not my fault... it's not my fault..."

I wanted someone alive to affirm it.

Or the very fact that someone is surviving becomes that affirmation.

So Subaru searched for the living. thirsty. I had to find it.

Otherwise, Subaru cannot affirm himself.

If you assume that this tragedy was caused by your own insignificant thoughts, you can't possibly do something like keep your mind in equilibrium.

I had to defend myself with the most seemingly rationale in order not to break my heart and not be responsible for the death of this vast number of dead people.

Thus, Subaru runs around inside the mansion as he flutters his torso.

Unlike the garden, the indoor condition shows no signs of vandalism or signs of destruction. The sights of the familiar mansion and the unusual spread, and even though the outside world was so full of death, it also seemed terrible that this place, which did not lose its normality, was somehow terrible.

Put your hand on the door of the nearby room, open it abusively, check inside, tongue and close it at will. It's a mansion with too few people actually using it compared to the huge number of rooms.

Four people are officials of the mansion and Svalbard has not yet confirmed their existence - until either of them is found, Svalbard repeatedly opens and closes the door with an allowance or gradual total win.

"Damn...... damn! Why... why, no one... if it's always..."

Blurring with a tight, semi-crying voice, Subaru scratches his forehead abusively .

Usually Subaru can reach the library that Beatrice manages so lightly that he doesn't even have to go for it. And yet, at the heart of it, I can't find it.

I wanted that hatred so bad I could get my hands out of my throat now.

It can withstand being treated like a bug and spilling exhales that do not hide discomfort. If you live and even affirm Subaru with your life.

"Come out... come out... please, please... help me... help me...!!

No longer could he indulge in the flowing tears, and Subaru ran around the mansion with his cheeks wet. The only thing that leaks out of my mouth is a whimper and a feminine repetition seeking someone to pull my hand out of this despair.

Passing the first room to wake up in the mansion, trampling the carpet that had turned into Beatrice's magical and incurable loop hallway, crawling in the dining room that had passed many times, turning his back on the kitchen where he struggled to make mayonnaise, etc., after the great bath entrusted with the heaviest cleaning of the jobs given to Subaru, he pulled everything back and peered inside from the closest room as he ran up to the floor where the servant's room assembled -

In the seventh room, we found Ram's body.

As much as Ram lying in bed was not asleep, Svalbard quickly found out that he had seen too many deaths in this short time.

Clear white skin is fading pale with loss of blood, and that of the lips is, on the contrary, more pronounced in the vermilion than usual. Somewhere even the Dead Minister was pitiful to see a lamb even wearing makeup on his death, so that his appearance would conflict with the death of his sister, who looked just like him.

If you keep your mouth shut, I'd say it's a regular light mouth to go by a pretty maid.

Lied on the sleeping table, she wouldn't have taken her breath away to sleep here. There is a person who carried her dead to her bedroom and thus prepared that dead minister for her.

Probably, Rem. What did she think before her sister died, how many times did she weep while applying makeup to her death, and what thoughts did she have to leave her sister alone?

Now that the Rem of that time has been so crippled, you can't know that mind forever.

Allow your fingers to touch the cold lamb lips and the vermilion makeup adheres slightly to the tip of your nails. Rubbing his fingers and fingers together, he rubbed that color with his fingertips, and Subaru had dropped his hips in the corner of the room at some point.

Blurry, face up. Peacefully, there was a figure of the dead who seemed to believe me if I were told I was just asleep.

Her silent welcome to Subaru's return belies the living Subaru.

I looked up Subaru in the village, just like any number of vain eyes.

Lips that will never tremble again will prolong the silent curse into Subaru.

"Hih."

Trying to crawl, Subaru escapes from Ram's sleeping bed with his other body. Shivering arms, knees that do not listen, are forced to push up and thus move away from that room as quickly as a second with their hands on the wall.

"Don't... no... it's not me... I'm, I'm, I'm nothing...!

Svalbard tries to stay away from whispering grudges in his ear as he blocks his ear, shakes his head, and spins words that protect him with his strangled throat. But the voice, despair, clung everywhere and everywhere like a mockery of the escaping Subaru.

Drag your feet and run down the hallway. I went out to the dance floor with the stairs. Hands on, crawling up the stairs on all fours. Along the way, he falls again and again, frustrated again and again, dripping blood from his bumped lips, challenging the corridor on the upper floor where he reached.

Only the dead welcome Subaru. Ram dies, and there are three more survivors left. My legs were naturally avoiding Emilia's room on the same floor. Upstairs, it was Ram's own private room assigned to the servant that Ram was dead. The figure of the lamb that was dead in his own chamber hits his head, and even tears that should have dried up fill him up. I had already intended to exhale the moisture in my body, but the whimpering and stomach fluids that exhale should have been emptied, yet the never-ending grief accuses me of running to Subaru with pain in the back of my chest.

Without it, I would have already sat back, held my head, seen nothing, heard nothing, knew nothing, asked nothing, given nothing, taken away nothing, loved nothing, loved nothing, begun nothing, ended nothing, changed nothing, stagnated.

Flirting Subaru arrives at the top floor - in front of Roswar's office - drooling from the face where he sneezed in tears and tears. Heavy doors with both openings are silent and robust It looks protected by the stubbornness that even the impending malice in this mansion is likely to jump.

But that hope disappears.

Because there can't be, and there shouldn't be, a safe place, a permissible place in this place where everything is over.

Pushing open, a gentle breeze pours out into the hallway.

The chills sting his arm and Subaru reminds him of the fact that he is defenselessly light attire to it. How far does the jacket go, remembering that it has been given to Petra in the village, to open up to the fact that she tries to protect herself with unprofitable thoughts.

I stepped into the room. Or at the desk in the office, I can't deny that Roswar was willing to give up half the time that he might be leaning on him as a dead man.

It is difficult for Rem to die, for Ram's life to crush, and to continue to hold hope for others in the midst of it. We no longer know for ourselves whether we are running around the mansion in search of the living or ravaging memories with despair to lose sight of hope.

But the world, which has betrayed Subaru's hopes three times in its villages, in its gardens and in its private rooms, now did not turn its fourth betrayal against Subaru.

There was nobody in the office.

I run my gaze indoors unpopular, crawling around under the shade of my desk, under the shelf where the conditioning is placed, to the back of my desk for reception, and still can't find a trace of it.

Not many, feelings of relief dominated Subaru.

It was a relief to not having to be sure of Roswar's life and death - it was also to his own cuteness, which never increased the number of reasons why he was so annoyed by the dead.

――

Subaru looks back when the wind shakes the wind.

Seeing, as soon as I opened the door connecting with the hallway, a slightly bottom-cold wind poured out into the room, which knocked on the window or swayed the leaves of the ornamental plant placed in the corner of the room.

The wind is flowing.

Got a passage called the door. It goes around the room and blows out with cold air. While savoring that fact with his skin, Subaru relies on the feeling and inquiry of the wind to find out where that wind came from -,

"Here's the trick..."

As soon as I mocked the trick that was hidden under the sandalwood desk, the meshing sound of the gear rang. And there's a low sound like grinding a stone molar, and the bookcase that was installed on the back wall of the office slides to the side nearly a meter.

In front of Subaru, stunned by a trick outside of his imagination, it was a black loophole with a pompous mouth that appeared beyond the moving bookcase.

Approximately approaching, gently peering into his face, he saw a stone passage lasting only a few steps, and a staircase toward the downstairs was arranged in a spiral beyond it.

"Hide, passage...?

Perhaps in case something happens, there is a difference between the.

In the capacity of Borderline Uncle, if you try to make it a Roswar with the role of lord, secure the escape route that should naturally be prepared as a means of self-defence. Whether or not he actually had the opportunity to use it, it was easy to ask that his person would have prepared him as a delight.

I didn't know, in reality, that there would be an opportunity to use that passage.

The cold wind that was flowing through the room was apparently coming through that loophole. In other words, the wind is blowing through the passage beyond that loophole, starting somewhere deeper and colder.

Breathtaking, repeated deep breaths over and over, Svalbard let himself dance into the loophole, anticipating that his heart beating high and sharp had loosened its momentum even with only a few.

When I touch it, the blurry cold wall emits a blurry, pale, blue glow of what material it is made of, which is up to a few meters away, but it ensures my vision.

Relying on that light, with his hands on the wall transmission, Subaru descends downstairs on a spiral stone staircase with great care not to step off.

The anxiety of stepping into an entirely unknown place as to how far it continues and where it is headed tightens its inner core. But burning Subaru's back even stronger than those negative emotions was anger at the existence of this hidden passage.

The wind is blowing, which means it's out the exit.

I mean, it's nothing more than someone took advantage of this loophole and tried to escape outside. There are three survivors who haven't seen it at the mansion - and if you think about whose office the place was from, you don't even have to think about who escaped abandoning the mansion's tragedy.

You left that, abandoned all that misery, left all that girl admiring herself to die, and ran away? Even shallow, you fled to spare your life?

I don't realize Subaru even though the roots of his teeth are trembling with anger and joy.

Anger at a person who ran benevolently, spitefully, and vilely.

The joy of finding someone who can impersonate the resentment, the curse, the scorn, the curse, all the blame of the untold dead instead.

The madman heads downstairs, dripping blood from his chewed lips with a frantic grin of emotions all over him and tears that never stop.

How many steps have you taken down the stairs? It's quite a few steps, not a level from the third floor to the ground if you try it at height. The loophole apparently led to the basement of the mansion, and at the end of the staircase the passage continued to go straight again. The material of the wall is the ore that emits blue light unchanged, and when touched, it snatches the heat from your fingertips. With a clap of hands on it, Subaru proceeds with a tight grin.

Chasing the remnants of the living. One of those points made me happy with Subaru right now.

I was pleased with the fact that what lies ahead would be a being who should be made a bad choice and be cursed, no less than I am.

It is really Uresikatta who can find the living in a world where there is only the dead and make sure that she is now, really alive or dead.

"Mmm..."

And the palm that was hitting the wall propaganda strokes the space, losing sight of its wall on the fence. Unexpectedly, as the swimming body moved forward, it was a small room that, unlike previous passages, was slightly taken large of the space on all sides.

A number of columns dot the blurry and thin light spaces side by side. If this loophole situation is a substitute for what was made of piercing, even though it feels distorted by columns with inconsistent spacing, it cannot be snorted at its dotted design.

Convinced, Subaru goes through the side of a demonic pillar. Come here, your hands and feet are moving badly and dull. I feel as if I've stuffed it with lead on my hands, and even the thought that was just beginning to obscure starts to slow down.

Step forward, even struggling to step forward. My mouth is thirsty and I even have pain, and the blood on my lips that was spilling has stopped at some point.

Her eyelids were heavy, her movements restricted like a heavy stone pressed over her shoulders, and yet even her obsession, resentment, was driving Subaru forward.

Pillars dotted in the hall pass through the small room, and Subaru finds himself in the blue light with an iron door on his way. Passageways, stairs, passageways, small rooms and doors - beyond this, is there what you are looking for?

- What the hell were you looking for?

Bloodless fingertips grow faster before stalling thoughts get to the answer. Standing in front of the door, Subaru opens and closes his mouth to gasp and breathes, while he abandons his thoughts that come to mind and grabs them by the handle of the door solely because of his sense of purpose.

- Moment after moment, a severe pain ran like burning on my right hand that touched the handle.

"- Wow!"

My throat screamed in severe pain and Subaru was shaking off his right hand to peel it off. The burning pain extends to the entire palm that touched the knob, and Subaru drops his eyes to the tragedy of his wounded right hand as he leaks a bitter squeal into the pain.

- Right hand no man difference shi finger ganakatta.

"- What?"

Suddenly, suddenly, Subaru looks with his right hand lifted in front of him.

Whitely discoloured, the right hand with the skin of the palm peeled off into a bump - of its stretched five fingers, only the index finger does not exist from the ground up.

Slowly, take your gaze to the front door. The handle I should have grabbed was left attached to what was Subaru's right index finger.

- Early kuk, kutzkenaktu.

Bouncing out just that with irresistible thought, Subaru turns his right hand to the handle in an attempt to retrieve the finger he could have taken. but I have difficulty moving my body more than I did earlier and can't convey my will from shoulder to elbow and elbow to ahead. With no moving arms, Subaru stepped forward to pack more doors and distance - his right ankle smashed from the ground up and fell into a landslide.

"- Ahhh."

A voiceless voice leaks out of my throat.

I don't even know if that was a scream for pain or just a runoff of life that came out pointless. I just don't know. There was something I could tell.

The moment my mouth opened to exhale, even the inside of my body was filled with white things, and I stopped moving.

My lungs are cramped and my breathing is stuck. Repeating brief, shallow breaths and desperately sending oxygen to his non-inflating lungs, Subaru keeps his eyes busy only in unusual situations.

I don't know what happened. I just had a terribly vague feeling about my whole body.

My right ankle was shattered, I had unprecedented pain and loss. And at the moment of the fall, I can see that the right half of the body that falls overturned, as well as the right ankle, was partially missing and collapsed.

I barely breathe a life-connecting breath out of my no more trembling lips. Subaru now realised that its exhaled breath was visibly white.

A face bordered to the ground sticks to the floor, and if you move your neck, you'll see that your cheeks will peel off. I don't even feel pain anymore. He moved rampantly, his cheeks and the outside of his right eye dropped snugly. I don't mind. I finally see a small, upside down, passing room in my leaning vision.

So consciously from the bottom, Subaru finally learns that the reason why the row of columns dotted the small room was not due to the clueless defect construction.

They're all ice-covered, dead human ice columns.

Just like Subaru, they are the victims who lost their way into this white end and turned it into an ice statue. And that will soon be at the end of the visit to Subaru.

I've already stopped breathing.

Limited oxygen orbits the brain, but the brain is strangely slow to remain conscious as well, and its presence was on the verge of disappearing in an extremely cold world.

I don't know anything.

I don't see anything.

From the tip of his leg his body gradually becomes a fragment of ice, no longer a Natsuki Subaru.

If you're going to say that, though it may not have been Natsuki Subaru who was here anymore, he was just a lunatic wearing that skin.

My lower body sensation disappeared. I can't find my arm anywhere already. My right eye just fell off. It was strange that I could still see the left eye. Where does life live, the brain or the heart?

That answer can't even come out in a frozen world -,

- It's too late.

whining of losing temperature to a world dominated only by white,

- Natsuki Subaru was shattered and scattered, fragmented and disappeared from the world.