Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on.

Shake, shake. My legs shake.

Couscous and the madman laughed as he sank himself into a blurry, relaxed, shuddering seat and surrendered himself to the feeling of a dragon car.

It's not like it's funny, but it reassures me with wonder when I'm laughing.

If I didn't, I'd have two terribly hard feelings buildup in my chest, and if that builds up too much, I'd be messed up like my head exploded.

To not be, even though there's nothing funny about it, I laugh at Couscous. Look for something interesting, Couscous, Couscous and.

But when that laugh stops, the loneliness sticks to the pretense.

When that happens, I can't stand it anymore and my tears are pouring. I can't stop trying to stop it, and my breath hurts when I try to stop it. So don't make it bitter, let it be the freedom of flowing tears, and your face and clothes will be bishopped with tears.

So that my chest doesn't hurt, so that my heart doesn't feel painful, I laugh and cry repeatedly, and the blue always comes from somewhere, stroking my head, wiping my wet cheeks with a cloth.

So I liked blue. When blue is on my side, my heart starts pounding. When blue leaves his side, he becomes anxious as if his surroundings had darkened as soon as possible. My chest is just as painful as it is when I want to cry, I can't laugh when I try to, all the tears are pounding out and pounding out.

I'm sure the sad thing happened when I wasn't with Blue. When the blue leaves, I cry because it reminds me of its sadness. So I wanted Blue to be on my side the whole time. Blue will stay with me as long as he can, as I know that.

So I liked blue.

Green, too, is not that bad.

Green was stiff and soft, though he didn't stroke me gently like blue or come to see me as many times as blue. Hard and soft, I don't hate it.

I think the green came to see me because it was the blue one and the blue one was with me. Green and blue talked a lot, but couscous laughed and cried polly, busy.

Green stares jizzily as he leaves after the conversation. Those eyes are so hard and soft, I don't hate them.

Brown and white are scary. I hate it. I'm afraid. It's going to pour.

Brown came to see me next in blue, but I don't like it because brown makes me sick when I touch it or my tears pop. I'm afraid you have angry eyes. Even though you have a soft face, I'm afraid. Blue strokes me so I don't cry, but it makes me pound.

White is more scary. I won't touch it. I only saw it once. And yet, I'm afraid. The eyes I was looking at were as if I hadn't seen anything, I'm afraid. I hate it. I don't like it.

Dream, dream.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Shaken, shaking his legs, keeping his shoulders, in the wind, blurry, loose, madman dreams.

Dreaming, coming out, silver, loose, loose.

Silver, I don't know.

My chest is hot and pounding. My chest hurts and stings. My chest hurts and I cum. My chest is pounding and thrilled.

I don't know if I'm happy, sad, fun, or painful.

I feel like blue, I feel bitter like brown, I feel soft like green, I feel horrible like white.

Silver, I don't know. But thinking about silver, I don't hate it.

Loose, loose, fumble, fumble.

Every, fluttering. Yura Ri.

Lem was looking sideways at Subaru with his head on this shoulder and his lips slightly broken.

I'm happy with the fact that you're keeping your whole body like this, defenseless, alert.

Although Rem knew that Subaru was not the usual Subaru and that this state was not his intention, it was nevertheless a supreme pleasure to be able to place full confidence in him in this way.

"Subaru, more over here"

"... Ugh"

Rem pulls Subaru further away and snuggles his body while at a distance where he takes his sleep. The chair on your podium is for one person and you have to do quite a bit to sit together. We should have kept our weight in Subaru for the smaller lems, but now we're in danger for each other when we do that.

After riding the dragon car, he halves his dear Subaru on his lap, and Rem holds his hips with the opposite hand holding the reins, pulling the reins as he re-sits.

As far as possible, he maintained a posture that would not force Subaru to do so. For this reason, Lem's posture, which dawns on most of the area of his palace, is quite painful. You spend nearly half a day in that position, so it's not weird if you're a regular person and you run out of strength along the way.

In that regard, the lem goes far above the strength of the flesh than the constant. Its spiritual patience is also picky in such directions as standing still. More importantly, the situation that my distress would benefit Subaru was the most exciting material for Rem.

Rem has not been asked about the details of what exchanges have taken place between Subaru and Emilia and what distortions have occurred.

Rem, who missed the ascent of Subaru at Roswar's behest that day when the king's election was declared in the royal castle, was badly surprised by Emilia's bewilderment as she returned.

In a drained manner, she briefed Lem roughly on what had happened at the castle and told her to pick up Subaru, who had left him at the castle on top, and head out to the Krusch mansion.

There was no reprimand for letting Subaru go.

I don't even think Emilia lost that part, so Rem didn't offer a topic of his own, wondering what he was thinking.

Just quietly obeyed Emilia's life and took Subaru into the Karsten family. I had a little talk with Roswar before that, but that part is confidential to Emilia and Subaru. Besides, it doesn't make sense now.

Either way, I entered the Karsten family and the treatment of Subaru began in earnest.

Lem, who was welcomed as a guest in his mansion, was also not treated, unlike Subaru, and therefore most of his actions were given freedom. Lem spent most of that free time standing beside Subaru.

There were times when he wanted to unconditionally affirm his health trying to keep up with the usual, while hanging up, but the real reason is more personal emotion.

In Roswar's mansion, Rem doesn't spend much time with Subaru.

The place and amount of carry-on is different between him, who still hits the mansion chores as an aid to the ram, and her, who plays the majority of the role in maintaining the mansion. Inevitably, I had less time to deal with her than my sister, and it had planted less dissatisfaction and anxiety with her.

Being aware of that, though I felt terrible and couldn't get it out of my mouth.

"Subaru, you'll be fine."

Do you have a hard time sleeping, hold back to soothe the subaru that twirls you, and Rem speaks gently as he grips the reins.

Svalbard, who shuts his lid and stays asleep, does not respond to that voice. Just a little, I feel like my eye insurance is at ease, and Rem looks forward when he gets his mind back on it.

I was going to go for the mansion all night, but maybe I should camp somewhere once. The time, which was after noon when he left the Krusch mansion, had also taken the moon out on the clouds about half the way to the mansion.

The pace is a lot behind schedule. That was the result of Rem's distress to keep Subaru from straining, and was caused by the fact that he was letting the Grounddragon run considerably slower than its original speed.

It will be a half-day trip scheduled in a couple of hours, but will it be in the morning to reach the Mansion if it remains at this pace?

"When that happens, it's hard to communicate with your sister."

It is a condition of use that empathy is at some distance and in a state of awakening with each other.

Conditions are quite harsh, both in terms of energy and distance, especially when emitting from the lem side to the ram. It is impossible to report the status quo to the ram at least from its present distance, and by the time that is possible at a distance it will be late at night.

- I knew it, let's go camping.

Making that decision, Rem manipulates the reins to instruct the Grounddragon to stop.

The ground dragon, who was on speed, obeys its will, stops slowly as he loosens his legs, spills his rough nose and looks up at this one.

Placing Subaru on the table of your servants, Rem then jumps from it, descending into the land of the streets and looking around.

The sun has already fallen and the only thing filling Reefaus Avenue is the moonlight light source and the lighting utilizing the lugmite ore provided for the dragon car Lem has been driving.

Fortunately, there are few clouds. Tonight is moonlight and the surroundings are bright enough. Instead, stepping on the unlikely likelihood of bandit-like raids, Rem gets inside the vehicle of a dragon car that has just been pulled, superimposing a tequila and blanket to create a simple bedroom. And

"Subaru, excuse me"

The princess snuck Subaru, sleeping on the table, and twirled him straight into the futon in the bedroom.

Laying down Subaru, who would be tired from a sit-down run away, Lem turns around gently to see how he is doing, he himself goes outside the vehicle and keeps an eye on the camp.

I don't worry much about bandits, but on street nights, warcraft, wild dogs, etc. are rarely attacked by multiplying the number of dragon cars that go out.

Lem, who has encountered such cases several times in the past, understands that those opponents are more dangerous than humans. Most of all,

"Though I don't think you need to worry too much, as you will be here tonight"

Reaching out, Rem strokes the face of the earth dragon as he lowers his nostrils this way.

Half a day, over the reins, but he was connected for a long time. He had a lot of attachment, and he listened well to Rem from the first meeting. Around the corner, which is done correctly, there is only admiration that it is the dragon of the Duke's house.

Most importantly, the fact that Rem is a biologically superior "ghost" is not irrelevant to the goodness of the earth dragon's material understanding.

Ground dragons are a species that stands out among dragon species and has a friendly relationship with humans. Quite a few are incorporated as part of life and heavily used with the warm character of the ground dragon itself.

When this becomes a flying dragon or a water dragon, the number becomes limited when compared to a ground dragon because special training and childbearing from a young body are essential.

Whatever it is, among the dragon species, it is a ground dragon close to man, but its quality as a species naturally draws a line with the other beasts. Besides almost no uninformed wild force that strikes purely ground dragons, ground dragons themselves are very dangerously nosy and habitual.

Those populations are perceived almost in advance by the Grounddragons, besides not attacking the Grounddragons unless they are swarms of warcraft with large numbers, or groups of bandits, etc.

So you don't have to worry about taking the dragon to the camp.

"Take your time, rest"

Ground dragons and myself, too many personnel for a night's vigilance.

Rem shouted that way at the bedroom where he glanced up, stroking the ground dragon with his nose toward him and letting him sit on the ground. And when he deposited himself in the stiff skin of the sitting ground dragon, and put the blanket he carried out on his body, he strained his consciousness and went on watch.

In the morning, if we leave in anticipation of the meeting when the sun starts to rise, we should be able to reach the mansion tomorrow morning.

I can only spoil and take reprimands for bringing Subaru back and for not fulfilling my purpose. More importantly, because I'm the only one who can protect Subaru right now.

"But suppose I can undo Subaru..."

I guess Emilia's the only one there. The thing is, I have a toothpick for Rem.

For Rem, the presence of Emilia was a very difficult opponent to deal with.

Roswar welcomed her as a guest, and now she treats her as a king's candidate as if she were above herself. In fact, instructions had been given to both Rem and Ram to treat them that way as well.

Rem has no objection to treating her higher than her husband, Roswar. Roswar supremacist ram seemed dissatisfied, but Rem is not as strong as his sister when it comes to thoughts around it. Of course, my sister isn't stupid enough to put that on her face or words, so it's just a story that Rem felt about Ram's thoughts.

Only if you are not usually conscious, dissatisfied enough to resonate strongly with empathy.

The complexity of the emotions that Rem has towards Emilia is due to her origins independently of Roswar.

- That Emilia is a half elf. That is, the fact that it is a half demon.

With her head, Rem understands that she has no blame whatsoever for herself. It was just a fact that I had myself unconvinced of that in the emotional part.

It's not that Emilia is bad. But the presence of the half demon was one that had too great an impact to belittle in Rem's life.

It is difficult to choose whether to treat them favourably or maliciously.

As a result, Lem's way of treating Emilia was concisely determined that it would not depart from the position of 'Guests and Servants'.

Draining emotions, Rem responds like a machine to Emilia's instructions. I don't care if Emilia feels that way about Rem again.

Days went by with such a relationship, and I thought the outcome of the King's race would remain the same. Due to his role, he is unlikely to be present at the end of the King's race. When I think of the position I imposed on myself, I used to admonish Emilia that being strong is an extra thing, good or bad, for any emotion.

Yet now Rem's feelings for Emilia had changed as before.

That makes Lem's heart stand up badly.

Emilia's stubbornness was difficult in every sense for Rem, who is not a child enough to acknowledge her own emotions. And I'm disgusted with myself thinking that way, knowing Emilia has an inexorable past that makes it so.

Those thoughts wind up in a vortex, and when you conceive one boy at the center, you're about to explode.

To his ugliness, Rem exhales as he pioneers.

In this way, in a world without sound, when even the light source is in an ambiguous environment, nature and thought move towards something extraordinary.

The passage of time was sloppy and slow, and the inclination of the moon even seemed unchanged from its earlier location no matter how many times it looked up.

The night is long. On a single night, deep, cold and long everywhere.

Second, Rem is driven by the urge to dive into the vehicle sheltering behind him.

How good would it be if I could slip in next to a boy with a calm face and share the warmth while he slept so deeply in the car that he didn't dream.

First, I'm tempted to throw it all out and do that.

Even going back like this, waiting for him is a harsh reality far from ideal.

Now, wherever you drive a dragon car, there's nothing but your conscience to blame for it. If even Subaru continued to deal with it over time, any of them might have regained their humanity from a state like that of a toddler, allowing them to share the same time, albeit different than before.

Road banks, too, are pretty good for what they give Roswar. I lost him with this, and Subaru and I would be able to hide it.

"Hehe, that's a dream story..."

Shaking his head and pressing his head against the knee he held, Rem laughs bitterly at his delusions.

You can't possibly make choices that scorn everything like that. Originally, it's a cruel idea that you should avoid even thinking of in your head.

You can't leave the mansion with a lamb. My sister is rightly half-body to Lem, and more importantly, how much of a burden would it put on her if she left her in that mansion? Gentle, sweet sister to Rem will surely still forgive herself. That's why you can't possibly betray your sister or anything.

Roswar entrusted a large sum of money and a critical role to Rem, who even thinks such treachery. It was an idea that could not betray that trust, nor could it be done with the character of a clean lem.

And more importantly,

"Subaru-kun... you can leave it like this, because there isn't"

It was a privilege to have dominated Lem while he was baking Subaru's care worthwhile.

Originally, Rem is aware that he is a strong monopolistic personality. If I can, I want to keep all my loved ones in my own hands. By devoting myself to others, I can realise the value of my existence - at birth, it can be said that I am a made-up temperament.

Therefore, the current state of baking the care of Subaru is not bitter for Lem. Rather, it's the days when I realize I'll be filled with Subaru who can't be without me.

But it's, it's not, it's not Subaru.

For Rem, a person named Natsuki Subaru is always...

Shaking his forehead into the moisture of the morning's atmosphere, Rem slowly raised his face.

While intoxicated by the feeling of letting consciousness drift between sleep and the narrow of the present, Lem was renewing his perception that it was time to leave.

During the night, nothing noticeable had come of it, and warcraft and bandits never even showed signs before them. Nevertheless, it seems that Lem wasn't exhausted either. I couldn't stand the time without the seemingly changeable changes, until my consciousness was about to lose to my sleeper, transferring my consciousness to the aforementioned semi-awakening state, and also spending time resting on myself.

Stand up and stretch your body in the cool air of the morning.

It's a sloppy trick. I would never do it in front of someone else's eyes, but now I just subaru sleeping beside me, even if I could see it -.

"Shh, Subaru!?

Surprised not to fly, Rem realizes the fact that there was a boy right next door wrapped around a blanket.

The boy who was leaning this way had lost his support, slowly rolled over to the meadow, and was just hanging around with his face up.

In a panic, Rem compares what that Subaru looks like to the dragon car behind him. Late at night, while Rem's consciousness was away from his awakening, he must have rolled in next to Rem.

While I was frightened by the fact that I didn't realize that, on the other hand, I realized how much I allowed my heart to Subaru and now my face is red.

With such a maiden reaction, Rem thought that Subaru's current behavior might be a good sign in his heart.

Subaru had the majority of reactions if he was awake, expressionless or just laughing or crying. That's how he got off the dragon car and acted willingly.

Gradually broken hearts began to come together, and Rem expressed hope that he might be reconfiguring his personality.

- All right, let's go home, Subaru.

If a change has been made, I'm sure we'll be heading in the right direction.

It's a mindset that's not who I am, but that would also be the result of being sensed by the boy in front of me. And that inner change seems somewhere loving to Rem.

Once again, he hugs Subaru, who is still asleep, and when he boards the throne, Rem wakes up the ground dragon. Give a shout out to the waking grounddragon, give him a drink of water, and then start over.

The wheel bites the ground of the street and slowly increases speed to start moving.

The journey will be roughly half, about seven or eight hours if you try it in time.

It is fuller than yesterday when I left with only a sense of sadness in both my strength and strength. Looking at the side of Subaru sleeping deeply, Rem increased his speed by communicating his feelings of deviation to the reins.

I'm sure it all goes in the right direction.

- Rem, yes, I believed him.

- There's something wrong with the air.

Rem running a dragon car noticed that when he was stroking his supporting arm into his dark hair with Subaru's head on his lap, which looked like he was having trouble sleeping.

Maybe it was because I had time to think slowly last night.

Having been somewhat convinced by the complex emotions in himself, Rem had something floating somewhere inside of the figure of Subaru, who had leaned himself in the middle of the night.

If that's why I was so late to notice such a clear anomaly, I was so stupid that I couldn't save myself.

"Too quiet..."

The road that runs down Reefaus Avenue has never been different from other dragon cars.

Though running along the streets, Rem is slightly off the main road for the shortest run to the mansion. While he felt the feeling of the wheel chewing grass on his ass, Rem should have been concerned, however, that there was no other presence around him without a shield.

There were also a number of strange points when I was alert to the raids of warcraft and bandits last night.

To an anomaly where you can't even hear a bug squeal before you couldn't feel the presence of any hostiles.

A bad feeling runs around the back of her brain.

The tranquillity of this hand, and the situation in which the creatures whisk their breath - because such things are always a precursor to transcendental alienation.

The discomfort of the Mazers area becoming stronger as the distance to the mansion decreases.

Rem puts his inner anxiety into the hand of holding the reins to further hasten the ground dragon, which already runs at a desperate rate.

I know you're forcing me to, but I need to know who this anxiety is as soon as possible now. If it's a concern, it doesn't matter. You can apologize to Subaru and to Ground Dragon for keeping you on an impossible journey and face the problem again.

But if the anxiety that smokes in this chest is real...

"- Sister?

It was an emotional dispute that did not belong to me that came to Lem's heart on the pretend.

- That's embarrassing anxiety, and Lem is in a hurry for a scratchy fact right away.

My sister, who is usually superficially tarnished, actually stands up courageously, even inside. Essentially, she moves far from moving, except that she is a lem tangle, her sister while her husband tangles or crosses paths.

I had enough 'anxiety' for her to convey empathy for Lem like that. And soon it scratched out, which means I restrained myself from passing it on to Rem.

That anxiety, which would not have been conveyed if the distance had been away, had reached Rem, who was in the process of returning from the King's capital.

And the lem who received it,

"Hurry up, we have to go back -!"

Hurry, and grip the reins even harder enough to make your hands white.

If things were going on at the Mansion as planned, the only people in that place would be my sister and Emilia. What if something went wrong in that state that was beyond the control of both of us? And if that's not unrelated to this anxiety...

Rem guided by a sense of impatience. She had the faults of being invisible around her when she worked hard, leaving faceless on the surface to herself to try and be calm on the inside.

The flaw, this time again, was that I stripped my fangs against her.

- In front of him, Rem saw the earth dragon's neck blow away in a stagnant world of time.