Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

The laughter echoed the slightly darker and colder walls of the cave.

Kettle and what was so funny about Petergius continues to peel out his red, spot-stained teeth with blood attached.

Petergius, who seems to stay put forever if there is nothing to stop. Prior to that oddity, Subaru, who was supposedly targeted, leaned down and stared at the ground.

Subaru's figure is taken to the back of the hall in a black outfit, thrown out in a vein and restrained to the wall. The iron shackles had tightened their hands and feet so strongly that the paralysis that the blood tubes were squeezed was beginning to twitch and spread.

"Hehe, hihi..."

Subaru grins tightly as if he did not know any other expression in the sensation of paralysis of his hands and feet. Seeing it, Petergius slapped his hand with so much fun,

"Oh, that's hilarious, Death! Quite a sight for Xing to ride, Mass. Really, really, really no, my brain trembles..."

Drain blood from the wound on your left hand, wipe it with your right finger and apply it to your own forehead.

Petergius, smiling ferociously, was off track, drawing a speckle print on his forehead.

Subaru laughs naggingly when he sees a place different from reality and Petergius immerses himself in a world of pure madness. A shadow springs up in the pretense in a space where two madness laughs overlap that lightly impair the sense of reality.

He's a different shadow than the one who took charge of Subaru and brought him to the cave. The tall shadow does not even make a sound in a slippery motion, but leans beside Petergius,

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Boosh, and whine with such a loud voice that something reaches him alone.

And when Petergius heard it, he wiped away the ferocious laughter that had distorted his cheeks until then, and stopped it perfectly,

"Yes, Death, huh! Oh, that's, uh... my brain's trembling, Mass!

With the same nuance that made him the skin cut of an earlier ferocious laugh, but with a disastrous vicious phase on his expression that seemed to run chills through his spine, Petergius bites his left fingernail.

Bite, chew, chop, nails turned and blood flowed, and even spit meat, regardless,

"... oh, that hurts. Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. My brain, it trembles. Do it. We need time to stop! Scream! Call! My brain is trembling, Death!!

He waves his arm, and blood falls from his left hand, where he has his nails bitten off, into the cold ground of the cave.

The black shadow sees it without emotion, leaning slightly back - whispering to Petergius, who still exposes himself to madness, as he shows a bare gesture of gratitude.

"The left pharmacopoeia is devastated!? Oh, what a sweet trial Death that is! He said he's so diligently challenged... the world isn't as friendly to eagles today, Death!

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"Oh, that's good Death. Each remaining number of left pharmacopoeia joins the next finger. Hey, not yet, not yet, not yet, nine fingers and a mass. Don't worry, it's Death!

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"Yes... Death! Trial! Trial! This is a trial! It's all a test for the eagles to do as they please, Death! Illuminate, shine... oh, my brain shivers!

Spitting in joy, Petergius turns around on the spot with his head in his arms.

The voice of the black outfit is stubborn and not even heard in a closed space called a cave. Hence the conversation between Petergius and the Black Shadow was even pregnant with the funniest of one of Petergius's plays, applauding his eccentricity coupled with his disgust.

"Oh Death, Death, Death, Death, Death, Death!!

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"Death...... oh, is he Death? Do you care, Death? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Bend your hips and lower yourself, then further through your body Petergius approaches Subaru. Getting his face close, breathing out a raw odor somewhere, Subaru laughing naggingly looked up at the madness with his untouched eyes.

Opposite his black eyes, Petergius made his grey eyes so powerful that they seemed to pop out,

"Sure, sure, sure, sure. No wonder, disturbing, inexplicable... in this phase, the trials as they are, why are you like me?

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"Dragon car! Oh, dragon cars are good Death! Grounddragons are adorable and very good Death! Unlike humans, they also don't have any extra emotions. More importantly, Death has a great attitude in following people's orders diligently, working diligently, and trying to be diligent!

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"I killed him! Oh, that's good Death again, too! I had no choice but to pull him down! Oh, you guys are diligent Death again! Great, good thing Death! By the eagle, if it's the fingers of the eagle's hands, then being diligent is more important than anything, Death! No, no, no! WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW, DEATH!!

Petergius who distracts his body and shows so much flexibility that Ayama's head is likely to reach the ground. with a tranced look as it were, he woke himself up in recoil like a squeezed bow,

"The eagle finger diligence! I sent down a creature like a diligent chunk of ground dragon! Oh, my brain trembles. Shivering, shivering, shivering, shivering, shivering!!

He blushes with excitement at the madness that is incomprehensible to the constant man, and nosebleeds pour out of Petergius' nostrils on his lid.

Licking it with his tongue, which is likely to be on his mouth, Petergius dyed his face to a vermilion, loosening his cheeks with a sobering face,

"Oh... the dead dragon is really, 'lazy' Death."

Spilling so with a feverish eye, Petergius trembles to the top.

Then he brutally wiped his nosebleed with the sleeves of his coat of law, so cold that it made him wonder where he'd thrown his previously expensive emotions,

"Immediately clean the scene where the dragon car was destroyed. The presence of eagles must be avoided before the coming trial day. We should have paid for it. Death shouldn't have to worry about witnesses. Death... any passengers? I killed him properly. Is that Death?

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"Report in that regard? Oh, let's hear it. Generously, majestically, with immense love. The eagle treats the eagle's fingers with mercy, from the mass."

Spread his hands, Petergius snorts harshly as he rocks the hem of his coat.

bishop, behaved in accordance with that position, which he named. Seeing it, the black shadow remained stubbornly whispered as he drew his jaw,

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"There is one passenger...... a blue-haired girl. It takes your left pharmacopoeia fingertip to destroy the dragon car. Entering the battle to secure him... the breakdown of the drug finger was caused by the girl... life and death are unknown"

In response to reports of black shadows, Petergius shakes his neck to the left and right to rattle his bones.

He shook his neck to the left and right like a clock oscillator, twisting, twisting, swinging, shaking, and finally leaning forward like a

"Life, Death, No, Ming... Death, or"

Word out, then he slowly, slowly lifted his trembling head and turned his vain grey eyes towards his black outfit.

"You're a 'lazy' Death, aren't you?

Saying, include the left hand lifted by Petergius, with its pharmacopoeia in his mouth.

And shortly afterwards, without any hesitation, I thoroughly chewed the tip of that pharmacopoeia.

Between the back and back teeth the meat is crushed and the distaste that is squeezed into the rampage sounds boiling. Petergius bit his nails, chewed the meat, and stored the resulting blood in his mouth, bringing them together and spitting them out, grabbing the face of the black shadow with his bright red stained left hand.

"Situations where things are likely to be exposed before the trial! That's it! That's it. That's it. That's it. How you earnestly reward the gospel, Death! Oh, lazy! Lazy! Lazy, lazy, lazy!

Where in the body of bone and skin alone is such a force, Petergius swings his opponent to the right and to the left with his face grabbed, enough to run in charge of Subaru. Some black outfits will have an irresistible effect, but Petergius, violently shaking his opponent, looks up to the ceiling,

"And! eagle finger laziness is eagle laziness! Oh, please forgive my laziness, not rewarded by my love! All of this body, with the diligence of the Spirit, to live in keeping with the Gospel, to be there! I want you to forgive me, Death!

Releasing his hand from the black shadow, Petergius, kneeling, weeps, begging to see something there, as he prays when he joins hands stained with blood.

The brutally treated black outfit also follows its Petergius prayer, looking behind it to the ceiling in the same way, silent but self-infidelity, confessing sin.

- It was an anomaly, a sight.

Petergius switches from place to place without seeing joy and sorrow, without any signs. It is not a dimension of emotional instability, etc. It's how you're missing emotions.

The same goes for black outfits that take that for granted and don't even show any reaction to an assault on themselves. Seeing you follow Petergius, who named you bishop, or perhaps you should call him a believer. More rightly, though, fanatics.

"Love! You have to reward love, Death! Being lazy is unacceptable! We must obey the gospel! To the love given, you must return it by loving!

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"Find the Unknown Girl, Death! If you're alive, hold your breath! If you're dead, cut off the head of the body! I'm bringing you here, Death! I have to apologize for being lazy, Death!

A black shadow responds to the orders of the golden cuts, and the shadow disappears into the darkness of the cave to melt.

That's how the signs turned away, and Petergius was stunned for a while, exhaling rough with his knees on the spot,

"Well, well, well, well, well, well..."

On his knees, Petergius slips over to Subaru in a kneeling motion.

The movement of a hard, sharp rock skin rubbing its knees against the peeked ground is a self-inflicted act where the skin under the coat is only harmed by pranks.

those pains, looking out for the wounds. He peered into Subaru,

"What the hell are you, Death?

"Ugh... ahhh..."

"It doesn't seem like Death has been guided by the gospel, the compassion to the density drifting from its body. Truly, truly truly truly and truly at last. No, it's interesting... Death!

Face close, tongue out at such a distance that it seems to lick, Petergius looks at Subaru. but Subaru is not in a position to respond to his question.

Unchanged, Petergius muttered in trance, "Oh, my brain trembles," to Subaru, who sees somewhere not here.

"You must know a face other than 'arrogance', Death, but I don't think anything so spoiled has anything to do with the gospel, Death."

Spilling, he put his hand in his coat - pulling out a single book.

It's a black fitted book. Something about the size of a dictionary and its thickness is close to it. At first glance, it just seems like I brought up my favorite reading.

"Ah... feel the gospel, Mass. My brain trembles, ru..."

I stroked the black back cover with my fingers thanks to love, and there was enough to be extra to guess that it wasn't the case to leak a hot exhale.

With a book with no title or anything on it, Petergius slowly and severely begins to turn the page after enjoying the feeling for a moment.

"The Gospel says nothing about you. Whatever the problem that arose before this great trial, what is it now! That! I mean, no!

making a noise and closing the book, and spitting it up as I lifted it up,

"Death that about you is that it's not enough to take! The fact that your presence, which is never described in the Gospel, is entrusted to the eagle, Death! I wonder if it's so deep deep deep deep or not, while I'm being spoiled... what a contradiction you are! Oh, my brain, my brain, my brain."

Stick your finger in your temples and move your nails with the momentum you're likely to decide. The skin tears and the blood begins to spill.

Seeing that, Subaru still doesn't return a response. I just laugh naggingly and literally overlook Petergius' act of self-harm.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah... Oh, ignore, you lonely Death! So much, so much! Even though the eagles say they treat you favorably, Death!

Petergius' hand, which has been stretched, eagles Subaru's face, fixing Subaru's face wherever he may be looking, facing his own eyes.

Subaru, in a state of self-loss, also tries to resist that abusive act with his face on his face,

"- Look me in the eye, Death."

Quietly, the voice had seen the strongest force in his previous statements that had the least emotional swing, but did not make him say yes or no.

Birri, and Subaru's body trembles, and he sees Petergius', madly radiant, grey eyes as he can tell.

And

"Answer me, Death. Respond, Death. To inquire of eagles, to seek. Why are you here and why are you so spoiled? You don't have the Gospel with you, Death? So you've heard the gospel in person, Death?

"Oh, uh... hehe"

"I don't know, Death... but if you change the order, it's a mass."

Asked a standing question, Petergius tilts his neck ninety degrees to the right.

With his face tilted sideways, Petergius has brought his face even closer.

And

"Death asks."

"- Aww!

Petergius, with his face close, stretched his tongue and licked Subaru's left eye eyes with it.

He shows a rejection to a touch that deviates from his routine that his eyes are licked by others, and Subaru trembles as he rings the chains of his shackles.

But that was also until they heard the next word.

"- Why are you pretending to be crazy, Death?

I'm afraid of gray.

My eyes staring at me in front of me, I can't wait to see that I'm afraid of not turning away.

I tremble my body, turn away from my face, trying to escape those eyes, but the hands that grabbed my face are very hard, the chains that connected my body are terribly cold, and I cannot escape.

It hurts all over my body and I can't wait.

Threw out of a rolling dragon car, no abrasive wounds sustained all over his body have been treated at all. Under the torn clothes, the red rubbed wound accelerated the pain even as I saw it, and the bloodstain felt like it was somehow directly connected to a very unpleasant memory.

Where did the blue go?

Blue that always kept me on my side. Blue that was gently touching me. They fed me something, when I was anxious, they held my hand, the blue that did.

Without blue, if you had blue, you wouldn't have to be so afraid.

Green, brown, and white are not here.

All I have is black like I can't see anything and gray in front of me.

I didn't say anything, I didn't answer, I was also afraid of black just being there.

But gray is much scarier than that.

"You've heard the gospel in person, Death?

I don't know what you're talking about. I can't work my head off to understand. I have a huge desire to just refuse something even unpleasant, rejecting my body, my face, turning my mind away.

but the other person wouldn't allow it, and the gray came even closer to his face,

"I don't know, Death... but if you change the order, it's a mass."

As I said, I've kept my face close, gray. A tongue stretching out of its mouth, an unusually long tongue, a red tongue that had just licked the dripping blood, loomed relentlessly over here,

"Death asks."

- I've twisted the surface of my left eye, directly above my eyes, so that my tongue can abuse me.

A gushing aversion, an overwhelming fear, rings the chain to expose rejection. But gray doesn't try to stop doing that. Even more pleasantly, turn the tongue to the back of this eye and roll the eyeball over the tongue.

Disgusting, disgusting, forgiving, helping, fearful, fearful.

Fear, fear, fear, fear, fear.

"- Why are you pretending to be crazy, Death?

Fear, fear, fear, fear, fear...?

I didn't know what they said.

To the discomfort of being licked in the eyes, to the disgust of being able to stare, to the fear of visible madness, but therefore to the rejection, the body that should have been trembling stops perfectly.

Shut up, open your mouth, and keep your open eyes licked.

"Why are you pretending to be crazy, Death?

I heard repeated, grey inquiries.

"Awwwwwww!!

"No, no, no, no, no, no, I actually doubt it, Death. Why, why, why are you pretending to be insane, Death?"

Don't ask. Don't put it in your ear. Knowing is unacceptable.

Shake your head, shackle your shackles and sound your shackles, disconnect your consciousness. Keep the words of the man in front of you away from your ears. Listen, realize, don't know.

"Unconsciously, what a convenient way to escape, Death. You should be conscious, understand yourself, and pretend to be insane on it, Death."

"Ahhh! Phew! Ugh, oh!

"Your madness is too rational. I don't do crazy things like buy such clever, adult, sympathetic, to be loved, Death."

He raises his voice, screams so much that his throat is about to rip open, and tries to erase the man's voice. but the man has rather plugged words in to mock this one's behavior like that, and then sew a gap in consciousness.

"I can't do it. Madman acting death. If you are serious about going crazy, if you are going to immerse yourself in a world of madness in the true sense, you should not be aware of other people's eyes or anything else. Even if the world isn't complete by itself, going mad means coming off Death!

"-Baha! Ahhh! Bubba. Oh!

"Oh, hilarious, hilarious Death! Why are you pretending to be a lunatic or something Death!? From what's really off, I can't wait to peel, see, and freak out such a top surface right away!

Words I don't want to hear, things I don't even want to know, pour in my tympanic membrane.

Painful. Disgusting. Something is swelling up in my chest. Something black is screaming for me to go outside. You can't just let that go out there.

If that goes outside, if that happens,

"Pity, pity! You miserable, ugly, vile, short and sinful, oh, eagle is pathetic, Mass! What the hell do you need to reject while being loved so much! You just don't drown in the love you're given, you just don't reward your love, you don't refuse, you hope to weather in stagnation, Death."

The grey man shook his head and threw this one face he was grabbing at.

The thrown head clashed against the wall behind him, sparks scattered, and bitter ringing leaked into sharp pain.

But the man didn't even point the dust consciousness at him like that, and screwed another finger into the wound on his chewed finger earlier, still inducing bleeding.

"Oh, oh, you... 'lazy' Death!

Pan, I made a noise and I felt something crack in my head.

I haven't heard anything. I'm not hearing anything. It's all madman bullshit. I didn't shoot one thing, and I didn't get one thing to the truth.

I don't know anything, I don't understand anything. It should be. That's what happened. It has to be.

Otherwise, I...

"Oh, that's it, Death"

At the moment when the blackened thing swelled up in my chest and it was about to explode now, the man squirmed more pompously, erasing the momentum until then on the pretend.

As soon as possible, a sense of crisis that would poppy the skin that had arisen until then distracted the looming light of madness in front of her, and her powers fell out of her unknowingly pressing whole body.

"Not really, yes, not really, not really, from the troubled masses if you hunt them down. Often, poorly, you can take the time to think about it, Death. If you face your love sincerely, you'll get your own answer, Death."

"Ah... Ugh..."

What the hell is this man saying?

From one to ten, every word a man utters does not reach this understanding. Even though it doesn't arrive from this side, the man behaves as if he's in control of everything here, as if he understands this one in the invisible dark, like a gentle adult pulling the toddler's hand, like a demon confusing the stray across the suspension bridge.

Don't understand. Don't try to understand. Not to mention that I can't think like that right now. You mustn't.

If you understand that, that's why you can't go back.

"Oh, if I may... that you are not lazy, but diligent"