Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

Connected to the wall, unilateral discussions with Petergius were cut off and hours had passed since Subaru was abandoned.

Temperature is taken from the cold floor and Svalbard lying doesn't ask as his body thinks. The reason my consciousness is blurred is because I have lost my health and I have lost my temperature and a fever.

Subaru repeatedly exhales bitterly as she gasps, drooling from the edge of her mouth. But there is not even on this occasion something that will embrace the Subaru of such a state, or, on the contrary, a being that will make you aware.

"Move all remaining left hand fingers, Death. The people on the street pay only on their right hand side, Mass. If you can't seem to handle it, you have to think ahead and block the way, Death."

In contrast to the debilitating Subaru at the edge of the cave's hall, Petergius is vigorous everywhere giving instructions with a high voice as he slaps his hand in the middle of the hall.

I can see that everything is full of life in my voice, in my eyes, in my movements, while I can only hope that my skeleton is wearing a person's skin.

I repeated it repeatedly, and found myself consciously doing so, behaving as I deserved the word 'diligently' to speak for myself. While he was such a person, it was hilarious that he uttered the name of the 'laziness' role, but nothing funny about it is on this occasion.

The shadows of black outfits that take turns and emerge one after the other under Petergius sitting in the center of the cave. Who are they alone, who bring a whisper to Petergius that does not tremble the air, and when they turn to the instructions of Petergius, who received it, they dissolve again into darkness as a shadow.

Petergius is the only one who does not move, and cannot discern them from visiting instead, but if they are all different people, then twenty is crossed.

A group of black outfits that emerge from the shadows - those images stimulate the mind as if what leads to only memories.

"- Oh, that's what you said, Death. Did you feel comfortable talking about Death?!?

Petergius moves where all the black shadows are gone and we are alone again. He casually walked toward Subaru, looking down at his face, which became red with a fever,

"Is that a hard death? Is that a painful death? Is that sad Death? Are you mad at me, Death? If you're a comrade, it's not stingy to be in person, Death, but do you want it, Mass?

――――

"Oh, you're a dead end!

Subaru responds to the madman who comes close to his face by turning away silently.

Seeing it, Petergius knocked on his knees for fun, turning away and leaning his neck,

"Death is starting to react a lot like that, isn't it, Death? One more step, just a few more swings, and I think you'll find out, Death."

――――

"I don't know what to expect, Death. What am I supposed to bring, Death? What can I do to shake your heart and reward you for love? Fine... Death!

One exuberant, Petergius screaming with a tranced look to leave Subaru behind.

And, on the verge of him entering his world again as before, and starting to drool his paranoia as he immerses himself in joy, interrupts the pretense.

"Oh hey?

In front of Petergius looking back, one black shadow after another stretches out of the ground.

A black outfit that only appears to have grown out of the shadows - the number is roughly over ten, and when they kneel on the spot, they look up to Petergius and remain silent.

to their appearance like that. Petergius kept his hips, his neck, his eyes tilted,

"What is it, Death?

――――

"Oh, my God, the siege net on your left? Alone? Isn't that great, Death! Inferior in number, wounded but still desperately eating down...... on the contrary what an impudence and laziness of eagle fingers! No way they got away with this, Death?

――――

"You haven't run away? Instead of going outside for help, are you diving inside? Full of creativity! We don't even know how many. Come here! Oh, that's, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it - what a loving, diligent thing Death!!

He slaps his hand, his face shines his eyes, and Petergius looks back at Subaru with a bouncing trick. And when you bend in and gaze at Subaru, you smile like a child,

"Be glad, Death! That you are so strongly thought of! Something diligent is betting on you, Death! Oh, my brain, my brain, my brain trembles!

Spitting in excitement, defiling Subaru's face, Petergius rose and walked around busily among the shadows kneeling,

"Girl, are you coming Death? Oh, are you guys back with that, Death? That's good! Very good Death! I really, really want to welcome you. I have to pick you up, Death!

――――

"Yes! Suppose you do, Mass! Mobilize your left finger and guide us to the entrance! If you fall on the way, that's good again, too, and if it doesn't seem to arrive, you'll be welcomed, Mass. Oh, oh, oh, isn't that great, Death!!

Petergius that makes you play delightful colors. The word doesn't convey the meaning.

Subaru, however, twirls himself and opens his mouth with a look floating in the heat. With a mouth that only leaks groans, but is guided by a sensation that you can't tell from the inside out.

But...

"- Eh."

My mouth doesn't make a sound as if it's blocked by something I can't see.

It's not the same as the feeling of your throat being blocked by fear or other emotions. More clearly, the feeling that your mouth is blocked by physical interference.

Subaru opens his eyes to the feeling of obstruction with his invisible palm against his mouth. And Petergius, who shook Subaru like that, was a jerk,

"Well, don't be in such a hurry... we have time from Death"

Kettle, Kettle, and the thirsty laugh of Petergius tree spirits in the cave.

To its sounds, to the unpleasant ringing of its ears, Subaru's mouth cannot spin anything even if it loses its sense of obstruction. I just waited jizzily for time to pass, with no nagging laughter, no tears, and repeated rough breaths.

- The change came within less than an hour of then.

As always, the black outfits keep kneeling with silence. Between them Petergius walks silently around the zigzag, only the footsteps and Subaru's rough breath shake the atmosphere in the hall.

At first, his face was raised by a black shadow kneeling in the closest place to the passage leading to the hall.

One fanatic after the other brings his face to the person's movements. Their gaze was uniformly directed towards the entrance of the cave, and Petergius, who noticed their movement, looked at you again - so much so that he smiled with joy that he wondered if the edge of his mouth had torn.

Hello, Death.

A delightfully colored grunt had been anointed by a resounding roar.

The sound of a squeamish mass crushing into bomb-like power and destruction violently shakes the cold air in the cave. Everyone on the spot felt that the sound of chaining transmitted the hard ground and also reached the rolling Subaru, where the entrance was opened with a rambling knock.

The shadow rises loosely and stands with the cross removed from his nostrils in his hand.

The only way a dozen people can get in and move around is to say that the cave is narrow. It is this hall that is quite large, but still two school classrooms at best.

It's not big enough to fly around, run around, do something. And that was a rather convenient condition for an inferior number of intruders.

What, her prey,

- I found it.

I could see in the distance that the black shadow of the iron sphere that would fly would be swept away, slapped against the wall and turned into a red stain.

The iron sphere, which easily took three lives in the first shot, is a special weapon that, if struck directly, takes away life at its roots - with no other option but to avoid it, but even in narrow caves it is difficult.

An iron sphere falling to the ground crushes rock skin, and spines painted on blood and flesh pieces make a heavy noise and drag. The girl who steps forward dyes her hair to a darker color that was blue, still turns her gaze into the hall without losing light, and finds the falling boy.

My lips, loving, trembling, breathing small,

"Good, Subaru-kun -"

The girl who called Subaru's name and pulled out her shoulder strength like she was relieved - Rem.

The figure was so miserable that it was often shown that it had cut through the spectacle.

There is no place in the whole body that is not wet with blood. The blue hair dyed darker and the burnt apron dress had no white spot and no shards left. Torn, ripped skirts peek through both legs engraved with a number of lacerations, more importantly the left arm has no elbow-to-tip presence.

Blood dripping from his broken forehead blocked his left eye, and Rem, smiling loudly, put the scent of blood and death all over his body, pushing himself to this point, which was not enough for a full-blown creation.

"Oh - what a wonderful thing, Death!

And before such an amazing likeness of her, Petergius raises his praise.

He also forgot the fact that his people had been murdered by her in front of him, but rather took steps on the spot with pleasure and pleasure as a further ingredient in uplifting himself about it,

"The girl! One girl! This is all scratched up, Death! For what, Death for this boy! You're blessed with love and living in love again, too, Death, who brings you so far to rescue a boy loved by a witch!

"You can count on me, witch..."

Petergius is so delightful that he stands between Subaru and Lem blocking and creating bubbles at the edge of his mouth. Rem exposes him to such madness. Looking cold at him,

"You are the lords of the Mazers' realm, a bunch of insane people who work unsuccessfully in the realm without the permission of Master Roswar. On behalf of the Lord, who is not here, Rem will send down his message."

"Death in such a worn out, worn out way? Stop talking like you can or won't, Death. Besides, you just came to bring this boy back, Death. Don't say any good decorative words, Death."

Crouch, Petergius grabs Subaru's head and makes him raise his face.

to Petergius, who grabbed his hair delightfully, raising and lowering the head of the reluctant Subaru,

"... Ru"

"What Death?

"Don't touch that person, I'm telling you!!

Lem's body, barking in anger, jumps and dances through the universe using his wounded body badly.

The black shadow that stood on the ground also ran up to the universe, as it chased her who flew. Two shadows flying against Lem. A black outfit wielding the blade of a cross dissolving in the darkness chases him to the body of a lem leaping in a straight line.

――――

Aim for the shaken blade not to skewer Lem's torso from directly below. but she turned herself with her left arm against the attack from the bottom - waving an arm without a tip from her elbow, avoiding the blade to blur it against her body in the hollow.

"Ruh!

Shake your right arm and an iron ball linked to that movement crushes the face of one of the black outfits. Her fist squeezing the pattern at the same time hits the other head straight, sinking the skull and knocking it off.

With the fall of the two bodies, Rem's body lands in the middle of the hall. It was the heart of the fanatics that were gathering there and everyone thought that they had made a mistake in judgment.

In fact, when the fanatics put up their blades, they arrive with the girl who breaks her knee on the landing.

The number of blades penetrated is not even enough fingers in the girl's hands, and if bathed, it is inevitable that it will have a fatal impact. But...

"-El, Huma!!

In response to the cries of a blood-soaking lem, a fallen corpse jumps beside her. No, the blood that was overflowing from the body changed its appearance due to Mana's interference.

A spear of blood protruding from the ground to stretch out tailored the inadvertently rushed black shadow into a skewer in reverse. The frozen blood spear is brittle, piercing and at the same time breaking from the ground up and losing its shape,

"- Ah!"

I bought enough time for Rem to just blow off the heads of the fanatics who stopped legs.

Blood, brains, parts of the skull are scattered and hot air rises in the cold air of the cave. Whenever a lem who mass produces death waves his arm, a body is born and a mountain is built.

The number of black outfits that were in the hall was approximately fifteen. Already the majority of them lost their lives before Rem's attack, and it's unlikely they'll stop her suddenly in the remaining numbers.

Lem's advantage was unquestionable. Injured, missing arms, and still, her strength overwhelms that of the black outfits.

And yet, why not?

"Oh, oh..."

Petergius leaks a hot exhale as he holds his face down and sees the followers sink into tyranny.

What increases anxiety so much that its appearance tells us that it is not shaken by sadness, fear, anxiety, but comes from pure round-the-clock aughter.

Next to Petergius, Subaru sees the battle of the rambling Rem.

The reason for the sight is the way she fights is creeping into her brain.

I don't know. I don't want to know. I'm not trying to figure it out.

But there is something that comes through. I have the urge to gush out of my chest at her appearance that bleeds, wounds, and still keeps fighting.

If you speak of that anxiety, or you have to.

But if you do that, you can lose yourself. I have to worry about what's right and what's wrong and why this had to happen.

Fear that, but not really, prioritize your own cuteness. Not really, Subaru is -.

"My brain, it trembles"

Saying, Petergius stood up.

Petergius rocks the hem of the black coat of law and walks out gently in front. Unlike the faithful in their hands, they have nothing. On the contrary, there are no shards of war in the way you shake your hands loosely open and move forward in a relaxed manner.

A bare gesture that looks unrelated to strength, with a body made only of bones and skin.

Rem notices the walk of its existence, and one more, beating down another black shadow, she leaps. Hanging upside down against the ceiling, he stares at Petergius, who goes under his eyes.

The deflected knee builds up explosive force and her body, ejected at the next moment, the arm will smash Petergius' thin body to pieces.

But yet, why?

So much, the unpleasant feeling is scratching my mind...

"-M"

A plundered voice crawls slightly out of the back of his throat.

It's a fragment of a word that doesn't make sense, and it doesn't even put fine dust on the feelings you want to convey. But gasping, lifting his face, he pushed wide open his eyes, which were untouched,

"... ram"

In a whispering, weak voice, he spoke his name for the first time.

"- Ah."

Has the voice reached her only if it seems to scratch out?

I turn myself upside down in the universe, and there is a softening emotion in the face of the girl who was painting her blood.

My lips loosened slightly, my eyes stared Subaru and trembled with joy,

- Countless crosses had skewered her and thrust her into the ground.

Subaru was losing his voice when he saw blood spread from the body of the fallen lem.

The sound of bitter ringing is constantly repeated, with agony groaning chained and sharp things poking at the flesh.

That's the sound of the blade of the cross poking Lem's body over and over again falling down.

One blade that has fallen out floats through the universe, poking again looking for skin that has not yet holed up. There were eight blades without owners, and they repeatedly pierced Lem's body, pulled through, and stabbed another place.

"The Power to Be 'Lazy' - Invisible Hands, Death"

Pompous, Petergius groans so, looking down at the bloody erupting lem.

He waved his lifted hands in front of his face, sticking them out to show it as he was handless.

"Reach out to unreachable places. Exchange something without moving. I strive diligently with my laziness - oh, to our 'laziness', my brain, trembles, thoughts, death!

A cross pulled out simultaneously pierces her body again simultaneously.

Rem's body, which no longer even buzzes, remains lying on the ground, tickled and motionless.

Seeing the end of that lem, Subaru has no voice.

My consciousness was beginning to turn away before a reality that was once again difficult to accept, when I opened my eyes, forgot to even breathe, and the end of a blue-haired girl sinking into darkness.

But...

"Running is unacceptable, Death."

The escape was blocked by Petergius, who grabbed his forehead and made him look up in a rambling manner.

To Subaru, who faces the pain and the shock, Petergius moved his face closer, dizzying with his open, seemingly popping grey eyes,

"Look, look, look, Death. The girl is dead, Death. I was martyred by love, Death. I pushed my wounds, I fought, I fought my fears, I came forward, and it was over without fulfilling anything, Death."

"Ugh, ah..."

"Look, Death. Burn it, Death. Your results."

"- Ah?"

Petergius pulls his face forward thoughtfully and does not distract him from Rem, who sinks into a sea of blood. He still pushes Subaru to the ground trying to escape, only fixing his face with his hands and exhaling a raw, smelly breath.

"Death as a result of your deeds. You did nothing, you were 'lazy'. That's why the girl's dead, Death! You killed Death."

"... you"

"With eagle arms! With eagle fingers! With the eagle's body! You killed him, Death!!

There was a sound of something pulling off a thousand times.

In front of him, in Subaru's sight, Rem's body bounces heavily.

My left arm was pulled a thousand times off my shoulder. Thousands of severed arms are released as if they were rubbish, rolling to expose the cold ground of the cave.

"Bump, bump, bump"

"... Meh"

Petergius mouths a tiny sound effect, and each time Rem's body is destroyed. His ears were cut a thousand times, his right ankle was screwed off, and the stabbed blade trembled and he pushed his wound wide.

Rem is being ravaged.

That dignity is offended in front of you, in a way that is easy and pleasant.

It's that sight, that sight that doesn't even distract you,

"- Petergius uuuuuuuu!!

Enough to get me back to Subaru, who was afraid to see reality.

Right on the side, I stretch my neck trying to bite off that whistle. but the shackles are out of the way and slightly unreachable. Get up front and drop your face to the ground with momentum. overlooking its Subaru, Petergius delighted,

"Oh, you finally got me a name, Death. Glad to hear it, Death!

"I will kill you, I will kill you... I will kill you, I will kill you, I will absolutely kill you. I'll kill you. I'll kill you! Kill me, kill me... die, let me kill you, die, die, die!

"I hate someone to live! Oh, it's a distorted and wonderful death. Death that both the eagle and the eagle fingers were worthy of diligent encouragement"

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you. You kill Rem. Kill, kill, kill. Ugh. Oh! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! Die, goddamn it! Oh, God, you're gonna die!

Spitting, spreading the curse, raising the anger of resentment.

His shackled arms swallowed, and he sucked the blood floating with shackles eating into his legs, and glowed dull.

You can cut a thousand arms, you can cut a thousand feet.

Now, on this occasion, if you can remove the shackles and kill the man in front of you, that's fine. I can't wait to hate, hate, hate. You should die. Don't let them live.

This man must surely, at this moment, be dead.

"It's getting a lot dirtier here, and it's time to say goodbye, Mass"

Knee-tapping, Petergius extinguishes his previous mad laughter on the fence and leaks his exhale.

Without knowing Subaru, who shakes his body with passion, he invites the surviving faithful to gather together,

"This place is supposed to give up, Mass. From Death faster than cleaning up. The trial is scheduled to take place the day after tomorrow, but the location is around the right index finger lurking. The rest of you follow your role as your left hand. However, it would be nice to have five fingers together and divide the numbers equally."

"Die! Die! Die, die, die. Hey!

Give the instructions quickly, and Petergius slaps his hand. and the faithful turn it into a shadow into a signal and return to the slightly dark darkness of the cave.

Petergius walks slowly through a cave that has thus greatly reduced the number of survivors.

high shoe sounds in the cave, away from it. Subaru throws a bloody scream,

"Wait, shit! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! Die there! Die now! Come on, die! Die! Die! He's not dead!!

"Oops, I forgot"

My legs stop and Petergius looks back in an easygoing manner.

To Subaru looking up at its face with hatred from below, Petergius nodded one,

"I really don't know where you stand, Death. So I thought I'd judge by whether or not the gospel would bring, Mass."

fingers up, Petergius leaned his neck ninety degrees, gloomy,

"Death is the only thing holding hands and feet together and waiting for you to be left alone. If Death were to bring you the gospel on this occasion, you would be helped."

――――

"If it helps, you're a comrade. If you can't help, you're just passing by. So, what do you say, Death?

The name, but Petergius flaunts, and now it is time to turn his back on Subaru. On his far back, Subaru still throws a curse, hitting as much as he hates not to kill Petergius, by word, by will.

Without making any of those effects felt in the footsteps, Petergius heads to the exit.

And on the way, stopping by the mutilated Lem's body,

"Oh, yes Death, yes Death. You worked very hard."

pounding and spilling, he corrected his spine in front of Lem's corpse, acting like he cut a cross,

"You martyred in love and fought full. And then, unreachable and torn, love loses its place of destination, and desire drifts through the void unfulfilled"

The mouth flickered as if to praise her, the words spoke of her inaction that her deeds had ended in vain, and the succumbing Petergius floated a mockery in his mouth,

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

In a way that was no more, he insulted the existence of one girl named Lem.

"- Huh!!!

A roar, a scream, echoes through the cave.

Anger enough to block his throat, unspeakable passion, carelessness enough to shed tears of blood, was forcing Natsuki Subaru to raise his voice.

Let's hear it, and Petergius gets the best praise.

Assholes, assholes and.

I can't stop walking.

Stopping that back, of course, doesn't make it possible to stop the roots of your breath.

I can hear the crap, the crap and the laughter forever and ever.

Assholes, assholes and.

Assholes, assholes and.

- Assholes, assholes, assholes.