Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

- When I realized, my consciousness was in deep, deep darkness.

In a darkness that spreads unconsciously, consciousness circles its gaze in search of change.

The pitch-black that goes on everywhere seems to last until the end of the world, or the world has given it a boxyard-like sense of obstruction that extends only within reach.

Where is this place, and why are we here?

That kind of question comes to mind, but that's even weird.

I don't even know who I am to think that way.

Only consciousness drifts into the void, and no will is conveyed to the vessel of flesh that supports it.

Standing. I have feet on the ground. Underfoot and Conscious, however. It was assimilated to darkness covering up vision, literally even making scaffolding uncertain.

- Pretend, there's a change in a world where all the darkness spreads.

The shadow starts to shake to distort, and the space in front of you starts to crack.

After just a moment of anomaly, it was one figure that emerged from the place.

I think it's a woman's shadow. And what can I name an emotion that cannot be made into a word that has spread in my chest the moment I recognize it?

I want to rush over to that shadow so that I can be rushed by the explosively swollen emotions. but the feet do not follow their will unchanged and there is nothing they can do against distant shadows.

Even if I want to speak up, I don't know what to say, and how to make words.

Even if I want to weep carelessly, I don't know how to expose my emotions.

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything.

But the shadow slowly stretched his arms out to shrink the undiminished distance from the other side, as if he understood such a thought of this one.

Those hands approach each other slowly, surely, to a huggable distance -,

- I love you.

Pleasure conveyed from touched fingertips, and joy engulfs the whole body -,

Subaru was falling flashly the moment consciousness retraced time and dwelt in the flesh.

"Whoa!? Duh, what's up, brother!?

He looks down at Subaru, who fell vegan on the street without touching it before, and raises or lowers his hands with Cadmon's hasty bare gesture across the counter.

Stuck in breath by the shock of a thoughtful fall, Subaru created a senseless abrasion, with his face to the pain.

"No... hey, I slipped my foot"

"I mean, you slipped it, you lost one leg. It was momentum, right? You okay with the way you stand, the way you walk? If you lose anything other than common sense, you can go out with me now."

"I don't need it. I'm worried... you know, other than common sense? You know, it's like I'm some kind of common sense, unreliable guy."

"Exactly. Oh, I find it more difficult to deal with when I think you're in trouble with the nobles."

Tongue-in-cheek at the scattered cadmon to express his dissatisfaction.

And, on the pretend, Subaru learned the feeling of being pulled off his sleeve, and immediately afterwards he felt the warm fluctuations transmit to his flesh. Looking back, turning his neck to its warmth,

"- Were you okay? Subaru."

As I said, there was a figure of Rem clapping his hands at the wound of the fallen Subaru.

The mana of water coming from the touched fingers interferes with Subaru's abrasions, increasing its healing power to stop the bleeding and heal.

realizing the pain was diminishing, while at the same time I came to Subaru's chest to

"Rum......"

…… Yes, it's Rem. "

To Subaru, who calls himself famous for his weak plundering voice, Rem leaned his neck wonderfully, then

"What's wrong with you? You look like you've met a dead man. Even if you don't worry, Rem is here properly. It's Subaru-kun's lem."

Unusual for her, make her smile with a joking mouthful.

So much so that Svalbard's now shredded look would have seemed painful to her. And the phrase 'like I met a dead man' in her mouth is not funny at all.

It's really not a funny word at all.

"Rem, I..."

"It's hard. I think it's much more subaru to be laughing than clouding your face. That's why I was trying to get you to laugh."

Rem frowning faintly like trouble. and Subaru's abrasions were completely healing while he was doing so. I saw it and Rem nodded one thing, "It's over," and I tried to let go of the finger I was touching.

――――

"Subaru?

Grabbing that distant finger from the top, Subaru was trying not to let the warmth escape.

Rem looks up at this one with a surprised face at the forceful Subaru behavior. but when she sees painful emotions floating colorfully on Subaru's expression,

"Really, what's wrong? From Subaru... Well, I'm glad you did this, but I'm surprised it's too sudden."

"Thin. Small.... warm, right?"

"Small is something I don't really want to be told because I care a little. It's about Subaru, but it's natural to be warm about it. - He's alive."

To that one word, Subaru looks up haha and lems.

from the front, her eyes and gaze intertwined, and Rem remained loving there,

"Did you get anxious? But Lem is here. Subaru saved my life. So it's okay."

- No, it's not.

Subaru let Rem die. Killed. Twice, merciless and cruel.

For the first time, or fundamentally, it could have had nothing to do with Subaru. But not the second time. The second time, without any excuse, Rem died for Subaru.

To protect Subaru, to save Subaru, to save Subaru, to exhaust his life, to squeeze out his life, and to die for Subaru.

Rem in front of me doesn't know that.

How much pain and humiliation I have been inflicted upon myself, and I have died unharmed at the end of it.

Only Subaru knew that.

And if the situation were the same again, Lem would not hesitate to try to defend Subaru in the exact same way, being equally abused and spreading his life.

――――

If he noticed, Subaru was squeezing Rem's little hand and leaning down not to show his face, trying to push it away trying to overflow from the inside.

In response to such Subaru reactions, Rem trembles at his fingertips anxiously as to whether he has said something that would bother Subaru. But that's a flash, too. Did she think that attitude would make Subaru extra afraid,

"It's okay. It's okay. It's okay."

Gently, I slapped Subaru on the back with the hands of those who were available so as to refrain from children.

As stroked, as merciful, until Subaru was raised in his face.

Be gentle all the time and love all the time.

"I'm sorry you're busy, but if you're screwed there, you're not in business."

That's what Cadmon said when he got rid of the two of them, watching a scene at the store.

Usual Subaru would say, "It doesn't matter if we're here or not, you're not made up as a business in the first place!" and so on. I almost touch the scales, but I can't afford that much mental space in Subaru right now.

Just follow the hand-grabbing lem and leave the spot with the sleaze.

Instead of turning this one away immediately, at least the conscience of the shopkeeper was shown around not trying to disrupt the place until Subaru settled down, but unfortunately there was no room in Subaru to realize that again.

Right now, there's only one emotion that dominated Subaru's chest.

- Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

Because after death, it's just an overwhelming hatred that won't disappear when you rewind time.

Petergius Romaneconti.

That's the name of the enemy of Subaru's destiny. The worst murderer ever to commit an unforgivable felony and slaughter Rem and villagers.

Killing the man was the mission entrusted to Subaru today.

"Always, I'll hold your breath... with my hands"

I'll distort that murder phase with my own hands. Think so A dark joy arises in Subaru's chest, with a distorted kind of smile in his mouth that has never floated before.

Stab, tear, crush, chop, make him beg for his life to kill.

Just imagine that, and the impulse for an indelible laugh creeps up from the back of my throat.

"... Subaru, do you have a minute?

and the lem, which lasted half a step behind, stopped Subaru immersed in such depressing delight.

I stopped to that voice and Subaru said, "What's up?" I look back to Rem. She stared jizzily at Subaru's face, tinkling her well-shaped nose,

"No...... it could be Rem's mistake. Just a little bit, from Subaru... I think the scent of not being good has intensified."

"It doesn't smell good, does it?"

I rub my nose against her arm to her point and try to smell that smell, but I can't tell.

More than Rem says, the dark smell drifting from Subaru must be the scent of a 'witch'. In retrospect, Petergius' remarks also made a number of things close to it. It was a previously considered and forgotten idea.

"After all, does my return to death have anything to do with witches...?

Every time I try to reveal my return to death, the signs of witches surrounding Subaru get stronger.

In the Warcraft Forest, I took it backwards and so on, but I left it unattended because of my subsequent busy schedule and so on.

The unconscious aversion to drawing that conclusion was also perhaps part of the strong power that the word witch has.

Before starting into a thought he had never tried to do before, Subaru laughs at Rem looking anxiously at himself as he pushes silently. And

"Don't look weird, Rem. My pretty face is ruined, and it's dark ahead. Why?"

"I'm sorry. Rem is worrying, so I really..."

"Don't worry. Whatever it is, I'm no different than a human being, and I don't lose out on that smell. On the contrary, I'll do whatever it takes."

There are never many bills that Subaru can hold.

In this world, Subaru does not have the kind of bills that ordinary people have. The characteristics that may then be different from the other hand tags must be considered positive whatever they may be.

What is the scent of a witch? In the Forest of the Warcraft, did you not manipulate the malice and treat it conveniently? You can always do that with your own hands.

Rem was often silent in Subaru's laughter, letting his gaze wander to worry about what attitude he should take. To support that unboiled attitude of hers, Subaru offered his hand after scratching his head,

"Look, let's go. If you're anxious I'm going somewhere, just get me."

"Huh?"

"You'll never win if you compare your powers, and then you feel safe, right?

Rem looked Subaru in the face at his hand at what he said while including a blindfold beyond words,

"Yes."

Take that hand with a smile and stand next to Subaru, not half a step.

That's how the two of us walk out side by side. Lem leans down small and looks at his hand, holding still, closes his mouth firmly and, without saying anything, adjusts his speed to Subaru's walk.

With her such a jerk, Subaru continued to make her want to kill, savoring the warm palm of her hand as she proceeded towards the aristocratic district of Wang Capital.

The hand and the hand are connected, but the mind is pointing the other way.

Everywhere Natsuki Subaru's heart was enchanted with darkness, starvation and depth.

This loop was the third of its kind for Subaru.

Loop for the first time when the badge is stolen on the first day of the summons.

The second time the loop starts with the Warcraft noise at the Roswar Mansion.

And this is the third time, a loop that still engages with unclear witchcraft in its entirety.

Subaru, who should have already died twice in that third loop.

At the time of the previous loop, in the dawn of returning to death, the situation until then was sorted out and somehow fattened to work out a way.

"Pity story..."

This time, for the first and second time, there was a flaw that both of those memories were uncertain.

I remember the first time the world was blurred.

Going for the mansion in a dragon car with Rem, Subaru, who was left on the way, headed for the mansion with Otto. And on the way, Otto and I broke up, and we reached the village - from which there is a considerable amount of ambiguity in our memory. The pieces of information I can recall are Lem's death, Lam's death. On top of that, I died somewhere in the mansion, only in that.

Worse in the second world.

I have no memory at all of it when I come back, and it is the face to face with Petergius that my memory begins to be clear, and it is also necessary to proceed with the clock needle until before and after the murder of Rem.

We may have no choice but to think of the broken mental state of Subaru leading up to that point, but the memories up to that point are left with nothing but fragmentary and even finer fragments. When did I stop by to collect shards of that memory and remember...

"Petergius Romaneconti......"

It was the name of a hateful lunatic and the source of Subaru's ability to act today.

Understanding the impudence of his own placed predicament, Subaru had to take his thoughts further into depth.

In other words, we have to pick something important out of its scattered first and second memories and break through the loop this third time - we have to kill Petergius. For that reason, I have to work my nerves to the point where my brain burns.

First of all, a formal time limit is what we need to think about.

It will probably be around half a day since Subaru arrived in the village, when the raid on the Roswar mansion, and the village immediately adjacent to the mansion, will be attacked by witches.

In the first and second worlds, there should be no fact that the date has fluctuated significantly. Considering that for the first time in the world Subaru left the Krush mansion three days after his troubles at Cadmon's and then returned to Mazers territory in about two days,

"The time limit is five days, no, four and a half days...?

I just have to bite my teeth about running out of time.

The size of the trip is too different, but the time available is almost the same as at the last mansion. In that limited time, we must exterminate the witches - or ensure that Petergius alone does.

Once you have confirmed the time limit, the next step is to confirm what is necessary to break through the loop.

Avoidance of mansion and village raids, and the extermination of witchcraft. The definitive killing of Petergius. Those are the issues that Subaru has to do this time.

None of that, if you poke it purely, is one last thing - if the murder of Petergius comes to pass, it is nothing more than a condition of being recovered one by one.

In other words, the conditions under which this fate stuck Subaru were:

"It means killing Petergius."

Everything can be saved by killing him, the roots of all evil, his vicious killer.

It is a terribly simple and understandable rule this time around. All you have to do is give the answers you need to achieve that simple condition.

A witch led by Petergius - whose power is not on a scale that he can resist alone, at least. Even Lem in a haunted state, overwhelmed by individual forces, is ultimately murdered. It is unclear how far Petergius' alien 'unseen hands' and the others are involved there, but there is no way she can push one of her problems that far in the first place.

What is needed to counter the population is still the power of the population.

The power of Mazers territory over such numbers of violence is considerably lower. Besides, I've never seen a lord, Roswar, lead a private soldier. Normally, if you are a lord, you should have one end of the battle force in your formation, but in Roswar's case, the accumulation of power in your hand is unknown, not least because your collective annihilation is too high.

At least there's no way that unknown group has resisted the last two raids. You can erase this choice from your head.

No, in retrospect,

"In the first place, where was Roswar during that raid...?

First or second time, Subaru hasn't witnessed what he looks like.

Until the second time, he was present at the scene of the collapse of the mansion, and it can be said that the safety of three people and one, with the exception of Rem and the villagers, was unknown. but at least roswar has overlooked it when it comes to raiding his own territory, the village, and there is no sign that he has exterminated the witches.

Possible are:

"Roswar was assassinated instantly, ambushed and unable to fight. Or in an important situation where you have to be, absent...?

If the former leaves no choice but to exhale in the vicinity of the witch, and if the latter leaves no choice but to exhale in the wickedness between. In fact, Roswar was away from the Mansion at the time of the last incident, a man with a proven track record of not being in a pivotal setting. It's not possible.

In the process of remembering them further, Subaru recalls the last period of the loop. It's

"I smashed the mansion, I don't know why. Big creature."

He was so much a four-legged beast with an incredible giant body that he mistakenly saw it as a mansion.

The appearance of freezing the world with the cold air scattered around it was a crimp, and although it was not clear, it was probably also the freezing death caused by that cold air that Subaru died of.

If that was one of the trumpets of witchcraft,

"Plus, too much fighting power"

Even if you can just fight witchcraft, Lem alone stands out for his shortage as a force of war. Nonetheless, it would be out of the question if Lasbos were to hold back behind it.

Therefore, the urgent need for Subaru is power, whatever it takes. It was also just enough power to cross with witchcraft and super-large boss characters.

And Subaru was to blame for that power.

It's...

When Subaru was taking Lem home to the Krusch mansion, the time had already fallen short in the evening, and the color of the day was when Zhu began to darken.

"Welcome home"

And it was Wilhelm who welcomed the two in front of the gate.

After breaking his hips lightly in the distance, he leaned over and looked at the two people walking and narrowed his eyes,

"Hmm. Lord Subaru, I have no choice but to cheat on a boy, but I'm not impressed personally."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Wilhelm? Rem is just holding my hand so I don't get lost. What?"

"Yes, of course it is. Rem is very worried if he hasn't kept his eyes and hands off him to avoid getting lost. I don't think you can be alarmed inside the mansion."

"No, I think that's just fine..."

When Subaru responds to Wilhelm's teasing voice, he can put his strength into the hand that Rem held with weird stubbornness. With a bitter smile on it, Subaru turned again to Wilhelm,

"Does it feel like someone is coming to see Mr. Krusch again?

The inquiry comes from looking at a dragon car parked beside Wilhelm.

It was not this again hairy - it was the elegant black dragon whose hard skin looked glossy somewhere - that drew the vehicle to the fore with its luxurious decorations.

It is unclear if there are bloodlines or anything like horses, but at least it has a style that draws a line with the ground dragons we have seen so far.

Neither does he who sits on the podium correctly wear his courtesy clothes in folds, nor does he show a bare gesture to slap one mouth in vain more than he saluted here.

Seeing the meaning of Subaru's inquiry and gaze, Wilhelm pulled his jaw,

"Yeah, that's right. Since the announcement of his participation in the King's race, Mr. Kursch has been asked to see more. Some of them are invited by Kursch."

"So they're trying to sesame someone who might be the king of the future. Well, I guess there's a lot of hard work around there."

Wilhelm smiles bitterly when he trivially describes the facts. And then he looked Subaru in the eye and tightened that look.

to that attitude. I twisted my neck wondering what happened to Subaru,

"Lord Subaru. What, was it also a change of heart downstairs?

"Yeah? He said he suddenly let it go. Do I look different?

Stand aside in a sharp voice and shrug your shoulders, Subaru lets you twirl around on the spot. Wilhelm turned a blind eye to the way it looked as Rem with his hands held together was also turned together.

"Darkness is nesting in my eyes. Something real, something undisputed."

Perfect, he stopped his legs and Subaru erased the grin that had slipped out of his face.

And what comes up from under the ambiguous grin is the 'real thing' smile.

"I don't like that, Mr. Wilhelm. Looks like something's changed for me, sus."

"I guess it can't be a small change. To dwell in that slightly dark light, we need a reason not to be. - I know that."

Wilhelm, who responded so with a low voice, also engraved a faint smile on his mouth.

There are no bright signs there, and Svalbard gets convinced in his chest, perceiving that what is there is a sharpened emotion for 'something' that is purely painted and consolidated.

Wilhelm is also the one who is making people want to kill something unforgivable. So I guess he also found out about Subaru, as Subaru found out.

"Will you turn me away?

From Wilhelm's point of view, there will be some hesitation in bringing the present danger of Subaru closer to the Lord. But Subaru was half sure it wouldn't.

And the fact,

"No, Lord Subaru may wish to be exchanged. Compared to you before, when you weren't trying to see anything, you are much more preferable to me now."

To Subaru's thrown words, Wilhelm replied by shaking his neck to the side.

Naturally, the mouth of Subaru also has the same kind of grin as Wilhelm. You two, even if you don't know the deep inside of each other, only the upper side is the one you know.

So, it was the two of us exchanging a dark grin somewhere.

"Subaru kun. You look bad."

"Hehe... that hurts, hurts, hurts! Rem, hey, say you can cut a thousand!

Suddenly my ears are pulled, and the frivolous secret talks are interrupted. Rem turned his narrow eyes to Subaru protesting,

"Don't make Rem nervous"

"Dude, that's vague content if you think it's super rare to demand it from a lem person. Don't worry, Rem. It's all good, I'll do something about it."

There are no more anxious elements in Subaru today than we know what needs to be done.

I have something to do and now I feel comfortable with the simplicity of what I know I need to do for it.

How easy it is to just kill the person you have to kill.

Subaru laughing and spinning gentle words.

Yet the lem that received it reinforces the emotionlessness of its expression and further strengthens the power of the hand that it held in fright to something.

Then she said something bewildering,

"Apparently, the customer is coming home"

Fu, Wilhelm, who turned his eyes toward the mansion, groaned so, and beyond the gate - from the Krusch mansion, which opened the front door, he saw a single figure walking in.

A long, dull blonde with long stretches. Dressed in tailored courtesy clothes, the figure decorated with ornaments was pampered and the image of gold planted in the back of Subaru's brain. Approximately, is it around thirty? Golden rough prodigal aristocrats make the first impression.

I didn't even know the tentative name/hardware had such an image, and when I came to the gate, I caught my eye on the three people gathering there.

"Ho. That's a rare blush."

Touching the jaw beard, which seems to be stretching in style personally, Chengjin credits this one that looked at it that way. As Subaru frowned upon the implausibility as if he were known for his prime name, his figure carefully folded his hips,

"This is rude. My name is Russell Fellow. After that, get to know me. - Lord Natsuki Subaru."

"... politely, thank you. Finally, can I ask you why you know my name or something? I don't know what to say to myself, but I'm embarrassed that I'm a small citizen with no personality, so I'm selling names."

"A little twat, it is. During the King's election meeting, the person who named the candidate Emilia-like Knight is famous. Most of all, there's not much you know about the person being rehabilitated in Krush's mansion right now."

Russell, who also responds lightly to Subaru, laughs with an unpleasant face. but the content is what already calls for further vigilance, and the bad character of the person he seems to be doing it intentionally has been conveyed as it were.

"Lord Russell. Was your discussion with Master Krush well distorted?

but Wilhelm with his mouth pinched from across is exposed to the restraint of Subaru, who begins to emit such a swordswallowing gaze. Russell, who shifted his gaze from Subaru to the old man, shrugged his shoulder and shook his head sideways, "No,"

"Master Kursch is a harsh man. After all, that eye is sharper against us, and the will is harsher. If you think about what you've been through, it won't be easy."

"Really, I'm sorry. If you can't break it, it's going to be hard to shake other people's heads vertically."

"If the Duke's house status and Lord Wilhelm are to be found, the conditions would be too good for a king to run for office. … are you now named Wilhelm Trias"

Two people who call their names and continue their inexplicable conversation for Subaru.

Wilhelm pulled his jaw at Russell's words, letting his wrinkly deep face lie down,

"It's too awkward for me to name my wife's house right now."

"You are also a harsh man. I can't live with that. The more dazzling it is from both of us. Nevertheless, I will support you."

Let go of words only on the upper side to the old man who lays down his eyes, Russell is a dragon car - I guess it's his belongings. with his feet on his dragon car, and gave instructions to the silent,

"If this time Master Kursch's aim is to be achieved, that would be a delightful story for both of us. Let it also be a grief for Lord Wilhelm. I hope so."

When the door of the onboard dragon car is closed and your compass is tightened, the body moves out. Like the roller hand, the silence-presenting dragon ran out without a single hiss, and Subaru walked over beside Wilhelm as he dropped off the dragon car leaving in front of the gate.

"Mr. Wilhelm. Who are you now?"

"Russell Fellow. He's the Abacus who divides the commercial union in Wang Du. The title is only the lord of a single merchant, but it is a spicy arm involved in the movement behind the table of finances in the capital. Lord Subaru should also think that he knows more than his name is known."

"Ugh. It's not a girl, it's not a heartbeat if Osama finds out."

"Hmm, I agree with that"

Strictly in response to the light mouth, Wilhelm turned to Subaru when he corrected his residence, "Well," he prefaced.

"Today's visitors will also end with the present Lord Russell. Suppose we go inside... Lord Subaru, isn't there something?

To Wilhelm's inquiry, Subaru scratches his head and bends his lips.

Too much clarity is not funny because it seems to be prepended. There's nothing wrong with being quick to talk.

Subaru thinks so, stretching his spine in front of Wilhelm and retightening his face to something serious before

"I'm sorry, but I'm the last visitor of the day. I want to talk to Mr. Krusch. I was wondering if you could help me on the agenda."