Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

- The disappearance of the sensation of the hands and feet and intense pain that burns down the whole body. Consciousness blacks out, and the sound just drops away.

For Subaru, 'death' is close to that feeling.

To Subaru, who has died many times and has died many different ways, which is why I know, what we have in common to visit when we experience 'death'.

And 'Back to Death' is close to what those lost senses can shake all at once.

Lost senses push vast amounts of information all at once where the sensory organs that feel them were at the end of their brains to organize those information.

It is also natural to turn your eyes without overprocessing and delay in understanding the situation.

I mean -,

"Amu"

"Uhhh!?

Spine your earlobes to the sensation of being sweetly bitten and Subaru softly flies back to roll. If your heart sounds on your first experience of a spectacular sweet feeling and you look around in a hurry,

"If I flirted because I thought I was bawling, I'd be so happy to react to... Ferri, I think I'm into habits"

That's what I said and laughed at the demon, putting my finger on my lips and Ferris glossy made the shine.

At the same time, Svalbard collapses when he realizes that the feel of his teeth felt in his earlobes is his.

"Oh, my sweet-bit virgin... to the man's daughter...!

"It's depressing, but, uh, do it. Let's keep talking about it. Suddenly my eyes are flying, my hip is broken."

Ricard tells Subaru, scratching his big ears, to sink on all fours. His surroundings were also overwhelmingly committed to agreeing to it, and Subaru's early recovery was called for.

In front of them like that, Subaru was still struggling to take the shock of experiencing 'death', while continuing to show in his attitude the fact that he was weak and shocked.

- Dead, even once again.

Failed. I didn't think enough. Don't be so alarmed, don't always fail to be vigilant, I imposed it on myself and around me, and it still didn't arrive.

It reminds me of Emilia, who was on the verge of losing consciousness and her life being returned to heaven, a tear.

It was the thought of my chest being tightened.

Even though the only thing that makes her cry is making her sad, that's all she's been fighting about thinking about and thinking about that she never wants to.

With her own death, no one, Subaru inflicted unhealing grief on her.

"- Organize, let's"

He leaned over to Subaru, who was silent with regret, even as Ferris tried to make a breakthrough again. but it is blocked by Julius, who raises his hand on the way.

He waved his finger at Ferris pointing his lips, pointing a positive face toward Subaru,

"Beyond this we will have witchcraft awaiting us, heading to Mazers territory. The purpose is the extermination of witchcraft - here is a prerequisite for the captivity of the Bishop of the Great Crimes who is leading it. And in order not to get involved in the fight against witchcraft, Roswar Border Uncle's mansion officials and the surrounding residents will be asked to evacuate. As far as feet for evacuation are concerned…"

"I asked Mr. Anastasia and Mr. Russell to secure the merchant.... bad. I'm calm now, I'm fine."

Wiping his mouth, which was exhaling roughly, Subaru apologizes a word to Julius when he returns to the carriage seat holding area. take it, Julius gently raised his eyebrows to represent the surprise,

"You don't have to worry about it. Rather, it was nice to see if I understood correctly. Not really, 'cause you don't seem like a good explainer."

"I'm not used to talking in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a lot of people. Remember that the interpersonal ability of a pull decreases proportionally to the number of opponents."

Julius' sarcasm - in this case, I guess there are a lot of distracting elements of Subaru that I can't afford. Subaru consciously ignores the abomination that the care can be perceived and the simultaneous sense of itching that is difficult to put into words.

Then again, I send my gaze around me and become aware of the fifty people staring at me.

This is also the third time I have explained things in front of them.

No matter how inexperienced the pull is, let's get used to the same situation three times. Still, the weight of being able to keep the lives of others weighs heavily on the shoulders,

"The Bishop of Witchcraft is a formidable enemy. The witchcraft guys aren't a glimmer, and even the battle is sure to make sacrifices this way. I need everyone to know that first."

――――

Preceding, everyone responds in silence to Subaru who speaks that way. But that is not a negative silence. Everyone is pointing a high consciousness at Subaru, but it's a dead one, not to miss a word of Subaru.

It is, in other words, in the form of trust,

"I think he's a cousin who defeated the white whale as well and triumphed over the king's capital immediately, if that's true. I'm tired, and I don't like people who aren't hurt. I don't know what to say to everyone who helps me to protect my... Lord in such circumstances... thanks, I just have to"

Round your neck.

Subaru carves into his chest trying to remember the faces of the many eyes that stare at Subaru, each of its bearers. I found a number of faces in the face to be engraved, torn by unseen hands in the loop ahead.

Forget their faces.

By the death of Subaru, by the return to death, the people who have reclaimed their lost lives.

But by the battle ahead, Subaru lets someone die again at his choice. Whether you are an enemy or an ally, you will not achieve a bloodless victory.

If I had been better, maybe this wouldn't have happened.

If Subaru was strong enough to send no one, smart enough for Subaru to find a way to live against any situation, a bearer of noble aspirations that would not frustrate Subaru's nasty adversity, and Subaru was an idealist who could not forgive any weakness, he might not have to make a victim.

But I can't do that. Subaru is weak, retarded, and even his heart is brittle.

I can't keep standing without someone's help, and I don't believe in myself enough to do it without anyone's help.

So,

"Now it is time to put the Bishop of the Great Crimes to rest. All I can do for that, I'm willing to give you everything I can. So help me."

――――

"I need everyone. - Together, protect my loved ones."

Hands on the ground, Subaru bows his head.

Dress badly, look cheap, and put your head firmly down to rub it on. I've never done anything more sincere, serious, 'head down'.

Subaru, look up.

――――

To Julius his voice, Subaru slowly raised his face.

What spread before that Subaru was the raging of light that burned your eyes in the morning burning world.

- Nothing more than the appearance of knights on their knees and putting out their loose swords.

In this way, it is the second experience to be able to support your heart in the glow of the sword.

Only Subaru can actually feel 'Back to Death'. I went on and on about my unwillful 'Back to Death', and Subaru has learned something in it.

A world that repeats itself and shows many different forms of unfolding.

Even in such a world, happening unchanged is something that can be done by 'the will of a strong man, not even shaken by the world'.

I mean, this is how their thoughts help Subaru in the same way,

"No matter how many times I repeat it, no matter how stupid I come back... power, you lend me. Many times, you make me stand up."

Just like Rem was.

No matter how many times Rem repeated it, their presence also strongly supports Natsuki Subaru's breaking willingness, as he continued to support Subaru.

That was more 'salvation' to Subaru than any thing, more power than any other, more wisdom than any hope.

"I'm sorry to say that the upcoming showdown is about a thriving atmosphere. Forget it... you don't have to give it to me, but don't tell everyone"

"Let's say we had a good souvenir story before we met with Emilia. So, can you talk about witchcraft?"

"There's no such thing as a mercenary in a stream that puts a person in a position before a noble Emilia. When you're done with your work, pick up the dime and go home. - Okay, let's talk."

No longer slaps the usual light mouth against Julius, Subaru slaps his own cheek to hide his embarrassment. Then I breathed and looked up.

"First of all, I'm the Bishop of the Great Crimes who leads witchcraft, but in charge of 'laziness' -"

I don't have time to look down with regret for failing to kill you.

Turn the cause of the killing into the possibility of scratching your feet and fight through it.

Because that's how they came back.

Organize once again in your mind the newly discovered facts during the last loop and the conditions you have to overcome, Subaru tells the crusaders without sparing any information to convey.

Few upsets spread to crusaders who put that information in their ears, such as' Invisible Hands' and 'Possession'. It's also a hard story to accept easily, because every technique is different from the magic they know because of the atmosphere.

Other heresy is not even easy to imagine than there is only one form of magic.

Instead, Subaru, who has touched on settings full of fiction, is more flexible enough to be more acceptable with regard to them. Because the home of subculture, the Japanese bloodline, is inherited from superpowers, magic, and curses, as much as the worldview in which they live, so much that they can be accepted and swallowed.

"And put aside the stupid conclusion, you're talking about Lord Pete..."

It remains the same when it comes to dealing with the 'Invisible Hand', and Subaru has no choice but to respond. As a special condition, if it is Wilhelm's skill, it is difficult in the sense of certainty, although it is not possible to deal with it in the way of the previous battle to scatter sand. After all, Subaru would be the best relative.

Turned out to be even more troublesome when it comes to 'possession'. Petergius - in this case, we will be talking about the possessed flesh, but it is the function of the suicide bombing prepared for it.

It should have been assumed that we would always have more means of self-determination than switching possessive subjects by dying. The biggest factor in the last failure is there.

Suicide bombing can be carried out with the will of a different being than the object of possession, than self-destructing at an unconscious stage. - That is, it is likely that all witches have been planted with suicide bombing mechanisms.

Furthermore, even if you destroy all the objects of those transfers -,

"Ultimately, you're gonna take me over..."

The biggest neck is there.

The last time it was brought to suicide with total deprivation of control, last time it was only sticky with considerable resistance, but the result is that we have found ourselves in the present situation.

It would be a pretty messy guess, but at a time of usurpation of dominance, it is considered quite difficult to push the spirit of Petergius away.

That's why I should have let myself down last time to the conclusion that I wouldn't let it be possessed.

"The pack's useless, you know. If Operation Ice Pickle doesn't work, it's gonna be a real octagonal plug over here."

The sense of despair when Emilia and Pack showed up on the battlefield is still hard to forget.

Even in retrospect, the feeling of frozen spine keeps Subaru alive and makes him breathe faster. But I still don't know how I get that much rejection.

However, what I can clearly see is the fact that I never again regretted reproducing that situation.

"Emilia, I should let you and Petergius meet.... I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling. No, I don't know."

No matter how favorably you interpret it, such as letting such a pervert meet a cute girl, it can't have a positive effect on the girl. There is a sense of rejection, and it's natural.

And, with an early moderate cut off on unanswered concerns, Subaru explores measures.

"I can't use the pack, Emilia. I'm out of the candidate more than I can even let you meet Lord Pete.... Julius, can't your spiritual magic make each person ice pickled or something?

Hands on his forehead, Subaru speaks to Julius as he runs his thoughts.

Already repositioned from the wheelchair ops conference, the current Subaru are in the middle of a run hitting the road to Mazers territory.

Of course, it is a reliable partner to kick the ground forcefully with Subaru on board, a presence that made Subaru strongly appreciate the situation of redoing by 'Back to Death' - Patrash.

Subaru gently strokes Patrash's back running as he deposits himself in a sense of trust over the reins. I could see that the running patrash turned a blind eye towards me like, "Don't feel safe touching me."

"What do you mean, riding has suddenly improved a lot? Until recently, I thought the feeling of having the dragon on the ground was huge."

"Leave your trust to the wind, right? We survived this situation together, and this guy shook out the trust gauge in me. Shit, I, I got attacked...!

He twirls himself and Subaru hugs him all over his body on Patrash's back. And, Patrash shakes his torso like he doesn't like it, and Subaru, who is on top, is shaken.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh!? Oh, come on, don't light it! I know you love me even when I tune in like that!

"I don't feel there's a deviation in perception somewhere fundamental... but let's not do it because it's not elegant to speak out about the way you and Grounddragon hang out. -So."

Exhale as Julius redistributes to Subaru, who slaps his back gently to calm him down. Then he asked Subaru to take one eye,

"The answer to the question just now...... I just have to say it's hard. Sure, in my covenant with the Six Spirits, I can handle the fire system, but I can't say pure spiritualists or spirits, so. If we are expected to exercise so much sophistication, we cannot affirm it in terms of confidence."

"You're surprisingly weak. Your best name will cry, won't it?

"I'm not bound by that name. It is much greater that we cannot be admitted to not being able to do what we cannot, and that we betray trust by prioritizing vanity. Wouldn't you be?

"You really don't like him..."

Sighing, Subaru distracts himself from Julius and becomes aware of his small size.

As things stand, Subaru is a scene that has just been revealed by Julius as a spiritualist, and it is time to move on to the plenary session of the continuation of the movement, by Nekt, the combined magic of Yin and Yang, for some time now.

Still, we haven't been able to run out of operations with a hundred percent success rate.

"To some extent, filling is a stuffed measure, I guess I'll have to turn it around well"

Relying on some increased information, Subaru refines the measures by inquisiting on the content of what the madman said. - It's also a decision that causes terrible heartache,

"Confirm, Subaru. Are you sure you want to move down this street?

"Shit. Even though I'm the one who drafted it, there's no way I can say 'I knew it' or anything.... Emilia, you're gonna be mad."

Using the nect, Julius asks Subaru's readiness after the steps that gave everyone an overview of the operation.

Subaru turns off his expression in response to the words and draws a beloved girl behind his eyes.

The tears that the smile I had just received, the warmth of my hands connected to her when we made up, was on the verge of being lost, blurred a little behind my lid - far away.

Bite your lips and admonish yourself that you are about to be shaken by a feminine sentiment.

Subaru tolerates the choice of pain while he is heartbroken by his sexual roots, which is likely to affirm his weakness in such a pre construction.

"Don't look like that. You'll be dull, but I don't think so."

"But this doesn't reward you too much. If you put more strain on us, you can also review the terms…"

"That's how I said, 'I don't like it!' What a sweet chance you give me. You seem to be squeezing out my courage because it's all borrowed."

Subaru responds with a bitter laugh to Julius, who has confirmed his readiness for this one many times.

Whoever they are thus guided is happy to care for them. Most importantly, Subaru has chosen this now after accepting those burdens as necessary. Therefore,

"Nothing, Emilia. I didn't throw out a laughable future in the end. It just looks a little steep on the road to get there. It's not like anyone but us would notice if we did it right. Easy win, huh?"

"... I envy your graphics, which can be played with ease, etc. I really can't stop my mind from turning against something that is not justifiably appreciated. He's immature."

"Come on, please, you best knight. Your power is essential for me to be optimistic about this and eventually embrace Emilia so hot, right?... Hey! Oh, my God, don't make me say that! That's not true! Don't get me wrong!

"You're a busy man. - But I can tell you how I feel."

Julius laughed overwhelmingly at Subaru changing his face with the mundane.

Nose at its sturdy appearance, turning away and Subaru sends his eyes across the horizon.

The end of the meadow and the tip of the forest, which began to glimpse on the other side. Once we get there, we'll go through some forest roads and enter Mazers territory.

With his mind crouched and his thoughts groaned, Subaru nevertheless keeps looking forward.

――――

"Oh? What is it? Are you worried about me? Pretty guy."

A running patrash faintly rocks his back to the side so as to take into account the silent Subaru. Depending on the care with his hands, Subaru then fishes for the luggage bracketed on his back.

There was something in there that became the liver of this measure, and gaining that feeling at the fingertips of exploration caused relief and faint pain to reside in my chest at the same time.

But I'm already hesitant.

It's a decision. And he also repeated his question to himself that this was best. Still, it is Subaru's weakness that is just unacceptable. Subaru alone is a problem to be solved.

"Come on, now, let me get you something delicious -"

"I don't care if you let me. It's okay, this is all I've worked out carefully. You don't have to think about failure or anything. We're all set. When you're done, you want to have a drink with me."

"Don't just stand here Death Novoli -!"

Raise your anger at Julius' statement that you are not supposed to know the concept of a death flag.

Far and away, the more likely it is to reach the sky of Mazers territory, the more the voice echoes.

- The morning sun plunged sharply into her sleepless eyes, and Emilia woke up from her bedroom to be shaken by faint pain.

The silver hair that was on his forehead flowed down into a movement that woke his upper body, and the moonlight glitter reflected a waterfall-like glow.

He blinks several times and swims his dream time often with his half-waken posture. The shallow days of sleep continued these days, and I had a sense of not being out of fatigue. Most importantly, they are also necessary burdens, which I chose to carry with me. There is no excuse.

"It's morning..."

I fell asleep, probably hours after I set the date - essentially, around two hours of sleep.

I can see my head heavy and my thoughts slow down like they're in mud.

Originally, I'm not a good sleeper.

It will take some time to get out of the woods and start working afterwards. Not to mention that over the past few days, when I thought about dealing with the challenges plaguing Emilia, the inexorable fatigue and endless boredom were stories I couldn't help but scrape off her spirit.

- It was a week ago that officials from the King's race were gathered and went to the King's Capital. From there back to the Mansion, four days after he was formally granted authority as the Lord of the Mansion. The downpouring pressure during those few days was enough time to beat a girl named Emilia.

"I was going to know... but really, I was just going to know, me"

Thinking of his own impudence, Emilia bites her lips gripping the sheets.

Past that back of my brain was about this past week as I ran through it. He was summoned to the Wang Capital to make a statement of belief with the officials of the King's race - again face to face with the King's candidates, even unfamiliar ventriloquism, and then,

"... Subaru"

Speaking of the boy's name that he has left behind, Emilia turns her eyes to the pain. What would that cheerful, scratchy, somehow just desperate for people, slightly more presumptuous boy be doing by now?

The last time we broke up, the discourse with him burns Emilia's conscience more than once, with that childlike look that is left behind burning on her eyelids.

You made me look that way, you made me say those words, and oh well, it's all my fault for making me hear words I don't want to hear.

But Emilia still thinks I'm glad that was it.

At that time, Emilia didn't think she should have avoided the explosion of emotions at that time when she and Subaru revealed their emotions and consequently led to separation.

Instead, you were right to spit out each other's obsession over there and figure out the way. It was the right choice. Subaru and myself, we shouldn't be together.

Because I'm a half elf.

Being supposedly evil just to be there.

There is even a denial that there is.

Neglected, drained, overlooked, rejected, negatively emotional.

There can't be anything good for anyone, such as being together.

On the contrary, it will surely make that boy, who is kind in heart, feel bad by being near him. Now, Subaru was to be badly wounded physically and mentally in a duel with Julius, 'because he was beside Emilia'.

I don't want you to think that anymore, and I don't want you to.

At the end of the argument, I'm sure Subaru has discerned himself.

Emilia rejected Subaru for even trying to give her gratuitous generosity by slapping her selfish words. All Emilia could see was a crying child when he behaved like a rough, yelling voice.

At the end of the day, the pounding and leaking genuine - I think that was the only thing that left Emilia with herself.

- If Subaru, the expectation is that he will treat himself, apart from being a half elf, independently of such a thing, for a moment.

It was a pale, dull, reckless expectation.

A selfish self who hurt me to keep away and still craved comfort. Subaru categorically rejected such Emilia's feminine appeal. Clearly, I cut it off.

- I can't afford not to treat Emilia differently.

The word closed the door at the end, and Emilia placed a physical distance between him as well. And I felt a clear spread of disappointment in my chest, disappointed in myself.

I just feel uncomfortable with the generosity I can give, put on all kinds of pre construction to hurt the hearty gentle boy away, and I have a lot to actually distance myself from, then put it in my shallowness that I miss badly.

I was desperate after shaking off my separation from Subaru and returning to the Mansion from King's Capital.

There are many things Emilia needs to know but learn. I originally spent time in the back of a forest where there was no public opinion involved, avoiding dealing with people.

King, I didn't even know I existed until I left the woods.

Such a self aspires to the throne that keeps the lives of people living in vast territories.

Emilia is aware that it is a decision that is uninterrupted and reckless and too ignorant. But we have to do it.

- Because I have a reason why I just have to.

"Leah, there's a wrinkle between your eyebrows. I don't think I should stop because I'm not cute."

Fu, when I get myself out of my bedroom, I'm blocked from thinking by such a long, idle voice. If you raise your gaze, it's the little spirits putting together the gray body hair that's reflected in the purple blue eyes.

For her, she's been by her side ever since she was conceited, a family thing.

"Morning, pack. You're early today."

"Oh, Leah. I just wanted to say wake up a little early...... because the truth is I was worried about Leah. I was a little shocked yesterday."

Fluffy and floating, Emilia lays her eyes down on the words of a pack that rocks her long tail.

It is yesterday that I recall, a matter that can be described as a direct cause that weighs my head and feelings - when a nearby villager refuses to speak.

"I knew it, it was a thing"

"Even if you know you fall, if you fall, you bleed out of your wound and you have pain. I think it's something else to understand and to be in a lot of pain."

To mouth like Emilia's child, Puck relentlessly comes blocking the escape route. That's not that he's being mean, because Emilia knew he simply concocted the facts and the real deal with him, so there's no objection.

"The pack..."

"Hmm?

"What do you think the pack should do? I... yeah, it's not just me, it's about everyone, to be more decent."

"I guess I should like Leah. I'm on Leah's side no matter what Leah does, and I'm just the enemy of Leah's interfering opponents."

It was the dependable word of an ally more comfortable than anyone else, but not the response I was looking for.

And Emilia also knew that there would be such a response. Puck is on Emilia's side, but he doesn't bother me with Emilia's problems.

Because he is Emilia's full affirmer and nothing else.

"Whatever you do, you can't abandon the village, can you? Rum headed to the village again this morning, so I guess we should wait for the report."

"... yes, the ram. That kid's not supposed to be resting much longer, either."

"I just haven't noticed Leah, and I think she can afford it because she's working out of hand in a lot of different situations."

Puck's blurry voice doesn't reach her, and Emilia puts her finger on her lips to the thought.

What comes to mind in her thinking is a number of anomalies that happened during yesterday.

- Returning from the Wang capital, since Roswar left the mansion on the grounds of a compromise with a leading man, Emilia had concentrated on gaining knowledge from academic and professional books given to learn.

Emilia spares while she sleeps and punches into her studies to escape her guilt. It will be late last night when Ram has reported to her that there are "strange signs in the woods" like that.

Thousand Eyes of Rams - Even using her ability to tune into the sight of others and expand her visual range by switching subjects, she was unable to grasp the signs and the identity of the doings.

However, we cannot make the choice of not dealing with its existence in any way, and in the name of consolidating our defences anyway, Emilia went down to a nearby village and called on the villagers to evacuate to the mansion - rejected.

Emilia was surprised to have had herself shocked by that.

I was surprised at myself for leaving a broken heart when I was supposed to be used to someone hating, neglecting, and hating me about my first name.

And then I realize it.

I was hoping.

I was wondering if throwing myself into the great flow of things and taking a step to reposition myself would change the reaction around me from what I had before.

There couldn't have been such a convenient thing.

The fact that he had some contact with the people of the village was arguably also a distant factor that raised expectations. Most of all, I hid my last name at that time. I couldn't even tell you if my mouth was ripped off because I was close to him in that state.

"What the hell am I doing?"

I was scratched by the rejection, and still tried so hard to sue him, but he couldn't listen to me, and I just turned back awesome to the mansion.

If you're worried that's the only way you're holding your hand, the next thing you know is a report of a large number of pedestrians pushing into the village in one place.

If I had made my eyes black and white on a report that didn't make sense, now a person named a representative of a pedestrian came with a parent book. Whoever is on the seal, the engraving of the Duke of Krush Karsten is inscribed, if you try to cut the seal of the unimaginable parent book of the content-,

"There's a blank letter, it was just in there."

It was spread over my desk. And when Emilia looks at it, the pack goes ahead and mouths the results, as I read the thought.

Yes, the contents of the parent book were blank.

Asking delegates about their sincerity, they shook their heads sideways saying they hadn't heard anything to the content, and the ram in attendance threw them out of the mansion in a way that was badly offensive. As it were, we should be headed toward the village and doing something like bargaining with the pedestrians a line.

- I have a feeling of duty that I can leave it to you.

But as much as that, I'm afraid that I might get caught up in the conversation by going. Merchants who brought in their parent books also found fear and disgust engulfed in their gaze at Hiragana and Emilia.

The facts of the king's election have already been made public, and the candidate's name and last name are known to the people.

Anything that doesn't know Emilia as a half elf, that's hardly there anymore. From now on, that eye, that attitude, that rejection, will become commonplace everywhere.

You must have been used to freezing your mind.

I should have been used to ignoring the wound pain that arose, forcing myself to wipe the blood that flowed, and still walking without looking down.

So now I can't believe I'm turning my consciousness to that.

"Leah, people are back at the mansion."

"... rum, I guess. I wonder if the village has come together."

Interrupting his thoughts on Puck's call, Emilia gets up dressed.

I didn't have any pack requests for my hair today, so I just did something through it and flushed it to my back. Rocking silver, Emilia took a small breath before leaving the room.

Keep your feet straight to the entrance hall and pick up the ram you should have returned to. No matter how the village thing has been cleaned up, we often have to discuss it, including what follows.

"Ram, I'm sorry I left it all to you. What's to come..."

"Dear Emilia"

The front door opens and Emilia speaks when she sees Ram entering the mansion. When the ram reacted to that voice looked up at this one and gave way to the side of the door as it was,

"- Dear Emilia, forgive me for my sudden visit"

Through the open door of the ram, one elderly figure stepped into the mansion.

to that familiar figure. Emilia represented by slightly raising her eyebrows of surprise,

"Uh, sure... if you were at Master Krush's, right?

"Ha. You are being added to the last seat of the line under your ministry at the Duke of Karsten's house. My name is Wilhelm Trias. This time, in the name of the Lord, it is up to you."

Emilia is frightened as the named old gentleman kneels down and takes the form of his most salute.

And if the intensity of the first sharpened impression fades, the old gentleman's appearance remains colorful everywhere,

"How come that outfit?

"I'm sorry you look ugly. On my way into Mazer's territory, I was struck by the misfortune of encountering a warcraft. A little, depending on how you wave your sword."

"You're not hurt... are you?

"Not enough to worry you about. I would rather tell you what the Lord intends"

Emilia nodded to Wilhelm urging her to do more than guide herself, and then remembered her protégé when Krusch's name came up.

Emilia prefaced, "Master Krush sent me a parent book,"

"The contents are blank… I wasn't sure how to handle them."

"Blank paper, is it? - Well, that's exactly what I was asking."

Hear Emilia's words and Wilhelm gently narrows those eyes. That's all there is to know, and Emilia accidentally stuffs her throat. and Wilhelm shook her head "no" to her reaction,

"As for the blank parent document, it's not what this one intended...... I know what it is. Please, don't worry."

"Content… well, there was something wrong. Good, the... not harassment or anything."

A small, needlessly worried concern is added at the end, when Wilhelm loosens his lips "no way," then tightens his expression.

"Dear Emilia and Lord Ram, I would like you to board the dragon cars of the pedestrians stationed in the village. And once you evacuate from this vicinity - that's what the Lord intends."

- To sum up Wilhelm's description, this is what happened.

Within Mazers territory, there is also an influx of notorious criminal groups in the kingdom. It's also likely lurking in the nearby woods, where an organized crusader hits the destruction of this.

On top of that, he took the head of the crusade as Kursch Karsten, who in her name organized the crusade and gave it some authority to send it to Mazers territory.

And as the crusaders smoke out the group in question, they recommend the evacuation of the residents in order to minimize the damage to their surroundings - the pedestrians are hired as a foot for their evacuation, and they plan to evacuate the villagers and Emilia on board, he said.

"How could Master Krush, Rosewar... maintain security in Mazers territory?

"We will just talk about this here, but the Alliance resolution has been brought to our attention by Uncle Roswar Border. The contents are the concession of the mining rights of the demonic ore of the Elior Great Forest, do you understand?

"- Yeah, that's the thing"

To Wilhelm's covert answer, Emilia nods in concealment of some indignation.

Even while Emilia was haunting one's head about what to do, Roswar was apparently pushing things forward by leaping back. It was something I knew, but he still didn't expect me to use Emilia's presence again.

"But even if I say evacuation..."

"If possible, I would ask Emilia to head to the King's Capital and have a meeting with our Lord, Master Krush. But it's hard to get all the residents out to the King's Capital..."

"Half of them will take you to the sanctuary with a guide to the ram. There should be room for safety and the number of people to accept it."

It seems that the anxiety, concerns and other things Emilia tried to say have already been considered. When Wilhelm and Lamb answer the question tediously, there's no way Emilia's going to say anything against it.

It's just hard to accept the feeling that things are going too fast and that they're being flushed.

"Hey, I knew I was wondering... what this is"

"- Excuse me!

In an attempt to overlap doubts, the conversation is interrupted by the sound of doors being opened by a violent momentum. Look, one young man rolls in to kick open the door.

The young man weaving his white robe looked at Jim Emilia and then slowly turned back toward Wilhelm,

"Strange movements were seen in the groups lurking in the woods. It might make a move. A moment of respite..."

"That's faster than I expected. … it was only a matter of time before this many people entered the village to be noticed"

"Let's do it, Master Wilhelm"

- Dear Emilia,

To the inquiry of the youth, Wilhelm looks up to Emilia sharpening the light of his gaze.

In a sharp glance like that blade, Emilia understands that when she takes a small breath, she doesn't have time to spend her reckless time.

Some, it's not like there's been any doubt.

However, as a matter of fact, there are signs of the anomaly felt by Ram in the woods, and Wilhelm's last name is covered under the name of Krusch. And more importantly, I am the one who has the right to decide on the present state of Roswar's absence, this mansion and territory.

No matter how close you are to turning a blind eye to the situation, the decision has to be your own.

Therefore,

"- Okay. Thank you for your generosity. The persuasion of the villagers..."

"Don't be late, Emilia."

Lamb says he's clearing the biggest concerns. Then Emilia looks back at the mansion and frowns at what she should do with her last inhabitant. But even that soon, a kitten falling like a leaf of a fluttering wind from the upper floor,

"Betty said she wouldn't go. He's closing the door, so he wants you to take care of yourself. The crusaders shouldn't do anything to the mansion, right?

"I understand, Great Spirit."

Before waiting for Emilia to make her decision, Puck, who has confirmed Beatrice's intentions, returns. He dives straight into Emilia's silver hair and makes a stretch when he secures a fixed position.

Then just so Emilia can hear me in my ear,

"You do what you want. I'm on your side."

"- Let's move. Something that doesn't want the villagers to run into."

Wave your arms, Emilia skips the instructions.

Rum picks the edge of his skirt to follow it. Bow, Wilhelm nods to Eagle Deep. And only the young man who brought in the report grabbed the end of the robe softly,

"That's what I'm talking about."

And it didn't sound like Emilia whining small.

- Two of the mansion get down and join the village, and work begins on boarding the dragon car.

The villagers seemed to follow the face of the crusade a lot more honestly, showing no grudge or great anxiety, and on the contrary, they even seemed to be somewhat excited about the crowd of dragon cars of a scale they rarely saw.

Emilia was terribly surprised at how well they handled it, but it was when Emilia heard about the allocation of dragon cars to ride that surprised her the most.

"- Nice to meet you, sister"

"Uh..."

Pepper, and a bright blonde girl with her head down. One of the children I have seen many times in the village, who was close to Subaru - the name is for sure, I thought I said Petra.

The age is eleven, two years old and so on, and among the children in the village, the girl hits the elderly. With that girlfriend at the head, there are other children assigned to the dragon car that Emilia is supposed to get in.

"Isn't this some mistake? Because..."

"It's not a mistake. Emilia will be in this dragon car with these kids. It's a matter of staffing dragon cars, and I can't help it."

Anxiously driven, Emilia catches a young man who was busy running around the neighborhood. but his response was entirely different from what Emilia expected, and only increasingly stirred her anxiety.

- Travel with the children in a secret room space called a dragon car.

I just think it's a kind of attempt to make them feel terribly uncomfortable, rather than to Emilia.

"There's no other dragon car? Even these kids..."

"You should be reluctant to ride with yourself, are you?

――――

"Did you check with these kids? If you hate me, if you hate me, don't you just assume so?

To Emilia, who pushes silently, the young man continues his words as if they were tattered with gluttony.

If you think he's a young man who steps in a long way, he was the one who ran into the mansion earlier. Leaning her neck to a strange sensation, Emilia mumbled, "That's..."

"I know I don't have to ask. So another dragon car for these kids too..."

"I don't think it's a good idea to dash a child and escape your weakness,"

Now it is time for Emilia to be stuck breathing in that rude way until now. and in front of her like that he broke his knee, anxiously matching the height of his eyes with the girl who was watching the current exchange,

"What do you say, Petra? Don't you want to ride in a dragon car with that sister?"

――――

I hope you don't bump into such questions, Emilia thinks with pain in her chest.

It is also a cut question with a clear answer and a cut question with a scratch in that answer. Even if you know it will scratch, it doesn't make it easier to scratch it.

Puck's right. No matter how many wounds you take, new wounds can cause new pain. And yet, how could he...

"That's not true, is it? I'll stay with your sister."

"... Huh?

Suddenly, Emilia leaks her voice. Petra walks over to that girlfriend and takes her hand gently. From her gripped fingertips, Emilia blinks as her child-specific hot body temperature comes through.

To her, who could not hide her surprise, Petra flickered with an adorable look,

"Sister... you're Hanko's sister with potatoes, right? Always with Subaru, he came to see the morning Largio Taiso"

…………

"I didn't see your face, but your sister always seemed to enjoy it, so did I. Subaru seems to be having so much fun talking to your sister, I was watching. Subaru's got a really big sister... so I'm not afraid of her either, am I?

"... ah"

There was something coming in, and Emilia was accidentally raising a small voice.

The back of my eyes is hot, my throat is clogged, I have no voice, and the pain runs in the back of my nose.

"Sister, you want to ride with me? I was told that everyone would leave your sister alone. But I'll hold your hand."

"- Yeah, yeah."

"Why don't you give me a break already?

"- Huh"

An innocent, innocent, unreasonable, malicious, unpregnant look in the world.

The sense that was normal for Emilia, the persecution that was normal, the discrimination that was supposed to be, was not felt there, that's all.

"Me too!" "Hey, stay with me!" "Come on, come on!

The children make a cute noise and a boy about the same age as Petra - the mild begins to sneak them up and push them into the dragon car.

Seeing such noisy children, Petra laughed as she erupted small,

"Shall we? Sister. It might be a little loud."

"... yeah, I'm fine. Me, I get loud next door, because I've gotten used to it in the last month."

I shook my head and found myself smiling naturally.

Walk out. Petra's holding my hand. Keep the warmth of someone else's hand at your fingertips. Strengthen and remain fortunate to not have to know the pain you were insisting it was something you were used to.

"Yes... I have to thank you too"

Stop and look back, Emilia looks for an earlier youth figure.

One word, trying to convey my gratitude to him for leading me to this whispering fortune,

"... that? Where have you been?"

But before she looked back, she saw no sign of the young man in the matter anywhere.

Scratch the branch trees, step on the meadow, and run through the beast path like a jump.

When I scratched the trees and went through them into the dim darkness, I came across an open space surrounded by greenery.

If you stop and wait a while, there are three shadows that rush into the scene in the same way. The shadow, which totaled four, nodded at each other, one crouched into the center and the other three guarded their surroundings.

The person sitting in the center explores the nostalgia and takes out one hand mirror-like thing from it. It was an open mirror, but it is not even easy to check one's face in a forest with unlimited sources of light narrowed.

But there was nothing wrong with a mirror owner like that.

The purpose is not to see your face better than it was. The goal is to connect with another place through a mirror.

Magic into the hand holding the mirror and pour mana into the engraving engraved on the edge. If you even let it start initially, then the mirror itself absorbs trace amounts of mana from its surroundings, a rare magic instrument that serves - an interactive mirror.

Of all the things that are equipped and the standards are too large to carry, it is very rare to carry things the size of which can be carried this way.

The man feels the sense of purpose turns into exhilaration when his position, which he was brought to bear and entrusted with the role, is also of great importance.

And through the mirror, I open my mouth to talk to the other side - near,

"I see. That's why I was passing on information. Dialogue mirrors are also useful.... but you should remember about your buddies' faces before you burn into a sense of purpose?

Right next to the crouching man, that's how the same crouched person talks.

If a man looks up for a moment, he has to feel terribly uncomfortable with the person standing in front of him. It's as if consciousness refuses to recognize you even though you're in front of you.

"If you don't know my face, I'm just a buddy to you guys who smells the same. - You've got to be kidding me, Sanko."

Saying, the person in the white robe stands up and tells him to throw it away.

And the men who can't move to shock - in front of the witch, he shakes his head and pulls the hood back that he wore softly from his head.

What emerged was black hair held by only a very limited race in this world.

Three white eyes that blatantly represent his grumpy mind, and an invincible grin that stirs.

After looking that far, the witches finally knew exactly who it was.

"The sin of interrupting the touching reunion between me and Emilia is heavy, you guys"

Poking his fingers into heaven, he rocked the hem of a white robe knitted in the 'Recognition Inhibitory Ceremony' and Natsuki Subaru spoke out against the men,

"Come on, wash up, let me tell you what I know!

- I rang my fingers high to show my reverse eyes.