Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

The smell of a backward old book fills the closed room.

Stepping into the open door, Subaru, who opens his mouth flashly, became aware of them with the smell and visual information he could and realized half a step late that he had taken a different floor than where he wanted to be.

- And the delay in its recognition creates a deadly delay as it is.

"Forbidden library......!?

I was walking around the mansion searching and still reaching a place I couldn't find. Unwanted timing, unexpected opportunity, and it created a blank space in Subaru's mind, depriving him of any time until the door behind him made a noise and closed.

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As if he had received wind from the outside, Subaru's body went into the library to be sucked in. The doors are equally vigorously closed, creating wind and tickling the nods of Subaru.

Looking back at the fierce noise, make sure the door separated the hallway from the room, and notice.

The forbidden library was opened here, and the door was closed.

"Oh, open up -!!"

Reach out to the door knob and stretch out your left arm however you notice your right arm that is not already in the shape of an arm. A fingertip that makes a fierce noise and slips with blood twists the door knob, but somehow the handle that goes around doesn't try to convey its willingness to open or close it to the door. All you have to do is vain and empty, make a fierce noise and stir Subaru's impatience.

"No matter how much you scratch, it's no use."

and that's how my voice flew from behind Subaru, who struggles desperately with the door.

Looking back to be bounced off, Subaru looks directly at the girl as she leaves her back in the door - showing up from behind the library and pointing a chilling face at this one.

Long curly hair in cream colour, luxurious and vibrant dress. Small body, a small hateful face for you to adore. They're all the same as Subaru's knowing girlfriend.

"Beatrice......"

"It could be a lot worse. Don't move around too much because the floor of the library gets dirty..."

"Now what! Open the door! Get me out of here!!

Subaru yells at her looking at Subaru's wounds in a cold manner, ignoring everything in his mouth. Don't let the blood drip, the word is not in his ear, and Subaru still waves his right arm in a miserable state that keeps spilling blood,

"Why, now look at you!? Anyway, so! Now what!? Get back here! Now! Zugu no!!

"… I wonder what will happen when I get back. Betty has no idea what she can do with that unusual wound."

"As much as anything, I'm the craziest!! But anywhere!!

I'm not hoping to go back to that place and be relative to Elsa. Go into the room where Subaru was supposed to step in, go beside the girl who sleeps there, and...

"When I walked into the library and" Crossing the Door "came up... that killer was in the room... eh"

If that happens, that madman will lean his neck to the presence of Subaru, who has disappeared. But you should find one girl sleeping in the room before you wander around the mansion looking for the missing Subaru. And how that prospectless killer responds to the girl who exposes her defenseless sleeping face - I don't even have to think about it.

"But...!"

"It's too late."

Subaru raising his anger to shake off the unpleasant feeling of running up. To that Subaru, the painful whining of a girl who can be showered by a lid.

Subaru is only stiff for a moment at the appearance of Beatrice laying her eyes down and shaking her neck sideways small. Then her brain revolts about what she mouthed and stops thinking.

- What did this girl say now?

"Late... what do you mean... meaning"

"The reason you want to go back to that room is because now it's gone."

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Beatrice responds faintly to the interrupted Subaru inquiry.

His throat was clogged, his eyes opened to the extreme, and he noticed Subaru had collapsed off his knees on the spot. My shoulders have fallen, my head has fallen, and a terrible tinnitus is echoing in my skull.

Pain, pain, and forgotten pain are evoked, and noise erodes Subaru's consciousness. I really think that everything should be scratched and pushed away by that noise and disappear like that. I don't want to understand anything. I don't want to notice. Yet,

"Wounds, let me see. It hurts and I can't watch."

The girl who walked over broke her knee and looked at Subaru's right arm and left side and right shoulder injuries as she entered. A pale glow covers the girl's palm, and first the light shines on her most damaged right arm. - Twitching, something akin to itching in the sensation of the arm that was even complaining about all the heat, twitches and makes a noise and begins to resuscitate the muscle fibers.

First the blood stops, then the membrane tends the surface of the wound according to the gradual glow, and the shredded areas are compensated for by cells that promote recovery. It's just...

"Getting back to the original thickness will take time, and more importantly, I wonder if I'll ever get back my lost fingers.... hips and right shoulder wounds too"

"... what, Jidan"

Blur and an emotionless voice leak out of Subaru's mouth with a plundered voice.

Beatrice, who was conscious of healing wounds, frowned upon his voice, offering his healing power-emitting palms to look subaru.

"I hate it, but I have no choice but to treat my wounds. I wonder if Betty is the only one who can heal the wounds so far in this mansion. Thank you."

"Wounds... heal, su...? What, no...?

"If you leave it alone, it could be a life-threatening wound. It's not like I knew you were gonna die trying to live, but I'm sorry you're gonna die here."

Beatrice tries to continue the treatment by answering one eye and truncating Subaru's words as scratchy bullshit. But...

"- Eh."

"Ah."

Feeling the wound bury in a definite wave of healing, Subaru, however, shakes off its wounded arm, causing Beatrice to raise a small, surprising voice.

He rolled sideways with a trembling knee as he did, distancing himself from the girl as he majestically defiled the floor of the forbidden library, and glanced back at her looking at this one in exactly an impatient shape.

A pile exhales rough and pierces his hips with his current behavior falls to the floor. A tall sound. There was a sound of accumulated water draining out, and blood overflowing from the wound. Communicating legs, a river of blood flows through the kneeling floor. to Beatrice, who stuffs his breath and watches how it is. Subaru strips his fangs out,

"I don't want it to be a wound treatment...... Huh! If it doesn't matter if you die or are too raw... why did you deviate to help me!?

"That's... because you're so unusual and you can't watch..."

"Why... why me?!? If that's what you want to do, why would you want to help Petra... help Frederica!? With this power of yours, you don't have to fight to get away with it... even if it's like doing it...!

If we were to "cross the door" to cut off the connection between the outside world and the room, even Elsa, that obstinate tracker, could have been caught in smoke. I've never had the ability to specialize more in escape if I applied it. No late escape Petra, no Frederica headed for the stoop, and no Lem could even move as he slept -!

"Should be aided......! I'm an idiot and I'm weak... you would have arrived where I couldn't reach you... but why..."

"How could Betty do that... to Betty, there's no reason to help the three of you? I don't know. That's not what I know."

"If you...! It's a reason to help me, and you won't have it!?

Beatrice shakes her head sideways reluctantly and denies Subaru's plea. overlapping her denial, Subaru slammed the floor with his healing right arm,

"How did you help!? How could I save you!? Whimsical? If it's me, it's just me, not like the other three of me! Rem is a much better kid, he's a frederica and he wants to do something... Petra was still small... guys, way worse than me...! There's a reason to live... it's worth it!

"Value? Reason? I wonder why Betty has to respect the self-satisfaction that comes with it. It's hard to remember, Ningen!

"Then what is your inconsistent behavior!? I can't even show my face at all that searching around, but I sneeze only when I'm in danger like this...! I'm that kid too. If I don't see value in it... it would be nice if I were alone in this place!!

How did you show up after it was too late for everything now?

I should have been able to hide out without even letting you realize I was there, but if Elsa saw the anomaly that happened to Subaru, it's not necessarily that Beatrice's presence wouldn't be exposed.

Then even this girl might have a future where she'll be mutilated before that murder blade. How did you invite yourself in half-dead until you took that risk?

Why did you give up living, save yourself for wanting to die, etc.

"It can be whimsical... if you're willing to save me... if you still have shards left to help me... now, kill me... what the fuck..."

"What... may I say..."

"Now! Kill me! Before everything can't be overwritten, before the time has come to finalize taking away everything! Kill me! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Spitting, spitting blood, scratching the floor with the lost right hand and the left hand Subaru exclaims and pleads.

Before the meaning of Subaru's life is rooted out, just breathing and prolonging so carelessly now, before the coming of a future that will be irrevocable.

I scream for this useless and helpless chunk of powerlessness to end.

I beg you to exclaim from his soul, but Beatrice will not accept it.

She shook her neck sideways, puzzled and disgusted by the look on her face.

"I don't know, I don't know. I don't know about you, Ningen. How could you... how could you say that when you have a life now?

"Don't you just save your life!? My life is in pain now! There shouldn't be, there shouldn't be... if you're gonna save me..."

I can't rely on anyone else, and I want this miserable time in my own hands right now -.

Seeing Subaru breathing ready, Beatrice rings in a thin voice like "Ah" or something. With that in his ear, Subaru did not hesitate to put his tongue out of his mouth,

"- Huh!"

Thoughtfully chewed it into pieces and stepped into the act of self-determination.

Severe pain. Of the right arm or of the lower back and shoulders or different, completely different dimensions of pain. No matter how much you taste, you can't be able to tolerate pain. The wounds that arise in every place, the pain that arises from everywhere, can't all be different, new, painful, spicy, getting used to, etc. Pain behaves equally whenever, just as pain.

Blood spills in his mouth, Subaru peels off his white eyes and faints on the spot.

He falls in, his vision goes around, his hands and feet tremble and his cramps begin. Pain, I can't breathe. A thousand slit tongues are blocking my throat and I'm having trouble breathing.

"- Well, do!

It is not an instant death wound. Sharp, dull pain intermittently pierces the brain, unstoppable limb tremors, tears of blood passing through the cheeks in pain. A sloppy, half-cut tongue caught on the edge of his lips, symbolizing Subaru's thoughtless lack of coming to self-determination.

This is the third time in another world that Subaru has made a choice of self-determination.

For the first time, during the loop at the Mansion, self-determination ready to take back the irrevocable.

The second time he ended the loop, which originated in the King's Capital, self-determination in his own loss when he found out he had retrieved Rem's existence. I poked my throat with a knife, but nothing changed.

And for the third time, self-determination - there's no guarantee that I can go back, but I can't Subaru to keep living this time. Too heavy. I can't. Then you bet on a handful of possibilities, but to get it back...

"... hey. Leave me, don't leave me..."

A trembling voice is calling Subaru from somewhere in the world that begins to get far away.

Even that voice went far, far away, and eventually disappeared...

- When I woke up, the first thing that poked Subaru's nostrils was the smell of dust.

"Ugh...?

Awaiting awakening of consciousness, Svalbard understands awakening by shaking his head with his eyelids closed.

A body that was lying on the floor. I blur to think that the restart point was inside the cemetery, savoring the sensation of a limp and cold land all over my body.

Wake up your body, open your eyelids in the dim and look around you. I haven't woken up long enough to secure my vision yet, and my tear-mixed vision is blurred and I can't foresee what I want.

However, I am relieved by the fact that apparently I was able to 'go back to death' again. If the returned location is a graveyard, there will be no change at the restart point.

Between the "trials" of the cemetery, the chronological order follows Svalbard's return through the "trials". There's Emilia down by the room, and it should start where she wakes up.

"My head, it hurts..."

Rubbing between his eyebrows and shaking his head gently, Subaru makes his head run to sort out the situation.

Even though there were countless things to think about, once again during the last loop, that increased. I can't think of any legitimate solution to what to do right now. Even the light I should have seen feels like it was a moth light to invite me to a new trap.

I feel like I've fallen into another pit ahead of you trying to bypass the pit to despair.

"That's also the nasty one with the sword mountain omelet..."

Fatal, not incorrect analogy in the sense.

"Trial" of "Sanctuary". Relationship with Garfield. Mansion raid. The mystery of the disappearance of a supposed respite and the establishment of a vengeance for Elsa - a way to rescue the Rems.

I am already fortunate to have been given the opportunity to worry about the frequency of problems that could boil my head, but to do something about it.

Or it could end here, a situation that I wasn't even aware of. I could just break that, how much there is salvation...

"It's hard to know anything again and have to deal with Emilia -"

Saying, Subaru admits that his vision, which until then had been sumptuous, began to clear. I have to snort at the smell I could, and look for Emilia first.

I thought so, lightly hitting my right hand on my forehead like a hiss, and I finally realized it.

- In my right hand, to the fact that I have three missing fingers.

"Nah -!? Ah!?

Subaru's throat groans stunningly when he finds a wound that can't have been, a scar that he can't possibly carry over. And the trembling eyes finally beat me to the point where I was looking at a world that was too convenient for me.

Cold floors, dry stone walls. The callousness that sits on it. The graveyard space Subaru was looking for. But what is before Subaru as a reality is a corner of the library lined with bookshelves filled with books, a room with a unique scent of leather paper that has elapsed over time,

"The forbidden library... what..."

The implausibility of still having my own flesh where I was supposed to say goodbye. And assuming the worst, Subaru confirms his body first.

Worst possibility - it is the possibility that the repetition of the world was fixed at that moment when Subaru stepped into the forbidden library.

Svalbard stares at his right arm touching his face, still in a shape that cannot hide the battle. A missing three fingers and a third of the right arm lost its thickness compared to the left arm. But the wounds on its arms are already blocked, conveying the fact that the exuberance and discoloration of distorted meat is in the process of regenerating the flesh.

There are no noticeable traumas on the stab hips and right shoulders of the pile either, only the feeling of skin sticking and occasional discomfort to pull off.

At least, it can't be the moment I stepped into the forbidden library, which was right after the injury. If that happens, there is only one possibility left in the erasure method.

- I hope you're finally awake.

That was the least I wanted to hear right now for Subaru, who realized the fact.

It looks clear, sounds like you're tired of the world, and you can't even dissipate your interest, soprano, as if you're looking for a connection.

As he sits on the floor, Subaru circles his neck.

Behind my back, I ask for the fantasy of having a silver-haired girl in there with an indelible wish. Girl in a dress sitting on a wooden stepladder to smash that bluff.

Beatrice was looking down Subaru with the book in her hand, looking nothing different than before she lost consciousness.

The breath leaks unconsciously like it falls out. in front of that Subaru. She made a noise and closed the book, slowly descending from the stepladder,

"Because you do stupid things, you really made me struggle. The wounds on his arms, his shoulders, his hips, his tongue, they all healed together. There should be no inconvenience."

…………

"I wonder if there's a word on the fact that I picked up my life. Well, if I punish you for this, don't do anything stupid anymore..."

"You... you know what you did?

"Is...?

Beatrice was approaching the subaru of silence as she lined up words to give thanks. showering the voice that pushed her to death, the moment she glanced at her face,

――――

Stand up and grab Beatrice's well-decorated dress with her extended left arm. "Ah," she said, drawing her mouth open to surprise, leaning her own face to slap it against its face,

"I can't believe who helped me - I asked for that!!

"-"

"You know what you did!? Everything's ruined because of you! Anything you can do, maybe you can do something, but it's your fault! How could you not let me die!? Survive, so what happens... what happens! Yep!?"

Literally, Subaru was supposed to get the right to start over by sparing his life.

But it was blocked by the hand of the girl in front of her, and it never came true. All that remained in Subaru's hands was an indescribable sense of loss and endless anger towards Beatrice.

"Help me on a whim, treat my wounds too... so are you satisfied? You want me to thank you! Oh, thank God! Thanks to you, my life was saved! Anything but life, even if it all fell, only life was saved!

"Betty just... just..."

"What the heck is going on this time of year, you can't run out of thanks!? Always look down on me with a clear face that I can afford. You're good at this, aren't you? You like that, don't you? You look down and laugh."

As much as he hates, he distorts his cheeks to an ugly grin, and Subaru curses and murmurs at the attracted Beatrice. That's how I behaved shallow to fill my heart with dissatisfaction, disappointment, and sense of loss. But that word butt interrupts the fudge.

"- Eww."

"Ah..."

Because I saw a large tear spill out of the girl's eyes that I grabbed and brought closer to me.

As soon as I saw it, the blood that was on my head cuttingly drew rapidly, and it was full of ugly and malicious intentions that I ran into my mouth, which made me horrible and irresistible.

A loose fingertip opened Beatrice's body from hatred, and the girl's body, lowered to be thrust away, hit the bookcase behind her and her knee fell on the spot.

Fierce nausea stirs up. I can't stand the ugliness of it myself, conscious of what I've mouthed.

Ugly. Distorted. What is it other than eight hits? From Beatrice, who doesn't know the circumstances of "Back to Death," she just healed the wounds of a dying Subaru. There can be no reason to be abusive and be thankful for being a benefactor of life.

Reason understands that. But emotions don't try to admit it. Subaru flirted with both extreme emotions that lay at his insides, but still had to say something to Beatrice, who fell in, and looked up,

"No...... wow, bad. I'm not going to say that... it's not your fault..."

If anyone is bad, it is undoubtedly Subaru himself.

I knew what was going to happen, but I stepped to the tiger's nest without warning and stepped on its tail. There is a lot of arrogance, such as making the people around you pay for it and groaning that there is no reason for you to be blamed.

Emotionally, I'm willing to blame her for lack of information. Even though I was hiding myself from Subaru, I have feelings that I can't drink to the fact that I only showed up at that moment.

But at least that doesn't make Subaru an exonerator for accusing her.

"Sorry. Wound, thanks for healing me. But I will soon..."

I must at least disappear from her front and choose self-determination elsewhere.

There is no reason for Subaru to continue this world. We lost too much here. Subaru will not be strong enough to live in a world that has lost what must not be lost.

So Subaru thanked Beatrice with few words and let her gaze wander away trying to quit the library -

――――

Next to the broken Beatrice, I noticed a black fitted book falling.

Blank cover. Thick construction. It looks heavy duty, about the size of a dictionary and seems slightly more difficult to carry. All the same, I found out. And Subaru's gaze nails him.

Why is that now on this occasion?

"Because the 'gospel' is in the dragon car... at hand, in the library..."

The witchcraft gospel in the possession of Petergius is at Subaru's disposal by retrieving it as a trophy. But it doesn't treat it as a book to be stored in a library, it just keeps it in a consciousness of unknown use and strict caution, and it can't be on this occasion.

Shaking his neck to the side in a situation he doesn't understand, Subaru reaches for the fallen gospel. He wants you to check its contents and deny this anxiety. But...

"- No!"

In front of Subaru, who reaches for a moment, the gospel is exposed from the side.

If you look at it, it disrupted the hem of the garment, and Beatrice, who roughed his breath, was holding that gospel with both arms and moving away from Subaru. Distanced, she glances down at the gospel in her arms with her throat caught by a whimper, spilling a breath resembling a ho and a relief through the cover with her fingers.

Because that trick, which touches something loving, stirred Subaru's unpleasant hunch.

"Why are you making that seem so important?

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"Isn't that the book the witches had...? It's not, is it? Wow, they look alike, but they're not, are they? You just bothered to keep them away from me so they wouldn't think that, because they look just like you and they're going to mislead you, right? Right, I'm a quick and easy nature, I'm highly presumptuous, my mouth is bad, my eyes are bad, my personality is distorted..."

…………

"Hey - deny it, do it"

To Subaru, who lines up his defense to her early, but Beatrice keeps silent. Subaru throws words that are not much more than a plea.

In front of that Subaru, Beatrice leaked a small exhale, sticking forward the book in both hands to look Subaru,

"It's exactly what you imagined.... This is the gospel. You say, the same guidance to luck that the witches have in their hands. A place to live. Just one truth, I wonder."

"Duh, why... do you have that? Where are they selling it? Mi, you're too lucky to tell me the future or something. There's a strategy book in real life. How much of a game is out of balance...... hey, oi"

"… is Betty not instructed to answer that question"

Beatrice tells Subaru grimly, turning the page with a trembling voice to throw the inquiry. To the girl who drops her eyes on the contents of the book, Subaru savours the feeling of her tongue being paralyzed.

"If the book isn't right, you won't do anything."

"That question isn't even in the book."

"Who healed my wound? He hid me in the forbidden library."

"I wonder if that question is even in the book."

"What are you talking to me like this right now? You saved me from dying...?

- I don't know.

Beatrice throws the answer back emotionally with her eyes dropped on the book.

To its dolled appearance, to his attitude of losing sight of his emotions, Subaru raises his voice with his lungs spasmodically frightened, attacked by a glare that seems to even forget how to breathe.

"Everything has to be right about that book!?

"... I guess. Yes, it is. Everything, do you follow the Gospel? Doing so means Betty's life, and there's only Betty to do so."

"You helped me... this is how the book said to do it!? And you saved me from dying in the Warcraft Forest! My heart wore out, and you tried to help me! Fucking each other, yelling at each other, and all the time you've been acting like an idiot... all of it, your will is nowhere... is that what you're saying!?

"So...... yeah, I guess I'm telling you!!

Svalbard words. Beatrice, blushing in anger, screams so that she can wear it at its end. step forward, she pointed Subaru at the

"I wonder if everything Betty has ever done, seen or said was written down here. You... there's no way you can move Betty's heart. It's good to think of you, Ningen."

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"Betty does exactly what Betty wants, what she's alive for. I wonder if I've spent my life for it, my time for it, everything for it, and I'm just doing this to do it.... you must deny it...!!

"Bear......"

Beatrice's emotions overflow like a weir cut. I tried to speak up, but it was blocked by a sudden feeling of pressure from the front.

Retreating to the feeling of wind, Subaru realizes the fact that his body is pushed towards the door of the room without being able to resist. - If it stays like this, it pops out.

"Stop... Beatrice!

"Everything about Betty is for your mother! Only connecting with your mother is everything about Betty! I don't know anything about you... I don't..."

――――

"I don't. I hate it. I hate it. - I hate it!"

Shaking his head, hiding his tearful face, Subaru's body is bounced off the girl's scream.

The door that opens. The space is about to drive Subaru out of the forbidden library. Subaru's right arm puts his hand on the edge of that door. But three fingers are missing. I barely supported my body with my index finger alone, but only a few seconds of respite remained.

Face up, Subaru tries to raise his voice to the crying girl...

"Beatrice -!"

"... sama"

Canceled by a fine voice, Subaru's words do not reach below her.

Blow up. Cancel. The space is distorted and Subaru's flesh is ejected from where it should be to where it shouldn't be.

――――

The door makes a noise and closes, the wind that was blowing to knock stops and the silence falls into the library.

One girl is left behind. With a whimpering face, she sits back in the room with a slow footing - a fluttering bare gesture to the stepladder, a fixed position, and opens the gospel with her knees holding her and trembling fingertips on it. And

"Why... Betty has nothing..."

Before the blank pages of nothing was noted, only her whimpering continued to resonate vainly in the quiet room.