Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

- The place of sealing could be found lightly in addition to thoughts.

"This is it, Hoo-in?

The young Emilia looks at the demonic object in front of her and tilts her neck as she puffs her purple blue eyes.

In front of Emilia is a strange door in a space surrounded by great trees, found behind that and beyond the woods.

It's a door, but it's not connected to the building, and there's nothing to try to circle around behind. It's just that there's a door big enough to look up in the woods.

"How can you not fall..."

I try to push the door in wonder, but I'm not even scared to open it. Naturally, the door itself did not fall with Emilia's fine arms, and the door enjoyed the tranquillity of being subjected to a breeze.

The material of the door seems wood, but the cold feeling I tried to touch is close to ice. The surface was smooth to the touch and there was a strange feeling like polished stone.

In the middle of the closed doors with both openings is a lock, which is as old as a peek at a large keyhole as Emilia's palm. I have no idea whose pocket it will fit, such as a key that fits that size.

"Henkorin......"

Knock on the door with the back of your hand to make sure it's supposed to be stiff but doesn't echo. Although he found it, without knowing what it meant, Emilia twisted her neck,

"What the hell. Hey."

――――

The pale glow circles around Emilia's head asking for consent.

Since her encounter in the princess's room, the fairy, who found herself here in the woods, found this place as soon as Emilia revealed she was looking for a 'seal'.

Though I followed their guidance to this occasion, they don't even know what this seal means, either.

If they knew, they wouldn't even be able to exchange words, so they didn't have the means to tell Emilia.

"I don't know, I'm bored. But I found it. Chitty Chitty."

Knock on his hand and drink alone, Emilia nods loudly before and after the seal.

Now I've got the trump card when I missed my escape from the princess room. Even if Emilia's escape were exposed to the Fortona mothers, if Emilia told me she knew about this seal, I don't know, but maybe it should be a mutual statement.

I don't know why I thought that, though I can't remember the first cut.

"Hmm. Fortna, it's my mother and everyone else's fault. It's bad juice."

Remembering the tall man in black, Emilia tongues out at him who is not here.

Emilia's precious Mother Fortona, the one who brings out her secret expression besides Emilia. I know you're not a bad person, but you must have been Emilia's enemy.

Although we haven't had a direct confrontation yet, Emilia was solidifying her strong will to make sure she stepped on that foot if Fortona had the chance to let us meet.

"The fairy jumps on his face and steps inside the juice is in disarray. That's what I'm gonna do with both legs. Besides, I step on my heels.... it looks painful, so I'll toe it"

Remember to plug a piece of warmth into some ruthless maneuvers.

No blood, no tears. My people don't follow the operation. While paying attention to the fairies and their enemies, Emilia returns from behind the woods to the settlement.

It is now Emilia's usual free time apart from escaping from her princess room. Fortona is at this hour going to see if the junction is loose all over the forest, and there are only as many children left in the settlement as there are old people and Emilia.

The elderly don't follow Emilia's great adventures, and all the children, for some reason, don't get very close to Emilia. Sometimes I miss that, but it wasn't that big of a problem for Emilia to not be able to play around with the kids because in that case Fortona would play with all her strength and make me forget.

"Besides, I'm sure I'm the only one who knows about Huin."

Only I know what everyone doesn't.

Such a small sense of superiority underpinned Emilia's small self-esteem. Emilia stretches her chest and progresses all the way through the woods as she takes the fairies.

Aim at home. Today, Mother Fortona prepared a white paper a lot bigger than the usual one, and I thought I'd run a brush and paint it.

"Gahak today was in the mood to paint a red sky and a white forest. ――

As he portrays the image of slapping him on the canvas in the universe, Fumi Emilia realizes that the fairy's movements have become irregular. "Mm-hmm?" he followed the move with one eye, and the fluttering fairy was about to go off the path of the forest and disappear into the back of the bush.

"This is what Ziken's Yokan does......!

Usually, a situation where a fairy who disappears like a grain of light disappears into the back of the woods fluttering. Emilia decided this was a case, or an invitation to follow.

Step off the road and bush, overcoming grasshoppers and trees taller than your own as a matter of course. Through the woods with long silver hair caught in the branches over and over again, where...

"You've got this in trouble.... I'll be late for my appointment"

In the dark forest detail, I found a man on the way by keeping his back in a thin tree.

"- Ah."

Unexpectedly speaking, Emilia blocks her mouth with both hands. But it's a child's high voice in the quiet woods. The voice clearly reaches the man's ear and draws his attention to it.

"Who is it?

Tilt his neck, and a man turns to the bush where Emilia is.

Soft face. Green hair cut together. Fine, but a tight impression rather than weak. Tall is even taller than Fortona, which Emilia looks up to, and even taller than the grass trees that Emilia desperately tries to jump and face.

The man, who looked familiar to Emilia, was Juice, the hateful enemy.

――――

They stare at the bushes silently and observe that Emilia with her head cannot be overdone.

In fact, Emilia's ass, holding her head and turning back, was out of the bush, and she could see it round from the juice guy, but besides, Emilia didn't notice, and she didn't point out the juice.

Wow, Emilia faces out of the bush with a bumpy face.

"This is a cute little lady coming out...... ugh!

It was juice with a gentle smile on Emilia's appearance, but the second half of the word was interrupted by stunning.

With his eyes open, he is shaking his lips and staring at Emilia. The gaze on that gaze is strangely uncomfortable. That was because Emilia was hostile to juice, and because of the intricate emotions in her juice gaze that she couldn't untie.

"Your daughter... no, you don't..."

――――

With a trembling voice, juice shaking your neck sideways like you saw something incredible. Looking up at him with a snack, Emilia felt pain in that too weak look.

Emilia forgets all of her feelings for juice until then, with such a reluctant and cohabiting look, as if she were a lost child or someone who had always walked in the dark had found light.

"... Juice, are you okay?

"-! Oh, oh, oh... eh"

Walking over, picking the hem of a juicy black monastic garment, Emilia speaks to him.

As soon as he heard it, the look of juice further decimated, and he knelt on the spot as he shook his spine like lightning from Emilia's fingertips picking the hem.

Emilia shook her shoulders unintentionally. Juice on your knees, folding your hips and aligning Emilia with the height of your gaze. From his eyes, there were tremendous tears.

A stream of unstoppable tears creates a great river on that face of juice. The first time Emilia sees a big adult cry, she can only hold her breath and watch it.

Taking such Emilia's stiff hand, Juice looked straight into her purple blue eyes.

"No, it's just... eh. Yeah, yeah! I think it's okay. Nothing wrong...... eh. I, I... I have just been saved more than ever."

"Yes, really...? You got help, and you're crying?

"I'm not crying because I'm sad... I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy, I cry... and there are tears of such good fortune. I don't know anything else about it… Ah, from you… From you, tell me… So…"

From his trembling fingertips came the embarrassing emotion of juice, and Emilia didn't care to shake it off. Shake the other hand back on top of the other hand to be shaken.

Juice bows his head deeply, spills tears on the ground, repeatedly whimpering his incomprehensible tears of happiness.

- Are you happy to weep? Then is he happy now?

"Even if I'm happy, I cry..."

Somehow, I feel like I know how that feels.

Sometimes Emilia also spends a lonely, sleepless night alone. In that case, you dive into Fortna's bed, get held in my mother's arms saying bump, and have a warm time until you welcome her in the morning.

In that case, Emilia is free from anxiety, wrapped in happiness, and sometimes feels like she's about to cry. Will the juice taste the same as Emilia did at that time?

Is Emilia able to do the same thing as Mother Fortona?

"It's okay, Juice. It's okay. It's okay."

"- Huh"

To comfort, Emilia strokes the head of the juice with her overlapping hands.

A violent shock ran into his body and Emilia held the juice to lean over into its little chest. A whimper travels to his chest and his heat flows into the inside of his body.

I was going to step on you, but this is what I'm doing now.

He can't help it. We have no choice. There's no way you can do anything terrible to someone who's crying. Mother Fortna will forgive me if I can't help it.

"I can't believe you're crying alone."

When the juice is done crying, let's hold hands with him and go back to the village.

Fortna, I have to tell Mother.

A walk in the back of the woods and the fact that I cried even though I was an adult.

Because the two of us who shared secrets are not enemies anymore, but something like friends.

- Depositing her back on a stiff feeling, Emilia returns from a moment of unconsciousness.

He shook his head, plugged his fingers into his silver hair and put his face on a streak of high ear rings.

Now, what was the dream I had in a short time?

There is no such view in Emilia's memory. There shouldn't have been.

Yet, as if it had been something I had seen, a strange sight that had erupted. Even though the characters were people Emilia knew, there was a puzzle like being performed a scene she had no idea about, even though it was definitely a performance she was in as well.

I know Fortna, juice, fairies, young self.

And yet, an unrecognizable sight. A view I don't know. Unremembered conversation we had.

Pompous, spilling out, an unknown sight of Emilia.

Sealed doors. Escape from the princess room. Fairy guide. The juices. The identity of the black clothes. Mother Fortona's last words to Emilia.

"- Ah, duh."

Numbness, sharp pain crushed Emilia's brain.

Emilia exhales as she brutally wipes her sleeves with tears floating around her eyes and swells her white eyes red.

Since the morning when my contract with Puck was broken, these unknown memories come up behind Emilia's brain one after another. The truth is Emilia doesn't know what this means.

But we knew that this was nothing, nothing like unfounded delusions.

Nothing else, the fundamental part of Emilia's heart, has neither rejected nor distracted this memory.

I know. The depths of Emilia's heart make this sight.

If so, is this really a sight that happened? Then why isn't it in Emilia's head?

I saw it in "Trials" at the cemetery, my own past.

In that snow forest, Fortna beat me to bitterness and malice. Memories that make me want to scream out. Emilia's memory is lost of something decisive until it ties in there.

Is there something in the sea of memory that leads to its loss?

If so, it's Emilia's job to dive deep into the ocean, expose the seabed, and find something that's sunk.

"Quick... we have to find it..."

My head hurts. My body is heavy. My vision shakes and my whole body looses its power.

Still keeping her weight on the wall, Emilia got up and had to move on.

Twitching, twitching, dragging her heavy body, Emilia goes behind the darkness, to the back, with a crying face, alone, moving on.

Just by myself.