Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

"Well, don't ask me to buy you the time you need to meet"

That's what Subaru, who successfully completed the crowd search and joined, said to Otto.

Otto, who had been revealed by Subaru the day before yesterday as of the previous day, immediately perceived it as a signal to start the situation he had been preparing for over two days.

"I don't mind that, but can you guess where Emilia is going? If Mr. Natsuki and Emilia can't rendezvous while we're buying time, it's all for nothing..."

"It's hard to say there's no pulling out there. The situation is now because of the disconnection. Just, well, don't worry about it."

Svalbard, who scratched his head and looked pitiful, tightened his expression.

Sharp, rather than purely unobtrusive, when he looks serious, it just looks like he's angry at something.

With his short relationship, Otto, who knows his character, can't go wrong with it, but he has to think of himself as the owner of a lost face. Similar things are thought of by Otto as Subaru, but the lack of awareness around it was what this odd friend had in common with each other.

"I know where Emilia is. Honestly, it's a pity to hear you're gone... but calm down, it's the only place I'm talking about."

"Really? By the way, that's... no, I'm not going to ask."

"Really? Nothing. You can take on the role of admiring my reasoning, okay?

"I'll stop. I don't feel comfortable holding Mr. Natsuki's drum, and Garfiel will have trouble catching me at the end of my time and talking about everything I'm pompous about, right?

"I see," Subaru nodded as he shrugged his shoulders and complained about the danger of leaking information.

In fact, that must be a matter of concern. Otto doesn't think he's special, pain resistant, and I don't remember experiencing pain beyond his limits.

I don't necessarily have to talk about what I know polo because of the harm done to my chopped garfiel. I'm sorry I just pulled my leg in that way.

"Well, if I were to leak it out of your mouth, I'd just have to think I'd do that."

――――

No offense, Subaru makes it easy for me to say "please take it easy".

A face that would know nothing about what the side that is asked about would look like.

That's all, unconsciously trusted, and who can betray it?

I'm really a hell of a friend because I'm not aware of this.

"Whatever it is, I'll do my best to make it work. Whether Natsuki works or not, my future will change dramatically."

"Right. If I fail big, your future is on the bottom.... If you think it sucks, run honestly. Probably because he's not joking today."

"... yeah, I'll keep that in mind for the liver"

Otto responds with a faint loosening of his lips to the words considered here.

At the meeting with Subaru, Otto was able to get the evacuees from the village of Aram in each dragon car, as he had prepared in advance to root out, and say that he would leave for a little while before starting his escape.

In order to mislead Garfield's nose when carrying a large number of villagers, the two dragon cars should be packed with villagers' clothes and handled using the main road to the understandable outside.

The path for the evacuees to flee is taught in advance by Otto thoroughly examining the night and explaining it unconsciously to each ground dragon.

There are no deficiencies, it should be.

I hope Operation Otto is pure and the evacuees can escape.

It's a process that will buy Subaru and Emilia time to discuss while escaping the threat of the Great Raven that will strike in two days' time. It is also a visible operation that Garfield then returns to the settlement and finds Subaru and the training ground unfolds -.

――――

Otto had decided that we should not let him do so.

In the first place, Otto Suwen is not physically blessed.

In the profession of a pedestrian, he wears quite a bit of protection to avoid the dangers on the road, but he takes ten steps back, as opposed to the ones who made the real battle a business.

Escorts are indispensable when transporting loads of value, and when bandits attack you trying to get through mountain roads for shortcut purposes, you have thrown away a load of crying and run away.

We all admit that we are not fit for rough things enough to solve things head-on with violence.

"What am I doing to someone like that right now..."

Gently wiping her cold sweaty floating forehead with her sleeves, Otto is forced to grin by moving her tense cheeks. Big premise as a merchant, always smiling when relative.

As the birth of a merchant, Otto also grew up with that lesson tapped in. Although it is only about half a lifetime of experience from around the age of ten.

Still, this habit is not a mockery either.

If you smile in this way and make your body think first of all, 'It's the same sneezing scene as usual', your body can gradually accept tension as something comfortable.

Hands move. My legs move too. I can still run.

It's weird of me to run all this way through the ground with bad scaffolding and not breathing up. The lightness of the reopened mind is blossoming the still unseen power of Otto's entire body.

"Though, you know you just woke up. No need to be chronic, no need to be alarmed."

Through the gaps in the woods trees, Otto draws attention to himself as the most unscathed here.

Far away, Garfield, who has left me, has not been able to discover this one. but of course you can't keep running away like this. It is Otto's role now to keep Garfiel's consciousness engaged and not to bring him back to the 'sanctuary'.

That Garfiel doesn't actually make you realize that you don't have to deal with Otto.

While lurking in the woods, Otto shows off one trick after another to attract Garfiel. It is that thought that is truthful that occupies the heart of it.

Actually, Garfield doesn't have to deal with Otto.

In order to achieve his aim of not letting the 'sanctuary' go free, it is crucial to hold down Subaru and Emilia, which are necessary, not to mention exactly Otto.

That must have been best understood by Garfiel himself, who had been so unconscious to Otto and thus shrugged off his leg.

Rolling leaves and demon ore. And tons of featherworms planted in dragon cars.

With two undamaged traps, Otto succeeded in bringing blood up Garfield's head.

Garfiel has now lost his cool and narrowed his horizons that he is the one who has to defeat Otto. You don't have to.

"I don't know, they'll notice you as soon as you put the time aside."

Otto therefore has no choice but to continue his provocation against Garfiel, who knows that approaching him is more dangerous than anything else.

He's killing his nose, so unless he's in sight, it won't be fatal, but if he gets caught, Garfiel has a huge difference in ability to just fill his distance from Otto in an instant.

Exactly, tension and prudence were required like a crossover.

――――

As he dives into the bushes, Otto peeps into the sights ahead.

In front of him, about twenty meters away, there was a Garfiel staring around him. The smell is completely dead due to the effect of an oil called kissinis, which produces an irritating odor and can be exposed to the wheels of dragon cars. Looking for Otto relying on his sight for frustration has an unafraid atmosphere like a beast at hand.

To keep the consciousness going, it's just as stupid to stick your hand in a burning fire and burn yourself.

'Okay, please!

"Aioi"

Otto's voice makes a thin sound, and the corresponding ringing is translated into meaning through the tympanic membrane.

In the form of following Otto's cue, the forest faintly blurted.

"Ahhh...?

To the whimsy of the trees swaying in the wind, Garfiel raised his face as he felt uncomfortable.

It is the mud dumplings made round the soil and hun that are released simultaneously from the trees that surround him with their faces.

It's an intimidating act by a small animal that is considered a forest mouse, inhabited by tall trees.

Naturally, the mud dough itself does not have the ability to kill, but it was thrown simultaneously from eight directions, and Garfield rushes to avoid it. But not avoidable, taking a few shots in the foot, tongue-in-cheek at the smell and mud adhesion.

"Oh, my God! Shit! Why are you doing this... this, too, that bastard's trick..."

Dirty. Impersonating it into a nearby tree, Garfiel suspects Otto's involvement even now. but as I spoke of that suspicion, I noticed something and wrinkled it around my nose.

- Mori Mud Dumplings do not have the ability to kill. All you have to do is get your clothes dirty and stink.

But the smell of their hun has the habit of attracting certain bugs living in the woods,

"- Huh!"

Something approached and jumped on his feet as if under Garfiel's feet, underneath the dirt. Crawling through Garfiel's feet, which clogs his breath, is a hundred-legged bug with a black, long body length.

A hundred feet as long as a man's arm crawls up to the knee of Garfiel's left foot, where the forest mouse hun adheres, pressing a grotesque oral cavity to devour the dough trace.

"Huh! Disgusting!

Flip your nails and Garfiel pays off your whole body. But from the ground the same hundreds of feet were crawling out from the next to the next, bouncing around to take away not only Garfiel's legs, but the mud dough that had taken him off, and a strip of it presented a sort of hell of a look.

That hundred feet is a creature that prefers the fruit seeds of the trees, contained in the hun of a forest mouse.

Otto, who even needed to walk around and trap in the woods, threw those 'things that seem to work' from one end to the other by exchanging words with many creatures.

Apparently, a hundred feet is not the type to be a carnivore or have poison, back to back with the ugliness of appearance, but that's enough of a threat if you're surrounded by all that.

And Garfield.

"- Huh! Ahh! Shirazake!!

Boil your business to a swarm of cluttering hundreds of feet, and Garfiel spits and screams.

And as he shook his right leg up high, he stabbed him to the ground to slap him as he wished.

Shortly afterwards, the earth centered around him bounced to be square and cut.

――――

Seeing that sight out of common sense, Otto accidentally breathed.

Garfiel hunts one after the other, running his claws and legs over the cut earth to a herd of immobile hundreds of feet in shock waves. When the floating ground makes a fierce noise and returns to the earth, all the hundreds that were crawling around him are exorcised, and the remaining hundreds also dive into the ground again as if they had formed fear.

The trees where the forest rats lived and the inhabitants who were caught in the current stripping of the earth and helped Otto escaped with the other body.

They seem to have paid a considerable price in exchange for sugar water.

"Well, I hope you don't resent it because it depends on the amount of equipment we have."

Before one scale of Garfield's power, Otto reflected lightly to calm his mind. Then back down as he kills the sound again, guiding him to the next trap location while keeping distance from Garfiel, who walked out.

I didn't run around the woods without sleeping with Dada for two and a half days.

- Because as soon as this thing clears up, I'm gonna sleep so much I don't even dream about it.

"Wow, it's coming."

- I know, yeah, I know.

"Ugh, wow, it's coming, it's coming."

- So I know, because it's also woven.

"Shinja. Shin, right? Poor thing. '

- Do you mind if I stop being pessimistic!?

Releasing the 'protection of the Spirit of the Word', a hint of murmur pops into Otto's ear running.

It is the voice of every willing creature, of insects, small animals, living all over the forest, from which it is difficult to sort and hear what has to do with you.

About twenty years after the expression of "The Protection of the Spirit of the Word," and about ten years after it became available for use. In all that time, I've never tried so much impotence.

Even when I used shelter to clear up the wrongs that had previously been inflicted on me, there were limits to the creatures that lived because the place was a city, albeit a province.

But if it were to be in a vast forest, its absolute number would far exceed Otto's tolerance.

In the universe, in trees, in leaves, in soil, in stones, in worms, in small animals, there are as many places to live. Listening to the voices of all the creatures hiding there is close to the feeling of being slapped into the brain by more than a hundred human words at the top.

It's not just audible.

"Protecting the Spirit of the Word" forces Otto to understand. In other words, Otto's brain activity will cost him processing on everything that "The Protection of the Spirit of the Word" picks up.

"Bu......"

A sharp pain runs on his head and the otto shaking his upper body brings him to the tree in a loose way. and dripping blood adhered to the sleeve I put on my face to wipe the sweat.

It's a nosebleed. Two-way facial bleeding would be proof left that the brain is overactive. Your brain flutters intermittently and your tinnitus continues to sound without soothing.

"Uh, I didn't know. If I keep using it, will this happen, my protection? It's hard to handle... it's not just convenient, so it's a problem."

I brutally wipe my nosebleeds, rubbing between my eyebrows and running out.

Still, tinnitus is ongoing, but I don't intend to interrupt the protection. Besides, Otto can't even continue this escape play on his own.

Like earlier, there are voices that follow Garfield's trends. Instead of Otto, who can't turn around, I have eyes that monitor Garfield.

Attaching the cooperation of worms and animals who are willing to differ from humans is not easy, though I don't know how it is thought around them.

Anyway, they don't have the same form of thought as humans.

What do you rejoice in and what do you dislike? This common sense is insanity over there. This will not bring us to negotiations, nor will we know what to use as weapons.

And even the same bugs and animals, the more intelligent they are, the more individual differences they make. There are also regional differences, such as having very different feelings of likeness and illness in areas inhabited by the same type of insect.

It is nothing more than the fact that Otto, bent over, is now able to continue to evade the threat of Garfiel, having obtained a preparation period, albeit for a short time, and the result of Otto's exhaustion of the time and power that he can have in it.

- Would Subaru have found Emilia by now and been able to talk properly?

This is how Otto finds himself in the midst of misery, only to prolong his conversation with Emilia a little.

If his assumptions are off or Emilia can't see any progress without following the prospects, it's all a pale attempt to attribute it to blisters.

How can I be so subaru?

In his thoughts to distract the pain, Otto thinks about that.

Since he is the benefactor of his life, it is true that he is cooperating to repay that loan.

Because he recognized himself as a friend, and because he was asked for strength, it's also true that he's cooperating with it if he has no choice.

But would I have been a man so hard as to think I would have done more than I was asked to do?

"... oh well"

At that time, I had the feeling that I had passed the back of my brain, and I realized why I had cut it off.

And Otto laughs unexpectedly.

It's simple if you realize it.

Why Otto trusts Subaru and lends his strength is disgusting.

"I give up not being understood, and I can't believe I hold my head like that... I'm better than anyone else, I should have known"

I hear voices that no one else can hear, the power of 'the protection of the Spirit of the Word'.

Otto, who hears the voices of other creatures and knows what he could not possibly know, was smoked by many humans. Now that we have lost what was our friend and no longer see our family, 'The Protection of the Spirit of the Word' is an extra tool for Otto that has no use other than to open up an emergency.

But I had that blessing, but the late experience was different.

The experience, distanced on the grounds of 'the protection of the Spirit of the Word', taught Otto the pain of not understanding himself to others. I knew what I knew about it, and how I couldn't pass it on to anyone else. If you don't understand anyway, I gave you a remorse to give up.

All of them were the same Subaru before he revealed what he held to Otto.

So Otto believed Subaru, laying his past self on his figure, and ran out.

Nothing else.

Natsuki Subaru is not the only one Otto wants to save. Through him, Otto wanted to save his past self, Otto Suwen.

"Look, put it on... ah!!

"- Huh!?

At the moment in himself, when he realized another heart, Otto heard the voice of others from a different angle than 'the protection of the Spirit of the Word' and was bounced off the ground by the shock of hitting him in the shoulder.

It is overthrown so that it is pulled down, and rolls as it is received by soft soil.

"Buh, Peh! Hey, what... Grr!

"Za 'neh!

He spits out the falling leaves in his mouth, and as soon as he wakes up his body, he has a toenail in his torso. He was squeezed out of the air in his lungs and kicked down the ground hard again.

The top and bottom switches messily, my head turns and my thoughts get rough. Oxygen didn't touch my brain, and pain like blood solidified in my body hurt my whole body through my blood vessels.

"Even if you're a nose fool, you have ears for me. I'm sorry to hear about the trick, but the bugs were so peachy and perky... and now I'm done."

"What do you say?... I still don't know the battle just because I caught up with you. Pfft."

"Don't slap me down. I tried so hard... but I can't eat any more time."

Garfiel's foot rides over his back belly and is critically weighed.

His ribs twitched, pressure above Garfield's weight, which was supposed to be small, applied directly from the top, and Otto slammed his hands and feet as he rattled bitterly.

"If I step in as I please, that's all. Yeh is fine wood dust. Earlier, I played the ground, and I must have seen it from somewhere. I wake up like a jerk in my body. Give it a try, huh?

"- Sorry, I want to wear it."

Otto smiles back like a loser on his face as he looks down to intimidate him. Garfiel snorted slightly at that otto's attitude,

"Much better, don't be a gutsy face. I didn't even know we were going this far before we met."

…………

Praise, the sound close to it was in Garfield's words.

Otto leaks a thin breath around his neck as he hears it. Garfiel narrowed his eyes to Otto, who continued to exhale fine like a plunder.

"Until now, I must have overlooked it..."

――――

"As soon as Mei Ye became motivated, the whole forest turned to my enemies. The first fallen leaves rose because the bugs behind the leaves flew in unison. There must be some kind of seed in the dragon car, in the wild, in the fucking dough, in the hundreds of feet, in the snakes gushing from the fallen trees, and in the hordes of poisonous flowers that led them to the birds."

Garfiel fingers and counts the traps put up to get here.

With his words in his ear, Otto continued to extend his thin breath.

As Garfield spotted it, every trap Otto set by running around in the woods. Means to shred your ability to act and buy time.

None of them went wrong and served to attract Garfiel here.

However, a number of natural marvels that could not be accomplished by chance made Garfiel realize that Otto worked all of them and that he was the reason why he was able to do it.

"I'm not very good at thinking about it, but I still live to stop thinking about it. So I thought about it. Think, think, think like this. I don't know what this world means. Most of the events are affected by the power of protection. - You'll have that protection, too."

".................. fu"

"I don't know if it's forest protection or dirt protection, but if it is, it doesn't matter what they do. No alarm, no mercy, no need to clean up.... That's why."

Hitting the unresponsive otto with his words, Garfiel looks back with his trembling body in his foot kicked in small pieces. And narrow that sharp eye to pity,

"That way, if you're after something with the evil eye of giving up, you can't even notice it."

――――

There is an open space in front of Garfield looking back, where now the white light is gathering.

The sun through the gaps in the trees - a completely different colour development than that is where dense mana has blown up enough to be visible.

The more he jumped into the detour, the more intense the height of mana seemed to be, Garfield glanced down at Otto with his face.

"That's my trump card. So far, I've made a false threat. The translation is wrong. I have something to turn you upside down. If I could just let you go until the end, I could have pushed you in there."

"... ahhh"

Crouch, Garfiel grabs and lifts the groaning Otto collar.

From Otto's nostrils, nosebleeds were flowing out again due to brain hyperactivity, and Garfiel shook his neck sideways in a spectacular manner that stained the lower half of his face with blood.

"Fine, but I can't go one step further. You're making a big deal of yourself."

"Are you about..."

"That's right. I wish I could win. - I don't know what kind of trap it was, but taste its power."

Like he says it's for his hand, Garfiel throws the Otto's body softly in his arms.

After a short floating sensation, the thrown otto rolled on the ground without even taking a reception and into a dense area of white mana.

In the drifting of dark mana, the contents of Otto's head, which was even just a blur, are contaminated.

My eyes turned, my tongue was paralyzed, and my nosebleeds kept flowing unstoppable.

Trap. Last trap. Throw me in, so, what, what?

"I'll show you."

Arm up and wait for Otto's end when Garfield falls.

In a depressed position, capturing its appearance at the edge of his sight, Otto gathered scattered thoughts about where he was and what he had to do to understand.

- That the last trap came to fruition.

"... Hey, can I ask you something?

"Ah?

Otto gets his hands on the ground and wakes up his body diligently.

You didn't think you could move yet, Garfield is opening his eyes and revealing his surprise. I thought that creepy. I see, I can also snort Subaru's words.

If you can't, do what they think you can do, that's funny. It's true. Bad personality, but surely this pleasure is unlikely to stop.

"Until you got here, Mr. Garfield... how long have you been knocking down trees and choosing the ground?

"Hey, I don't know what you're trying to say."

"That's all the mana that's accumulating where I am right now... that's all that pissed off the woods,"

While I was talking, my accomplishments made Otto forget his fatigue and pain.

Dangerous Lu Ryu gets certainty, sits on the ground and Otto sees Garfiel.

He was unwrapping his arms and finally trying to move with a face he realized he had gotten on to this one.

But it's late.

- Al, Donna.

A full mana circulates the entire body of Otto, and the world changes shape in response to chanting.

- A dusty stream of dirt and sand, which rose due to the dizzying speed and momentum, struck the entire body of the slow-moving Garfiel and blew it across the forest.

"Ha... ha... ha..."

Shivering his raised arms, Otto continues to breathe so fatigued that blood is likely to mix.

All the mana that was drifting around have been wiped out by magic.

The sensation of nausea caused by Mana was distant, but the whole body, immersed in alternative fatigue, is painful and painful.

- The last trap Otto put up was a simple one connected to the numerous traps so far.

In other words, Otto suggested that we all punish the enemies who work evil in the forest surrounding the settlement, as a prerequisite for attaching cooperation with insects and small animals living in the forest.

Garfiel apparently walked wide through the woods while spending his days in the 'sanctuary', which behaved sideways with the eyes of forest animals.

Sharpening nails, crushing down trees instead of working out, and perhaps even collecting firewood for a living are, in the long run, destructive manoeuvres for animals.

Those numerous little evil deeds came down, and Garfiel was sadly perceived as a big, powerful bad guy for the majority of creatures in the woods.

Otto negotiated with the forest creatures to help punish Garfield. And while straining numerous traps and making them work, if Garfiel repeatedly destroys further forests - the forest dwellers promised to concentrate their mana in one place and help Otto to the fullest.

A visibly vast mana is a 'visible thought trap'.

Garfiel, who had fallen into so many traps so far and had become sensitive, avoided it and threw an impassioned otto into the place that moved so much in return for his interest.

With the help of Morinaka, Otto helped himself to exercise more magic than he could have.

As a result, the soil and sand currents that occurred beat Garfiel's entire body, inflicting enough damage to him that he could be a decision-maker, not having been able to do any damage so far.

Without the power to fight back against Otto, the alarm held it back.

It's all just the way Otto sees it.

In other words:

"Now this is it..."

He said, "Well, we've done everything we can."

Garfiel was staring at Otto, who was discouraged by his plundering breath, peering at his body from a flock of trees.

His clothes have worn out and there have been a number of sharp stone-cut wounds from all over his peeking skin. But they've protected an important place like the head, and the footsteps don't look like they're still having a huge impact.

The difference in pure local power spread further beyond Otto's imagination.

Honestly, I'm surprised.

"... is that right?"

"I could do this far. Ah, I didn't really think so. On the other hand, I gave up and thought to myself that I was underestimating Je. - Forgive me, I imitated a man."

Otto shakes his head saying he doesn't need such an apology to Garfiel, who says it with a strange face.

What I wanted was a word. But Otto's whole body, while perfectly useful, did not lead to the defeat of Garfiel.

Therefore, Otto's resistance ends here.

Make sure your hands feel and Garfiel flashing his sharp beast nails will not forgive Otto this time.

That sharp blade-like nail tip would rip Otto's body straight and kill him, as would the sincerity he showed against Otto.

- All you can do, have you done it?

I have a real sense that I've got it all out.

Whether it was' the protection of the Spirit of the Word 'or about friendship or borrowing, I put myself out.

Still, it didn't arrive, so I had no choice.

What Otto can do for himself ends here.

So...

"Bye. - When you wake up, clean it all up."

"Let's just say this is it for my personal battle..."

――――

He groans as his breath falls out, Otto weakens and closes his eyes.

That attitude, when it comes to giving up, seems far from cleanliness -.

"No way......"

Garfiel fights again to see if there is anything else yet, and turns his whole body's hair upside down and turns his guard around his neck in the open.

There's no sign of anything around, in the eight directions. If there's anything, it's...

"- Huh!"

Peeled his fangs, Garfiel peeled his top with his nails up.

Breathe in, inflate your lungs for growling. But there was a delay in that behavior. He opens his eyes to the sight in front of him, and Garfiel raises what is not a roar with his open mouth.

It wasn't murder, it wasn't hostility, it was a name.

"Garf -!!"

Overhead, there are shadows jumping from the top of the trees and falling this way.

Flashing a short skirt, the tip of a gripped wand targets Garfiel's head.

Garfiel exclaims as he sees mana gather at the tip of the wand and light emanate from it.

"How dare you... lahhhhhhhhhh!!

At the next moment, a blade of wind burst and a blast scattered through the 'sanctuary' forest.