Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

I felt something important fall out of me.

It is not the same gate that made the sound and beckoned and saw the end of its existence.

There was something completely different inside Subaru's body.

Have a fever you don't know if it's hot or cold.

Is there a shape or not, with an indeterminacy that I don't even know about.

It should also be called black starch. It ran around Natsuki Subaru's body and used its power to fog as it praised him for the joy of letting him fly out.

But the remnants are still in Subaru.

To that heterogeneous feeling, Subaru remembers the unspeakable. It's not something I've seen or felt. Yet Subaru knows it as recognition.

Therefore, no matter the questions of 'why' or 'why', there are no questions of 'what' or 'for what'.

There's no need to worry about what the hell that is. The question to be asked is' why ', but I can't reach the person who can ask it now.

So there's one thing Subaru should think about.

"An Invisible Strike," "An Invisible Palm," "An Unperceived Shock."

They all sound bad or second fry, lacking in style.

A pitch-black, unfulfilled arm you'll never see except Subaru.

You can't manipulate anything but Subaru, that's...

"'Invisible God's Will'... Let's call it Invisible Providence..."

"... What did you just say?

With his thin eyes open and his vague consciousness, Subaru leaks some of his thoughts out of his lips.

As soon as I heard it, I rounded my eyes because of the silver-haired beauty right in front of me.

Blinking several times, Subaru perceives that he has returned from an unconscious world to reality. I immediately noticed the connection between the soft feeling under my head and Emilia's appearance nearby.

"Ah... I'm on my knees again, Emilia."

"Yes. How many times now? I'll lend you a knee like this to Subaru, who's unconscious."

"It's probably the third time, given all the conditions. 'Cause it's a paradise you can't reach without breaking through the biggest."

"Shh, I'm so smart... before I passed out, remember?

"That's already clear. Remember slowly while you talk like this and look at Emilia's face..."

While tapping lightly, Subaru organizes by pushing the contents of his slightly heavy head. And he recalled and understood many of the intense shocks he had taken before he lost consciousness.

Soon Subaru touches his face with both hands and looks up at Emilia as he cheeks.

"Yabe. Speaking of which, I think I got punched once in a while. Emilia, I wonder if you're okay. My face, it's not in such a terrible state that I can't see it again?

"It's okay, 'cause it's not that weird"

"That's my reply when I'm not offended. This!

Watching Emilia tilt her neck with a strange face, Subaru gently confirms each part of her joints with her hands off her face. I have a traction sensation and faint paralysis around my shoulders, lower body, and neck. However, the majority of the trauma seems to be blocked and after healing.

"Subaru. It tickles when it moves on my lap too much"

"Oh, I'm sorry. No, I didn't! I didn't feel nasty at all! I didn't do it, just in case, can I make sure again properly?

"No, because if you say that, you're gonna stick it right off your knees. I didn't say all that shit."

"You don't listen to pig mouth..."

Bitterly laughing at Emilia's tightening gaze, Subaru wakes her body out of her lap. I felt sorry for him, but he can't be sweet forever.

The condition of the body is around 60% when it is in perfect condition - difficult to say the least, but I appreciate Emilia's treatment.

"Thanks for healing me. Pac, you could have treated me without me?

"Even if my contract with Pack expires, my contract with the Sons of the Micro Spirit hasn't expired. Besides... if I say this, it's not like I can't use magic either."

"Really? Because I heard that wizards and spiritual users are definitely different from the way they handle mana... I don't know if I can reconcile them."

I remember hearing it before when I got lectures from Pac and Roswar at the Mansion.

Whereas magic can only be used by wizards with only the amount of mana stored in their bodies, spiritual users can use atmospheric mana inexhaustibly, so if they go through the stage of communicating with the spirits, they should be able to exercise magic all they want.

So Emilia's ability to use magic was subtly different from perception.

To that Subaru question, Emilia faintly laid her eyes down.

funny reaction, when Subaru frowned, she exhaled small,

"I, too, thought I couldn't... remember, I told you I was starting to go back, right? Some of them have knowledge of the use of nature and magic... and I think they sealed it."

"Was Emilia's memory sealing that she could use magic?

"Yes."

The poor toothpick in her attitude that snorts is probably due to her not seeing what it means. Neither does Subaru know why she enclosed herself in the depths of her memory that she could use magic. Neither was speculation likely to stand at the current amount of information.

Either way, it must have healed Subaru with the magic that made it available to her.

"Whatever the circumstances, it would be very helpful if we could have been treated with it. Other..."

They say, and Svalbard thinks it wasn't if he was at peace in a place like this.

In the first place, I should have noticed the problem as well, when I remembered the cause of my loss of consciousness.

Garfiel as opposed to Subaru, or Otto or Lamb as opposed to that Garfiel as they were before Subaru. What the hell are their cheapness...

"I don't think it's been a mess, but to help before it gets fat in the woods..."

"I don't mind you worrying about me, but you don't have to assume the worst."

"Slightly."

Subaru stands up alive in his fluttering body and tries to run out of front of the cemetery into the woods. The Subaru was caught off the hook by some frightened young man's voice. When I stopped my leg and turned around as I was about to relax, the person sitting on the stone steps of the cemetery - Otto was raising his hand.

"Ooh, ooh!?

"It's more than anything that surprises you. I was worried about you, but since it would be each other there, I didn't say anything..."

"Whoa!"

"Gee-hee!?"

We checked each other's cheapness and stormed into Otto, who had some satisfying grin. Subaru leaps without killing the momentum as it is and greets the flying drop.

Between the stone steps and Subaru, a screaming otto.

"Ouch! Ouch! My back of my head was scraped down the stairs...... Ouch! is, baldness! That's bald pain! Hey, Mr. Natsuki, what are you doing?!?

"Shut up, you idiot! You're not dressed up. What, you're creating an atmosphere that feels like you did it. Who asked you to do more than buy time? Thanks to you, my plan was about to be completely par. But I don't think I would have made it to the Garfield Destruction without your assistance, so I'm not thankful, but I'm not!

"I don't know what you're talking about anymore!!

Otto kicks Subaru, who honestly can't convey his gratitude as he meets on the stone steps. Rolling down the stone steps, Subaru, with his buttcake, stood up, "There he was..."

"Anyway, I'm glad you're okay. When you die, you're gonna stand on your pillow."

"I don't know. I'm having trouble being told about customs... I mean, why aren't you honestly getting that feeling first?"

"Don't praise me, it's me!?

"I know, but hey!

Unbad Subaru, a face otto who can't keep up with good additions. When he puts his hand on his forehead, he looks at Emilia, who was silently watching the exchange between the two.

"Oh, Master Emilia. I'm sorry, I left it that way. I'm sorry, Mr. Natsuki."

"Yeah, I know that too because I was watching it. It's okay."

"I'm on your side...... no, I know this is happening because I was full of allies. - By the way, that means you're okay, right, Ram?

Tongue out to Emilia and Otto, who nod at each other face-to-face, then Subaru asks about the cheapness of the other collaborator who is invisible. "Of course," Otto nodded to the question.

"When I recovered from the stun and found Mr. Lamb, his liver was pretty cold because he was in condition...... I was fortunate he wasn't in as bad a condition as he looked. I woke up on my way back to join us and was pretty poisoned..."

"I'll take a good look. He's got a really tough mouth, except inside him.... well, you could have dropped the dictation about him, huh? How did you do that?"

"Because not telling that to Mr. Natsuki is one of the conditions for you to cooperate"

Otto puts his hand on his mouth and shows that he doesn't talk.

Subaru bent his lips as much as he told him about the attitude, but immediately abandons pursuit that Otto would not bend his will about this hand.

If you have a character that cracks your mouth as hard as you ask, you can't hang on to Subaru's thoughts that equate to paranoia until you put your life on the line.

Damn, nasty, stubborn, good friend.

"Let's chip."

"Ouch! Why did I get beat up now?!?

"Ugh."

Without listening to Otto's accusations with his shoulder poked small, Subaru looks back at Emilia. and at some point beside her appeared a patrash rocking her big body, pushing its nose tip against Emilia's silver hair and just making contact with her giggling girlfriend.

"Is that it? Emilia, you and Patrash, how long have we been friends like that?

"While Subaru was asleep, there was a little something... and this kid helped me. Wow, that's a good girl."

"But what? He's my proud partner, actually. Hey, Patrash."

Close in and reach out to stroke that back. but the ground dragon twisted his body just before Subaru's fingertips touched him, avoiding this hand,

"Oops!?

――――

A shaken tail hits Subaru directly in the ass and Subaru jumps half crying over the beaten pain. What, and turning his protest eyes to Patrash, Grounddragon was making his sharper eyes sharper and emitting a grumpy roar as he lowered his neck.

"Interpreter, do you want to go?

"No, this is just me. You don't have to be interpreted."

He shook his neck sideways at Otto's care behind him and Subaru exhaled small.

- Don't make me worry.

"Finally, don't get on with it. There is no next time. Be this way, too. It feels like you can come in extra."

"Seriously, what's going on with your heroin power? You're gonna name me Heroin Race?

When Subaru reaches out with a bitter smile, this time his fingers touch Patrash's stiff scalp. The grounddragon with his eyes closed seemed to have no choice but to accept, and he could not thank her enough for her indulgence.

In the game against Garfield, Patrash's cooperation, which was a decision maker, was also due to the trust she showed in following without one or two of them.

The same powerless self has to make a debt to all kinds of people every time he tries to get over one mountain. Will the day soon come when I can settle all my debts?

I'm not sure, but I have to.

"Hmm, that's how this, Garfield, is a mountain that even broke through debt?

"If it's Garfield, treat it and now it's over there. But maybe we shouldn't interrupt."

"Out of the way?

to the neck tilting Subaru, Emilia put her finger on her lips,

"Because Ram's watching you right now."

"Wake up? Garf."

When Garfield woke up, what was in front of her was the face of a girl she was used to seeing.

It's a complicated feeling, like I wanted to wake up and be the first to see it, like I didn't want to.

You can't just deny that your chest sounded faintly, so Garfiel, once, rang his throat,

"Ahhh... I woke up"

"Yes. Then get out of the way. Come on, my leg's paralyzed."

"Ahhh!

As soon as the communication of intentions is achieved, Garfiel falls head on the ground free from the soft feeling. I wasn't expecting a gentle response, but it hurts when it's soothing.

That, too, is all the more so when pride is scratched, if it comes from the person you want.

Rubbing his head against the ground, Garfiel stares at the lamb with grudging eyes. Lamb, who lay on the meadow, paid around the leg where Garfiel's head had been before, and made a grumpy voice against Garfiel's gaze, "What".

"I don't care about Betsy... she's the same, and she's a shard of kindness."

"Even Ram would do that if I had to be nice to someone worth being nice to. Doesn't mean it doesn't."

"... to me, isn't it worth it"

"So it looks clear what you want me to say. That's why Garf can't be with Balth. If you want to hear what a woman really is, come up with something more."

Eye down forehead is played intensely with a lamb decopin.

The place where the stimulus ran was on a white scar that would touch Garfield if something were to happen. Touching his finger on the scar that lingers on his forehead, Garfield spills his exhale.

"Reminds me... this wound was on you too."

"- The lamb was desperate to quell the guffiness. How dare you slap him in the face on the cobblestone, you think Ram liked to do it?

"I think I laughed when I hit you today..."

"Rams have a limited life of rams. If you don't like it, it's more meaningful to tell yourself it's fun to laugh. It's a tough plan."

"What about the heartbreak of someone with a smile and a cracked forehead, oi"

To Garfield's words, Ram just sighs with a still boring face.

Naturally. She'll never admit she's wrong, and she'll never do anything that bends her strong spirituality. Proud, noble, sturdy, tough.

Because that's why Garfield wants it so strongly, admiring her presence.

"... is there a scratch or something on your body?

"I don't know. In the meantime, Emilia has treated the conspicuous wounds, but it may not be possible to leave any wounds at all. What are you gonna do about it?

"I'll get it for my wife..."

"I won't get it. Give it back in any other way. - In the first place, I'm busy with my girlfriend. How dare you leave the losing side alone?"

…………

Garfiel pushes silently into the gaze of Ram's arduous pursuit.

What the anger of her gaze shows is the strangulation on Garfiel, who added his hand and heart at the end of the battle.

It was certainly Garfiel's decision not to stab Todome in the falling ram and Otto, who was stuck upside down against the bush, which may have tarnished his pride in the battle.

But still, Garfield could not wave her nails at her unconscious. Being a thinker, or eliminating more of another variety of factors, I'm sure I couldn't.

Because I don't have the most important courage as a warrior.

"At the end of the day... you've avoided the magic of Lamb."

"... Betsy, I didn't aim for you. I just had a bad feeling he was on the verge of returning from beastification after being hit and defeated. Then my body moved before I thought about it. That's all."

Lamb and Otto set it up, the last blow to death regeneration.

In anticipation of where the forest mana converged, and the moment the greatest wind magic was activated, Garfield gave himself more to all of his survival instincts than he thought with his head to dodge the wind blade.

Relies on avoiding the sensation of plundering a few millimeters of skin through an invisible storm, and escapes range attacks that plunge down all of the trees in the range of sight while continuing to evade the curved arts.

If I did that and went back, I would have seen Ram and Otto fall there.

If Garfield was truly a warrior, he would have taken the lives of both of us proud to have picked them up. But for Garfiel, who couldn't get over it without entrusting the process of taking his life to the blood of the beast within him, it was impossible to carry it out.

"So it's me..."

――――

I am not a warrior. It's just a fake pretending to be a warrior and putting up a vanity.

I have stubbornly believed that even such a fake can screw everything down and protect what I want to protect without taking my life.

But the idea is also like being half-deniated.

I believed that people in the outside world had the unbeatable power to make a big push.

But reality Garfiel lost to only three - even with the addition of a ground dragon - and one. That, too, is despite the fact that the three of them are almost like non-combatants for their own reasons.

Now if a warrior visits the 'Sanctuary' with animosity, Garfiel and others will be torn apart more easily. "Sanctuary" junction, etc., and slap your great mouth. Is this it?

- With a missing head, I've been thinking a lot, a lot, a lot of things.

I have always used a head that is never good for blood during battle or when I am not fighting.

Where is the best course of action? What's the best way to do it, it's for everyone? Is there no option for no one to get scratched? Even if it scratches, that's fine if it's all you have to do.

The days I've worked so hard to believe were only thin enough to hide my weakness.

"Garf."

…………

"For one thing, I'll advise you from the ram. Listen carefully."

"... aah"

Without the energy to claim anything anymore, Garfiel pulled his jaw as he leaned down.

What words can I be exposed to from the ram, from the thinker? A girl who throws harsh words from time to time, but may never have been truly pushed away.

That's because she was genuinely sweet against the body, and she included a crooked, long-time gaffe in the scope of the body.

But this time, the rum clearly hostile to Garfiel. Beyond that, I guess I don't have any more of that left in me.

So the word I'm about to be told is a real separation from Ram to Garfiel -.

"Gurf...... you, you're an idiot, it's no use just thinking. A waste of time. I mean, it's a waste of my life."

"... a?

"I told you so myself. Garf, he said if I moved without thinking, I could avoid the magic of the ram, too. That's right. He didn't seem to notice, but he's stronger when he fights without thinking about it. Stupid rounding is better."

Not knowing what they're saying to keep standing, Garfiel peels his eyes off.

I thought you'd point out a different part, even if they wouldn't let you out.

"I'm not saying throw out reason and beast it. I'll tell you what, you'll be weaker than you think when you beast. The target will be bigger, and the movement will be thick and it's a good prey. Keep your eyes on your opponent and fight without thinking."

"Hey, what the hell!? When did I tell you that..."

"It's important. - Because Gurf is going to have to fight on all occasions, as Lamb and Emilia's allies."

"- Huh!!

Garfiel's throat is plugged into passion by the words thrown at him.

his face bright red, Garfiel chewed his sharp dog teeth while

"Fuck off! Do you want me to forgive you and forgive you?

"Don't be silly. I'm telling you because I won't forgive you. If we forgive each other and divide our positions into quintiles, we'll have to ask for help. Don't be ridiculous. The Rams are the winners and the Gurf is the loser. And Ram orders because he won't allow Garf. You know?"

"Oh, my God!

Raising his voice, Garfiel stands up stripping his fangs.

For a moment, my body fluttered, but most of my injuries were healing and I had no problems. Treated, to the point of that fact, a further sense of humiliation scratches his chest .

"You lost. Admit it! That's a fact! But, hey, we're going down and that's another story! Lost, done, understood! But I'm still alive and pimped! If you really want to talk about it without me, that's why they should have killed us! At a time when I couldn't do that, I couldn't get my feet soaked. They're with me!

"That's not a real fall. You need the power of a girlfriend, and you're letting a girlfriend die."

"... so, me!!

"Stick with me. Shut up!

A stood up ram barks ahead of Garfiel, who tried to yell.

She pissed off her thin red eyes and glanced at Garfiel from directly below.

On the sword screen, Garfiel is pressurized and shuts his mouth.

"You must have lost, you must have lost. Then follow the winner like a loser. I'll always be exposed to uddauda and feminine loser guts and I don't care how miserable I get in front of a woman I like, Gurf. It's ridiculous that the other punitive ones became self-punishing as soon as they lost, and the barking direction didn't just change inside or outside."

"Ugh... ah"

I can tatami it. That's shooting too much shooting at Zhengzheng, and Garfiel can't carry on two sentences.

Before you fight, you push the problems you were pushing others to your weakness as soon as you lose. That is, in the end, proof that nothing has changed the shallowness of barking in the direction I think is weak.

I thought I was weak. I just stopped barking outside and had to admit I was weak to change the direction of barking within me.

"But what can I do! You're laughing, and you're lining up in line! There's no way I can do that better! I admit I lost... and I admit if they're right...!

That's the truth about Garfiel, who's not an escaped word or anything.

I admit I lost. I don't talk about it, like the fact that they were more numerous. I can't cut it if I tell you why I lost.

The only problem is that deep in Garfiel's mind, there is no solid sprout that believes in the claims of the relative Subaru.

Ultimately, even though I haven't changed my mind that I've ever been obsessed with and solidified, I can't nod "yes, really" when they tell me to line up and fight with them, etc.

"What can I do, I'm out of this halfway situation..."

"If you don't like being halfway there, you just have to prove you haven't stopped."

"... what, you say?

With a rough breath, Garfield looks at the ram in front of him.

She was putting that look back into her usual calm, looking straight up at this one.

The look on his eyes, his weak self.

I want to distract myself from it, but Ram's gaze won't allow Garfiel to do that.

"I don't know what Balls said, but I can roughly imagine. Then, Gurf... you can see for yourself."

"I'll see for myself... what"

"Can the garf change, or remain a small child who can't move while squatting"

Garfield finally realized what they were saying.

And as soon as I understand what that means, the unprecedented speed of beating strikes Garfiel.

A cold back flows through my back, and it spreads snugly all over my body in an instant.

The palpitations became rough and the unquenchable tinnitus began to echo in the cranial.

Trauma that binds Garfiel's heart with a thorny chain, enough to cause anomalies in every part of his body.

The majesty of the cemetery is sitting unchanged in front of her eyes, looking back at the chill.

- Make sure. In that place, what?

Assuming I'm in, what can be ascertained?

He shows me the past I don't want to see, and Ram expects any different answers then.

Nothing changes, nothing can change.

Yet I know so, and why am I, rather than a 'don't go' assertion, wondering if 'go' or 'don't go'?

"... come in, what do you know"

I'm being put on. Totally.

I have myself wanting to be sure, even though I don't expect anything to change.

The body is stretched with fear, and even as the mind is crying out for rejection, Garfiel's soul is barking.

I want to be sure. I have to be sure.

of the boy who stood in front of Garfiel and screamed with blood, whether Natsuki Subaru's claim was the right one.

Whether my time so far has been the wrong one.

"Ready, you look set."

If you noticed, the teeth trembled, and the heartbeat was calm.

The signs of cold sweat that wet his whole body also disappear, and Garfiel turns the ram silently.

I don't know what she expects Garfield to do with the blast.

Truth is, doesn't Ram attach importance to the part about whether Garfield will be on his side or not?

Sometimes I find it blurry because we've been dating for a long time.

In the genuine part, Ram isn't asking for Garfiel to line up.

In a more forward part, Garfiel asks to draw conclusions about choosing his way of life. After that, it's second.

How thankful, I think she's a good woman.

"Well, it's okay, Gurf"

You thought you were anxious about the silent Garfiel silence, and Ram tapped gently on the shoulder of the bumpy Garfiel as he rarely peeked warmly into the voice.

"Because if you see it so scary that you cry, Ram will comfort you. - It's an old relationship."