Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

Emilia progresses slowly on the path of the beast surrounded by tall trees in the footsteps she is accustomed to.

Step on the grass, step on the ground, and walk careful not to step on the roots of the great trees, hidden flowers, etc. Emilia thought it was strange to have a stiff earthy feel on the soles of her feet even though it was in her dreams.

Whatever the case of normal dreams, in this world you can feel the rough touch of wood skin, the scent of flower nectar and the warmth of the wind.

"What does it mean to feel all sorts of things right when it's a dream world?

"The world of dreams, is only a metaphorical expression. In fact, this is a space that should be called a separate world that only draws on consciousness, reproducing the memories of the subjects of the 'trials'. The challenger brought out your memories, so it's only natural that you have a sense of dealing with the world yourself. Instead, I don't get a feeling for touching the ground or the trees."

"It is.... what about me rambling up and flirting with this forest?

"That's a really savage, witchy idea. I certainly can't interfere with the actual feeling I've touched. What's more, you can't even come into contact with creatures that are reproduced in this world. Another form of" trials "is possible."

"The other one?

"You just ask. Know what to think with your own head. Ask and you will be given. I've lived sweet and fragrant, but I don't know if I can talk to you."

"Mmmm..."

"The Witch of Greed" follows behind Emilia, who walks ahead, keeping a certain distance.

Echidna mocks Emilia's ignorance facelessly as she mouths an interpretation mixed with poison. Nevertheless, although I find it repugnant, her say is the best.

Put your hands on your mouth, Emilia thinks.

Difference between untouchable and touchable memories spoken by Echidna. How Emilia comes into contact with people walking in their memories who have now pulled only their spirit.

"I thought about it, but I didn't know. Tell me the answer."

…………

"What's going on? Does it hurt your stomach?

"The running attitude of that worm spit. Even though I'm uncomfortable, I'm sure you're the only one who reminds me of this emotion, except him and his friends."

"Echidna, I have a friend."

Nice, echidna exhales at Emilia's whining of nuances like that.

Apparently it didn't receive much good meaning, and Emilia cruises on how to put it correctly. and

"The regrets of the past glimpses in 'Trials' are not about a scene in some people"

"Eh?

"A past where you cut a moment and regret it. Unlike that, on an ongoing basis… for example, there is a past where we regret our relationship with someone. In the latter case, the reproduced past does not cut off a scene, but reproduces the 'person' among the subjects of the 'trials'. It would be possible to exchange words, touch each other, even love each other."

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

Emilia nodded convincingly at Echidona's explanation.

Indeed, 'regret' is also such a distinguishable substitute. Some will regret having a fight with someone, while others will regret the time that has passed while fighting.

It is up to the individual to overcome the problem.

"But he hates me properly, and he answers my questions properly."

"Awesome guy, how dare you just make a mistake. There is nothing more humiliating to me than being favored by you. [M] If you ask me, I'll only answer you because it's my nature."

"Yes."

I don't feel like laughing, but I could roughly tell you how to deal with a distance echidna.

I'm pretty sure she hates Emilia like a snake scorpion, but Emilia can't hate Echidna more. Because you don't know her that well.

On the contrary, it would mean that Echidna knows Emilia to such an extent that she hates it so much - but the opportunity to hear it out does not come, at least on this occasion.

"- Huh! haha! Over here!

"Geez."

Emilia is surprised that she was unconscious behind the voice of the tall girl who popped up on the pretend.

It was the little girl who trailed right next to Emilia, who stopped her leg, around. Emilia was upset that she didn't notice any signs even when she was so close, but soon realizes that the cause wasn't her alarm or her chronic heart.

The girl who overtook Emilia is running around messing with her silver hair to her back.

Purple blue eyes, worn children's clothing. Running dangerously through the woods, laughing innocently is a face I've seen.

It was Emilia who was there when she was a young child - who still doesn't know 'regret', past the day.

"Though you don't know anything yet, you look amazing in the weather."

"Don't complain to me when I was little. And... we'll see if that's a bad thing."

That's how Echidna leaning against the tree credits Shagu Toddler Emilia with biased rounding.

Complaining about it, Emilia was staring at her face feeling something paralyzed running at her temples just for consciousness.

The pact with Puck had been interrupted, and Emilia's brain had brought back one sealed memory after another.

I spent my days with Mother Fortna. That a group led by Juice was bringing supplies into the settlement. About the seal and "fairy" who helped me get out of the princess room. And that I met Juice, who I shouldn't have seen, and that we were friends.

"How could I have forgotten this and spent it as a matter of course..."

Despite all the memories falling out and blanks everywhere, Emilia lived by complementing that with nothing strange.

What would have happened if I had noticed that hole independently of the 'trials' and doubted myself - it would be irrevocable. Because I knew that, I wonder who knew more about Emilia's anomaly than anyone else. Didn't Puck say anything?

Many of the memories that are coming back are still asleep in the doors of the opening.

It didn't come true to peek through that before I tried the 'Trial', but that's still enough.

Now, in this' trial ', all of the memories that Emilia has sealed will be revealed.

And seeing that, I can imagine that something in me would change decisively.

"But I'm not afraid of that anymore."

"Cry and call and beckon the father or the man. Are you going to stop making decisions like yours, being a nasty woman?

"You'll forgive me for doing that... but I don't want to be disillusioned by me or Subaru for doing it. I don't want the weak to reopen what remains weak."

"... you can do whatever you want. I'll just keep one of the results in my memory at best."

No matter how much you overlap malice, you can't shake Emilia's spirit today.

Did you realize that in the exchange so far, Echidna shut her mouth with the face she gave up.

When the witch's mouth reaches its fierceness, Emilia exhales and nerves into the past.

Emilia rushes around with an innocent face in front of her. And

"Wait, Master Emilia. Running around like that can be dangerous."

"It's not dangerous, I'm fine. You're the one with the juice, aren't you supposed to rip your knees off?

"I don't care how many injuries I get. Master Emilia's injury is more important. If I scratch my balls' skin, I can't make amends for dying."

Chasing Emilia, who jumps around properly, is a long man rocking a black coat - juice. He has a firm sense of serenity and mercy on his stern face, making Emilia shudder without listening to his attention.

"Juice. The way I put it now, it's kind of awesome."

"I don't mean to... very, very much, such as seeing Emilia like that"

Speaking to such juice was a woman chasing Emilia further behind him - a sharp-eyed beauty with short silver hair.

With her eyes on her, Emilia breathed in such a way that she could catch her throat,

"Mother Fortna......"

My mother, too, can't help but feel like crying in the healthy appearance of a similar woman, even though she knows it's in her memory.

I loved it. I respected it more than anyone else. Even now, Mother Fortna is as important a family as Emilia is a pack.

That Fortna lined up on the juice of his troubled face, looking up at his tall side,

"It will be against everyone, not just Emilia. Juice would be a good age."

"To me, age doesn't mean much. In the sense of living a long time, even Fortona and Emilia are toddlers to me."

"I'm a toddler for juice..."

To Juice's answer, Fortna groaned in a grumpy manner as she lay her eyes down.

Juice frowns like trouble at her attitude, but Fortna doesn't respond. Instead, Emilia, who is back Totetote, swells her cheeks at the two people who are not following her.

"Ugh! Fortna, Mother and Juice, why aren't you chasing me! We're in the middle of a chase now! You can't!

"Oh! I'm sorry, Master Emilia. This romaneconti, a lifetime of unconsciousness…"

"That's not how you spoil it, Juice. - Emilia, you don't remember why your mother and juice decided to go after Emilia in the first place, do you? Mother, you really hate kids without reflection?

"Miu!

Young Emilia makes her shoulder jump on Fortna, who sneaks a little anger in her smile as well.

He remembered why he was being chased and realized he had poked a snake. Emilia, blue-faced, laughs to delude herself as "ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe,"

"Too bad. Emilia got caught by Mother Fortna"

"Fluffy! Fortna, Mother, I'm so sorry! It's not, it's not. The fairy wants to play, he wants to go outside, so..."

"My mother doesn't even like kids who blame fairies, not people's. I get it, Emilia?

A whispering Fortna voice to Emilia, a young lady hugged and panicked from behind. The jittery young Emilia stops rumbling and sneers.

"I'm sorry, Mother Fortna. Being in your room is boring, and Juice and I are already friends, so I wanted to see you, and I came out."

"So you were running away because your mother found it, right? That's what you must have been aware of for doing something wrong. That's awesome. You shouldn't do that."

"Yes......"

"That we shouldn't break our promises. Keeping promises is important. The promise is in the form of believing, so breaking it is betraying your feelings that you believe in me, so no."

Fortona talks to Emilia, a young child who is about to cry. Pinch Emilia's face with both hands trying to lean down, looking firmly into each other's purple blue eyes.

"Emilia, promise me your mother. He said he'd keep his word next time."

"Yeah...... yes, I'll protect you. Sorry, Mother."

"Okay. That's fine."

Listening to Emilia's vows in tears, Fortona hugs her beloved daughter into her chest.

Gently stroking Emilia's silver hair, which leaks a gutter and whimper, Fortona accepted the growth of my child's heart with gentle exhalation. and

"Juice? What are you doing?

"Wow, to me... ah, too dazzling a sight... tears, tears can't be broken... eh"

In front of Fortna with a shaded face, a juice crouching in the shade was pressing his hand wipe against his face and crying. He was so impressed when he heard about the exchange between mother and daughter.

Even in his resurrected memory, when he saw the juice crying in "The Trial," Emilia felt she could remember that he was crying Uedo, so that her chest felt warm.

"And Emilia. A fairy..."

Leaving aside the juice thing, which began to scratch his nose with chisel paper, Fortona extracts what concerns him from the earlier testimony of young Emilia. The 'fairy' thing went up on the subject, and Emilia, the young lady with her face up in Fortna's chest, laughed with her eyes red, "Oh, that's right..."

"Come, fairy"

Young Emilia reaches out and speaks to the world.

Then, as the white fingertip of the young Emilia stops and becomes a tree, the many pale glows that are born begin to surround her shaking.

With that sight in sight, it's Fortna and Juice who look surprised.

"No way, microspirits... it's so... how"

…… If I told you, you'd come a lot. In the princess's room, playing alone. Come inside. "

"I didn't know you could follow so many micro spirits this past year… Emilia seems to have a unique aptitude as a spiritual user"

"Of spirits, Texae?

Juice after a little touching and getting back to normal. As the young Emilia tilted her neck at his words, he nodded "Yes," even with a gentle grin.

"They, whom Emilia called fairies, are beings called microspirits. A being who makes a covenant through his heart with this Spirit who is everywhere in the world, exchanging words with them. What the Spirit likes and uses their power to be paranormal is called" spiritual use. "

"Me, can you be that?

"Yep. If you grow up healthy as it is and you want Emilia to be liked by the spirits... you will surely be able to follow many spirits and even more powerful ones"

To explain the juice, Emilia's face becomes parched and bright.

However, when Fortna stood up, who was listening to it, she smashed her juice hips with her elbows.

"A little juice. Don't say anything extra. I can't believe you're a spiritual user... but Emilia doesn't need that."

"Lady Fortona says so, but neither does Lady Emilia remain young at all times. Sometimes Master Fortna won't be able to be with you. And when that happens, I think you need to do it yourself."

Arguing Fortna and Juice over Emilia's educational policy.

I watched that exchange beside me, and Emilia couldn't help but think.

"Kind of like Fortna mother and juice, old man and daddy"

"Become!?

The young Emilia said with a not-so-malicious face what Emilia now thought.

Watching Fortna blush, I figured I'd convince myself that's what I used to think, too.

"You know, I'm not saying anything crazy, Emilia. My mother and Juice have been dating for a long time now, and that's why it's not the way they say it."

"Yes, Master Emilia. Me and Fortna have known each other for a long time... that's when Emilia's father and mother were together..."

"- Juice"

Fortna, who seemed desperate to elucidate, calls the juice that slipped her mouth in a low voice. Juice in that voice, with his own silenced face, put his hand on his mouth and apologized, "I'm sorry," he said.

"With your father, your mother...?

"I'm sorry, Emilia. I'll see you about that later. It's time to get back to your room. I didn't allow myself to get out on my own."

"Mmmm... Mother Fortna's mean..."

Feeling the story deluded, young Emilia inflated her cheeks and expressed her dissatisfaction. But Fortona doesn't seem to intend to accept it hard enough, and when she puts her hands on her swollen young Emilia's cheek, she drains that air.

Pugh, and to young Emilia, who exhales and squeezes her cheeks, Fortona gazed,

"You're a good boy, so stay with me. Juice doesn't mean this is the last time I'll see you. Well... I'll make the right opportunity again."

"Really? Promise me? Don't you betray me?"

"Oh no, this girl. I wonder where I can remember this kind of reasoning."

Fortona grinned bitterly at young Emilia bringing up the story of her earlier promise, softly embracing Emilia,

"Yes, promise. An amazing and important promise to my mother and Emilia."

"... Okay then. You're back in your room."

Fortona gave me a firm promise, so young Emilia nodded believing it.

When released from the embrace, the young Emilia rushes forward to the juice before returning to her princess room. Reaching for the juice of looking down at herself, young Emilia smiled.

"See you later, Juice. To see you again, promise."

"- Yes, be sure. I'll see you again. We look forward to that."

Juice to take a small hand stretched out and shake hands.

The young Emilia, smiled back at her smile, nodded again and again, hands off and bid her farewell.

As it were, young Emilia tried to return to the princess's room...

"Looks like you're here."

Until then, Echidna, who shut up and watched the past flow, whines small.

Emilia raised her face to her voice, which she heard clearly, and circled her neck to see what the significance of the word was.

――――

It was a white young man.

White hair and white skin. Undecorative figure in simple shirt and trousers. A mediocre appearance with a neat face, but lacking a prominent element when it comes to this.

A mass of individuality that is likely to bury immediately if disputed by the crowd, but that now seems to be a heterogeneous molecule with a different presence on this occasion.

"... who!?

In memory, Fortona also noticed the young man who sees herself, holding the young Emilia at once and voicing her vigilance in the open.

In response to that voice, the young man touching the trunk of the tree raises his own gray hair.

"When you ask people for names, isn't it a muscle to name them from yourself first?

Fortna's eyebrows move pickly in return,

The young man who saw it distorted its mouth into a form that felt somewhere gloomy.

"I don't know how cliché it is to be asked who, but it's so understandable that you actually want to say that you come across an occasion like that. It's the first time we've seen each other face to face. I wonder why you have to be asked your name unilaterally from above with a gaze when it's definitely supposed to be a reciprocal position in the sense that you're going to build a relationship. Around there, I wonder if I'm conscious. You were unconsciously insensitive, and you looked down on me and you treated me like that."

"... I like a lot of long stories, man."

"You get a glimpse of the prejudice of a man who doesn't know a man by comparison. What right do you have to compare me to a creature who can't count all over the world in the first place? That attitude come on...... hey, you can't look past it, can you? That is so rude. You disdain an individual named me for his rights."

In response to Fortna's every word, the youth narrative seemed to increase madness.

This is a high-risk opponent at last, and Fortna finds herself on the lookout. But what stopped her was the juice standing next to Fortna.

He looks up at the white young man and opens his mouth with a stern look.

"Leggles Cornias! How can you be here! You had promised not to involve anyone but me in this matter!

"It's an agreement that you've made up your own mind, no promises, nothing. I can't believe you let someone else follow you in your pressing remarks, but the spiritual flair kind of started slapping you in the mouth, didn't it? Even limiting my actions isn't allowed to be a false imitation... is that the Spirit? It's okay to violate my body and mind."

"It's not the answer! If you don't like the agreement, you'll have to discuss it in the church! What are you doing here? In the first place, ask who this place is..."

"- That's my call."

Juice also trembles in anger against the grumpy young man - Leggles.

But what broke into those two arguments was the voice of one woman, who had never trembled the atmosphere so far.

Everyone watching this sight reacts to that voice.

Juice brings war to her eyes, Fortna burns her eyes in anger, young Emilia shakes her head in tears in her mother's arms, and Leggles makes a disastrous grin.

Glimpses of memory Emilia breathed in the presence of that voice, and Echidna just meditated.

Coming in, one girl.

The young Emilias. The person standing next to Leggles, overlooking the three of them, was a girl so beautiful that everything she sees trembled.

The long, clear platinum hair is sweet and shining as if it had given shape to the downpouring light of day, passing on thin shoulders and flushing to the back.

The eyes bordered by long lashes are as deep blue as they trapped the world, and the overly neat face is so refined in shaping beauty that even God hesitates to touch his fingers.

The little body is so pathetic that it even seems dangerous to be held by the wind. Only one white cloth wrapped its body, and there was an atmosphere that convinced the world that it was refusing to let the girl's complexion touch anything else.

A presence that is not the only one and a style that cannot be the only one.

The spinned voice has a magical charm that binds the body and the mind, although it listens, and for the sake of decency, no one carries on the word on the spot.

"What's wrong? Bishop Petergius Romaneconti?"

Girl who tilts her neck and makes inquiries.

They turn their gaze, they speak up. It is inevitable that just one of the girls' actions can be directed at herself, so much happiness that she can die dominates the whole body.

Looking up at the girl's presence, Emilia felt her mouth dry rapidly, even though she knew it was the past.

- That's dangerous.

"Why, you are here...... no, Leggles Cornias......! Why did you bring this person out here...!

A voice of juice eating and tying teeth so as to reject feelings that swell inside of you.

- That's too dangerous.

"There's no way I'm going to do anything that would violate someone's will to take them out, is there? It was your intention to join us. It's just too prejudicial to blame me for everything. I hope you don't take it personally."

"Bishop Leggles. He's confused, too. Don't blame me too much."

The girl next to me can pick up the legulus that corresponds to the juice.

Leggles shuddered at the edge of his mouth at the words and broke his hips respectfully as he desperately tried not to put his happiness on the table.

It's abnormal.

An overwhelming foreign molecule called Leggles. The fact that you can follow that as you wish until then has already made that girl so unusual that she knows no more.

looking up at the girl, Juice shook her neck sideways with her eyes trembling in confusion and amazement,

"This is... too, terrible... Dear Pandora..."

The girl smiled softly at the breathless voice of juice.

The smile of a girl who brings more happiness to the world than that. The girl, called Pandora, responds to the gaze directed from around her, with an inclusiveness that forgives everything.

Spread your hands so you can hold everything with your little arms.

"Now, let's say we start, shall we? - of our witchcraft, to fulfill our true self."

"Pandora ahhh!!

Fortna's harsh cry overlapped the proclamation of the serene girl.

A blue magic formation unfolds in the front of Fortna, sheltering the young Emilia behind her and sticking her hands forward. A pile of ice emerges with tremendous momentum, aiming at Pandora from the front at an overwhelming density.

"Oh."

"Get skewered and apologize to your brothers!!

Fortna's magic strikes Pandora, who puts her hand on her mouth blurry.

Nearly twenty ice piles are convenient with as many as adult arms each. Produced at uninterrupted speeds, one ejection after another - wearing the body of a girl with a frightened face, white water vapor bursts.

The chain of crushing sounds of ice doesn't stop, and Fortna doesn't loosen her attacking hand even while the white smoke can stand in one after the other. Fortna put her hands up before the young Emilia opened her mouth pompously, distorting a beautiful side to the hell-anger.

"Come on - whoa!!

A mighty mass of ice falls down the trees of the forest from above, following the waved hands. It didn't aim wrong, smashing the point where Pandora was from directly above, and the white end of the land of the woods wears the tomb marker.

I don't even have a voice for Emilia right now in Fortna's awesome magical powers.

Even with the help of the pack Emilia, can you work out all that magic? I have never insulted my mother or anything, but I shudder that her strength was more than I remember.

But...

"Um... now you're not completely into me, are you? What about the fact that you didn't see it in your eyes, and you're still going to attack me like you're going to get me involved? That means... you trampled my life, my existence, my rights, right?

Immediately after hearing a long grudge festival, a giant ice mass is shattered from directly beneath.

In the fantastic sight of powdered ice crystals scattered in the forest sky, the figure of the legulus nestled in relaxation is too heterogeneous. And the equally intact Pandora next to it.

Leggles, who makes his jacket pay with his hands lightly, hasn't got a piece of dirt on his clothes instead of scratching him, despite all that attack. Pandora is only fixing her forehead a little disturbed by wind pressure with her hands.

Perhaps Leggles, who stood in front of Pandora, sheltered her, but too unusual. Emilia didn't know anything about what happened.

"Am I the greed of modern times? It's interesting to think that this is an impossible encounter."

"You, you know what that was?

Emilia speaks to Echidna, who has left the shade to an easy position to see. Echidna narrowed her eyes slightly as she sidelined Emilia with this one.

"You can imagine, but you're far from certain. I just wanted to say that if we could just keep an eye on things a little longer, we'd know what would happen... but that doesn't seem to allow the situation"

"What..."

"I'm moving."

To the words of a short echidna, Emilia looks forward with a feeling of a nasty thing.

Past feuds have been fruitless despite Fortona cutting off the tantrum.

A grumpy looking legulus stepped forward, and the juice I saw come forward stretched out my arm.

"Dear Fortona, please take Emilia back! Too powerless for us today against Leggles Cornias"

"Oh no...! That's what you tell me to back off with that woman in front of me!?

"Think about the situation! Who are you sheltering now!

"- Huh!"

A drink of juice on Fortna trying to show her the setup of a thorough anti-war. When Fortona, who stunned her cheeks so hard, looked behind her, there young Emilia was grabbing the hem of her mother's clothes with an anxious face.

"Or Mother..."

"Emilia -!"

"Step back, please. And get help to the village right away. The faithful who have come with me, those who are with me in their thoughts. I'm sure it will help you."

The juice tells Fortna with a calm voice to hold Emilia in her chest as she hugs her.

Fortona, who heard it, stood up holding young Emilia and looked at the juice with anxious eyes.

"What would you do if we did that?"

"- Don't worry. It doesn't mean you can't stay with me."

To Fortna's worried eyes, the juice responds with a grin as it seeps through the tension.

Seeing that smile of his, Fortona turned her eyes to shake it off,

I'll be back for help.

That's all left to say, Fortona, holding young Emilia, runs out of the woods.

back in his arms, young Emilia looked out from the side of Fortona's head,

"Juice -!!"

――――

To the cry of the young Emilia, the juice of looking back raised her hand with a somewhat soothing face.

At that point, Fortona and Emilia, who rush into the back of the woods, can't see the juice.

"... that's crazy. Me, now that they've taken me, I'm not supposed to be looking after this."

"It's about not insulting the world of my built memories. I use your memories as a starting point, but construction refers to my technique and the description of the Book of Wisdom. To some extent, it's easy to complement a sight your consciousness hasn't seen. Most…"

Echidna responding to Emilia's questions. Next to the bewildering Emilia, she pursued the departed Fortonas with her gaze,

"In the sense of overcoming your 'trials', it's definitely more right to follow that way. What do you want to do? Do you want to see what's going on here?

I'm going to tell you extraordinarily that we should go after Fortna, Echidna. Her words are logically correct. Indeed, it is Emilia's past to be involved in the 'trials', so what young Emilia sees and does after this should be a priority on this occasion. But...

"Echidna... it kind of sounded like you wanted me to go that way right now"

…………

"I think it's not too much of my thinking...... The way I say it now and the attitude, it was weird."

"... I don't care what you think. Plus, this one's already moving."

Without answering Emilia's query, Echidna falls back slightly with her expression off. Did she back down to avoid getting the aftermath by the battle that is about to begin?

No matter how massive the damage occurs, it will not affect Emilia or Echidna. However, if the terrain changes, it will inevitably be affected by scaffolding.

"You look pretty good, Petergius. But who are you saying no to? What do you think you're doing here? I don't care what you think, I don't have business. Not to you, over there. Interfering with it in this way means inhibiting what I have to do. It's a violation of my rights."

"You can say whatever you want, Leggles Cornias. But I can't let you guys get ahead of me here because of my presence!

"Say it. I don't know if you're one of the founders of witchcraft, but you're sitting in your current chair for as much reason as you've contributed a little in the past. How can you have an arithmetic that's chosen correctly and sits on this seat, that you can stand up to me and win?

"It's … now, let me show you"

Juice responds quietly to Leggles, who let him recruit anger with his selfish theory.

Getting his hands inside the coat of law he looked ready, and to Emilia it seemed as if it were a human expression ready for 'death'.

"Oh no... Juice, what are you doing...!?

Experience in pursuit of the past reminds Emilia of her love for him.

To the extent that he was prepared to die, Emilia reached out and tried to stop him. But there is no such thing as the art of Emilia now interfering with stories from the past.

The hands stretched out slid through, and the palms that should have held each other at an early age never touched each other.

"It's..."

Black box with juice removed from nostalgia.

Leggles, who sees it, frowned, but immediately opens his eyes as he thought of its identity. Juice shoots through the young man with his determined eyes, roughly the first surprise on his face.

"You should feel it. You got this once, too."

"Even if I know. Because I know, I can't block your open mouth to add or subtract foolishness. Maybe he thought it was a trump card or something, so he hid it, but I wonder why he doesn't know at the point where he's got it? You don't deserve to have it! Nothing else, that's what I'm talking about!

"... Sure, I don't fit with this. So all this time, I just had what was entrusted to me. But it's also for times like this"

"Bishop Petergius Romaneconti"

Juice returning a quiet answer to an exasperating regulus.

Pandora, who doesn't move from the first place, breaks the dialogue between those two.

When the name-called juice raised its face, Pandora had a calm face,

Have a good trip.

――――

No malice, no harm, no hostility, no other intentions, it's just a blessing.

So when I heard that, Emilia couldn't stop being scared, and that was the same with the juice.

Juice is in pain with his face as if his whole body had been chopped up by current blessings, then he turns the box in his hand and removes the lid.

In a small box that fits in the palm, there is a black "nanica".

"Forgive me. Dear Frugel,"

Say, that black 'nanica'. The juice presses each box against its own chest.

At the next moment, 'Nanica' bounces to scatter water over the flesh of the juice touched, exploding to increase its volume to envelop the entire body of the juice.

It was as if Emilia screamed voiceless at the sight of a viscous organism taking in the juice. "Nanica" covers and tightens the body of the juice.

"Stupid."

Tell him to throw it away, and for the first time, Leggles criticizes it in short words.

At the end of his scornful gaze, the juice surrounded by 'Nanica' holds his hands in heaven, opening his mouth and screaming. Like being scratched by another emotion more unlike pain or pleasure.

――――

Two, an incredible noise mixed up in the scream.

That's the sound of someone slapping their hand.

"Excellent"

It is Pandora, the platinum girl, who whines and applauds.

She still sees the juice of gasping swallowed by the flurry of emotions, blushing her cheeks in trance.

My breath plays only slightly because I'm excited about the sight.

"Master Pandora?

It was not only Emilia but also Leggles who questioned that attitude.

The white young man frowns at the applauding Pandora. Pandora then turns with her cheeks blushed to that legulus, interrupting the applause and pointing at the juice.

"Bishop Leggles Cornias"

"Yes."

"I'll be there."

Shortly afterwards, Leggles' body suddenly hung upside down and was thrown high above.

"Ha-?"

Young violence as if when you grabbed the doll's leg and let it go into the sky abusively.

As the thrown Leggles himself didn't know what had happened, I wondered if his body, leaking out his voice, had reached the apex of height, and fell rapidly to the ground as it was. Obviously beyond the velocity of a free fall, that's the kind of outfit that was thrown 'with your feet grabbed'.

Leggles that can be tapped from head to ground with no sushi rinse.

The earth explodes with a roar and an earthquake, and the trees caught in the impact fall one after the other to the landing point of the Leggles. Leggles underlies the pursuit of the shock, silence falls into the woods.

Emilia loses her voice and follows desperately with blank thoughts about what the current series of acts was.

I didn't see one. However, if the only thing I've ever found out,

"I thought I said... Death"

A man in a black coat kneeling on the spot looks forward with tears of blood.

Already gazing at the gaps in the trees where earthly smoke can stand, exhaling rough breath is one man who won a bet in exchange for his readiness.

Take it off the bitterness that was covered in black 'nanica' and stand up.

Juice - No, the man, it's Petergius Romaneconti.

"Those two, I won't let them chase me...... from here on out, I'll never let them through - DEATH!!