Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

Juice eating and tying teeth and screaming in tears of blood.

To his impatient appearance, Emilia can't stop her spine from getting all hairy.

Until just now, I was trying to take in the juice flesh, black 'Nanica'. It stopped eroding the outside of his flesh, and now it's stuck all over the inside of his body.

Under a black coat, the flesh of juice bouncing around in distortion.

I can see unimaginable nightmares unfolding because of how miserable the inside is, and the snug seepage of blood in the thick fabric.

"Juice......"

What the hell did juice take into its own body?

And what was the blow now that we beat the Leggles to the base of the blow? I couldn't see what was going on. It was, Emilia had a sense of readiness.

It's like I just saw it the other day...

"It's a brilliant proof of readiness. Bishop Petergius Romaneconti"

But Emilia's thoughts are interrupted by the voice of a cool girl.

It is Pandora who roughs her breath, looks down at the juice of her blood-breathing phase, and says it out loud. The beauty of its natural nature does not shake, either, as it sees the legulus standing beside it being launched into the sky.

"You're unqualified, and you've often taken in the witch factor. In the name of this Pandora, let us give you the seat of 'laziness' to your readiness and steadfastness"

"You think you want a seat like that, Death? There's only one thing I want right now. There's not a single stray in dedicating this self, let that mother and child rest in peace -"

Two Fortna and young Emilia left the battlefield.

Literal heart and blood on letting them get away, juice ready to even pour out their lives. Pandora raised her eyebrows in surprise at his answer, then dyed her cheeks and smiled softly.

"Love. That's great"

"I'm sure you'll never understand emotions...... Death!

Juice is a thorough anti-war setup against Pandora, who has gone far and wide.

Kneeling on his shoulders in bitterness, he lifts his trembling arm and shouts open his eyes dyed red with blood.

"The power of 'laziness' - invisible hands!!

Immediately afterwards, tremendous pressure is unleashed from the source of the juice with enormous momentum.

But Emilia's eyes don't see the identity of that pressure as if it were. Juice is just an arm stretched and screamed position, and no visible change occurs in the world.

Yet,

"The forest is being pulled a thousand times...!?

Traces of destruction spread on all sides of the juice, as if even the 'Invisible Snake' had wandered. And the trees shall be scattered, and the earth shall be broken, and soil and grass flowers scattered.

"Ohhh... Ohh!!

It randomly destroys the juice perimeter, yet responds to his cry and turns the path toward Pandora. Pandora sees the front view ravaged by giants trampling and vandalizing, while not even showing signs of moving the scene.

Therefore, the destruction captures Pandora's small body straight from the front...

"Um, come on."

――――

"What kind of thoughts do you have of me coming, of me, of ignoring me and moving on? I think it's time for me to get angry, even if I'm warm and greedy."

The moment the invisible snake blow reaches Pandora, the white figure interrupts the impact.

It is Leggles who rocks his forehead, not long or short, and receives shock waves with his lifted hands. If you're a regular person, you'll take a deadly blow, and you won't see the effect on the Leggles standing up.

On the contrary, there was not a single stain on the flesh that was supposed to have been buried in the soil, rather than a scratch, while being slapped to the ground to pieces.

"Shh..."

Seeing the result, hold on to the mouth and Emilia is stunned.

I was again convinced that I stood unharmed against Fortna's ambush. If you are far better at combat than Fortna, it may also be possible to prevent that extinct junction.

But the invisible blow of juice is a different story. Unlike the attack hidden in white snow smoke, Emilia did see the moment when he was launched and slammed to the ground.

He must have been defenselessly slammed to the ground.

I can still forgive you for not being wounded.

But I can't explain that I don't have one stain on my body.

Something, the Leggles have an attack - no, a karaki not influenced by others.

"Leggles Cornias......!

"It's unpleasant. It wasn't even foreseen by the factor, but you're forcing yourself to hold it down, ignoring the collapse of your body, too, right? Isn't that an insult to us sitting in the right place? It hurts my little, unwavering self-esteem."

The face of the malicious Leggles is bounced to match the juice arm swing.

Momentum like a beating twists his neck, but there's no sign of a blow on Leggles' face as he jumps back. He just frowned uncomfortably and continues to be defenselessly exposed to repeated beatings.

"I don't think we're going to see any more progress now if we stay here."

Juice's struggle and the confrontation of the Leggles, who bounce it mercilessly.

Echidna speaks from behind to Emilia watching the battle that risked the lives of an old man.

Looking back, Emilia stared at the side of the witch who looked at the battle without expression.

"Are you telling me to leave this place? The juice is so much, so desperate!

"Whether the process of effort is linked to the desired outcome is debatable, though. I don't want to argue with you about hatred. I'm not interested in bullying the weak, and listening to your voice more than one letter is an unpleasant extreme."

"Then you should shut up and watch. I......"

Stay here and see if you're ready for the juice.

Trying to be so sure, it was no other heart of its own that held Emilia's words back.

A hand stretched out over her chest swung empty, and Emilia remembered what she had come here to do. Emilia came through the past to challenge the Trials.

Now what Emilia sees is a real past that Emilia wanted to forget.

Perhaps the juice struggle that takes place here was indeed there, replacing the young Emilia, who was taken away by Fortona, and should see the consequences.

- But that would betray both the feelings of Subaru, who sent Emilia away, and the feelings of Juice, who tried to let Emilia and Fortna escape.

What will happen to Fortona and the young Emilia that Juice let me get away with.

We need to find a sleepless past that still doesn't open the lid and uncover the answers.

"You seem to have understood which one is wiser, even with the missing head."

"... yours, you're right. Let's go after my mother and me. The juice."

"Don't worry, it's a battle between the Bishops of the Great Crimes. Yeah, it's not that easy, it doesn't skew the balance one way or the other. Except if the other one joins us... it's impossible for her to put her hand in the fight first."

In front of Emilia, who leaves untrained, the battle between juice and legulus increases in ferocity.

The blood tears are followed by a juice that also overflows the blood from the nostrils and the edges of the mouth. The precision and power of his manipulative unseen destruction jumps in proportion to the increased damage that is ravaged in his body.

However, the normal operation of the confronting Leggles to the anomaly also stood out. Leggles looks down at Juice's resistance with his seemingly boring face as he showers the destruction all over his body defenselessly.

Or so much so that it seems that if he enters into offensive action, the situation on this occasion will not lean at once.

"Ha..."

And where Echidna's gaze pierces, Pandora's excited face that makes her chest bounce.

As Echidna says, it doesn't look like she'll be joining the fight herself. Beautiful girl with an unusual battle in front of her and a glossy exhale - apart from its anomaly.

"Switch scenes. - I fled to the woods, to you and my mother."

"-"

Following Emilia's conclusion, she rings her finger at the tip of the hand lifted by Echidna.

Shortly after the light noise, the sight becomes grossly distorted and the view of the forest changes. Emilia accidentally stepped on the illusion that her feet could suddenly be replaced by another floor.

Face up. In the woods with no trace of destruction, and that's where I'm used to seeing it.

"No! I don't like it, Mother! Please, don't leave me!

When she heard the cry of a tall toddler, Emilia looked up as if she had been played.

The front, for Emilia, is a familiar tree - a room with only one toddler hidden inside it, called the "princess room" and her mother and herself.

In front of that entrance, crying young Emilia and Fortona are exchanging words.

Fortna grabbed her daughter's shoulder against her chest and looked diligent,

"Please, listen to me, Emilia. It's okay. Soon...... yes, I'll clean it all up and come back soon. So only in the meantime, I want you to stay hidden here. Please."

"No! Absolutely not! Mother Fortna, you look just like juice! It's the same as juice, do something! Wow, put me down, do something... whoa!

Young Emilia clings desperately to letting her mother escape with her little palms.

Wherever you want to shake it, it should have been easy for Fortna to shake the toddler's hand off. Still, Fortna's ruthless wave of young Emilia's hand is evidenced above all by Fortna's purple blue eyes staring at Emilia.

Fortna is Emilia's mother, so she can't wave her crying daughter away.

"Don't leave me! Let me stay with you! I won't lie to you anymore! Don't break your promise. I'll be a good girl, I'll be a good girl... don't leave me..."

"Emilia... Emilia, Emilia, Emilia...!

Because she did not want to leave her mother, Fortona embraced her daughter with an impressed face to the voice of Emilia, a young man who dedicated everything to not leaving her mother. If I hadn't pushed my daughter's face against my own chest that way, they'd see my present face.

Without being able to stop the overflowing tears, my daughter sees her own tears wetting her cheeks.

"Fortna, Mother......"

Now Emilia saw clearly the crying face that Emilia couldn't see when she was young.

I never imagined a mother in a girl named Emilia who was always noble, splendid, strong, respectable, not a single piece of weakness, scratched like this, struck by indelible grief, and wept hot.

"………………"

Within watching my mother's tears, Emilia's cheeks take a glimpse of the past to the limit.

I couldn't even make it to the hand I held down, and tears poured out of the edge of my eyes from the next to the next.

You can clearly see this sight if you look at my mother's face today.

I never doubted it, but now at this moment, I could be sure of it again.

"Fortna, my mother... she was my real mother..."

There's no point in Emilia now who her birth mother was.

How many times have I told you that I am only an agent if Fortna doesn't forget about her real mother?

Even if it is the words of my dear and venerable Mother Fortona, that is all I cannot accept.

"Mother Fortna... I love you..."

Only this feeling is something that bends no matter what anyone tells you.

"Dear Fortna -!"

A man's call is thrown on Fortna's back, which cannot pull young Emilia apart.

Responding to that voice, Fortna wiped her face with her sleeves, hiding tears rampantly and looking back towards her voice. Coming from the end of his gaze is a lightly dressed elf man.

He is one of the elves living in the settlement, and Emilia is also a known figure.

"Arch, how's the village going?

Fortna asks the rushing man in his usual voice. The man, called Arch, was the face that Fortna noticed was in tears, but he shook his neck to the side without touching it.

"It's the same everywhere. I'm responding with the bishops and the men..."

"It's not fragrant, is it?"

Eyes down on Arch's answer, Fortna bites at the poor state of the war.

Young Emilia looked up anxiously at her mother like that, just grabbing her hem and trembling without being able to say anything.

Arch looked at Emilia like that,

"I'm fine. You don't have to be so scared, Emilia. Trust everyone in the village or us grown-ups. And your mother is a very strong and scary person."

"Ugh, yeah......"

"Arch, you won't need to be scared. Totally......"

Fortona arms herself as outraged by arch words trying to reassure young Emilia. I just nodded at the arch's far-fetched care that I couldn't just look down, and she looked at the princess room behind me.

"If you're hiding Emilia here anymore, you won't be blind to anything."

"Regrettably, you will not be found far away in this forest. Their purpose is still...?

"Behind the woods, it would be a seal. I don't know where you've been listening...... even to that woman...... duh!

About the juice you've put down, or the witchcraft legulus and pandora you've raided. Fortna bites her lips in remorse, especially if she is certain of Pandora's presence.

And Fortna shook her head sideways hard.

"Fine, I'll leave anyway. I'm not the best fighter in the woods."

"No! We fight! Master Fortona, take Emilia out of the woods!

"What do you say happens when you run away here? It deprives me of my resting place...... I cannot conclude that. Our loss is not the problem. It's a matter of letting them expose the seal!

Fortna breaks off the arch screaming to her mind in an even stronger tone.

Then she said, "I'm sorry," to be ashamed of yelling back,

"I resent you, you'll be there. If it's true, you guys had no reason to get caught up in this. Me and Emilia are coming... and I don't want any trouble."

"Oh no...! Is that what you think is in us!

"Arch......"

To the voices that seep Fortna's remorse, Arch just rumbles that it must not be allowed to do just that. Reddishing his face and pointing his elf-specific long ears, he was furious.

"For ever, stop treating us outside your problem mosquito nets! From our lifespan it could have been a short time like blinking......! Still, we should have spent the same time together, seeing the same thing! Have you forgotten!

…………

"Who neglects you guys! Are you telling us to be ashamed to forget about you and your brother... Emilia's mother!?

Arch's appeal to explode emotions and get around to tears.

The still young elf knelt on the spot with his breath absurd, rinsing his nose and looking up at Fortna. In the wake of that gaze, Fortna, who was silent, squeezes her eyes hard.

"I'm sorry. - I almost denied the families I live with again"

"Dear Fortna... Oh, I think I've gone too far..."

"No, it was important. Arch, I'm sorry. And thank you."

Say thank you to the kneeling arch, and Fortna gently offers her hand. Arch looked hesitant for only a moment, but took Fortna's hand and stood up quietly.

Then Fortona looked back at the young Emilia,

"Emilia. My mother is going to have to play an important role in protecting everyone. So just say goodbye for a little while"

"Do... no, Mother. Me, me..."

"Please. Just a little bit, so listen to me. I want you to stay out of the woods with the arch. This forest is... wow, it's going to be dangerous."

Speaking to young Emilia, who shakes her head with a crying face, Fortona looks back at the arch.

Stared by the purple blue eyes that dwelled in determination, the arch stiffened its thin body.

"Wow, Master Fortna... I am"

"Arch. You are still young and have a future. Please take Emilia... it's a hard world to live in, but there must be hope."

"No...... don't say anything like the last one! I'll stay in the woods till the end with everyone!

"Emilia, please. It's me, my brother and my sister-in-law's precious daughter."

"- Huh!"

Fortna's, it disappeared in strength and altitude, just the voice of a weak woman.

To the voice of Fortona, mother and woman, Arch wept.

Leaking a whimper, Arch covered his own face in tears with his palms,

"It's cowardly...... ugh! That's what they said, and I know there's no way I can say no...! Even I want to fight everyone...... ugh! Yet......!

"I'm sorry. I push everything on children, forgive us"

Put your hand on the shoulder of a tearful young elf and Fortna begs forgiveness.

The arch, which I can't say anything about, is in the form of a silent acceptance of Fortna's request.

And it is one young Emilia that Fortona has to say on this occasion.

"Emilia."

"Oh no! I'm with my mother! Please! Please! Please, let me stay with you! Being alone is... no."

"You're not alone. Listen carefully."

Crying, young Emilia not in a listening position. Emilia wants to stretch her past cheeks to a trick that blocks her ears and tries to shut out all of her mother's farewell words.

I don't want to blame you for your deafening attitude. I want to say every word Fortna says, word for word, to make sure she doesn't miss it.

"Emilia."

Kneeling in, Fortna held Emilia.

Desperately taking Emilia's arms blocking her ears, she scrapes her cheeks against her daughter's silver hair pressing her head to bite her. Above all, more than anyone, to loving things, to touch them not to break them.

"My mother will always be beside you. Close your eyes, in your memories floating around. Hold your arms, in your warm chest. Speak up, under the sky where that voice sounds. All the time, my mother is with you. Ever, ever... together."

"It's a lie. It's a lie, a lie, a lie... my mother's, a liar... eh"

"Emilia. - Promise."

Fortona glanced at Emilia as she tried to cut off her mother's words with rest. Breathtaking by the word 'Promise' spun from my mother's mouth, young Emilia holds her mouth.

Guided by the palm to be offered, Fortona's gaze, the young Emilia joins her small palms.

"Mother and Emilia, together forever. I promise you that now."

"Ho, really... will you stay with me...?

"Yeah, really. My mother loves Emilia more than anyone else in the world."

Leah, to the gentle voice called, the young Emilia, the dam of Emilia's tears decimates.

Leaking a whimper, crying down now, past and two Emilias.

"Mother Fortna... Me and I love Mother... Love, love no..."

"I love you. Fortna, I love my mother. Wow, I love it, I love it, it's important..."

The emotions of the present, the past and the two Emilias overlap, answering desperately to the love to which they can be directed.

Squeeze your voices out, push your bodies together, and tell them that if you don't, it's in your chest, you can't convey all of that emotion, you can't express that overflowing.

"Leah, I love it"

Fortna's soft, hot lips are placed on her cheeks, eyelids, forehead.

Because he was the one who was behind the expression of affection as a mother and would never do anything about this hand, even if we allowed him to touch each other - that was the first moment Fortona really recognized herself as Emilia's mother from the bottom of her heart.

- Arch, please.

"... Yes. Okay."

Tell your beloved daughter she loves you the most, and Fortona, who rises, calls the youth.

The called arch received a tearful young Emilia from Fortna, and when she held her tight, she bowed her head to Fortna for a large time.

"I'm sure you'll make it."

"Yes...... yes! To Emilia...... this child will never, ever let anyone hurt her!

On the arch of taking an absolute oath, Fortona loosened her cheeks as she relieved herself.

That's how you point the way to the back of the woods,

"Go, please"

――――

The arch no longer says anything and runs out toward Fortna's finger pointing.

A young Emilia, held by a young man running through the woods, looked behind him from his shoulder mouth - away from his mother - and raised her voice without a voice.

to that voice, Fortna relieved her sharp eyelids truly gently,

"- I love you. Emilia."

Embraced by the arch, young Emilia looks desperately at her mother's invisibility anymore.

If I keep staring at you, I hope that the invisible figure of my mother will show up sneaky. As you would expect me to follow you.

"Emilia......!

Such a young Emilia's stubborn heart is conveyed to an arch that holds up a small body.

To the young mind who had experienced separation from Fortna, Arch was sneezing his face wondering what to say.

- That was a surprise.

That's how Echidna, running side by side, speaks to Emilia chasing the back of the running arch.

Still dragging the scene of separation from her mother, unable to kill off her whimpers, Emilia threw an inquiry to Echidna with only her gaze, and the white-haired witch let her shrug her shoulders,

"You didn't stay there, you didn't lose track of your past self. I thought I'd drag my own mother's trends in a feminine way, like when I was looking at laziness earlier."

"... just now, I told you. I've come to see my past…! Mother and juice, everyone... for that matter."

"Yes, sir. You said something extra."

To Emilia's tearful objection, Echidna shakes her head with a face that did not get the answer she wanted.

Emilia, just as irritated by that insensitive attitude, also found herself, but before she mentioned it, before her eyes, a young Emilia held by an arch covers her face with her palms.

"What, so... why... eh. How did you end up like this...? Me, I promised, I broke... because I left your room..."

"No. No, Emilia. It's not Emilia's fault! It's not Lord Fortna's fault, it's nobody's fault! There's nowhere you need to blame yourself!

"Then why...? Why are you saying goodbye...? My mother... and the juice, why... do you hate me? Many, many things hate me, so this is how..."

Visited so suddenly, to juice and parting from Fortna, the young Emilia's heart is hunted down to the point of shattering.

A young Emilia who looks back on her deeds and sinks into a sea of self-denial at the cause of the present situation.

That I broke my promise. That I left the room where I shouldn't have left. That I knew a seal I shouldn't have known. Everything seems to have started because of what I did.

"Alone... stuck in your room... and then, good? Then don't leave anyone... guys, together... were you there...?

"Emilia...... eh"

"I was a bad boy...? So, everyone hates the world... to be alone, huh?

"No... no, Emilia. Nobody, nobody hates you. The world is not meant to afflict you... the world, everyone, is meant to bless you...!

Arch says desperately to young Emilia, who once again bursts into tears.

It was also like a desire to make Emilia stop crying, but more than that, she herself wanted to believe so, but a desire for it.

To the cry of the arch, Emilia, who sees the past, is struck in the chest.

Fortna or not all juice. Emilia was reaching out to everyone in the settlement, starting with him, to be protected, loved, and not lonely.

I haven't really remembered, until this moment, that it has always been so.

"You there -!"

In front of a running arch, someone slips in with a sharp voice.

The arch, stopping his foot slightly, turned a cautious glance at the person in the black coat who jumped through the gaps in the trees. But the opponent raised his hand against that gaze,

"Wait, don't panic! I'm Bishop Romaneconti's fingertip!

"The Bishop's...!

To a breathless man in a coat of law, Arch is given the name of juice to give him a relief look. When he saw the arch's alert lifted, the man walked over here and noticed young Emilia.

"What about your girl... No way, what about Master Fortna?

"Don't worry. Me... I entrusted Emilia to myself and she just stayed. Master Fortna is the best hand worker in our settlement. Always defeat the enemies that have entered…"

"... hard to say, but perhaps that's hard"

In response to the arch changing his attitude, the man said with his eyes down and a plundered voice.

When the arch raised an eyebrow at the word, the man exhaled with a heavy expression,

"The greed of the Bishop of the Great Crimes has been confirmed, and the Bishop is being responded to. If that was all, there was a chance that if we left the followers of other extremists, we could have driven them back..."

"Something else wrong...?

"- The Warcraft 'Black Snake' is unleashed in the woods"

"- Huh!?

On the man's words, the arch gave a stunned look.

He shook his head and showed the woods with his hands that he could not believe what was being heard.

"Stupid, impossible! Three Great Warcraft 'Black Snakes' shouldn't be more controllable than white whales and giant rabbits! Unlike a white whale under the control of bulimia or a giant raven that can guide its path... black snakes are just a disaster that doesn't obey anyone! Disaster in Disaster! How could that be!

"... of witchcraft, accompanied by Master Pandora. Only Pandora can direct Black Snakes to their destinations without even controlling them by power."

"Pandora......? The name of such a person..."

"You're the one who was kept secret! In witchcraft, neither the moderates of the bishops nor other extremists should have a common taboo to speak of. That's better."

Neither does the arch carry on two sentences to the squeezing male voice.

Still, the arch didn't sink into despair because he felt in his arms a beat of life different from his own. Because he knew it would be unacceptable to look down here.

"I asked Master Fortona to let Emilia escape. Whatever the woods are, only this child... only hope must be preserved!

"… let us accompany you. I don't know how powerful I can be with this decaying body."

A man also recovers his shriveled expression to an arch attitude that does not erase his willingness to resist.

Flipping the hem of his coat, exposing his forged legs at his age, he runs out to lead the way out of the woods.

"Let's avoid extremist followers and move on. Anyway, if you cross the Great Forest, your eyes..."

It was a moment when a man tried to show policy.

The body of a man who goes forward to lead falls with his legs tangled by something on his lid. Arch lowered his voice to the man to be overthrown and rushed over.

But in that rushing arch the man had a sharp voice,

"Don't come!!

"- Huh!?

"Wet...... I didn't know it would come so soon!

A man holding on to an arch trying to rush over wakes up a tumbled body. But I just woke up my upper body. The stretched legs are somehow not moving with Pickle.

It's just that beneath the turned up coat of law - a black burn-like mark was stamped into the stripped man's tibia.

"Black Snake's Evil Tongue......! Run!

"But!

"It doesn't help anymore..."

The face of a man who can tell the arch to escape rapidly changes its appearance.

The skin from the neck to the top peeking from the coat of law is gradually covered in red and black spots, the eyes on the face that seemed warm in the eye area are opened, and the more the eyes are likely to spill, the more the face falls.

scratching a neck full of spots with fingers of both hands the man blew tons of yellow bubbles from his mouth,

"Bu, bu... ah, bu... eh"

Shortly after I thought I groaned in bitterness, black blood pours out of my orbit, nostrils, ears, mouth and every facial organ, drooling like a man's life is squeezed.

As in death to that pity. Of course Arch, Emilia, who was to be looked at directly, cannot be an ordinary heart. Even Echidna's expression was so painful.

"The Devil's Crucible... The Warcraft of the Nest, the Black Snake... Huh!

Looking out at the end of the man's path, Arch calls out the name of the warcraft who killed the man with a plundered voice.

It would not have reacted to its name, but suddenly another sound mixed up in a quiet forest dominated only by the breath of Arch and young Emilia.

Shrugs, like giant creatures nodding their tongues.

It's like something long and thin crawling around the floor claiming to exist.

The scale of the sound was too different to match the impression, but it was like the sound of a snake crawling in front of its prey, tongue out, and ground.

"- Shit!

The arch, who perceived the identity of the sound, realized that he and young Emilia were in the hunting grounds of the Black Snake.

While I know raising my voice works against me, there's nothing else I can do than raise my voice. Other than that, I can't think of the art of resisting.

Not knowing which way to run, the arch runs away from the man's body. I don't have the idea of heading towards the one who already pointed Fortna's finger. Now, anyway, we have to get away from this threat. We have to protect what we have to protect.

Such a diligent and desperate resistance of a young elf...

"Ahh."

tangled in the right ankle kicked to the ground, unbroken and discarded by the black evil tongue.

On the peeled skin, the crawling part of the evil tongue engraves a scar of red and black burns.

As soon as he saw it, the arch turned his hand to his right foot,

"... Hurrah!!

Without hesitation, the wind blade cuts down from the burn-born tibia.

Losing his stomping, pressing his falling body against the trunk of the tree, the arch indulged in massive amounts of blood, eroded by severe pain and boiling brain with teeth so biting that his teeth cracked,

"Huma......!

The air cracks and the cut arch's right foot wound freezes. The white vapor rose and the arch exclaimed at the method of forcing the wound to stop bleeding.

Emilia is stunned by his epic deeds. Immediate judgment, dealing with severe pain. And even then, to the strength of his heart that won't let go of the young Emilia in his arms.

"Arch......?

The young Emilia, who can push her face against her chest, has not seen what the arch does now. And neither was Arch going to show it to young Emilia at all.

He grinned at young Emilia with a grin that remained a floating face of sweat,

"Anything... nothing... eh. No, it's just...!

An arch that, while interrupted, answers that it will not enlighten young Emilia about anything.

But cruel fate mocked the aspirations of the noble youth everywhere.

A wound blocked by an act of preparedness to cut off a leg, freeze a wound and stop bleeding - a safe part of its frozen right foot, thirsty as it lost moisture, begins to crack like a earth sucked up with water, and the damage erodes.

The right foot of the arch begins to die as if the earth were dried up, and it does not remain only on the foot.

"... Emilia. You see that white flower between the two trees?

"... yeah"

Arch to keep his back in the tree and crouch in. Emilia, a young boy with feet on the ground, looked at him pointing his finger at him and nodded, finding a white flower as he was told there.

Arch wiped his sweaty floating forehead, hiding his bitter expression,

"Well, can you run towards the flowers? Flowers, through... straight, straight..."

"I can... I can run. But..."

"Well, run..."

Staring at the white flower, the arch tells the young Emilia who clogs her voice.

Short, sending words. Young Emilia shudders her purple blue eyes as she puzzles her eyes but realizes how he must be interrogated.

To be alone. Also, to lose people from sight.

"It's okay. Emilia, you're not gonna be alone..."

"Arch......"

"Come on, run. Whatever you hear, don't look back...... run!

Let the sharp voice of the arch jump your shoulders, and the stepped out toddler Emilia runs straight out. Because I wanted to look back, but they told me not to look back.

Arch's words, Fortna's words, juice's words echo the young head.

Just like I believe that if you keep everything you say, everything will be back to normal.

As I say to myself that only doing so is now Emilia's hope.

Run, leave yourself and drop off the young Emilia, who will be invisible to those who hope.

The arch exhaled for a long time and turned the hem of his jacket.

Already the erosion of depletion has covered both legs and hips, reaching below the chest.

I can't move both legs and on the contrary, I just touched them and they're going to collapse and scatter.

What will happen if depletion reaches over your chest and to your heart?

Squirrel, you hear the sound of a warcraft licking its tongue before its prey.

Makes the escaping girl sound like she's trying to take away the hope of the woods, the meaning of burning out the arch's, the slightest bit of life left.

"Who let you go..."

Squirting stops the distant noise.

As I was about to lose interest in my still breathing prey.

The sound approaches. In other words, the arch loosened his cheeks as he felt the end approaching.

Because imminent death on me meant death was far from that child.

"Dear Fortna... I'm sure she'll be fine"

Shrew, the final sound approaches.

listening to it, in danger of life without any more, yet Arch laughed proudly at what he had accomplished,

――――

The smile, even if depleted, remained intact.

- The white flowers the arch pointed at have already passed.

"Ha... ha... ha"

Let her breath bounce and stretch her narrow stride so hard that young Emilia is running through the woods.

Thinking about my mother, juice, arch and everyone so I don't have to think about anything else, that it's best to go that way anyway, in the direction the arch pointed to.

"Ugh... Ugh!

Shake your head.

Tears flow. End of mouth, desperate for a whimper to leak.

I wonder what's going on and why right now.

I wonder what everyone knows and what they are without knowing.

I don't know what to do, nothing. Is there anything I can do?

Who are the people who are attacking Fortna, the juices, the arches? How can those people return? What are they after?

"Ugh, I'm..."

That's right.

Fortna and Arch said something. Juice, too, while talking to Fortna, should have said that it was important.

If so, their purpose is.

"-"

The underfoot of the young Emilia, who was running with her thoughts, swung to her lid, and the girl realizes that she had lost sight of the ground and was entering the woodland.

He tried to hold his hand, but the sharply decided plot of land did not help him to retain his little body, and the young Emilia rolled down the slope as he ran.

Usually, I might have gotten up crying for abrasion pain right away.

However, the young Emilia, who was in a state of extreme physical and mental fatigue, would skip consciousness for just a few moments by striking her head strongly on the ground.

"I..."

I have to do something. That's what I thought I found.

If we have to do that, we will light a small fire of mission on our chests and our consciousness will be interrupted.

- And the story temporarily leaves the toddler and returns to the land of fierce war.

of the two destinies, to see its end point.