Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

Distracted, the girl was walking through the darkness killing sounds.

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Make your smaller body even smaller and even worry about the clothes rubbing that the clothes you are wearing come into contact with the air. Walk with your hands on your mouth because if you're not physically holding it down that way, your breathing will plunder.

Ringing loudly, I really wanted even this heartbeat to quiet down.

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A young girl rocking her reddish brown hair - Petra was moving through the mansion, which she had finally begun to get used to, with anxiety as if she had strayed into a strange world.

The fact that a fuzzy carpet is laid is only now appreciated from the bottom of my heart. I usually thought it was hard to walk inside, but it's because of that my trembling feet don't make any noise.

The next time you get a chance to wash it, I swear to my heart that I will carefully wash it with the gratitude of the Spirit.

If that's not how you're unconscious of something else, your barely alternating legs are going to stop. Even though we're only going at a rate that won't change the way a caterpillar crawls, it's also horrible to think about what happens if it stops.

The length of the long, endless, invisible corridor was now so hateful.

Petra remembers her heart playing when she was admitted to working in a large mansion.

While right in the village, the mansion was a very far away place for Petra. It's not a matter of distance. As a matter of position.

Lord and lord of the mansion, Uncle Borderline turned to the village of Aram in his spare time.

An aristocratic but unpretentious attitude and an instrumental amount of laughing and forgiving child tantrums. I have never heard bad things from the villagers about Uncle Borderline in parts other than the outfit.

Neither had Petra ever been more aware of Uncle Borderline.

I just always admired the size of your mansion.

A place in a small village, very unreachable to Petra with normal parents. When I grew up, I said I wanted to go out to Wang Capital and make clothes, etc., but that was just because I dreamed of what I deserved, because I knew at a young age that I had given up stretching my fingers to things I couldn't reach.

Such a fold, Petra got the opportunity to work in the mansion she admired without trying.

There, moreover, for Petra, he is also a benefactor of life, even with a slightly thought-provoking figure. Don't tell me which joy won, the latter is slightly stronger.

All in all, for Petra, working at the Mansion was the beginning of such a dreamy day.

The size of the hallway, the number of rooms and the enormous amount of time it took to clean had a turning part to look at, but nevertheless many of the dizzying days had brought Petra the joy of living.

That place of longing and dreaming is so scary that it freezes my heart for Petra right now.

Petra doesn't know what happened and what happened to this.

What I can tell is that I finished my job as usual and, as usual, finished my dinner alone with my senior maid Frederica - the woman I call my sister Frederica.

Using a stepping stone, Petra clears dishes in the washroom, while Frederica collects meals for Master Beatrice that she is in the mansion. Hands were untouched.

Petra hasn't seen Beatrice living in your mansion yet. I didn't even wonder if there really was such a person, but Frederica, Emilia, and Subaru seemed to know, until Petra obeyed without saying anything.

The masters of your mansion, who are away somewhere.

Except for a servant named Petra and Frederica, there are two left in your mansion. Only the invisible Beatrice and a girl named Rem who Subaru took home.

Petra was just a little dissatisfied because neither of them would try to eat.

However, the girl named Rem, who keeps sleeping, seemed pitiful, and above all Petra hasn't forgotten that Subaru treated her badly and politely.

Seeing Rem's sleeping face Subaru's side was too painful, and Petra saw deep emotions and distress enough to make her even hesitate to be jealous.

So...

"... only Mr. Rem has to help"

I accidentally uttered my resolve because that's the only way Petra behaves.

After Frederica had lowered Beatrice's dinner, Petra cleaned up the dishes and received confirmation and instructions from Frederica for work tomorrow.

If it's true, I'd like to help Frederica, who still has work to do, but Petra's body, still in the growth process, can't stand labor until late at night. It was common for me to only receive Petra's intentions and be sent out to my room by Frederica.

It's just that this night, on the way to my room, something different happened.

- The whole lighting fell in unison.

Surprised it got dark, Petra hugged Frederica, who was next door. Frederica held it gently and, after many words to reassure her, stuffed her breath.

Petra will never forget that feeling of air straining.

Dry air I've tasted somewhere. Frederica's hands gently untied Petra, who strengthens her ability to embrace the rising anxiety,

"Petra. She's a good girl, so listen carefully. - Use the stairs behind you, go outside. Quiet, hurry as you can and run away without making any noise."

"Phew, Lawrica, my sister..."

"I'll be right after you. When you get out of the mansion, run to the village. When I'm safely rendezvous, we'll clean up in the morning."

Speaking gently, Petra also found out that Frederica looked forward.

Then a light force pushes him back, opening the distance from Frederica. The sky with clouds was hiding the moon at this time and there was nothing light source.

I feel Frederica moving forward in a quiet foothold.

Noticing that, Petra took the Mansion aisle opposite Frederica, as she was told. I remembered trying to get to the stairs and keep going downstairs.

"This... the woods and the nappies"

I remembered where I had tasted the dry, strained air.

That was just two months ago, when I went into the woods with the other children in the village.

It was the air I felt when my life was threatened in the woods where the Warcraft's intention to kill was blown away.

- I have to go.

As soon as I realized it, Petra's feet turned upstairs, not downstairs.

I remember what Frederica said. I feel guilty about breaking it.

But don't leave a lem in the mansion that's become the same as this forest.

At that time, Petra didn't forget when Svalbard took her out of the woods, which was very scary.

"-"

After a reminiscence of a memory that seemed to cry, Petra felt the destination close by with a sense of stride.

I don't make noises. Unnoticed. By adhering hard to it, the journey that only gained the minimum speed ends.

I just got to Rem's room, and I can't take her away with me in the little petra of my body.

Petra's head was so dominated by a sense of urgency that she couldn't turn her head on such a thing. If we can get to Rem's sleeping room and make sure she exists, everything will work out fine.

A young girl is frustrated by a sense of purpose that doesn't fit her height and the fear of dying close by.

No one can blame Petra for realizing and not realizing for granted.

A few more steps, a few more meters, about two more steps ahead of me bare through the door of the room.

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I can get to the desired room in a little while.

Sound so loud that your heart is about to explode that an irrepressible breathing noise leaks out of the gap in your hand.

A little more, a little more, a little more...

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Arrived, Petra raised her face.

Just at that moment. Outside the window facing the hallway, clouds on the moon flow into the wind.

The moonlight plunged through the window, creating color in a world that was full of darkness.

And Petra saw.

"Oh, you're a lovely maid."

A black woman stood right in front of her, like assimilating into darkness.

It's only three steps away, across the door of the room of interest.

She was a long, long haired woman.

A terrible, luscious costume that makes a full body look at all costs. He swayed the tip of his braided hair with his hands and had an unusual hue for walking over slowly.

If you don't realize you have a big knife that glows dull, in the opposite hand holding that hair.

"I was listening to two targets and one addition. You're the little maid."

"......"

"Are you shivering? It's okay. - I'm sure your bowels are beautiful. Because the belly of a future child is always beautiful."

I don't know what you're talking about.

I was just realizing that the approaching of a smiling woman was synonymous with the footsteps of death.

Even though I am aware, Petra's feet do not move in fear.

A big knife in the hands of a thin woman.

When that thing is shaken, I'm sure my life will be unproductively pruned.

Yet,

"You're a good boy.... I'll let you see an angel."

Ruthlessly, the woman shook up a knife in the face of a trembling girl.

That blade cuts the wind, stroking Petra's torso - just before,

"Petra -!!"

A large shadow jumped in from the other side of the hallway, breaking between Petra and the knife, sparks scattered as it sounded tall.

Front, long golden hair to shield Petra is a dependable back I'm used to seeing.

There's only one broad back owner I can count on that I don't think of as a woman.

"Sister Frederica!

"You're a bad boy, Petra. I told you to run away... and I'll punish you later."

"Yes, yes!

Frederica, who turned only her neck while sheltering Petra on her back, says in a harsh voice.

Bad boy, Petra shuddered herself to what she was called, nodding over and over again as she nearly cried on its back.

"You're the big maid? Really, you're a lot bigger."

With those two exchanges in the front, the knife-proofed woman tilts her neck in a lightly lowered position. It seemed somewhere hilarious that the three long braids wobbled along with the movement without matching the woman's abnormality.

"I care about my body being big. Maybe it's my father's blood."

"Yes, your father was big. If it's that big, I'm sure your bowels will look good too. I'm looking forward to it."

"That's not a very good hobby."

"The intestines of women are brighter and brighter than those of men. Compare the two and I'll tell you that."

Abnormality To the remarks of a woman who is superb here, Frederica puts her arms forward.

Those hands were equipped with armor with sharp hook claws, and it would have been due to that weapon that prevented the woman's first blow.

A Frederica-like weapon that utilizes a large and powerful physique...

"I'm sorry to bother you, but you can do quite a bit."

"You seem pretty good, too, but maybe not to me. I felt like I was going to die in the King's Capital a while ago, and then I kind of got my arm up."

"Really? I couldn't finish you off. I feel like resenting him."

Seeing the power of the woman in front of you, a cold sweat floats on the forehead of the relative Frederica.

The difference in power felt just by matching can be inferred from the unusual temper emitted by a woman. There were intense signs of death drifting from the woman when she said she just seemed to stand casually.

How many lives do you mow that kind of temper?

"Petra. Now it's time to go outside your mansion. I'll hold that woman back."

"So, but, sister..."

Petra, who clogs her voice, looks at the door of the room, which is right around the corner.

Just looking at it, Frederica understood how Petra came here to break her own dictum.

So,

"I don't know who asked you... but it looks like me and Petra are on target."

"Yeah, right. You, the little maid and then the spiritual girl. I'm dissatisfied with the numbers, but I'm looking forward to seeing the Spirit's tummy a little bit because I've never opened it. Because last time it didn't go one step further and I couldn't see it"

"You crack your mouth a lot easier. Professionally, aren't you disqualified?

"I don't mind. You'll soon be out of your mind, and all you have to do is shut up if your client wants to complain."

"It's broken."

It was an exchange for a headache conversation.

Frederica realizes that there is no point in talking to a woman any more. Still, I could hear what I wanted to hear.

"Petra. That woman is after me, you and Master Beatrice. Do you understand?

"- Yes."

Petra wiped her tears and nodded.

I detected Frederica's intentions in the words of confirmation.

I think he's a smart kid. He is also a good goddaughter. I don't want you to die.

"Go!

"Yes!"

Depending on Frederica's voice, Petra runs out back so she can relax.

At the same time, something was thrown by a black woman who flipped herself. Cutting the wind and targeting running Petra's back are the four throwing knives thrown at him. To the brilliant ugliness of Petra's hands and feet, Frederica barely prevents them by running her right hook nail.

A high sound sounds and the throwing knife is played all bullets.

Running Petra hasn't even turned around. Full confidence in Frederica. Besides, we have to respond.

"Good boy."

"Yeah, he's a proud kid!

In pursuit of the woman who stepped most recently, Frederica slaps her left hook nail. The woman who dodged it by leaning slightly. but Frederica's fateful front-kick was ejected in the wake of that torso with her inclined posture.

Frederica's straight kick that puts on the wind and crushes even the walls. Unlike my mother, who was just a human being, Frederica's father was a half that drew the blood of a Balinese battle-based species. I cannot fully affirm the blood flowing into my body, but now I thank you for this power.

A straight kick smashes through the woman's torso, which opens her eyes gently. The woman put her left hand forward without a knife, but the power of the kick was enough to break her thin arm and still crush her destiny -

"Nah -!?"

"Surprisingly?

A woman upside down let Zhu's drawn lips loosen against Frederica, who was stunned and breathtaking.

The moment Frederica's kick was touched by her left hand, the woman showed an unacceptable light work situation where the madness of the dimension of force applied or subtracted was unacceptable. Weighing on the tip of the kick, the woman's body collapses with one hand. Frederica battles a woman as light as a feather as she puts a woman on her feet.

"Spider woman -!"

"That's what they just said."

Saying it with an out-of-heart voice, a harsh slaughter that doesn't match that voice runs through the universe.

The silver flashes reflecting the moonlight were in a straight line around Frederica's neck, preventing it with a hook claw hanging like that, but Frederica's arms, which should have been prevented with both arms, screamed.

A woman has one arm, which is also an unusual rigidity, even though she is much thinner than Frederica.

As the sparks scattered and the blades picked up the rubbing sound of each other up close, Frederica pulled down her leg, which had the woman on it, and hung the kick of death and regeneration straight up against the woman's face -,

"That's a bad idea."

The blade that remained engaged with the hook claw - with that as its starting point, the woman's body flipped even more hollow.

The woman, who was supposed to fall into Frederica's kicking orbit, gently drops it off directly underneath and her opposite hand is stretched to the woman's long leg. Another disastrous blade peeks from under the turned skirt,

"Show me the vibrant contents."

The crossing blade of the woman, who remained upside down, approached from left to right with the momentum to amputate Frederica's torso.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Running down the stairs, Petra runs, shaking her little arm wide.

A chain of tall sounds heard from above and a faint cry of Frederica.

Petra was not foolish enough to continue to restrain herself in her young stubbornness to the point of not exaggerating the feelings of Frederica struggling to let herself escape.

I just don't know anything about the fight. Even Petra knows it.

That black woman is a monster.

Even when Frederica looked so terrified and stood up to her, that woman's smile didn't even dwell. I don't think you know the difference in power. Clearly, I knew it.

If you leave it like that, Frederica will be killed.

"Beh, if you are like Risu...!

Another presence, that of being in this mansion.

That black woman apparently didn't know about Rem's existence. Of course, I'm sure if Lem were found, she'd be added to that woman's target, too, but I still don't notice Lem's presence unless Petra or Frederica touch him around.

"Here...... no, this way!?

Downstairs, Petra gradually opens the nearby door to check inside.

It's an incredible story, but the story is that Beatrice lives in a room that moves inside this mansion. If you open all the doors in the mansion, you'll all be living in a room you can reach. That's what I heard about being a wizard with all that power.

The power of the wizard was needed by Petra today.

If there is such a thing, it will surely help Frederica. Kill that black woman and protect me from this Petra dream mansion.

"He's not here... he's not here... hey...!

Petra spills tears as she runs out of breath and is about to collapse on the spot.

All the nearby doors of the servants' building were opened. Yet Beatrice's room doesn't show up in front of Petra. How long has it been since the battle between Frederica and the woman started?

Quick, even though we have to be quick.

"Hey, well..."

Even though I have to run out, Petra's legs won't move.

He slaps his leg many times with an uncharted hand, and Petra tries to stir up his constricted heart. But it's not enough. I don't have the courage. Hope is going to dry up now.

- Subaru.

When the mind is ruled by weakness, the name that came out to be said is the name of a man who is not here.

For Petra, it was the name of the most courageous person in the world.

An awesome man with courage, scolding his trembling feet and also facing an unbeatable opponent.

When everyone in Petra and the village is really in danger and is about to die, the savior of everyone who helps - the name of it, I call it.

Even if the person here knows he's not here.

"Subaru, Subaru... help me, Subaru"

"Hey, all right, Petra."

"-"

Crying, Petra, who was covering her face, accidentally raised her face to the voice.

Blurred vision with tears, someone standing right in front of you.

The person gazed on his knees on the floor for a crouching petra,

"Sorry I'm late. But I came to help.... Glad you're safe, Petra"

He has a troubled grin on his ill-eyed face that he sees.

Best of all, that face, which is trying to reassure Petra, was not kind at all, and that's why Petra appeased from the bottom of her heart.

"Subaru... what is it? Come on, you gave it to me?

"It's me, and I'm here. It's all right now."

Petra reaches out to his snort to reassure him.

When I touched my cheeks with a pet and kept my weight on my forehead, it supported me.

It's not a phantom, it's not a dream, he's certainly here. He'll stay.

I want to bite off the relief of that. - But I don't have time for that right now.

"Subaru... Sister Frederica is fighting a woman upstairs"

"Frederica did?

"Someone who's black and has a big knife... kind of amazing, scary"

"You're the big woman with the big, black knife... oh, I know"

Subaru faces Petra's words.

Convinced that he is apparently able to share the threat, Petra pulls Subaru's arm.

"Please, help my sister Frederica! Subaru, knock it off!

"All right, let me handle it all! I just want to say, even if I stick in Frederica's unbeatable opponent, he's just gonna be a corpse in an instant!

"- Eh."

For a moment, despair spreads across Petra's chest in that answer.

But Subaru gently stroked Petra's head like that with his big palm,

"So you sent in super strong reinforcements instead of me."

Subaru gazes up to look upstairs, his face imagining the sight played out there. It's somewhere where there's no anxiety or peace of mind.

"It's a little too much of a night for a reunion."

When it went straight from the torso, Frederica almost accepted it as a definite fact.

"Chi, there's no evil... hey, you called me."

The voice was accompanied by a grumpy grump as the steel sounded as it met with steel.

It seems contradictory, but it's true.

The Lord of the Voice is in a good mood and exalted, yet at the same time uncomfortable with the person in front of him.

That too, naturally.

"You..."

"How long have you been riding upside down and you've got cancer, aah!? - Bullshit!

In the middle of a woman who was being stopped by a blade on both arms, a poking up kick struck directly. Dropping off a woman who broke into a letter and blew it off, the man met his arms as he lowered his raised legs.

A silver shining shield is securely attached to both arms.

They are equipped with one-handed shields on both arms in such a way that they cover their fists.

"Talk about the Admiral. He says, 'Attack is the biggest defense'."

Saying, the man meshes his teeth and sounds as he strips his sharp dog teeth.

"Bye. Wow. With a shield to defend, you can attack... the biggest attack and the biggest defense live together, and the strongest in up to two?

That was a retarded, child-thinking theory.

But the man practices the child's thought theory and uses two shields as his weapon.

With an open leg stance, the man with his short blonde hair upside down, staring at his front opponent without alarm, looking back at Frederica with only his neck,

"Don't you think so, sister? - Big ah!?

As soon as possible, the attitude that kept the warrior atmosphere in the corner until then is crushed.

Man - No, the boy opened his eyes and looked up at Frederica from top to bottom as he revealed his surprise,

"Hey, are you serious!? Is this your sister? My sister, who I know, must have been a little smaller, a little thinner, a little more calm in the mouth!? Now I'd rather say brother than sister...... oh!?

Don't be rude.

Frederica's knee struck out at the boy slapping disrespect as he stared at people.

A boy slapped on the flank rolls onto the floor and stands up at ease. Looking at his fluttering face, Frederica noticed. of that forehead, on a white scar.

"Garf, are you?

"You know what, Frederica is fine... I can't believe it... Guh!

"Don't leave your sister alone."

During the stand-up motion, the elbow was slapped on the back and Garfiel was stuffy.

Its boring appearance reminds me of my childhood. There was nothing in "Sanctuary" about playing tools, nothing else to use each other's flesh to distract boredom.

Frederica threw the jumping Garfiel without taking into account the difference of nine years. At that time, it was as if it were no different.

"No. Garf... you're getting bigger"

"It just sounds disgusting when your sister tells you right now, Oi! I'm telling you, I'm still getting big from here! Don't think you'll ever look down on me!

"Hehe, I'll correct you. Even if your body grows a little, your vessel will remain small."

"Wha!?

Garfiel stripping his fangs and offering them to Frederica's words. After his first direct interaction with such a brother in a decade, Frederica was filled with an incredible sense of well-being.

I didn't know there was going to be a day outside the 'sanctuary' where I could exchange words with Garfiel like this.

- Someone must have made it to the Sanctuary.

Ram, Emilia, or Subaru? Either, someone did.

"And then there was Otto."

"Ha, that brother won't get paid either. Thinking," It's always the case that Miguel bridges fall, "well, that's what I think."

A young man with gray hair's depressed face seems to be in my eyes.

By the time I reached such a conclusion with all my sisters and brothers, from the back of the fuzzy corridor,

"So is it time for me to move on to action?

"I've been waiting all this way for you, haven't I? Whatever it is, forget about the job and go home. If I were a woman, I'd beat her up."

"Oh, you're sweet."

A woman smiles flashly at Garfiel trying to stay away with the trick of paying for the bugs.

Frederica slapped Garfiel's back full of alarm,

"Gurf, it hurts to think of her as the woman she looks."

"I know, it's not normal. Besides, I'm not gonna treat you like a woman in the real world, just one lamb."

"That's not cool at all if you think it looks good. Lamb will laugh at you with his nose."

"Wha!?

Garfiel looks back indignantly at Frederica with a frightened face.

- At the next moment, a silver disc was thrown at a tremendous speed from the woman's hand.

Disc. No, that's not a disc, it's a big swing knife that spins vertically at high speed. Beyond the limit of the visibility speed, the bullet speed approaches Garfield to leave the sound wind-cut, breaking its head and trying to make it bounce blood.

"Um..."

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A rubbing sound between the metals and a burst of sparks so painful in the eyes.

The striking blade scraped the surface of the raised right shield and was jumped straight up by skillful angular changes. The flying blade has its tip pierced against the ceiling, and Garfiel's body slips straight to the front without even looking at it, approaching the woman as she slips on the floor, and the shield on her left is swung up.

"I told you to go home, didn't I?

"Yeah, that's the answer."

On the verge of his fist being swung through, the woman gently lowered back pulled her left arm well.

At the next moment, the blade Garfiel was playing and poking at the ceiling was pulled out, and the momentum to return spun again to attack Garfiel from behind.

The blade patterned butt was tied with a string, which was connected to the other knife the woman had.

"Garf!"

I realize the threat, and Frederica speaks up, but I can't make it.

As the blade rotates, the blade approaches to sever Garfiel's half, his left arm, which is now close to being slapped by a woman. But...

"- Shirazake!!

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Frederica's voice arrives or not, Garfiel screams at such an instant timing.

Immediately after, Garfiel's left arm, which is shaken out, becomes explosively enlarged. It's the arm of a beast that can't belong to a person, with its golden body hair together and transformed into a thickness like a whole tooth.

A servant woman, too, puts agitation in her eyes at this.

"Hurrah!!

Mood flashes, Garfiel's left fist smashes through the woman's torso with every shield.

Naturally, a blade from behind pierces Garfiel's left arm, which didn't even care about the shards to evade, but it grows thick and doesn't break the arm of the beast with wire-like body hair.

"- Ugh!?

"Blow it up ya black bitch!!

The pain of being shredded meat. What is it, Garfield blows the woman away with a swinging momentum, the woman is slapped to the ground without being able to kill her power, and she bounces and rolls as she goes.

Looking at the rolling woman, Garfiel pulled out a knife that stood against her left shoulder. Bite off the patterned butt string with your fangs and throw the knife out the nearby window.

"Ha! He said," Kurgan lost his arm, but he killed his enemies. "If you think I'm gonna freak out and shrink even though it hurts, it's a big mistake, idiot!

"Fools are up to you!!

"Ahhh!?

My sister's fist punches through the back of Garfield's head, winning proudly.

The battered garfiel crouches in, and turns his protest eyes to the unexpected cage,

"Fight in such a way that it hurts my body... I'll cry when my grandmother sees it"

"Ugh, gu... be, I don't care what Baba thinks. I don't know..."

"What do you call it against your wife!? I don't remember growing a girlfriend like that!?

"I haven't even seen you since I was four years old, but I can't believe you're my sister, who came here after a long reunion! … and"

Garfiel, who was in a bad position after being poked through the painful spot, holds his breath. If Frederica is also attached to that reaction and turns forward, the black shadow rises loosely.

As the woman quietly lifted her body, she spun the knife still holding her grip in her hand, shrugging and licking blood dripping down the edge of her mouth with her fingers. And a trance grin.

"- Fine, you. Very good. Wow, you're such a good girl."

"I honestly didn't expect that one to come in and stand up. Evil, I got a little silly and licked."

A woman smiling while licking blood and Garfiel apologizing hand in hand.

Frederica forgot the passage of time only for a moment in an exchange that did not appear to be amicable with a killing beyond intelligence.

but when I shook my head as soon as I regained my mind,

"Gurf! Anyway, I'm a woman who doesn't know what to do. Without alarm or mercy..."

"Wow. Better than that. Sister... Do you know who Lem is?

…… Yeah, I'm at the mansion. Well, I hear you're Ram's sister. "

Frederica has no certainty about that either.

There is no such thing as the presence of that sister in the memory of Frederica, who knew Ram from an early age. However, Rem, described to Subaru as Ram's sister, was surprisingly two girls, Ram and Melon. The girl who is still asleep is disappearing from everyone's memory because of the damage caused by witchcraft.

"Do you look like a lamb?

"You look just like me. That's why I won't allow you to replace me."

"It's too scumbag to imitate. I just wanted to make sure. - Right."

During the conversation between her sister and brother, the woman is gently turning her hands and feet to see how her body is doing.

You're giving me time for this conversation. I don't know how to think about it.

Whatever.

"If you're somewhere on this floor, take me out with you. I'm probably all over him."

"Hey, what do you say? I'll fight, too. If it's for both of us, we'll have a better advantage..."

"I wonder what that is?

Frederica stops Garfiel trying to fight alone, but the woman's voice breaks in. When Frederica turned her stern eyes to the woman, the woman hid her mouth with the tip of the blade,

"I hope you don't look scared. Besides, I'm sure your brother will prove that I'm not out of line."

"... Garf?

Frowning in surprise at the woman's words, Frederica calls her brother's name.

to that voice. Garfiel fixed the angle of the shield between his hands, while

"Evil, sister. You're so warm that you can do it with your back in mind."

"Nah......!

Frederica is stunned by the assertion that her legs are tied.

Of course, I admit that my skill isn't far enough to that woman, but it was humiliating to suppose that I still couldn't help enough to be told I was going to pull my leg.

"And don't get me wrong, sister. I don't know what your sister said."

"... So, what?

He said, "If you and I do this for real, we're gonna get messed up."

When Garfield points at herself, then at the woman, the woman's delightful expression affirms the word. Let the three long knitted tips twist with your hands and try to bend forward.

"Right. … so you'd better stay back."

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Only the real strong can tell each other, the feeling of a soldier.

Understanding that he is far from the realm, Frederica scorches herself into remorse.

I can't believe I can do anything to help my brother, who hasn't seen him again in ten years.

"You're not thinking about Tsumanye, are you?"

"Garf......"

"Look at my arms. This shield was playing with my sister when I was a kid. The starting point for my strength right now is that I ran off with my sister."

To Garfield's words, Frederica opens her eyes.

Frederica felt the definite growth of her brother, who was away, and her chest got hot with a carefree, comforting, or differently emotional voice.

"Admiral, you beat the crap out of me with the power of numbers. Raw Hate, Extreme Condition Then I'll change my story again."

Stepping forward as he said, Garfiel punches and bites his shield, his fangs.

And

"Call me, black woman. It's a celebration out of the Sanctuary. Let's start by smashing the first wall into my skin!"