Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

"Ready? There are all four rescuers in the mansion. They're all girls."

On a running dragon car, Subaru explains with four fingers up.

High-speed, flowing views and rough roads. unwavering body and unbathed wind in spite of it. Subaru nods against the two looking at his fingers raised with a serious face, thinking somewhere in his head that it is a strange feeling no matter how many times he tastes it.

"One is Frederica. You know Garfield's sister. If a raider comes, Frederica's the only one you can expect to buy time for."

"You're my sister... Honestly, I've been seeing you for ten years."

Garfiel scratches his short blonde hair with an awkward look on her face.

Garfiel, who has stayed in the 'Sanctuary' and has remained steadfast. Frederica and I had decided that we had abandoned the 'sanctuary' to go to the outside world, and it would be difficult to face each other.

"Seriously, haven't we been face-to-face for ten years? From the stories of Borderline Bob and Lamb, there seems to have been many trips between the Mansion and the Sanctuary."

"My sister must have been awkward. I followed the bastard of Roswar... I've tried to write to him, but..."

"What do you mean, he was coming?

"I kept it all in Baba without reading it"

Garfiel distracts his gaze with his obstinate face. My attitude toward my awkward sister is already completely child's. When we meet again, it will be an inspiring meeting.

When Subaru exhaled, Otto, the last companion who apparently gained similar emotions, pulled the reins.

"So, is Petra the second one?"

"Right. A new maid of expectation at the Roswar Mansion, a slightly obnoxious Petra, is the second. This kid is a perfectly normal village girl without a back surface, so when he's targeted, he's a hundred perks."

In fact, Petra's death rate in the course of the Roswar Mansion raid so far is one hundred percent.

Of course, the mortality rate of the other three is high, but in Petra's case, the question of whether or not to fight is often terminated early.

If we're going to protect him, we're going to have to find him fast.

"The other one is Rem. It's Ram's sister. You won't remember."

"I'm still half-hearted, Admiral. I don't care what Ram tells me about my twin sister. I can't believe I forgot who I was with."

"That's the kind of 'curse' that even forgets a single cracked ram. Things change again when it comes to resolving that...... Anyway, it's not as urgent to worry about Rem. Killer attacking the mansion - because Elsa's target doesn't have a lem in it. Probably because Lem wasn't known to exist at the time of the request."

"That said, if you could find Mr. Rem sleeping in the mansion, you wouldn't be free, would you?

"... that's for sure."

It's about Elsa.

Even a lem not included in the request would reach for half the fun if discovered. In fact, just because Subaru hadn't seen it with this eye, the case where Rem was murdered was also in the loop.

Only pray that Lem, who doesn't move actively, doesn't happen to be in the room that Elsa opened.

"In any case, their favor isn't much of a good idea."

"I rely on you guys, and I rely on my hostile opponents. This is Natsuki Subaru's method of warfare, named" Reverse Wind Volcano. "

"Or Kakee...... ugh!

Garfiel who consolidates his fists and shines his eyes.

Subaru also has a rare feeling of guilt when so much anticipation is placed on the proper statement. When more time is available, Garfield shall enjoy the right wind and forest volcano.

So determined, Subaru frowned and looked at Garfiel, "But..."

"Saki, let's see, is it really working in that state?

"You must be in a hurry, right? If I had a better way, I'd better be there."

Garfiel responds with a disgruntled face to Subaru's subtle words.

Garfield's words were good, but Subaru had no choice. Anyway, Garfield is in a state where he grabs himself outside the body of a dragon car and talks to Subaru and the others through the window.

Grabbing the window frame and hanging, Garfiel is driving as he is dragged by a dragon car, rubbing the ground and feet next to the wheel that turns at high speed.

For Subaru, who has previously had the experience of shoving hate enemies into the wheel and knocking them down, that situation, where his hands can reproduce footage just slipped, can never be seen with serenity.

"If this is a mistake and you go balancing, my PTSD won't wait and the Mansion won't be able to beat you."

"Ah, Admiral. Isn't that worrisome? It's okay. When? Look, look, look! There you go, there you go!

"Stop!! You're gonna die!! I'm gonna die before you!!

Using the window frame I grabbed as my starting point, Gurguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu It is the first song to be established with Garfield's human detached grip. In fact, the window frame grabbed by Garfield is so deformed and gripped that it comes to my attention that Otto, the owner of the dragon car, can later mourn.

Whatever.

"The effect of" The Protection of the Earth Spirit "was when it didn't activate without a foot on the earth. I guess we'll just have to break it off with the necessary measures than we have to be able to get to the Mansion with Garfield in full or close proximity."

"I know the logic. You, if you see this from the outside, you're running as hard as you can to shake off the guy trying to get in the dragon car. And the reality is that he's throwing a 14-year-old boy out of his car, and he keeps running at high speeds while dragging him to the ground."

"That's not normal when people say that about the outside world and the inside world, hey!?

As the otto on the side pulling the reins, I would be in the mood to avoid what seems to be the case from the outside. Though the two dragons, Patrash and Fulfu, who are pulling the body of the car without any help, the will of the man with the reins remains running with an unfamiliar face.

That's the kind of circumstance Garfield is in for a curvy drive.

The rough wounds have been treated by Emilia's magic at the time of the 'sanctuary', but they have not recovered to such an extent as to be lost mana or blood from within the body.

The distance from the 'Sanctuary' to the Mansion is about half a day. No matter how far the Patrashes can afford to heal the Subaru's health, even if they bust well.

It doesn't change that Garfiel, who is scratching his power from the earth in "The Protection of the Earth Spirit," is the trump card. Subaru and Otto only prepare a place where he can fight with all his might.

"Oh, my God, I'm interrupting, Admiral."

"Ah?"

"I was just talking about it. There are four of us who have to help. There are only three of us. I don't want to hear the name of the last one. Who are you?"

Garfiel lifts his body and peeks into the dragon car. He turns his gaze to Otto, similar to the question that hit Subaru, but Otto shrugs his shoulder with his neck shaking sideways.

"Hate, I'm not seeing the last of you. I've been at the Mansion for about a week... but in the meantime, there's nothing different."

"I've never seen a face. I don't even want to see a face. Are you okay, brother?"

"I'd like to believe maybe that's not why I didn't see you!

Otto argues with a desperate face at Garfield's gaze at the pitiful.

Svalbard exhaled, fisting his seat as he watched such a nasty exchange between the two.

"The last one... Beatrice, maybe, can't get him out without me"

――――

To Subaru's words, Otto and Garfiel closed their mouths and looked at this one.

He probably believed that without asking me why, to the serious sounds put into his voice. Oh, my God, those are comforting people.

"I'll take Beatrice out. I'll take you out. If I had to."

Nothing else, Subaru has to.

Even if Beatrice acted on the surface and didn't want it.

"If the Admiral says so, so be it."

"Should people from nearby Aram villages also be evacuated if they can? Even if it means avoiding confusion, is that a good thing for me to do?"

To Subaru's readiness, the two express their backing in their respective attitudes.

Subaru has the role of Subaru. And give ourselves our part.

Damn, really, they're the ones I can count on.

"Thank you, you two idiots"

"Can't you honestly thank me, hey, one fool!

The battle, by way of example, had increased its harshness and scattered destruction throughout the luxurious mansion.

"- Wow!!

"Ahhh!!

The sound of a steel and steel meeting, a spark disputed by a rubbing sound, the impact of the slash and blow being bounced, crumbles the routine of the moonlight plunging Roswar mansion.

A light noise is made, the windowsill bounces, the carpet rises to the impact of being smashed to the floor, and the painting hung on the wall is crushed with a growl.

"Fine, you're the best."

"I don't care if you say anything other than rum. I'm so happy!!

The right arm gripping the shield is ejected and pierced against the wall through the side of the woman who turns herself in. Chasing the woman as she slipped herself aside, Garfiel flipped as she waved her right arm, slamming her left arm against the woman's shadow in a backfisting mood.

"Too bad"

"Oh, my God, it's not over!

It's quicker for Garfiel, who slapped his left arm, to shake himself again, pulling his right arm out of the wall and releasing the blow than for the avoided woman to shake up the blade. The woman interrupts swinging down the staged knife and turns straight back with the recoil with her arms raised - Garfiel's blow crushes the space for a moment through which the woman's leg passes.

"Rahhh!!"

Left back fist.

Right Rigid Fist.

Left rear spinning kick.

Straight ahead to the right.

Left torso rotating kick.

Take one attack after another as you go around and don't loosen your hand in pursuit of the woman who keeps falling back. Eventually the woman, who was full of hands to avoid Garfield's series of attacks, looked up, guessing that her lowering leg had reached the end of the hallway.

"Smash it. Ya!!

Stepping in, Garfiel frees both his pulled arms at the same time.

Both fists fired in the wind, silver violence reflecting moonlight in the corridor of darkness looms upon the woman.

Rigid arms of the beast enough to undoubtedly become ground beef if a living human strikes directly. The woman kept her back against the wall and gently bent her knee against the wall with her right sole.

Then he sets his aim against both impending fists and offers a blade so that he can ram it into the tip of the curved knife. Once again, the blade is screwed into the coil of steel and the gap between the two shields. But...

"Such a small worker goes by. -!"

The woman's prospect would be to insert a blade into the combined eyes of the two shields and skewer the garfiel sticking in with a knife as it were. But Garfiel's strength is not so slight that she can manage it with a single fine arm of a woman.

The curved knife leaves the tip pinched longitudinally and bends and folds distortionally without being able to break through the guard.

On the verge of...,

"So, petty worker, how about another overlay?

With her leg against the wall in the fulcrum, the woman's body twists and turns vertically.

Moments later, the woman's left foot rising to rotate backwards kicks the knife's patterned buttocks with the tip bitten on the shield, slightly opening the gap between the shields.

its open clearance,

"And this is destiny"

"- Huh!?

An upside down woman's left hand holds a knife apart from the one that created a gap in her shield. This is the third song knife of a disastrous shape, how many knives exactly do you have hidden?

A thin knife easily slips through the gap between the shield, shield, and blade.

The deadly blade, which looms without even letting the air rip, strikes Garfiel's neck. Even with a little beastification, it's a steep spot in a steep spot where fatal injuries are imperative.

But Garfiel goes out into vicious means against it.

"Nice."

"- Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho!!

Garfiel sticks his face out in front of the woman who groans.

A sharp canine tooth was disappointed, literally quenching the woman's left hand blade. The blood dripping from the edge of the slightly cut mouth and the iron odor characteristic of the knife pokes his nose.

"Kuze!!

With force in his jaw, Garfiel chewed up the knife in an instant.

He spits out the fragments that smash and scatter, and still launches his nail tip directly from the bottom onto the woman's head upside down. The woman gave her left arm, which she was pulling instantly, against a carefree kick that made her play the skull.

It sounds like a wet cloth cut slammed against a wall, and bright red blood splashes through the aisle. I wiped the blood on my face with my sleeves, exhaled deeply from my nose and Garfiel looked back.

At a distance of a few meters, there is the figure of a woman who escaped from a destination with no escape. However, the left arm had multiple broken and twisted bones from wrist to shoulder.

"I'm gonna run off with one arm. Oh, please do it. Ah, my mouth hurts."

"... hehe, thanks. Oh...... it hurts, it hurts. I feel alive."

"Huh? Not only do you like to be slaughtered, you like to be slashed, don't you? I don't understand. Well, I don't want to know."

To a woman who squirts and spills blood but smiles soberly, Garfield meets her arm shield with physiological disgust. and then noticed the further rear of the woman,

"Wow, sister. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. As I've been watching, I think I can do it even if Evil Wi makes me look good. Let's do it. Come on. Let's do it."

"... Yeah, yeah, you are"

Mouthwatering, Frederica manages to make Garfield snort at his words.

Precisely at this time Frederica wasn't watching in silence, she just couldn't move. Not so long ago, the battle between Garfiel and the woman was of a high dimension.

At least, if Frederica had crossed into the current battle, she would have fallen off early at the point of the first few matches of meetings. The skills of both are so remarkable.

Him and Frederica look behind the woman in the desired room - see Rem's sleeping room. It's only a few meters away if you try, but I can't come up with a vision that I'm supposed to be much closer to the room than the woman, that I can reach the room before that woman.

If only we could get to the room, we could take the lem and escape through the inner window.

"I wouldn't be so vigilant, sister."

"... Huh?

"Me, what's first for your brother now. I don't care what room you're in and what you do there. I'm not interested, but I'm not interested."

"- Eh!"

A woman who doesn't even look back and try to guarantee the safety of Frederica's actions.

There will be no lies in her words. I don't think you're the kind of woman who conspires against you that way, and I'm not the one who needs it. Above all, the authenticity of the word now passes on to everything I hear.

The woman's consciousness is now poured into Garfiel with the whole spirit.

I no longer really make it a one-of-a-kind thing, like about Frederica.

Yet rather from the woman's standing, she is so overwhelmed that she could wrap herself around the mansion. Intensely violent intent to kill so much that the calamity of the first time we faced each other seemed like a prank.

"Sister."

- I believe you.

To Garfield's short words, Frederica also conveys her trust in short words.

Frederica stepped through a space filled with women's temper, tasted the pressure of swimming in the water, and reached the room of purpose...

――――

Only one last time, I turned my gaze to Garfield and then slipped into the room.

Looking at it, Garfiel exhales deeply.

"I missed your sister, I can afford it... or something, I guess."

"Do I look like a cheating woman enough to afford this much better person in front of me? I'm just you now. - Oh, I can't wait."

Smelly colorful incense and the grin of an amazing woman who lived with a bloody stench.

Garfiel took the stance of lowering herself by spreading her legs open, under what could be described as a passionate thermal gaze.

"Honestly, Zo. But no. Eat it up, tear it up."

"I, too, promise your intestines will drag you out without scratches"

With her left arm sluggishly lowered, the woman turns the knife resting on her safe right hand.

And when your chest leans forward enough to likely touch the floor,

"I'm 'The Bowel Hunt' Elsa Granhilte"

"... it's Garfield Tinsel, the supermost powerful shield."

The moment you finish your name, the woman moves first.

Woman - A divine speed disease that melts like Elsa's smile is sumptuous in darkness and does not make her feel the effects of her injuries. If you think you made the first sound of kicking the floor, the sound of wearing walls stretches from up, down, left and right.

Kicking the floor, kicking the wall, kicking the ceiling, Elsa's appearance was impending to Garfield as she repeatedly leapt. The rate at which you don't let your aim narrow and the movement of organisms that Garfield has never been relative to before. It can't be human or beastly, such as an imminent presence in this behavior of nightmares.

Above all, the amazing thing is that its speed is clearly faster than it was before the injury.

"Funny yeh!!

Against the leaping shadow, Garfiel takes action when he strips his fangs and laughs.

If your opponent is going to set you up in a tricky move, Garfield's counterattack is the same again. Garfiel blasted his hind legs as he reached the floor with his limbs against his repeated leaps.

Garfiel pushes through the mansion's straight corridor, turning it into a massive human bullet.

With the shield in the front, broken window glass and wall fragments blew simultaneously on shockwaves showing the thrusting power of the LTTE.

"Ha ha!!

Nor did he see the result, and with a roar, Garfiel stabbed his arm on the floor and braked forcefully. Immediately invert yourself and take the beast posture again, with your hind legs crushing the floor.

The explosion rocks the mansion and rises with scattered carpets caught in destruction. Garfiel, who catches a slice of red fabric on his body and flies - for a moment,

"- Huh!!

"Hahaha!!

Elsa's blade, which plunges down the ceiling to the scaffold, meshes with Garfield's shield, which flies straight down the hallway. The shock crumbles, and the violence of sound through the tympanic membrane sharply shakes the corridor of the moonlight.

Elsa gets bounced with laughter spinning fast on the side. Garfiel, bent down the path by the power of the slaughter, ran from head to side wall, smashed through the stone wall and rolled into the room.

"Bye!

The rolling garfiel instantly grabs the leg of the sleeping table that was beside him, whilst soaking up white smoke. My arm muscles enlarged and I lifted it slightly, nearly a hundred kilometers, throwing it toward the hole that I had now crushed and jumped into. A woman in black throws a silver blade from the other side of the bed with a roaring, double-breached, half-baked bed.

Strike it off with the shield on the left and crush Elsa's face approaching with the shield on the right. but this remained to plunder Elsa's missed three knitting of fleeing. Shortly after the tip of the dark hair tickles the tip of his nose, Garfiel flies forward according to the fear of running up his spine. Barely avoiding the slaughter that stretched from his hip, he slashed through the door as his back was shredded by the arcing blade and moved the battlefield into the hallway again.

I don't have time to breathe, Elsa jumps out after Garfield. Garfiel's kick is released with that thin waist on his face. Direct hit, I don't feel it. The woman turns herself around with an abnormal body rub and turns the shock of the kick into an orbit that causes her to stroke the surface of her belly and dodge it. Conversely, the tip of the curved knife approaches the stopping garfiel with its legs extended as it cleaves the sound.

Unlike the earlier slaughter released from a poor position, the speed and power of getting your head amputated this time if you bite and try to stop it. Garfiel's judgment, for a moment, slips the right shield into the blade's orbit to recieve it, and the flowing shield takes it further to flush it.

Roaring sound. Flying red and yellow sparks. Black eyes open to amazement and a woman with an open torso. Garfiel roars and slaps his kicking leg on the floor, making a posture and sticking his fangs up Elsa's side, trying to make him punch his gut as much as the lofty alias deserves.

"- Huh!"

It was only instinct that interrupted that fang blow and pulled his head back with the momentum intact.

Avoided late Garfiel's left ear blew up, rolling through the blood mist and dodging behavior. Put your foot on the wall and avoid the chase slaughter by escaping to the ceiling. Avoid, avoid, avoid out.

Breaking the ceiling with pierced arms and collapsing a portion of the upper floor creates a gap in Elsa's pursuit, during which she leaves. Hands and feet on the carpet, Garfiel held down with his palms the bleeding from the top half of his disappeared left ear.

He takes a rough breath and Garfiel bites his teeth into a burning pain. Then I slit the smoke that I could already stand in and looked at Elsa walking out and raised her mouth angle.

"I would have tried not to use my left arm."

"Right. That hurt. But the wounds on a person's body are healing."

"My narrow common sense story tells me that wicked wives can heal their messy arms in two minutes. It's a human body story."

rather than transcending the sphere of the organism.

Even Garfiel's "Protection of the Earth Spirit" requires several hours of rest to be able to move his crushed arms. Mana chose a land of aromas and did everything in her power to fill it.

In battle, not to mention in this short time, a healing body of wounds and so on.

I had heard from Subaru beforehand that 'killing won't kill you,' but Garfiel's reasoning, which was at that point, comes to a realistic conclusion.

"Otherwise, the story is early. You're a human being. I don't know what it's like to be born, but at least don't do it."

"You don't look good, you turn your head unexpectedly"

"I don't care if you're praised for anything other than rum. I'm glad. And I have an idea of that unusual recovery."

Poking his finger, Garfield mouths his reasoning.

Garfiel is now someone who may seem surprised but likes books. That, too, was quite an important time crush for Garfiel, who had no opponent to antagonize in power relations, in a boring 'sanctuary'.

Nevertheless, Garfiel preferred adventure novels, myths, and inheritance, and unfortunately was not interested in accumulating knowledge.

"Of all the books I've read, there really is a monster, a hero, something like that overflowing. Some of them had the same body."

"... even if it's arranged alongside the product of paranoia in a picture book, it's just as troubling."

"It's a picture book, and it's a book full of letters.... I can't even get a painting in there for a second, that's good. And this is a product of paranoia. I can't say enough."

With a clear face, Elsa is listening to Garfield.

In the meantime, around hanging out until the end of the story, she's a woman who doesn't impress with the murder minister she shows in the fight.

I'll change that complexion.

"Nah, the old witch also had a body guy to talk to."

――――

Every move that was shaking the tip of the blade stopped.

Elsa's black eyes see Garfiel in casual motion. stick your finger in its sight,

"- That body, you're a vampire!

"I don't drink blood."

When I heard him say it out, Elsa's body kicked the floor around exhaling.

Already completely healed left and right arms, swing a song knife in both hands to approach Garfiel. Received with both shields with slaughter approaching diagonally, simultaneously poking up his right leg and kicking it straight - kicking is also released from Elsa on the same track, with the soles of his shoes hitting each other and blowing it backwards.

"I don't like it! Your left hand is perfectly intact!

"You, too, would have finished treating your ears while you were buying time, right? Now come on."

Garfiel spoke from the inside out, wondering if it was broken.

While he was talking, he used healing magic with his left hand, which was blocking the wound, and his left ear injury was healed. As you expect the missing part to gradually return, if you still get just as injured as Elsa, Garfield's healing magic stops first-aid.

"You're not denying it, are you a vampire?

"What we call around us is freedom around us. I don't suck blood, and my diet is normal. Even if it's out in the sun, the guards just make a scene, and there's nothing to it."

"So your intestines are... your intestines are talking about vampires?

"That's my sexuality. I just like to see brightly colored bowels and touch my warm guts"

It's better that way. It's scarier.

In front of Garfiel, Elsa strips off her demonic black cloak.

Seeing it, Garfield decided Elsa would be even more motivated, chewing her fangs and meeting her arms shield.

"The world is wide... a little rough, but do it right, Admiral"

That being said, Garfiel also shook his shield down as he growled again against Elsa, who was going into it again.

- When the door opens, the smell of tons of paper pouring out of the room.

Is that the weight of a long time spent in the place but the late moon? Or if you can conjure up the common name 'The Stopped Room of Time', does the month and day matter as if?

"There's just something in the sanctuary around here that made me think a lot. One of your answers. Let me ask you something."

"- Why not?"

Without the Lord's permission, Subaru steps off and into his library.

As always, it's the living air of tranquility and shade. There are no windows where the light of day plugs in, or even small windows for ventilation. If you stay long, you will have a bad chest and you will definitely feel disgusted.

All the more so because the girl's face looking up at Subaru to greet her is exhausted.

"How did you get to this room again? I don't remember calling you."

"I'm sorry, but I'm the man who shows up even if I'm not calling you. When I was in junior high, I couldn't forget when I showed up for my uncalled for friend's birthday and turned it into subtle air."

Even Subaru, who just can't read the air, is the next thing I thought I'd weigh myself down.

What do you mean, "Well, today's good!" I broke it off and came home more noisy than anyone else, so from now on, they stopped calling me for anyone's birthday.

"I'm about to rip my chest off because I can't cut it, so let's not talk about it"

"I don't care if you start on your own. He's a self-absorbed man."

"Oh, I'm on my own. So no matter how much I hate you, I'll be here."

Front, I found the girl breathtaking.

As can be seen in the girl's eyes, Subaru bowed his head respectfully on the spot before

"I'm taking you out, Beatrice. - Now it's time for you to drag me out into the sun with my hands and play with that dress until it's muddy and black."

Listening to Subaru, the girl - Beatrice held her own body as she always sat on her stepladder.

On its arm, his trembling eyes stared at Subaru, holding a black fitted book.