Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

- Inhale and try to get inside the cemetery that just came out.

Among the stone graveyards where even the moonlight is blocked, only the thin lights of the walls emit slightly bluish and white light. It is not uncommon for these natural light-emitting phenomena to help ensure vision, for example in land prone to the accumulation of mana in the atmosphere.

Most importantly, it is unusual for these artificial buildings to naturally emit light, perhaps recreating their emission phenomenon in theory with architectural mechanisms.

Like a magic apparatus, the mechanism available if only the necessary mana could be supplied - the light-emitting phenomenon of the cemetery felt a logic close to that, and Emilia exhaled quietly.

Inside this cemetery, I feel somewhere far away the presence of the microspirits.

It's not like it doesn't exist. In the first place, microspirits are the same as atmospheric mana, they are everywhere. The difference between its existence being felt, or having enough power to be felt, is unlikely to be anywhere at all.

What the cemetery feels special about is the problem of the mechanism it is applying to the phenomenon of light emission on the walls.

The environment of this cemetery considerably limits the movement of mana inside and outside the cemetery. The amount of mana in the cemetery is being kept in constant quantities and is designed to be neither more nor less than quantitative.

The amount of mana to the extent that the luminescence phenomenon of the walls is preserved - this is so trace that even the maintenance of the microspirits is irresistible, which is why the presence of the microspirits is thin inside the cemetery. Even for the microspirits who are there, they will only grow as a faint force in this environment.

"For spiritual users, it's an awfully unpleasant environment"

In conclusion, Emilia shrugged blurry.

Because you crossed the first 'trial' and gained some sense of liberation from the feeling of being cornered? That's what Emilia, the budding one who can finally afford to look around, had in mind about the cemetery.

Store mana inside yourself, and it's not as threatening as it is to the wizard who uses it. Most importantly, if you use up your reserves, you won't have the help to replenish them, so it won't turn into a difficult place for a wizard with a small number of original gates.

Although the impact of the battle is hardly as good as that of Emilia today or Roswar.

"It's strange to think so... I hardly feel about everyone who's supposed to be out there"

Emilia's sense of mana is sharpened when she regains her power as a wizard. When I was outside the cemetery, the presence of several manas I felt beyond my control.

He was probably picking up the mana of most creatures, or the presence of odds, caught in the senses. Nerve wear is also unusual and must be controlled quickly.

Together, we'll keep both of those fights once they're inside the cemetery.

Instead, the challenge of 'trials' awaits, so I don't know which is better.

"Ram asked me to, oh, do it. We have to do it tight."

He bows his head toward Emilia and remembers the look of Ram, who pleaded for the first time.

Lamb, who usually never tries to appear weak, exposed his emotions by that time. How can I be rewarded for my days so far if I do not respond to it?

There is also trust from Subaru that he did not see his results and returned to the mansion.

If Emilia could do it, she believed it and didn't doubt it, but it was a late deed. We have to live up to Subaru's trust. Or rather, we have to do it better than we imagined and surprise them.

"I'm glad you believe me, but that's not what I'm talking about."

Though I was in a hurry, I have to tell you that I stood here without even showing my face. Let me try to persevere, and you should be forgiven enough to make me rush.

Especially to Subaru, because we need to talk about something more important from now on.

"And this air..." Trial, "Something"

The moment she entered the cemetery, Emilia was feeling it with her skin.

I was half-hearted about whether I would be ready for a 'trial' in and out of the building, but the sober air drifting through the building told me that as it were.

There is no need to send it forward.

During "Trial," the second "Trial" awaits Emilia.

"The past, I saw. So, what's next...?

With her cheeks tense about what awaits, Emilia strokes her belly once.

Confirm if your liver is resting or if your breathing is disturbed. Tolerance, let's step in.

- As a matter of course, I welcomed Emilia in a standing unchanged during the trials.

It hasn't been an hour since I came out.

As always, only this room has more mana accumulation or only slightly more visibility than the aisle. Behind the cabin, there's no sign of movement.

What awaits you when you get there through the three 'trials'.

That's when I thought about it.

- Look at this.

"- Eh."

I heard you.

It's like whispering in your ear. It's your undisputed voice.

Now that it is possible, consciousness becomes white as soon as I try to figure out what the word means to indicate.

An intense sensation strips only consciousness and soul from Emilia's flesh, dragging it into another world that is not here.

Unable to resist, Emilia deposited her body on the wall and collapsed, eventually falling in.

My vision blurs, I can't think of anything, my consciousness sinks.

"Suzuru"

The 'trial' begins without even knowing what my lips said at the end.

"Look, Leah. Where are you going? Come here."

Stopping to a gentle voice, Emilia looked back.

Emilia was invited to the table by a woman with short, silver-haired cuts. Poor eyesight. Softness of the voice. Either way, an ideal woman for Emilia.

"Fortna, Mother......"

…… Are you sleeping down? Well, you stayed up late again. I'm not a kid anymore, so I'm not doing anything that's going to take a lot of work. "

Fortona, walking over, fingered Emilia's forehead in a scolding tone.

With her poked and slightly reddish forehead held, Emilia rounds her eyes.

"Wow."

Unexpectedly, the exclamation leaked. So much so that the sight now strikes Emilia in the chest.

Because I've never seen Fortna wear an apron at the expense of ease of movement. The over-decorated, pretentious white apron, apart from Fortna's character, suited her well for its beautiful appearance.

"Mother, sweetie"

"- What are you suddenly saying, this kid? Really, you look like you're sleeping."

Just a little red on the cheek, Fortona grabs Emilia's shoulder and makes her look back. Then when you push your back and let it step forward,

"Wash your face in the water. When I'm sure it's cold water, I'll stop saying weird things like right now. In Leah's case, waking up might not change that."

"Hey, what are you saying, Mother? That's not true. I didn't fall asleep... there's nothing strange about what I said in the first place."

"Old rhetoric like that 'dude', where do you remember that? I'm so worried that everyone's kidding me. We'll have to question the arch later."

I point my lips at dissatisfaction, but Fortna just nods at me with a frightened face and doesn't fit in. Emilia dropped her shoulder and walked out to the water field with a blur, dismayed that her opinion did not work.

"Oh, good morning, Emilia. A face that doesn't float."

"It's true. So you must have pissed off Master Fortna, huh? Maybe stay up late."

"Emilia is your age, too. Sometimes I want time alone."

Out of the house, on the road to the water field, I am called out to the elves of the settlement.

Surrounded by tables surrounded by thick tree roots, it is a group of elderly people who are talking to the public. I hear it's the same age as Fortna, but everyone, including Fortna, looks young to Emilia.

"Good morning. You're all early in the morning."

"Emilia's late. I can help your father with his work, but if you don't spend some time for yourself, you're wasting your young time."

"Let's not. Because Emilia is cute, you have to use that cute time well and have fun."

"If I were as cute and young as Emilia, I'd be like,"

Or hiccup, in front of Emilia tilting her neck at the sound of, "No!" and the women laughing at each other face to face. I don't know what the story is about, but it's more than anything everyone seems to enjoy.

Somehow it makes me happy, and Emilia's looser.

"Look, it's better than having a plump face. Smile, smile, do it."

"- Yeah."

I pointed to Emilia, who laughed, and then the women put their cheeks in the shape of a smile with their fingers.

Emilia made a smile and nodded in the same way that they had a good say.

Waving and breaking up with them, Emilia resumes her journey to the water field.

Through the roots of the oozing trees, through the gaps in the green leaves. While he was doing so, he heard a spiral of water coming from somewhere, brightening his face and Emilia ran out for a small run.

"To-chan!

"Wow! Is that Emilia!?

As soon as I lifted the branches and showed my face, someone was just wiping my body in front of me surprised. The young man who looked back noticed it was Emilia who popped up and made his eyes black and white -,

"Ah."

"Ah."

In front of Emilia with her hands on her mouth, she slipped her legs and fell all over the river.

The water sounded loud and the young man landed as he raised the splash.

"Arch! Are you okay?

From above the high ground where the young man fell, Emilia looks down under her eyes and speaks.

A young blonde emerged a little late on the surface, where only the foam often gushed from next to next. As he wiped his face with his hands, he raised his hand to Emilia, who was looking down at himself,

"Here, Emilia! Don't get in the way of people almost finishing their water baths!

"I'm sorry. I didn't think there'd be people... but I'm glad it's arched"

"What do you mean!

Arch raises his voice to curse irrationally at Emilia stroking her breasts down in a ho.

To his cry Emilia put her finger on her lips, "Mm-hmm," she whispered her throat.

"'Cause if you're arch, you're friendly, so I'm sure you'll forgive me, right?

"Ugh..."

"I've always thought of Arch like your brother... so I'm sure you'll forgive me if I can't help it today."

"What do you think? Damn... don't even know people's minds..."

Chest on unfounded grounds Emilia. Asked about Emilia's theory, Arch continues to bubble with his mouth on the water with regret.

Thanks to him, the second half of his words didn't sound swallowed by bubbles.

"Besides, I'm also a water bather. Can I jump in next door?

"Ha? Then, fool, don't! Is a bath open like this? You've decided no! More, you be discreet! How long have you been a child?

"Uh."

"Er not!

"Ugh."

"Uh-oh!

Emilia, who was starting a prep movement to jump in, points her lips at a ban on water bathing from the arch. I don't know what you're in such a hurry about, but today's arch is mean.

Maybe he's very angry that he slipped his leg and fell into the river.

"Arch, I'm sorry"

"Oh, uh... what's up, suddenly it's creepy"

"I wonder if I hated falling so much. I'm sorry. So let me take a bath too. Otherwise, Fortna, my mother won't be able to feed me."

"It's a child's idea!

To the words of a sober Emilia, Arch shouted with his head.

For a moment, the hand that was scratching the water stopped and the arch's body sank slightly. I mean, I distracted Emilia just for a moment.

"Eh."

"Ah!"

A small hanging voice, then right after I thought the light of day had plucked my eyelids, a floating sensation.

Long silver hair hits the top late in gravity, and Emilia lands momentum in the water from her toenails.

Emilia's body, entering the water from her toes, dived in a straight line to the bottom of the river, surprisingly quietly, without raising any wasteful splashes.

In clear river water, Emilia, who opens her eyes, sees small fish and aquatic plants shake in the stream. Suddenly surfaced with feet at the bottom of the river and a tickle at the feel of gravel.

Face right next to the arch,

"-Bye."

"Bye, not!

Touching her wet hair, Emilia takes a distance with a backstroke from the yelling arch.

Arch was still frowning with a face that said something, but soon he realized he couldn't stand what he said to Emilia, after swimming Emilia as he sighed deeply.

"Feels good, Arch"

"Well maybe Emilia did because she jumped in from herself. I felt scattered when you jumped in."

"Oh well. Glad the arch sounds fun too."

"Emilia's a really positive kid..."

Feeling praised, Emilia lets her chest stretch with a floating body on her back.

And Arch turned away from Emilia, who did so, and scratched his nose head with his fingers. Red cheeks. Even though the water is cold, is it also heat?

"Hit me, are you sick? So you're mad that they dropped you in the water?

If so, apologizing for what you did is a natural thing to be pissed off.

I'd like to pull the arch out of the river right away, even if it's one of the healing magics.

"No, never mind. That's not what I'm saying.... that, Emilia. Not really in front of a man...... no, don't be defenseless like that in public. Especially if we're not friends."

…… I'm Arch's best friend, right?

"Even friendly opponents do! Uh... oh, leave it in front of me."

"No mother?

"In front of Master Fortna, me and that woman!

Speaking out loud to Emilia leaning her neck, the arch bites her lips with an increasingly red face. Then he roared and dived into the water, disappearing from Emilia's sight whispering his eyebrows.

When I think, I make a noise and surface by the river, pulling my body up from the water to the shore.

"Look, Emilia, it's time to go up. Basically, if you're awake, you're talking about washing your face instead of taking a bath? I don't think Fortna would say," Take a bath in the morning. "

"Speaking of which, maybe so.... and me, I'm not getting dressed."

"What are you doing more and more, you..."

The arch looks frightened by Emilia's more unplanned actions than defenseless.

To Emilia swimming and heading to him, the arch rushing into the woods returns with a large towel kettle.

"Now you wipe your body and go back to your shoulders to the house. Damn, you're a burning child to look after at all times, you are."

"Haha, I'm sorry, Arch. Thank you. I'll borrow it."

That's Emilia, too, I just have to reflect on this.

I get pulled out of the river by the offered hand and wipe my long hair with the towel kettle I was given. The silver hair glistened in the morning sun and sucked the water. That's terribly heavy.

"... Was I this long hair?

"What are you talking about? You've been stretching for a long time. Because it's the same color as Fortna's, it's beautiful."

Arch tells me that's how I'm letting my towel suck the water out of my silver hair.

I also feel that way when they say so, but since when was that determination itself made?

Feeling something that didn't fall to her heart, Emilia decided to turn a blind eye to it with a slight discomfort. Remove the water from the silver hair thoroughly and wipe the body. Then I peered into the river and reached into the water to wash my face, which was my original purpose.

――――

I saw my face on the water, and Emilia's throat caught on.

White skin. Purple blue eyes. Peachy lips. Long, shimmering silver hair. They are all parts of their faces that they know about. Nothing changes, nothing strange.

That can't be right.

Funny things, weird things, things that have changed, nothing else.

"Huh... Huh..."

Pepper and Emilia exhale in uninterrupted breath as she touches her cheek.

My lungs become cramped and I can't breathe well. I felt my guts squeezed, and the painful pressure of itching was running all over my body.

"Emilia, what's going on?

The arch speaks low, realizing how disgusting that Emilia is.

He touches Emilia's shoulder, unable to move with a view of the water, and strokes his head from behind.

"Did you find anything, even weird, in the water?

"... no"

"Did it suddenly hurt even in your stomach? I can't use healing magic, so I have to take you to someone..."

"No, it's not."

Feeling the voice and applause of an arch that worries me, Emilia can't take her eyes off the water.

Arch tracked that Emilia's gaze and seemed to notice what she was looking at. a snack and point to Emilia on the surface of the water,

"What's wrong with my face? Same as always, I think you look beautiful."

"I'm an adult..."

"Huh?"

"In the face of an adult, it is.... me, my face, even though I've never seen it"

When she saw an unknown face floating on the water, Emilia shrugged in a trembling voice.

The possibility that this was not his was denied because the hands touching him made the same move to be sure. This face belongs to me. You've never seen it, it's your own.

"... me"

If you notice that one decisive discomfort, one after the other emerges.

The body looking down is swollen in the chest. My hair, too, wasn't this long.

My hands and feet are longer than I remember, and my body size should have been more different from the arch.

Seeing Emilia, the conversation you have had with everyone also changes the way you perceive it.

How many times has Emilia been told in the first place that she's not a child anymore?

Exactly.

- I have to go.

"Emilia?

Standing up, Emilia shakes her head slightly and looks back behind her back.

The woods you've come through and the settlements. And Fortna's waiting house that was sent out.

I have to go back there.

Still, I'm not sure what I have to do, but that's the only truth that's hard to move.

"Arch, I'm sorry. I'm going back to Mother Fortna."

"Oh, oh... that's good, but is your body okay?

"It's okay now. Water bath, I'm sorry to interrupt. This towel is fine, too."

Removing the towel he was wearing on his shoulder, Emilia presses it against the bewildered arch.

Confirming that the arch had received it, Emilia ran out with her barefoot. As soon as possible, to Fortna's waiting home - on its back,

"Emilia!

I heard an arch.

Emilia's legs stopped, even though her mind was off without time to stop. As if someone was about to sue me that I shouldn't miss one word of Arch.

Looking back at Emilia, Arch raised his hand small.

"I don't know what happened, but you can always talk to me if you're in trouble! I... Emilia, I'm like your brother!

Mouthfeel only for a moment, and yet Arch threw a powerful word at Emilia.

I don't know why, I hear that word, and there's something coming up in Emilia's chest.

I'm sure it was a pleasure to hear you say it.

But it springs up from the back of this chest, and I don't feel like it's just a joy.

"Yeah......! Thanks, brother!

Waving her hand, Emilia ran out again in response to an arch that made her face red.

"... I should have gone to wash my face, but how could it be like coming home wet all over my body? My mother wouldn't be surprised."

Welcoming her daughter back wet from head to toe, Fortona was moaning with a shuddered face.

Although Emilia's outfit back from the water field was wiped with a towel kettle only where she could see her hair, the white clothes she was wearing were sticking to her skin and the water dripped from the hem of her skirt because she wasn't even squeezing.

"I'm sorry, Mother. Hey... wow, just get some sleep."

"You went to wash your face to relieve that sleepyhead, but you've been relieving it a lot better. Honestly, I'm a child no matter how old I am. Has anyone seen you in that outfit?

Does that mean it's embarrassing to be seen being a wet rat?

If that's what you mean, I don't think I was miraculously as good as anyone on my way home.

"Mm, it's okay. Because arches are the only ones who see it."

"Yes... to the arch. Well, if she is... but Arch has been seeing Emilia a little differently lately..."

"Mother?

"Oh, yeah, no, it's nothing. Anyway, there you are."

Looking at Emilia laying low in her eyes, Fortona pulls her hand inside the house as she strokes her daughter's head. However, there is still water dripping from the clothes.

"Mother, the house is going to get wet"

"You just have to wipe it later. More importantly, there is a towel kettle, so please change in the room while wiping with it. I'll be back for breakfast."

A dwelling built through woodland trees is a little something that will deform the elderly trees by focusing on the power of mana. Emilia and Fortna's house is also handmade by Fortna, making it a pretty big house for both of us to live in. Each of the two rooms upstairs and a space to eat on the ground floor.

When it comes to the use of luxurious spaces, I would like to see it now.

- If you try it now, it was a funny feeling.

"Look, come on in"

"Wahoo."

With a towel pressed against her contemplative face, Emilia turns her protest eyes to Fortna. but a blatant defeat to my mother's gaze as she puts her hands on her hips and sees herself.

Smelling the scent of the day from the towel on her face, Emilia returned wiping her body down to her room upstairs.

I think my room back home is a simple one.

So does Fortona, but Emilia doesn't really prefer meaningless ornaments either. Minimal furniture and a little conditioning in the room. There is a crate with a change of clothes, and when the crouched Emilia pulls out the appropriate clothes, she takes off her wet clothes and quickly changes them.

It's the same as the interior of the room, and the feeling of restraint in clothing is not in Emilia either.

When I wore the short top and bottom shirt with a single sleeve over my head, I changed my underwear and left the room. - Consciously, while not looking at what's next to the costume box.

"Mother Fortna. I wash my own wet clothes..."

"I think that's a very good thing to be filial."

――――

A man's voice greeted Emilia as she caged her laundry and went downstairs.

In a gentle, merciful voice Emilia stuffs her breath and then looks at the diner.

Fortna and Emilia, usually just the two of us, have one more chair at the table surrounding them. That is the chair that Fortona brings out of the back of the house when there is a certain person who is invited to this house.

Naturally, the person sitting in that chair was also the person I knew,

"Juice"

"Yeah, it's been a while, Master Emilia. Have you changed since?

"I'm, yeah, as usual. It's been a long time since I've had juice. I didn't hear you were coming today, why?

"Oh, really? I should have asked my fingertips to contact you well in advance."

A gentle-faced man - juice is a trick to put your hand on your jaw and think into it. People's Likes He seems to be seriously worried, but Emilia quickly found out who did it.

Going through the juice and peeking into the cooking area to prepare the meal, there was a look of Fortna laughing with her hands on her mouth.

"Mother, now you've kept it to yourself."

"Hehe, I wonder. I might have simply forgotten."

"That can't be right. There's a juice chair, and there's rice for three."

"Oh, the aim. It's usually missing, but this is the only time I work."

With one eye on Emilia, who looks at herself, Fortona lifts the plate as she whistles. Then when you give it to Emilia,

"Look, Leah, help me with the meal, too. I can't make it myself, so you can ask me to clean it up later."

"Mmmm...... misguided. Besides, I can't make anything because my mother won't tell me."

"Sugar and salte are absolutely wrong, and first of all, I can't let a kid who can't hold a blade properly stand in the kitchen because he's scared."

Containing the opposing Emilia, Fortona took one dish after another to the table. Emilia went back to the dining table after Awesome and Fortna, though not to blame.

The juice waiting in front of the table breaks my mouth when I see a well-scented table.

"It's a great honor to accompany Mr. Fortona in his dishes in this way. No matter how many times you let me taste it, the joy will not fade."

"'Cause that's what you say so easily again."

"Until I told you how honest I felt?

"That's not what I'm saying."

Next to Fortna, who arranges the dishes, the juice tilts his troubled face.

Watching the two of them interact like that made Emilia laugh unexpectedly. It just blows me away watching it, like what I was just able to do to Fortna.

"If you're so happy with Mother's rice, I wish Juice lived here too"

"Hey, Emilia..."

Place a large plate of vegetables served in the middle of the table and Emilia will get on with the current story and say that. As soon as he did, Fortna blushed her cheeks with a panicked face, flanking the juice on her chisel and next door.

"You don't have to say a lot. Even juice is a lot of trouble, but this is how you sew between busy times and show your face..."

"It's a very pleasant offer, Emilia. I, too, would sincerely like to do so if I could."

It contrasts with Fortna, who tries to deny in a hurry, and how she calms down and responds to the juice. By the words of juice Fortna gets killed momentum and drops her hips in the chair and gets smaller.

Seeing the two sitting side by side, Emilia also sat alone opposite it.

- The sight in front of me looks terribly natural to Emilia's eyes.

"Mother and juice, if you don't like it, I wish you would. Nobody bothers you like that. Ah... hey, am I interrupting?

You can see that Fortna and Juice don't feel bad about each other.

Still, maybe it's because the two of them don't try to lean on more than a certain line draw because they have their own.

But such Emilia's anxiety,

"I don't think so."

"That's not true."

And, at the same time, I ended up worried that they denied me.

Emilia rounds her eyes, Fortona and Juice look at each other for what she said was worn, and she laughs out of the blue.

"I knew we weren't close together."

"Don't make fun of me forever anymore, Emilia. Scold me for juice, too."

"Yes, Master Emilia. Master Fortna is a nice guy. If something like me stays here for a long time, you'll be bothered by rumors."

"Hmm. But I think it's too late."

Juice to stand Fortna and try to underestimate yourself. Seeing a slight sadness mix in Fortona's gaze looking at him, Emilia stood one finger.

"Because I, what everyone tells me when I go outside the house. Fortna and Romaneconti said you shouldn't bother your father."

――――

To Emilia's words, it was kind of weird for both of us to look flat together.

With her hands on her mouth pressing and killing the urge to laugh, Emilia breathed.

"Really. I stayed up late last night because I was obsessed with filling in the difference between the old book Juice gave me and the map... and everyone said it was great to help your father with his work."

"Oh, no, who..."

"Mr. Tehena across the street, as well as Mr. Mitt and Aunt Tanse"

"Those wellside trio......!

Drawing three faces into the universe that came to mind, Fortona bite her lips with hatred.

A sharp jaw lifts up crisply, making him look a little scared.

Emilia spoke to Fortna like that so that she could say "Fair enough,"

"Anyway, that's what everyone already thinks. I, too, um, think about it a lot, worry about it, um, uh, so..."

"Dear Emilia, you don't have to think so much about anything"

"Chi, it's not! You think that's a good idea? It's just, it's like they're gonna take your mother and you're just not feeling comfortable!

Even though I'm so ready around, only two parties and my feelings come to mind.

Originally, maybe that's what these things are about, but at least if it's just the two of us. Still, I wanted to avoid my emotions getting in the way there.

Because from Emilia, you two look great.

"I think it's amazing. So think about both of you."

――――

"Nobody in the woods, me, nobody gets in the way. I can't believe that's a bad thing or a bad thing, because I would never let anyone tell me!

Tap the table, Emilia will wave the hot valve.

Emilia looks hazy when she realizes she's gotten too hot after she runs out. I stroke my hair in front of the two gaze who see me and sit slowly in my seat.

"Hey, so... leave the rest to the two young people, go ahead"

"Emilia, where do you really remember that from?

In a word of blushing Emilia, Fortona's familiar look. But the expression immediately blew away by the impulse for laughter.

"Heh, heh"

"Ha, Master Emilia... I see you've grown. The same and too blind for me to see"

"Yes, juice. She's my proud daughter, of course."

"Yes, I missed you"

Laugh, face to face and juice with Fortna for such an exchange.

The atmosphere that drifted between them was softer than earlier, and Emilia felt blurred that something had changed in her own words.

There's something warm between us.

There must also be a mix of different colors in the gaze to which it is directed.

- It's a terribly happy sight.

"... Emilia?

Second, Fortna, who turned her gaze this way, called Emilia's name.

Breathtaking in that voice, Emilia covers her eyes with her hands. Wiping the tears that seemed to pour out, Emilia purposefully shouted "Ah".

"Me, I may have got garbage in my eyes. Wow, big trash."

"So much? Are you okay?

"It's okay, fist or so"

"So, are you okay?

"It's okay!

Depending on the two worried, Emilia stands up with a mess of eyes.

Then he stood at the table and turned to the stairs to the second floor.

"I'm going to give you eye drops that work a little better. The one that's so refreshing that you can take your eyes off it."

"Emilia's eyes are beautiful purple blue eyes, so don't do anything you'll throw away. You have beautiful eyes just like your brother."

"And you have beautiful colors with your mother."

You didn't think it would be returned that way, Fortona is surprised by Emilia's words. I saw the juice laugh on the side of that Fortna, and Emilia laughed, too.

Laughing and putting her foot on the stairs, Emilia looked back at the two of them,

"Eat first. I'll be right back."

"If it gets cold, it won't taste good, so we'll be right back."

"Yeah, right away"

"Well, we'll wait for you, Emilia."

Sent to Fortna and Juice's words, Emilia breathed heavily.

Then just look back again, and look at the two of you dropping your eyes on the table.

"- We both love it"

With that said, Emilia went back to her room.

Close the door of your chamber and Emilia exhales with momentum that exhales all the air in your body.

It felt like the contents of my body were squeezed all the time, then I slapped my cheeks to get in the mood, shook my head, and then walked out to the corner of the room.

Next to the crate containing Emilia's clothes is an elongated piece of thin cloth.

Until now, Emilia has never thought of reaching for this.

"You have to face it, it doesn't start."

Courage, please.

Emilia gently touched her lips with her fingers and withdrew her hand as she remembered the warmth.

The cloth falls.

There's a polished look there, reflecting Emilia's head to toe,

"- What did the sight of happiness that should have given you?

I saw a gray-haired witch standing in that place that should have been shown.