Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

The wind was blowing.

Strong at the moment, it blows, and the hem of the two hair and clothes across the street violently twitches.

The place is off the 'sanctuary', near the lair where the young Garfiel and Frederica lived, a deserted and nothing meadow.

There are no people around, and even if not, things like someone passes by are unlikely right now. By now, all the inhabitants of the Sanctuary will have gone to the cemetery and waited for the results of the "trials".

Based on the encouragement for Emilia to come out of the cemetery and the fruits of the ram he wants to pay for.

"Paranoid, hey"

Ram, whose blame for dashing Emilia was in the corner of his head, pulls his consciousness back when he sees Roswar laughing with his lips loose in front of him.

Roswar flushed his own long blue hair down his back, glancing at one eye and shooting through the ram with a yellow gaze.

"Knowing my thoughts and purpose, I'm sad to hear you say that."

"I just didn't say it, I always thought. Of course."

"Naturally... oh, naturally. From you, it's been a long, humiliating day."

――――

Ram responds silently with his eyes down to Roswar's attitude shrugging his shoulders.

Lamb had a thin blurry understanding of what he wanted to say. Naturally. Ram has been watching about Roswar. I understand painfully, such as how he perceived the loyalty directed at Ram, who is more loyal than anything to his thoughts.

"So the first thing I did off the neck tree of the contract was my surprise. Wow. Is that what you did to help Subaru and join Garfiel in the slap?

"That meant two things: the purpose of the ram and the correction of the idiocy of the garf.... because if it weren't for Lamb, those guys wouldn't have been able to do anything"

"It turned out well, because I can't deny the feeling. Subaru-kun also places a lot of shallow bets in situations involving all kinds of important things.... I can never imitate hitting a beat for something very, very important"

It was rhetoric that cynically preached Subaru's decision and the reasonableness of his own thoughts.

In fact, there are few parts of Roswar's statement that can be denied. Subaru's actions are just a lot of things to do, and Heavenly Fortune sided with him about Garfiel, including Ram's cooperation.

The ram's rating remains the same now that the timing is just right, man.

Roswar's ideas, on the other hand, are very good if we focus only on the achievement of the purpose of things. However, it should read, 'As long as the Gospel can be trusted'.

"You can't hit the beat... the result of the emphasis on certainty is the Gospel"

"Sooo much. Most of all, you don't seem to trust this, and you've been neglecting it for a long time. I can't help it either. From you, I should have hoped that as soon as possible, and as soon as possible, when it came off the description - teasing."

"... I will not deny it"

It can't be done.

It is true that Ram neglected the Gospel. However, the reason for this is very different from the heart of the rum and the perception of Roswar.

Ram couldn't wait to be sad that it didn't come out of his expression.

"Do you remember? A covenant between you and me through the Gospel."

"- As long as the world makes history in the possession of Master Roswar and as described in the contents of that Gospel, Lamb will risk this life to serve Master Roswar. instead."

"If time flies off the Gospel description, my purpose is frustrated. If I lose sight of my purpose, I no longer have a point in living. If it's such a loose shell, you can do whatever you want."

"Live or kill, it depends on the ram"

"Well, that was a contract."

Mouth to mouth the contents of the contract that you are not supposed to forget, Roswar pulls a black book out of his nostalgia.

Roswell exhaled as she took care of the thick fitted book and stroked the cover.

"It must have been a long, long, hard time for you."

――――

"Whatever... I had to spend some time under oath of loyalty that I didn't even want from a man who was one of the reasons I destroyed my hometown. On my wish and back, my heart bounces when you're dealing with me... come on, I think it would have been painful. I'm sorry if I seem like someone else."

With malice, Roswar utters words to hurt the ram.

One of the reasons for the destruction of my homeland - I heard that Roswar had spoken, and passing through Ram's chest with pain is a burning homeland and the memories of my family.

The 'ghost' tribe, which had a small number among the sub tribes and a powerful power instead.

The races of rum, where a few had gathered and had settled in the deep mountains, were uprooted by exposure to flames and blade outrages for only one night, and only rum and '-' remained.

It was in the morning with a blind view of that burnt settlement that I made a deal with Roswar to stay alive.

Ram swallowed the contract to be offered, to live.

'-' knows nothing, nor does Ram say anything to '-' again.

――

Faintly remembering his headache sensation, Lamb frowned at the incredible discomfort.

I feel an unnatural void exists in my memory of resurrection. A forceful delusion like the one I was forced to solidify with lies when there was something I had to do, but there was nothing like that.

Without it, Ram's memory wouldn't have been established...

"The admiration in my difficult to accept self and the vengeance I have accumulated in my heart. You were a very good pawn, even if you were spending time with conflicting minds. [M] How much I have used you, obedient and obedient, to understand the Gospel."

…………

Even as Ram tries to explore the discomfort of memory, Roswar's story proceeds.

Now is not the time, interrupting the task of seeking blanks and turning back to him, Lamb praises Roswar for his previous loyalty with a sweet voice.

But the gaze that sees the ram in the stream enters a little bit of another emotional horizontal spear,

"I didn't know you would betray me, Subaru. Do you have any idea how much heartache I've had about this?

"… you should not be disobeying the contents of the contract. If he has moved on to a world different from the Gospel description, Lamb follows his heart, not the words of Lord Roswar. The contract... if it wasn't the same, you wouldn't be safe with Ram"

With his hands on his chest, Ram insists on the legitimacy of his actions.

The contract Roswar and Lamb entered into is not just a promise, of course.

It is a genuine one that engraves the technical mark of the covenant on each other's soul and bears more penalties than it deserves if it is considered broken. Ram's mind has not broken his contract any more than it has not been activated.

But when he heard Ram's answer to that, Roswar shook his head wide aside.

"That's right. In this situation, the fact that the penalty that is supposed to be activated for breach of contract has not been activated… means that your soul does not believe and suspect that you are complying with the contract. It's too bad for me to make that decision."

"What does that mean?

"It's easy. - The description of the Gospel has not yet come off. What really breaks your contract with me is that we're still ahead of us."

Drop the tone of your voice and make sure Roswar shows the lamb in your eyes in different colors.

Lamb, who often retains his faceless expression, also faintly stretched his cheeks to this statement of his. The situation recognized by Ram's own seal of contract and the world too different from what he was hearing about.

With all these conditions lined up, it should be noted that Roswar's mind does not attempt to give in to his stubbornness.

"Description and off, not...? Nothing happens that Barus challenges the cemetery to free the 'sanctuary', or that Emilia can snow here. Dear Roswar, what's wrong with you that you haven't missed the description in this state?"

"I don't know if I'm doing anything about it, but it's the way it's always been. Sure, neither of the things you said have been fulfilled... yet, I don't know."

"It's impossible. Balus leaves the 'sanctuary', and Emilia is trampled all the way through the 'trials'. I can't believe I'm settling into that description from here... so isn't it a child's mean or bad scratch?"

"Whether you deny it because a child's mean, is a good old adult, or not when it comes to bad footscratching. Oh, my God, this is a bad scratch. - In the long run, that's the bad scratch that's been going on for over 400 years."

As he has reopened straight away, Roswar affirms his deeds as' evil scratches'.

He makes noises and laughs in the back of his throat, and his clown expression twists ecstatically as he slaps his knee when it's a masterpiece.

"Bad foot scratch, that's bad foot scratch! This is a masterpiece! Is there any other word that would describe this paranoia of mine more accurately than this? - No, you don't! Bad foot scratch... bad foot scratch and... haha, this is delightful. I didn't even think about it."

"Dear Roswar!

"An obedient scratch of paranoia and an obedient who has transformed his vengeance on madmen into loyalty. Like me and you - irresistibly distorted and comedy. But my will doesn't change to be told it's a bad scratch. Your actions are premature."

Turning off the ecstasy grin, Roswar protruded forward to make the Gospel look like a ram,

"Whatever you think, the contract hasn't been broken yet. Until that daughter transcends the 'trials' of the cemetery, the description of Natsuki Subaru releasing the 'sanctuary' will not come off. Even if she didn't snow it wouldn't be off the description if I snowed it"

――――

"Even if you demand the exercise of the contents of the contract yourself, I will insist on complying with the contents of the contract again. So it's a parallel line. I'm not ripe for your revenge yet."

The book is gently released, and Roswar, who receives it with his opposite hand, puts the book in his nostalgia. Then on his right arm, which remained stretched forward, a swinging flame emerged.

Roswar narrows his eyes, showing flames that change red, blue, green and color one after another.

"Punish the first squire even though they are not out of terms of employment. If you're serious about the Gospel and the world coming off, you should have just waited two more days. That way I would have given this to you irresistibly.... it's not good to be short minded"

He shook his neck to the side to mourn, "Most of all," Roswar continued his words,

"Not even a second sooner, I don't know how you feel about destroying me."

"... Again, you don't know anything"

――

Ram groans weakly and meditates on Roswar with a cynical grin.

Behind the lid is a complex wave of emotions that can never be put on the table. For the rest of his life, Ram only shows himself his way of life by closing his eyes, which he can swear he won't show to anyone.

I looked up. And Mana concentrates on the tip of the wand, which remained sticking in place for a long time.

"It doesn't make sense since the contract was fulfilled and you were offered. After you're broken, it means nothing."

"- Kishimae"

"Whatever you want"

- Glossy flames of color and blades of colorless wind clash.

A heat wave spread to the 'sanctuary' of just the two of them, and a distorted dance of ghosts and demons began.

The moment "Trial" began, Emilia was feeling it instantly.

The disappearance of the five senses and the loss of the concept of one's own flesh.

A floating feeling like an organ that should feel the world has left its control and just been thrown into a space where only consciousness cannot rely on it - I am now the only being of my soul.

This is clearly not of the same quality as previous' trials'.

――――

I don't have a voice.

I don't have a mouth. It's strange that you can recognize the world even though you don't have eyes.

No, when we refer to the world as recognition, nothing is yet shaped firm enough to affirm that this is the world.

In the dark, only Emilia's consciousness floats flatly.

Still, I can't help but lose sight of myself thanks to the many lights dotted in that darkness.

Many colorful, pale lights.

It is also similar to the brilliance emitted by the microspirits, which, however, are decidedly different in presence from the living microspirits.

Will it be close to the material light emitted by demonic ore, even if it resembles a faint shade or a slight spirit?

Either way, I can feel myself not losing sight of the world, thanks to the fact that they are dotted to surround Emilia's consciousness.

――――

Surrounded by light, while reassured that it was not left behind, Emilia gradually finds herself bewildered by the unchanged situation.

The blurry light does not change, nor does the noticeable change just begin around us. Previously on The Trial, Echidna basically put in an explanation of what would happen first, but only this time, she never showed up as a guide either.

Only time passes in jail - I don't know how much the concept of time differs between inside and outside the cemetery, but I'm sure spending it comically won't do anything.

――

We need to do something, and Emilia hopes to make a difference in her own consciousness.

As soon as I realized that Emilia's consciousness, which had remained stuck in one place until then, could move to a position where she could possibly come into contact with any of the surrounding light.

Even though there is no flesh, it also feels strange to come into contact with light.

But other than that, there's no need for expression. Maybe I am now a demon that makes up my flesh just because I don't see it - a chunk of odd is peeled out.

If consciousness dwells in Odd, there is some explanation for his condition now as well.

With some satisfaction, Emilia goes to one of the lights when she affirms herself.

Will the number of dotted lights not be lowered by twenty? For no particular reason such as this, Emilia extended her consciousness to a blurry, silver glowing light.

And the moment the light and the od come into contact - I can see.

"I hate, hate, hate. I hate you so much. True. All of it, true. Ever since I first met you...... I can't wait to hate you"

――

Immediately after you hear your voice, an intense original landscape creeping into your consciousness.

A woman who wets her silver hair in blood - Emilia - in the bright red sun, nestled beside an unusually large sun, a burning field, a decaying giant building.

I just saw myself growing up in the second 'Trial'.

That looked terribly sad, throwing words at someone in front of the ruins.

"I thought about it many times, and I denied it many times... but I knew I was caught up in nightmares. So I say."

――――

"Maybe we shouldn't have met."

From the edge of the purple blue eyes, a muscle of tears poured down.

Communicating his cheeks, just before Shizuku falls from his jaw to the ground, the world disappears like it could be bounced.

"- Eh."

Breathtaking. Odd alone cannot imitate such cleverness.

All Emilia could do was take the sight she saw.

What was the light now? What was the sight I just saw?

That must have been Emilia, for sure, but Emilia, who is the one who is the one, doesn't remember herself. Or is that also the sight of an unlikely world like the second 'Trial'?

――――

No, Emilia thought.

Still in confused consciousness, Emilia searches through her memory by hand, retrospective.

Words that should have sounded in the cemetery when we came to this third 'trial'.

"Face your past first." "Look at the present."

A third word, to them. Sure, yeah.

"Face the catastrophe of any day."

Sooner or later, disaster - does that mean the future?

Look at the past and the present, not the present, and finally the future.

Is that the baptism that keeps showing to what challenges the other world, in the name of 'trials'?

If so, does the current sight also mean the future to visit Emilia sooner or later?

It's like that place where everything fell into dusk, and I tell them I regret meeting someone crying - that's what I look like.

――――

Wielding anxiety with a feeling of denial, Emilia's consciousness restores a superficial calm.

But once again, when consciousness recognized darkness, agitation arose again.

Emilia's odds came into contact earlier, and the silver light is gone.

There are blanks where there should have been light, and the light is missing and falling. I was surprised at that. Emilia immediately realized.

If every piece of light around us presents the future, Emilia's consciousness will not be released until she touches all of these futures.

- If this is a 'trial', they should choose something after seeing these many futures. If Echidna were to wait, it would be the place.

I mean - Emilia needs to see a future that doesn't drop twenty more.

――――

Is each a different future, or will it be the same fragment of the future as the present?

Emilia stretches her consciousness to the light next to it with the illusion that the non-existent heart constricts.

That's in blue that reminds me of something as deep as the ocean...

"You're absolutely right. That kid was our enemy, and he had a deep wound. I just pulled it up here, and I can't treat it. Maybe me and you couldn't help me."

"Then..."

"But that kid was just a kid. - Isn't that enough?"

Even then, the world changes.

The next scene was against a backdrop of deep woods, with two figures standing on the edge of a cut cliff.

I can't see that face. But the voices both sounded familiar.

One close, the other not so close, but sure.

The two confront the cliff in front of each other, one on his knees and the other looking down at the person on his knees. It seemed to Emilia, like they both had a terribly depressing look on their faces.

"You... you're a hero. I can only be a hero...... ugh!

"I am."

"Thanks for your help!!

Turning away, another shadow tells the shadow that reaches out to throw a word of gratitude.

of the two figures, a definite separation was felt there.

Hard to change sadness and a parting word where only disappointment lay.

The world begins to blur again, and even as Emilia's consciousness once again returns to a dark space.

――――

In today's world, I did not see the presence of Emilia.

As for the two people who came out, I'm uncomfortable that they didn't look like themselves on that spot, although I'm wearing a hit that Emilia knows.

The future, in the form of the future, should bring itself to the light.

And yet I wonder what it means to be shown a scene where you don't or don't have yourself in that future.

- Are you being shown the future of the people around you that can happen as a result of your choices?

If so, is the sight I just saw also one end of the possibility that it will be?

Not only about yourself, but the change to the surroundings that the chosen result produces - even that, I want you to see.

――――

The blue light disappears just like the silver light ahead.

Twenty lights still remain around Emilia.

- Every one of them has the weight of choice.

Prepared for it, Emilia extended her consciousness to see the consequences of her choices.

The next future, and the next, awaits Emilia's choice.

Wave the wand, creating and releasing the blade of the wind.

An outbreak of kamaitachi becomes a colorless, silent assassin and targets the foot of the target.

"About this time,"

However, Roswell easily avoids the unseen attack with a light leap.

Naturally. A rare generation of wizards who are masters of the prestigious Mazers family of the Magic Guide and familiar with all six attributes. For Roswar L. Mazers, it is tantamount to playing a prank, such as watching out the mana of others. The magic of the wind, which we called the invisible blade, can also be seen as much from Roswar as releasing fire arrows in the dark night.

"In return."

Three colored, different colored flamebullets pour down on the ram with a swing of Roswar's arm.

A red flame, a blue flame, a green flame - a troublesome substitute for tracking and tracking down any flames that don't fly. Running backwards, Lamb exalts and releases his magic as he roughs his breath. Even as the wind blades intercepted the three types of flames, each flame that they thought would be offset reacted differently.

――

The red flame increases its firepower to the fire column with the momentum of being oiled the moment it is directly hit by the wind.

The blue flame, on the contrary, was lightly amputated by the wind, scattering fire in all directions on the spot.

Immediately after wondering if the green flame was winded, he takes in the mana of the wind and reshapes it, turning it into a green flaming serpent and chases it to the ram as it curls the earth.

The ram is stirred by the fire column, kicking the great tree to avoid the blue flames, and rolling down the ground to avoid the fangs of the green flaming serpent, beating the blade of the wind to the flaming serpent again.

The flaming serpents to be exploded were scattered, and the scattered green flames seemed to smoke all over the meadows and continue to linger.

"Oh no... we still fit, we just swapped magic together, but you're a lot scratched"

"Ha... ha"

"I have to say that if you had a chance of winning and acted with that in mind, the prospects were sweet. Indeed, I now devote most of my magic to massive magical surgical control to manipulating the weather. But that's not so far-fetched as to neglect your foot."

Roswar leans his neck as he looks at the lamb breathing on his shoulders, surrounded by flames.

A tri-colored flame reappeared, taking the form of a fireball of palm magnitude, which circled around Roswar's body. That number increases with every revolution, increasing the speed, so much so that in just a few seconds a tri-colored swirl of flames surrounds Roswar's body.

"One flame at a time. Ten flamethrows of three kinds at a time, thirty flamethrows of convenience. You can't handle it with your abilities right now, can you?

――――

"In the first place, if you're anticipating the timing of my loss of power, it would be foolish to act in such a way as to aid in the showdown with Garfield. Even if my abilities are down, it doesn't mean anything that your power is down. You can tell by looking at the mana that fills your whole body. - You haunted him."

In response to Roswar's low inquiry, Ram responds only with his gaze as he adjusts his breathing.

You didn't expect the answer, Roswar shrugged his shoulder.

"It's self-evident that if you do ghosting without my assistance, you will. Even if you challenge me with little mana left body, the limit is close in just a minute of battle. When it comes to doing the best you can to accomplish your purpose, it's hard to see."

"To see... can't you,"

"Well, I can't stand to see it. You just said that. [M] I told you that if you wait two days for the Gospel statement to come off completely, you would have an answer, but you said that doesn't make sense. At first I wondered what you were talking about... but I thought about it myself and I got the answer."

Your breathing is slowly quieting down, but of course your strength and magic will not recover. Roswar knows that, too, so he's loosening his hand in pursuit of the Rams and exchanging words.

Except if we get in the way, Rosewar doesn't even intend to kill Lamb.

That margin is also not humiliating to Ram.

"Given that your purpose is revenge, the answer came out easy. Hurting me as an abandoned man doesn't clear your mind in the true sense of the word. Until you abandon the possibility of getting revenge for sure, that's the only reason you're challenging me right now. You're still in the middle of something, and it's only by beating me that I believe that for the first time, vengeance will come."

――――

"As for that, I would have had a downfall too when I pressed you to make a choice on a scene that was still impatient to you. After taking the time to realize that fact, you might have been in a hurry, too. That's why I missed this opportunity. … the result is, as you can see"

"-"

Small, the sound leaked out of the ram's throat.

It's like a plunder. It's a spilled exhale to fall out.

Roswar's eyes in different colors are staring at Ram's behavior as if he can't miss it.

In that gaze, Ram was looking back at his previous half life.

And I was poked again, as I have now, at what I have always known.

Depressed about that, Ram opened his mouth.

Big and big, looking up at the sky, opening your mouth,

"Hahahahahahahaha -!"

"- Ram?"

It's a mirror mirror.

Reminds me of Roswar's laughter earlier, and the laughing rum makes me feel even more painful.

This is a completely different reason than Roswar, but I see this is hilarious. I laugh. That's right, naturally. 'Cause I guess so.

"All that repetition, all that touching, they don't even realize how they feel"

It's blunt, but it's blunt. It's not the same dimension anymore.

I'm stubborn. It's stiff. If it's not possible, it won't move.

It is unlikely in him that the thoughts begun with revenge will turn into romance over time.

"Lamb was beside Roswar because of the contract."

"Oh, I suppose so. In a burned settlement, you and I made a pact for obedience. Get rid of the horns. And I remember your eyes wet in hell-anger. So I sealed it in a covenant and redirected the passion into loyalty. Sooner or later, even if you think there's going to be a day like today..."

"Right. Yes, I was. Ram wanted to kill you. But that opportunity was taken away, and I spent time in the mansion with inexplicable loyalty... and"

"Today, off the neck of the covenant, you seek vengeance at that time..."

Roswar trying to come to a conclusion. The way it looked, it looked terribly funny.

I really thought this guy was like, you haven't seen anything but his own thoughts.

"Lamb loves Master Roswar."

――――

"Love you, I am. So it doesn't make sense to have a broken you or something. That's what Ram wants, not Roswar."

Listening to Ram's answer, Roswar opens his eyes and stiffens.

Seriously, Roswar is out of line, as he was asked an answer that didn't even assume the shards.

I shake my head immediately, trying to make words, but my lips just tremble and it doesn't make sense.

"What's wrong?

"What, nothing... are you kidding me? Throughout this period, you took me? Now that I know I can't reach it by force, shake my heart..."

"How do you think such a small worker would get through to Master Roswar? Lamb is just telling the truth."

"If so, even more so!

Stepping on group thickness, Roswar absurds his voice.

Reacting to the height of his spirit, the curtain of the flamethrows surrounding his body is greatly disturbed. The flames that stopped the movement floated scattered around him, and Roswar glanced at the ram.

"Do you love me? What are you saying? I hate him. You would hate a man. To you, the man involved in the cause of the destruction of your homeland. In fact, you hated me so much that you wanted to kill me too!

"At first, yes. But not now. Ram now loves you"

"Do something stupid...... Huh! Who has such cheap emotions...... ugh!

Thoughts begun with revenge must be revenge.

The thought that leads to romance can only begin with romance.

Roswar believes that hard work does not change people's wishes and thoughts.

That's why he can't believe the change of heart that rocks the way Rams live.

"Vengeance, what do we do! Didn't you take an oath! Didn't you vow to the souls of your dead brethren before your burnt home that you would surely avenge them!

"I feel bad for my countrymen, and my chest hurts when I think of my hometown. But I can't help what I've loved. Rather than the feelings of the dead, Ram takes precedence over Ram's feelings"

――――

"Besides, Master Roswar is not a direct vendetta either. If your eyes were clouded by vengeance, you'd be more ashamed of yourself. … and Ram excuses himself"

Roswar can't carry on two sentences to the lamb he's fixing.

It must be a difficult story to understand right away. Roswar is a man who has been through his thoughts for a long time.

Consistently, I have just penetrated my love for one person and done my best to accomplish that wish.

Emotions are too strong a thought that they should be like minds.

Therefore, he does not understand the strength of the thoughts that change over time.

There's nothing more I can do to make that place seem loving.

"So Ram will never let you be an obsolete person"

"... contradictory. Whatever your thoughts, no. I don't know why you bump into me here, all the more so if it's the way I said it. If you come off with the Gospel, losing the purpose of living breaks my heart. I know that, and why!

"So this is the time. Only now that Balth, Emilia, and Gurf... are shaking Roswar's heart is Ram's one-of-a-kind opportunity."

A covenant between Roswar and Lamb, as long as it is there, Lamb cannot defy Roswar. And now, Roswar pointed out that Ram is defying Roswar because Ram's soul is judging him to have taken off the neck tree of the covenant.

But is it really? Since one crack recognises it as such, it is not covered by the contract. Would a system called contract have such vague and loose criteria for judgment?

So Ram thinks and hopes:

If you go off the Gospel description, it's not just the Rams who think the terms of the covenant have been fulfilled to be broken. Roswar also notices it somewhere in his mind.

That's why I think this is the situation.

"- Eh."

Towards Roswar, who is an incomprehensible face, Ram held his breath and kicked the ground.

Pull out the wand and form magic as you squeeze out the mana without it.

"-! What a waste!

To Ram's actions Roswar abandons his agitation and directs an attack to stop Ram by ordering the flamebullets that were floating around him. None of the flames, however, struck the lamb directly, passing through the ground and facial rinses, and stayed to burn the lamb's skin harshly.

Throughout this period, the Ram has fulfilled the necessary conditions to see the future of the Gospel - unable to make a decision to truncate its existence. There is also one end to the lack of sight of the aim of the ram.

Maybe he thought he'd spare me killing Ram.

If so, that's all my mind plays so hard to forget the depression I had just had.

"- El, hula!!

The force of the wind aggregates and the colorless destruction explodes in front of you.

Roswell, but he's not after himself. It's about blasting his feet, the ground, and covering his sight with the dirt mass that winds him up.

"This, blind me!

"- Eh!"

Roswar crushes the curtains of the earth that only gave rise for a moment with one arm wave.

scratchy barrier, Ram exhaled sharply as he saw it through, concentrating his strength on his forehead.

"... ahhh, guh"

Severe pain. Vision stained bright red, tears of blood overflowing from the ends of blood running eyes.

I could hear muscles all over my body raise the sound of bones twitching and several muscles breaking.

Ignore them all, bite your teeth off enough to break your back teeth and step on the ground. The earth crushed behind his shoes, and at that moment the body of the ram ran beyond the limits of life.

Ram's body jumps in faster than the moment in front of Roswar, who struck out the dirt mass.

Roswar noticed what the ram looked like and the ram moved faster than he could open his eyes. Roswell is breathtaking that the outstretched arm extends to Roswell's torso and his palms are placed around his chest.

Haunting - the promotion of Ram's physical abilities is unlikely to be anything else.

The power of the ram today is beyond the limits of the human body, albeit for a moment. Roswar would have been aware of his own miscalculation about the possibility of his sternum being shattered and his gut being bounced.

However,

"- What, to?

Without the shock and pain to be had, Roswar makes a grumpy voice.

A sudden stop as the ram reached between blinks scraped the ground, about ten meters from that rosewire. A face facing down threw blood out of his mouth in abundance and knelt.

I don't know what Ram's actions mean, and Roswar is frowning.

But soon, when I saw what the falling ram would have in my hand, I changed my expression.

"It's...!

"To the ram, take... because this is the root of all evil"

Roswar, who changed his blood phase, tries to rush over. And he lifted his gaze and answered, and the ram waved his arm without any hesitation.

- The Gospel, which was in my hand, is thrown into the green flames that remained.

――――

Roswar raises a voiceless scream, but the flames, even unceasingly, swallow the Gospel and set the fire. Making a creepy sound, the old book turned into green ash.

the sight. Ram smiled and looked at it as if it was a sight awaited,

"- Do it, now."

Satisfied, lamb sigh dyeing cheeks.

- It was shortly afterwards that the flamebullet I left to my anger pierced the little body of the girl.