Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

- I saw the future.

"- Without it, can't you shake your sword? The thief!!

'Look, look. See you later, concubine. "

'Subaru and sister Emilia, you're tired, aren't you? I'm sorry. Yet to me, it's a burden. I'm sorry. I've always wanted to keep saying thank you for missing...'

- Colorful light keeps showing Emilia a different future every time she touches it.

"It's a hell of a nightmare that the person I wanted to kill was the kind one."

'Don't speak, I have thoughts. If the result of revealing it is this satisfactory?

'Now, do you think you've fulfilled your promise? If so... If only I had died in that hole wrapped around me! Like this...... I should have ended up watching dawn like this! Motherfucker! Motherfucker!

'I'm sorry. Because of my weakness, I'm sorry. I can't kill him, I'm sorry. Now all this time, - is forever alone. I'm weak, I'm sorry...'

- Crying, anger, end, regeneration, parting, encounter are presented in various ways.

"Um, um... Non's, proud grandson... to a good boy, I guess I grew up..."

'Say no, not be killed by something you don't understand, such as a curse!

'I just noticed.... I haven't walked by myself in all these days.'

"How come... my soul doesn't dwell!?

- Is there only despair in the future? grief and nothing but suffering?

"Kill him, as promised! Ahhh!? Natsuki Subaruuuu!!

"Are we that greedy? Are you saying something extravagant? Nobody dies, nobody cries... what's so hard?

"Interpretation, we must shed every drop of blood for redemption."

"I don't give a shit about good or evil, good or bad. You stay on your feet there. Atashi... Atashi and the others are witches - dragons - but if we block the way, we'll smash 'em.

- So this road is wrong? Is it a mistake to wish?

'- I think it's arrogant to pray to do a favor. Pray is when you get forgiveness'

- That's what a girl said in the last world of light who had never seen her wake up and talk.

I wanted to have a proper word with her.

That feeling was enough to refuse to deny everything.

When her vision opened, Emilia realized she was in a breezy meadow.

White table on a small high hill. My body is also on a white chair again, and I can't remember what happened a few moments before the blink. I just found out that I'm still in my dream world.

"Echidna?"

If we were to welcome ourselves to the end of the 'trials' in this way, that could be none other than Echidna, the director. Looking for her figure, Emilia sends her gaze around.

But even though the meadows that go on everywhere are visible to the horizon, I don't see any sign or shield of a person anywhere. The more you walk out of this place, the more you're likely to never find this white table again.

…………

A strange feeling that even though my body is definitely here, it's going to fall across the horizon. Emilia takes a deep breath to calm down and decides to move if no one is there.

Maybe there's an exit somewhere. Let's find it and get out of here. Spending time here for no reason has nothing to gain.

and

"It's just been a long time, huh. How can this be the case, huh? Is your bowl coming around for me, huh? What do you think there, huh?"

"......"

When I saw the hairballs that suddenly appeared opposite the table, Emilia's movements stopped.

I gaze stunnedly at the presence in front of me as I was about to stand up.

Unexpectedly, I breathed.

"Yeah... that's an understandable reaction, huh. That must be the right reaction, huh? That kid was just a little blunt, huh?"

――――

A person who spills a gloomy sigh with every word he makes.

She is a carefree woman with red and purple hair stretched out to a huge amount and feathers of dressed black robes. Words don't have thorns, either, just the way they are in nature.

- Yet Emilia was experiencing the kind of pressure that was holding her throat.

One thing, if the opponent is distracted, the top disappears from his neck instantly.

Emilia has regained her own past and is able to manipulate the enormous mana that does not fit into one's flesh. I can't even talk to the person in front of me myself from Emilia's eyes, who has increased her abilities so dramatically that she can't compare them to before as a solo force.

It's as easy as paying a fly, and Emilia gets killed - that's what I found out.

"Yes, you don't have to be wary, huh? I'm neither willing nor willing to do harm, huh? You know, it's a hassle, huh? 'Cause Echidna's guy pushed me to say he really didn't want to look at me, huh. That's why you came, huh?"

"Oh, yeah..."

Besides, Emilia pulls her jaw at the woman's words.

Even now, no overwhelming signs surrounding women have been lost. Being able to destroy oneself easily hasn't changed. But if there's no substitute for being killed if you care about it, it's the same thing whether you're scared or not.

Breathe deeply, hold your breath, and vomit. And Emilia forced herself to calm down.

"So, by replacing Echidna... are you, too, a witch?

"-. I see, ha. You have more liver than I thought, huh? The thing about not being afraid of things in situations is, ha. Maybe he looks like his mother, huh?"

"You know about my mother?

"I can't tell you, but you know, ha"

Emilia is breathtaking for an unexpected connection, but the woman is clearly tired of saying so. Pursuing it probably won't pull it out.

Either way, it's the feeling that Emilia shelves her mother's problem for the first time. Look at the past, look at the impossible present, Fortna and the glow of juice are now in the chest.

Now, that's enough for now.

"What am I supposed to call you about replacing Echidona?

"I like kids who don't waste their time, huh? He's my cousin who even let Tefon apprentice me, huh. My name is Sekhmet, huh? As you can guess, he's a lazy witch, huh?"

Depositing the body of the table, Sekhmet, standing only on his face, smiles thinly.

I am concerned about the neighborhood under my eyes and the unhealthy complexion, but it is a beautiful woman with a neat face. Still, I can imagine being someone out of line with the word 'witch' and the impatience it unleashes.

"In this world, huh. I can't believe how we're getting the witch's name. Huh. I don't care because I'm not interested, huh? I'm just gonna clean up what you asked me to do and go back to self-depraved sleep, huh? I just want to calm down, huh?"

"Um, if you're that much of a billionaire... couldn't anyone else? If you don't like echidna, you don't have to be echidna... there are other witches, right?

"When it's the others, ha. It's not gonna be a conversation, huh? At a time like this, Minerva, who seems to have a decent conversation, huh. He says he doesn't have a face to match you, duh."

"Minerva......"

Sekumeto's words are untempered because sighs come in between conversations. I'm just afraid to imagine the character of other witches because even she's talking about being more conversational than other witches like that.

Such sentiments can also be repainted with emotion for the word Minerva, which has been asked.

"Minerva......"

Again, in her mouth alone, Emilia shrugged and leaned her neck towards the sound of it.

Somehow, I felt like it stimulated a terrible nostalgic memory. I don't remember hearing that either in my previous memories or in my resurrected memories.

But it was terrible, a strange name that reminded me of someone I was close to.

"Well, you can't help talking about people who aren't here, ha. All I have to do is give you a message from Echidna, huh? Listen to that, I'll leave the conclusion on whether or not to finish the 'trials' to you, ha. It's not easy to be used, huh?"

"Uh, good luck......?

"I'll just take care of it, ha. Well, I love you, duh."

Calling back Emilia, who was thinking about it, Secumeto knocks her head down opposite on the table. Then I stared at Emilia with my eyes and sighed and put my right hand on the table.

"In the third 'trial', huh. You must have seen the future, huh? That future, when you cross this cemetery, huh. A future so decided, a future of possibilities that could happen, Phew."

"of possibilities, the future"

"It's also possible to see everything, ha. On the contrary, there's a chance you won't see one, huh? However, the fact that the future I saw wasn't a good one, ha. I know you're pretty sure it's because of Echidna's personality, huh?"

I don't know what Echidna thinks of other witches, at least Sekhmet seems to decide Echidna is a mean character. From Emilia, I can't say much.

In fact, Sekhmet appreciates Echidna a little worse than Emilia imagined, but it was a difficult story to ask Emilia, who is judging Echidna a 'mean witch', for any worse.

"The future branches endlessly, the possibilities derive, huh. Still, the future we have seen is the seed of a tragedy that is likely to materialize. That sprouts, buds, what big wheels of flowers to bloom...... ha. Are you prepared to walk on the path of blooming poisonous flowers that could make us all unhappy, purposefully hoping... Phew."

――――

Shut up, Emilia looks at Sekhmet with serious eyes.

Secumeto looked tired of talking about the long dialogue, but frowned when he noticed Emilia's gaze.

"... I already thought I'd thrown the question, ha"

"Oh, that? Is that the question? Once you answer that, the 'trials' are over?

"That's what's gonna happen, huh?... Sure, it seemed like the 'trials' themselves were over by the time you got here, huh"

Emilia laughs bitterly at Sekmeto for the atmosphere of the digestive match.

I didn't mean it. I'm just surprised it was such a lame issue. Because to that inquiry, it would be decided how Emilia would answer.

"A world where everyone ends up in tragedy. I'm not ready to see that."

It reminds me of those memories, like being ripped off my chest, scratching my heart.

In a dark world, in a colorful light, Emilia heard the cry of emotions many times.

"A future where everyone could end up sad. In the dark world of this past one, I saw a lot of it, too. They were all crying, they were suffering, they were angry. I don't know the details of what happened, but I didn't want to see that future."

"... but if you choose the path as it is, Phew. I can get my heartbeat to push that's likely to happen, ha. If you don't want to, do you want to run? Phew."

"No, I'm not. I don't like it, so I'm gonna stand up to it."

Shaking her neck sideways, Emilia strained her chest to Sekhmet, who narrowed her eyes.

Emilia's momentum will not break while she is about to be swallowed by overwhelming carelessness.

My mother's and father's memories support me if I'm about to snap back. And if you give up and you're about to look down, there are people who will speak to you to make sure you don't.

"If you have a sad future, you run away and avoid it. If it still doesn't seem to work, I'll build momentum and jump over it. If anyone is down, I'll pull it up hard. Repeat that and I'll be sure to wipe all the tears you just had."

"Much, you talk about gunless confidently, huh? It's convenient just for the mouth, if you say something good and there's a failure, it breaks right away, Phew. That's not gonna happen, huh?"

"If it were just one person, it might have happened."

Emilia responds without fear to Sekhmet's words like making a fool of herself.

In a way, the other forceful attitude of relying on others. But it's more difficult for Emilia than anything, an option she's never been able to choose for herself.

――――

Take it, Sekhmet, for once, puts on a pocan face.

Then right down his face, hiding his expression at the table and with his hair.

"P, kufu...... Ha, ha! Oh, yeah! Right! I know, I know, that's what you'd answer right now! Oh, that's crazy!

"Was that such an interesting answer?

"That's painful for me, huh. All right? Huh. Echidna guy, huh. I challenged this' trial 'thing, and the guy I challenged suffered alone from the past and now the future, huh. I find pleasure in what kind of answer to give, huh. He's been a tough pervert since he died, huh? The day that that prospectus collapses, in this way...... ha. That doesn't hurt, huh?"

Sekhmet laughs out loud and speaks in an upbeat mood, breathing in agony. I raised my face and woke up my body, leaving my body behind, but I saw Emilia from the front.

With a nostalgic light in his eyes, Sekhmet remained grinning,

"To the 'trials' of the premise of taking it alone, huh. That's your answer not to try alone, huh? - If the Echidona guy hears, you're gonna lose in the face, huh?"

"Yes. I could give you that answer back.... Yeah, I'd love to see that face, too."

"That's a loser-sparing woman, so you're not going to see that face, huh? Let's just make it a privilege for our dream residents, huh?"

"That's sloppy."

As Emilia pointed her lips, Sekhmet looked more and more fun.

That may have been seen from the side in such a soothing joy, as if words were exchanged between old friends from a decade ago.

"I just don't know what to say instead, but I'll give you the results of the 'trials' at my discretion, huh? Of course, instead of complaining, he's the one who passed by wearing flower circles, Phew."

"It's that easy, okay?

"The clumsy answer, did you want a big show, huh? Well, then, unfortunately, you're wrong to expect it from me, huh? Either way, I'm the current supervisor, and my answer is, ha.... 'Trial' is over, Phew."

With a long breath, Sekhmet gently rings his fingers. Once it didn't ring beautifully, and when it repeated twice, three times and finally made quite a noise, the wind blew from behind Emilia.

When Emilia looks back shaking her silver hair, one door appears down the hill. Emilia knew intuitively that the door, which seemed nowhere to be connected, was something that connected her outside the world of dreams.

"When you go out that door, you mean the 'trials' are over...?

"Right, ha. Congratulations, Phew. Four hundred years, huh. Ever since the cemetery was built and Echidna's" trials "became functional, no one could break through" trials, "huh? Well, there weren't nearly as many challengers themselves in the first place, huh?"

"... right? Not many people enter the 'sanctuary', and the conditions of those who enter the 'sanctuary' and are confined are surprisingly harsh."

"There's that too...... oh, that's okay, duh. Either way, it's over, ha."

I cared about the subtly cloudy Sekhmet, but Emilia doesn't pursue it. More than that, the exhilaration of what I heard "Trial" was over.

To be honest, I haven't felt anything accomplished yet. I can't really feel it. "Trial", so much so that it was a "trial" of the first past, that it was almost even self-immolation that it was temporarily impossible.

I had intended to consolidate my strong readiness not to lose, nevertheless.

"I'm not convinced you look, you do, huh?"

"Uh, wow, just a little bit. I'm curious."

"I don't know, I don't give you a problem that Echidna can't solve, ha. It's a different story when I say that's all, but that's like it, huh?"

I guess that's what a witch is like if the same witch says so.

Emilia is unacceptable, pulling her jaw and convincing. Sekhmet glanced at Emilia like that with her, then waved her right hand small, which she offered on the table.

"Through the back door, ha. If you go outside, you'll say goodbye from the castle of your dreams, huh? That means the end of the 'trials,' huh. Behind the room, now under 'trial' at the cemetery, Phew. It also means you deserve to come through the door, huh?"

"In the small room, the door. Yeah, there it is. Put it in there...... what's in there?

"There's a mechanism to maintain the functionality of the cemetery, huh? It's the first time I've stopped that, ha. 'Sanctuary' will end its role, Phew. You can tell how to stop it if you put it in, huh?"

"Stop the graveyard function and end the role of 'sanctuary'. You disappear."

If that junction is extinguished, Emilia, as well as the inhabitants living in the 'sanctuary', will be able to leave the woods.

I don't know how many people will come out into the outside world when the juncture is opened. I wonder if living outside would really do them any good.

But I can't be locked up anymore.

As Subaru has persuaded Garfield, Emilia must also tell them. The time to stay where time has stopped is over.

How do you make your place of life in the time you move out?

If you can, I want you to look for that answer that Emilia hasn't been able to give either.

Whether it's hard to pull a hand or push your back, you can walk next door.

Although it is an unreliable, unfounded, new-found way of showing the royal road.

"That's all right."

Sekhmet said as if he had seen through Emilia's heart like that.

The word was not mixed with her characteristic tired exhalation. Emilia took a small breath in Sekumet, who stared straight at herself and said to me.

Then, I smile.

"Yeah, thanks. I want to do the same."

Answer me, Emilia rises in front of Sekhmet.

I scratched up my silver hair and lowered my head against Sekhmet in a dropping off position.

I'm not sure how I did that.

I just didn't feel like saying goodbye was enough for some reason. How is it that there was gratitude there? I'm sure Sekhmet won't tell you.

Returning the pulled chair to the table, Emilia heads down the hill to the door.

The door to standing on the meadow was somewhere crooked, and Emilia noticed herself feeling a little lonely leaving this castle of dreams.

On a white table, cool breeze. In the raucous sunshine, a great day.

It would have been fun to surround that table and have a tea party.

"Mr. Secumeto. Can you tell Echidna?

"... I'll tell you what, ha"

"If you ever get another chance to face each other, I'm sure we'll have a tea party. Me, even if I turn into a dream, I'm sure you'll be welcome."

"- Oh, that's good. Yeah, I'll tell him."

Sekhmet laughs at Emilia's words as she puts her hand on the door knob and only looks back at her neck.

Emilia also laughed back and opened the door.

The darkness is spreading, beyond the door.

But for some reason, I'm not lost or hesitant to step out there. Emilia already knows exactly where that leads.

It's a door that goes beyond the 'past', chooses the 'present', and continues into the 'future'.

- Feeling breathless, Emilia woke up on a hard ground.

Resurrection from 'Trial' loss of consciousness is not the same as awakening from sleep.

Rather than the body being in sleep, it is closer to the form that only consciousness was being led from the body to another place. Because the flesh and soul are elsewhere, it is only natural that the soul will take a different form from sleep because it was not asleep.

If this is going to be an awakening that is no different from sleep, then weak asleep Emilia will be taken a considerable amount of time before she is resurrected. Puck would have woken me up before, but I can't rely on that. I would eat very, very much time now.

We need to be able to deal with such situations on our own in the future.

"- Oh, I shouldn't"

Blurry and Emilia was feeling like she was falling asleep at that point.

Shake your head and stand up touching the wall. I have no particular problems with my health. It's the same thing that's faint in the sense that you've survived the trials.

However, if what Sekhmet told me at the Castle of Dreams is true...

"Behind the room, that door should be open."

Turning his gaze to the back, a stone door across from the small room entered his eyes.

It is a door that was not previously pressed, pulled or frightened, but it appears slightly lucid in Emilia's eyes, similar to the walls of a luminous graveyard.

Unlocking, does that mean?

Emilia heads to the door as she makes a shoe noise, and when she stands in front of it, she fills her breath small.

On this other side, there is something to free the 'sanctuary'.

Sekumet said he knew what to do if he saw it, but if he didn't, to be honest, he's just a little anxious. Emilia is not very confident in her head.

Can't I bring someone in? I feel like if someone other than me opened the door in the first place, on top of the few people I could get in this far.

Emilia's suspicion of the problem in front of her doesn't disappear because she went on to clap.

It should be said that we are more cautious than before in suspecting that this is also an echidna-related exclusive depth of care. It was Emilia's vigilance because she knew the character of the person she set up.

"Anyway, I have to try to get inside the room. All right, I'll go."

When you consolidate your fists small and temper, you try to put your hands on the door. Should I push or pull, the moment my fingertips tried to reach the door with that in mind,

- I made a noise and the stone door slid sideways to make its way to Emilia.

"... oh, I kind of think Echidna is laughing with a bad look on her face"

Emilia, who takes the form of a frustrated nose, spills her lips pointy in dissatisfaction.

Somehow, I felt the gimmick on this door was echidna's fine harassment, and Emilia was just a little less nervous.

I spill my exhale and step into the room feeling refreshed again.

The room behind the door was smaller than one turn during the 'trials'.

It's even smaller than a small room, and once two large beds line up at the Roswar Mansion, that's all it takes to completely lose the foot treadmill.

I rounded my eyes to greet her in a more narrow room than I thought, and seeing what was further behind the room, Emilia put her hand on her mouth in surprise.

- There's like a transparent coffin in the back of the room, with one woman lying in it.

I wondered if she was asleep, and so much so that the woman remained beautiful that time froze.

The coffin seems to have been made by processing demonic ore, purity is surprisingly high with Emilia touched by her fingertips, and so dense crystals even outweigh what was the dependence of the pack.

One woman is sealed in a demonic ore that can do more than seal up as many great spirits as a pack. - Naturally, I don't have a breath. I can't feel the vitality, and this is already a shell of life.

Long, matte, snowy white hair. Cheeks, neck muscles, and skin as far as I can see are beauties reminiscent of virgin snow, beauty that makes exhalation seem to tremble unexpectedly.

Wrapping that beautiful body is a pitch-black garment with no extra colour, like a dress, which retains the miraculous harmony engulfed for her.

A beautiful woman, capable of expressing herself in white and black, in just two colors.

If the real beauty thing is that it requires no extra decoration at all, in front of its white and black only beauty, you will be able to feel it with a sense of fear.

"Beautiful person..."

Unexpectedly, a breath of admiration also leaked from Emilia's lips.

If you look in the mirror, you are also one of those with an extinct beauty, but Emilia's emotions do not include any shards.

It's just a pure touch of one sensibility, intoxicated by the beauty of what's right in front of you.

White and black, beautiful woman.

It was' The Witch of Greed 'who met in the castle of dreams and exchanged words many times.

At the deepest end of the cemetery, I waited for you beyond the trials of "The Witch of Greed,"

"It looks like Echidna... but who could it be?

She was a strange woman of Emilia, while being a starter reminiscent of the righteousness of her intellectual desire.