Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

Smash the best moments, the worst way.

The red-haired man's deeds were evil of that kind, so to speak - no, ugly.

The red-faced man strokes his insensitive bearded floating cheeks with a nasty grin, with a slight alcoholic odor. Is the age around forty or so?

The whispering tricks and disturbed physiology are more distasteful than necessary, because the material of the man's vegetables, in itself, is irrefutable.

Beautiful things are tainted with different shapes than they wanted.

There was something about the figure of a long-lasting man that somehow evoked that kind of underlying aversion.

"... who are you?"

"Ahem?

Svalbard was the first one to raise his voice as everyone in the sitting area was holding his mouth to surprise. Turn your hand behind your hips and Subaru grabs the pattern there.

There was blood on his head and violent impulses were pushing Subaru around.

There was just now anger at being interrupted by the clumsy connection between the two of whom reconciliation was supposed to have been achieved.

Nobody but Subaru knows why Subaru is so mad.

Reconciliation between a friend and a respected person. No, it's not.

Family reconciliation. It was the moment when my family finally wanted a connection.

That 's--

"Answer. Who are you?"

"... you've got a lot of hostile eyes, kid. You know who you're selling fights to when you're new to knighthood?

"Don't make me laugh, Osama. I don't like selling fights. I'm the one who's buying it for the price."

At last the limits of patience are nearer and Subaru rises on the spot.

I found that Beatrice next door tilted her posture so that she could take this hand at any time in response to Subaru's anger. The relying partner is picking up the flame of anger that springs up in Svalbard's heart right now.

Seeing Subaru like that, the man brutally scratched his head with an unpleasant face.

"I don't know, kid. Hey. Whether it's Kensei or Euclius. Whatever, Argyle's fine. - You disrespectful kid, slash him."

"- Huh!"

Fingering Subaru with a hand that was scratching his head, the man commands the three of them - transgressively - to the Reinhardts who were indoors with a throwing voice.

That just seemed like an insult to his comrades, or at least to the face he could call it, and Subaru nearly stripped his teeth and moved to play the side of the man.

"Your word, sir."

But the behavior was blocked by Julius' voice, which interrupted on the brink.

Soon he stood up and Julius grabbed Subaru's shoulder lightly from behind. Let the turning Subaru gently pull his jaw, and Julius turns back to face the man.

"Currently, me and Ferris. And Reinhardt's three men, by secret service, are separated from their original roles. Therefore, even the deputy commander should not have the authority to give orders to us."

"Sort of. Ferri will let me do Master Kursch's me now, both in fame. So I can't follow your orders."

Riding into Julius' words, Ferris, sitting still, hugs Krush's arm and returns a light answer. Krush, who was held by his arm, was a little surprised, but was staring at the red-haired man with a strong will in his eyes.

If you look at it, the other facial expressions in the sitting area aren't similar or stopping by, or hiding their hostility to the man. Naturally, the atmosphere here was shared by everyone, and this man smashed up what he shared.

It's just...

"Ooh, scary scary. I'm sure it's a joke. No matter how much I'm the deputy commander of the decorations, I don't care what the rules are."

"Of decorations, deputy commander......?

The man who gets drunk laughs at Julius and his answers by slapping him on the knees about what's wrong. I found a word in that conversation that I couldn't miss hearing, and Subaru frowned and expressed his doubts.

Take it, the man shoots Subaru again with a mockery mixed gaze,

"That's right, it's a decoration. Deputy Commander of the Knights of the Kingsguard of the Kingdom of Lugnica, hated by ornaments. I'm talking about Heinkel."

"You don't have to reopen it to waste food or hate it."

"Haha, this guy has earaches. Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch."

"- Huh"

A frigid chill ran through Subaru's spine in the gloomy darkness past his narrowed eyes.

That's not like when you're in contact with a powerful person or with an overwhelming being like a white whale or a 'witch'. It's another, harder to say.

I think Subaru knew that closely. But I can't remember what it was for once.

Only the inescapable disgust grabbed Subaru and called for the illusion of tinnitus.

"Calm down, Subaru. Do not be swallowed by the air of the Vice Commander"

Julius by his side speaks to Subaru, who flutters his head.

The man who heard it - Heinkel turned his shady grin to Julius,

"Huh. That's great. An exemplary, well-behaved answer. If you have the strength to be a knight there, then you can earn respect as an Orthodox."

"Let me take it as a compliment, Lieutenant Heinkel.... Sometimes this time, for what reason? I remember the vice president's role was to protect the royal castle of the king's capital."

"Don't hate it. What's the impact on the Royal Castle's security when I'm gone? Captain Marcos will do exactly that. So if you can't keep up... oh, so no more royalty to be harmed."

"Heinkel!"

A statement by Heinkel that is extremely disrespectful given his position.

It was Wilhelm who heard that and raised the anger in Heinkel's name.

The Sword Ghost is a tremendous figure, staring at Heinkel standing up. Heinkel shrugged his shoulder to Wilhelm, who shook his mouth and lips.

"Heinkel......"

"One call and you'll see. I don't eat old enough to be far away from my ears. Well, think of it as drunk bullshit and listen to me. - than that."

The voice of bitter Wilhelm. Heinkel closes one of his blue eyes as he grips his ears with his fingers. And look at Wilhelm with the eyes of those who opened it,

"Aren't you thin? The celebration of the 'White Whale' crusade, you're right that I wanted you to mention it too. It's a big job that took 14 years. Let me celebrate, and you have the right to share that joy. Isn't that right, Father?

"Heinkel, I..."

"Reinhardt! You do too, don't you?

――――

With a face that paints malice, Heinkel decides Wilhelm's heart.

The pain of slashing the look on the old man's face runs, but Heinkel doesn't mind that. It is Reinhardt who blocks his voice from trying to defend him and then points the spear of malice at him.

Until then, Reinhardt, who was silently watching things change, slowly looks up to Heinkel, who called his name.

"Didn't you get a load of shoulders because of your father, too? He's a great grandfather who fought against his wife, his mother, his grandmother. You took one of those words of labor to do it, didn't you? Whatever..."

――――

"- Of the predecessors you let die, because you fought that enemy?

- Let's withdraw the foreword.

Heinkel's shape was described as maliciously painted, but it was a mistake.

[Malice] itself.

To Heinkel's words, to form, to attitude, to voice, to modus operandi, to gaze, there is nothing else in this place that could describe the presence of him but [malice].

Only pure malice was embedded in everything Heinkel did.

"Dead predecessors...?

It was the most impressive word in my ear that Subaru could say.

There were a number of other consciousness triggers. But it was in that part that Subaru, who could not afford to choose the order of things by reason, picked it up.

And you never miss the gap that you can put in.

"Yes, he's the predecessor who let him die. I don't know what kind of stuff you don't know, but you know exactly what 'Kensei' stands for, right? It is said that the modern" Kensei "is the strongest and the best in history, but the position is that the previous generation... let his own grandmother die and took it away from him. Hidden away."

"Stop, Heinkel! You... how far is a guy named you..."

"If it's beautiful, don't do it, Father. Nothing else, but you don't deserve to accuse me. You were the first one to pack Reinhardt for killing his predecessors."

"- Huh"

Heinkel's words had the same spiciness that boiled the abominations and curses of this world.

And its contents are nothing more than cursing rumors that cannot be heard.

Reinhardt killed his predecessor. Impossible.

Wilhelm scolded Reinhardt like that. Impossible.

Because for Reinhardt, the predecessors are.

And for Wilhelm, Reinhardt is.

So that can't be happening...

――――

Neither Reinhardt nor Wilhelm will shut their mouths and try to deny it.

Why? You just have to say something, it's not. If you cut me off to say it's cod, Subaru can believe it without hesitation.

Battlemates and esteemed mentors. Alcohol stinking bad guy. I don't even have to worry about which to believe.

So I wanted the two of you to utter a word, a word that would make you believe Subaru.

"Not if it's not convenient. I've been doing that for fourteen years. My father hasn't changed a thing. If you haven't changed, you can't even make up. Teresia Van Astrea will forgive you for that convenience."

In a sitting area where silence falls, only Heinkel's blasphemy echoes.

The namesaken predecessor Kensei - made Wilhelm's wife, Reinhardt's grandmother. And perhaps, for Heinkel,

"Dead mothers are cursing us. All three generations, we're not allowed."

Make him Reinhardt's father, Wilhelm's son.

From Heinkel's words and actions so far, Subaru understood its qualities correctly.

"Heinkel van Astrea......"

Try it on your mouth and feel something sticking to the sound of that name.

Undoubtedly, the man in front of you is someone who takes his name to the Astrea lineage. Wherever its humanity is, even far from the straightness of the Astrea family in Subaru's knowledge.

"Don't put the van on, kid. Hate, I don't deserve that honor. Heinkel Astrea when you name him."

……

Hearing Subaru whine bitterly, Heinkel hits his tongue.

Past that side, or the first Heinkel pain you'll ever see on this occasion. When I curse my family, for the first time now, the pain runs into my eyes, which were only floating with comatose joy.

- Subaru immediately truncated what it was.

"So... what are you doing here?

"Emilia?

Everyone was trembling in shock at the many words and deeds in Heinkel's eyes.

But it was Emilia who stood up on the spot and first blamed him for his actions.

There is a slight anger in the voice of a girl standing in front of Subaru and flushing silver hair on her back.

It's about Emilia. I'm not angry at something like that because they broke the air in the field, or Heinkel's disrespectful behavior.

Whenever she gets really angry, she always speculates on someone else's feelings.

She knows Reinhardt and Wilhelm were scratched.

"We were just having a nice meal. Ruin it this way on purpose, what do you want to do?

"... This is... You are Emilia. I've heard rumors. I can't believe a pathetic half-demon princess was taken up in a battle with no winning eyes"

"I'd love to talk to you one day about what you think of me, but I'm not talking about that right now. All I want to hear is one thing. What brings you here?"

――――

Subaru caught Heinkel sniffing out of his thoughts when he tried to disrupt Emilia with provocative things. Emilia's sober demeanor surprised her with a few of the other factions that were indoors.

From yesterday until now, it would be a natural surprise to see the difference between the innocence and innocence shown by Emilia. For that surprise, she dared pretend to be a naive maiden. It's a lie. It's vegan.

"It was Mr. Anastasia's decision for us to gather here. It's a coincidence everyone got together at once, and I don't even think you were after that opportunity. Even if you were a great Knights of Kingsguard. Tell me what you mean."

"Shit. That's not what I was hearing..."

"Answer me"

Heinkel, who pounds his tongue and scratches his head abusively, is under pressure from Emilia.

Emilia is angry, but it doesn't mean she's ever in a battlefield position. The pressure emitted has nothing to do with magic, just because Emilia herself has talent.

"Come on in confidently, don't snap at me with a woman staring at me. Osama, that's a lot dressed up, dude."

"Yeah, hey. I was looking forward to hearing some interesting stories, but this is so strange and interesting to observe."

"Well, really? Then I'd like to welcome you back to the ruthless lord and spend some time with the rumored princess."

"- Huh"

Following Emilia, a reinforced projectile of Felt Anastasia Krusch enters.

Similar to Emilia opposite Heinkel, an equivalent hegemony radiated from the three towards the innocent intruder, intimidated by the four, making his cheeks slightly tight.

Different actors, should I say?

It's a lot smaller than the title and your position as an associate.

"Are you done, Lieutenant? If there's nothing else we can do, we know it's for each other to quit."

Heinkel's complexion and the attitude of the women in the room.

It is hard to predict that they are both ripe and Julius sends a help boat to Heinkel. Subaru thought Heinkel's heart should be broken on this occasion if possible, but that still stopped him from looking at Reinhardt and Wilhelm, who were not superior in complexion.

You don't know the situation correctly, and admonish yourself that it's a decision that's too steep.

"Ugh, ku..."

"Deputy Commander. Your call. If we can, we'd rather not be spoken of any more..."

- You don't have to, Oracle.

The voice was unusually glossy and filled with arrogance that looked down on everything.

A crimping voice that shivers what it hears forcibly pushes against others the absolute superiority that the Lord of the Voice holds over himself.

A barbarity that pushes away a sense of common sense and engraves new rules - what makes it all the way through is that there was an outstanding presence that neither objected to nor objected to.

Everyone in the sitting area looks up and looks across the ledge where Heinkel stands.

Everyone's consciousness was focused as someone stepped down the hallway and came this way. No one is in consciousness, such as about Heinkel already.

All I have is an alert to the sun-like heat walking down the hallway.

"Elephant, keep your face in line. I've prepared a stage for concubines to make faces. Only then will I praise you for your deeds."

Daring to flip the hem of a chest open, bloody red dress, and hide her mouth with a fan. How evil is that behavior. A demonic trick that lifts with arms with breasts that are too full and boasts white skin at all costs.

The crimson eyes licked everything with flames, and the seductive atmosphere was a manifestation of witchcraft that fascinated and captivated everything similar to that of an everlasting male.

Once you see it, you won't forget, its violent beauty.

Beautiful things become violent after degrees. Her presence tells us that.

The girl's name is Priscilla Burriel.

He was the fifth king's candidate, not originally invited to this feast.

"But it's not me. Still today, my stinky face is hardened in the stinking air. Do you guys like this starchy air? Or is it that when you look at each other, these kinds of air drift out without leakage? If it is, it's pity."

As soon as she looks inside the room, Priscilla leaks those words in her face. With a fan in front of your face and a trick to provoke this one.

The unspoken Subaru's in that abrupt appearance have no choice but to defenselessly take her contempt from the front.

"They're unresponsive. This is how the concubine went out of her way. It would be the right courtesy to lay foreheads on the floor, worship and praise the concubine."

"... the Lord God of any religious corporation. That's not gonna happen when you actually become king."

"Hmm?"

Subaru accidentally pinches his mouth to Priscilla's selfish ramblings. And Priscilla, who heard the grunt, leaned her neck, and her red eyes tangled Subaru away.

"What the fuck?"

"... who are you? Unbeknownst to me, I hear this is a room where fools gather to compete with concubines for the throne. Except for them, there must be some blind folks who follow them, but why is your common sense lost?"

"Are you serious?"

Subaru shrugged weakly, being turned against a swordswallowing hostility.

No joking bareback, no sign of mocking this one. I mean, it's vegan. Priscilla is sincere and oblivious to the existence of Subaru.

Even though there is a blank for a year, I'm not sure about Subaru, who should have had quite an impressive encounter or relationship.

Not at all, it seems to be an attitude when it comes to Priscilla, but neither the situation nor the mood is good enough to welcome it wholeheartedly.

"Princess. Whatever it is, it's awful, isn't it? Princess Sora, I don't know if this is enough, but for me, brothers are funny people there, right?

and broke the air that blended the worst like that, and a light voice jumped in.

The voice is somewhere twitchy, besides accompanied by a clammy and metallic sound. It is the man of the ship's arms who makes a noise and leads through the corridor, lining Priscilla.

A bizarre man who covered his head with a pitch-black helmet to hide his face and dressed roughly like a bandit. Priscilla's squire and summoner Al from the same other world as Subaru.

Naturally, he has accompanied the Lord. He broke in between Priscilla and Subaru,

"Look, you remember that, right? You may have forgotten, but there was this guy who made a fool of himself in front of a bunch of people when he made his statement of belief at the castle, right? It was him then. The princess was laughing in her arms."

"I don't remember. See you in the first place, Al. There must be times when a concubine laughs with her belly. Do not disparage the precious presence of the concubine to the uneasiness of the town daughter there. You or you, next time, I'll drop your neck relentlessly."

"Because, brother. Evil was powerless. Good luck and get along again."

"You've got a little more to say in a year!

Early throw away the Lord's reform of consciousness and let Subaru apologize, Al. I can't feel the change this past year in apologizing for "sorry," Subaru sighs nothing else.

It may not be possible to change dramatically in a year based on Al feeling that he is still mildly middle-aged.

"It's late, isn't it, Miss Priscilla? You, how long were you gonna let me do this alone? I heard you twitch right away so I..."

"Don't flatter, Ordinary Bone. If a concubine commands you to dance, it is a common duty to dance to death unless you are told to stop. The mistake of wearing it wrong and getting the concubine right deserves to die."

"Gu..."

Meanwhile, Heinkel, who sensed that the air on the field had changed, eats and hangs towards Priscilla, who stands right behind him. but the appeal is also pear debris in Priscilla opponents.

Heinkel looks distressed by an incomprehensible Priscilla, but Subaru listens to their conversation and holds her eyes up.

"Priscilla, are you the one who brought him here?

"That's the common law there. By whose permission do you, my concubine, have been abandoned? Even a concubine as generous as the Mother of Mercy has limits on difficulty."

"Princess."

Al briefly calls Priscilla, who houses a cruel color in his eyes that sees Subaru. Priscilla then glanced over one eye and spilled a small exhale.

"For some reason, you seem strangely fond of your concubine's squire. The life, connecting to Al... no, you don't have to thank Al. Adore the concubine. So, Chara."

"... I have a generous concern. So, the answer to the question is,"

"Whether it was the concubine who brought out this Orthodox bone. Then the suspicion is correct. Exactly. This was summoned by the concubine and sent here."

"For what!

To Priscilla, who affirms, Subaru speaks up and asks for purpose.

An uninvited guest and enough to be uninvited that the guest pulled even further. We need to know what intentions worked there, at least that's all.

But Priscilla tilted her neck in response to that Subaru question,

"Well, that sounds interesting to me."

"... sounds interesting?

"Bye. Sadness caused by distorted family patterns and relationships. My heart jumps as a really ugly act. In fact, would it have been a sight? It's not what it looks like, like Kensei and Kensei are all here to peek into the human face."

"Priscilla!

Subaru was exasperated by outward narratives that outweighed the spicy.

Priscilla is right, Reinhardt and the others rarely see the grid. And originally, it's only so much of a struggle that you never needed to see it forever.

If it's two human faces, I'm glad Heinkel didn't interrupt. Only then could they return to their normal relationship with their grandfather and grandson.

That 's--

"Stop it, brother. It's not good for us to meet here. It's not always the case that the princess has a bad personality. Luck... think the stars were bad and miss it."

"If you know my husband's bad character, pull the reins properly on you. There's so much irresponsibility in just letting a rampage horse rampage."

Hold the Subaru trying to come forward with your arms and shake your neck sideways as Al loosens. If one arm supports Subaru with his arm, it is self-evident that he will not fall through the sword at all.

I mean, he's stated in one act that he's unwilling to contend with himself.

If he noticed it and exhaled for a long time, Subaru realized late that he was the only one indoors who was ready for the showdown and distracted his blood.

The candidates, as well as Julius and Ferris, have no way of making things rough.

Naturally. Gathering on this occasion are stars with the potential to acquire a throne that many fears will also be responsible for the next generation of the kingdom - no one wants, such as leaving it to anger to hurt each other.

"But then my heart doesn't matter how much it hurts...!

"Subaru......"

Emilia shakes her eyes and calls Subaru, who puts her unparalleled anger on her tongue. If I noticed the feeling of being pulled off my sleeve, I could see that Beatrice was also holding Subaru's hand.

With that care of the two, Subaru drops his neck disappointingly.

"Looks like the howling of the dogs is over. My concubine wanted to see your barking face today. There's nothing more we can do here than serve that purpose."

"Sora, you have a good attitude again.... We shouldn't have only spoken to you, but where did you hear about this gathering?

Scratch as much as you scratch, and Priscilla just tries to put this place behind her. It was Anastasia who hit the lead and made him stop his leg.

Anastasia is soft in tone, but sounds an obvious alarm there,

"I'm not supposed to let you wander around, the kind of kid who accidentally talks to me."

"Don't talk in front of the building, your ears rot. If there's a fox with a head around it, you know it."

"Oh. Are you fooling me that we're just plain common?

"If it's so stupid that there's nowhere to see it, until it's bracketed with common sense. Don't make me think that you are so stupid that you stand as a candidate for concubine rivalry?

The two people who provoke each other - both, Priscilla's are usually open, and may not have the intention of provoking Anastasia by decorating words specifically.

Anastasia caresses loosely the collar-wrapped fur that adorns her neck,

"I don't think you're paying attention to leaking information..."

"Anything goes into anybody's ear, it's bound to leak out of their tight mouth. It would also be self-evident to have more holes if there were more to know. You're not the only ones listening to other trends."

"You assumed on your own that you wouldn't do anything to look at us in an authentic intelligence operation."

"A feather flying through your ear is something to slap. Even so, if you know where you are, you can't do anything about it? Chasing insects with your eyes and ears is the same as a concubine. The same will apply to you."

Treat all the conflicting candidates as featherworms, and show without saying that Priscilla has no pullout.

Subaru also agreed with Anastasia. I didn't think Priscilla was working out precise measures against the hostile faction and moving it to execution.

The result of that alarm was the worst of the day.

"Isn't that Osama, Reinhardt's father?

And, ignoring the story flow until then, a lotus-leaved voice calls for another topic.

Felt is the one who is in the same gaze and still hitting on the dyskiyaki. The girl chooses Priscilla's out of the gaze of seeing herself as she dirties her mouth with sauce and stares at each other.

"I remember getting tamed in the castle, and I kind of figured it out in the conversation earlier. Nothing. I'm not interested in this guy's family relationship. Except that Osama is with you."

"... well. But how did you notice the little girl style in the Glades?"

"I regret it, but it's not human resources. The housekeeper of the Astrea family is also a lifeline for Atashi and others. He's not giving up on Reinhardt yet. The real power of the house itself is still at the disposal of its Osama"

The cheeks of neighboring Reinhardt stretched only slightly on what Felt had spoken.

And the Subaru's are right, too, and convey the meaning of Felt's concerns.

Felt, who grew up as an orphan and has nothing, is in the middle of acting as the foundation of Reinhardt's home - the Astrea family territory, with little by little results.

But the territory doesn't belong to Felt anywhere. Only it belongs to the Astrea family and is a debt from Reinhardt.

But what happens if even the Astrea family territory, which I recognize as its Reinhardt possessions, is actually just a borrowing.

"Heh. Apparently, you've finally realized the seriousness of the matter, both Usnoro and I."

So breaking into conversation was Heinkel laughing all the time about getting my will. He seemed to be waiting exactly for that topic, alternating stares at Felt and Reinhardt with a face that seemed to lick his tongue,

"That's the thing. I'm the housekeeper of the Astrea family. I didn't give it to Reinhardt, I didn't give it to him. I'm so busy with your country, Kensei. I can't believe you let me do such an annoying job!

"Is it true that a lord is only a name? When Atashi and the others returned to Astrea territory, it was very unlikely. Young civilian and servant are doing a lot of things with blood eyes. Leaving that alone, can't the lord even be named now?

"The crown of lords is over my head, whether it's just name or irresponsibility. And you're not broke even if you're broke, are you? Both the inhabitants and servants were desperate to support their lords. Huh. Lords loved by the inhabitants are really happy and tearful!

Heinkel mocks Felt for killing emotions and talking as much as he can.

Subaru even remembered the illusion that his eyes would be white with anger, in words so inferior and vicious. You can stand inside the room, the gaze of anger and disgust.

In that storm, Heinkel, in the rain of contempt, is a praiseworthy face.

See and understand it clearly. This man, he's totally crazy.

"Your sense of crisis is correct. No, Lord Reinhardt. Astral territory is my territory. And I don't support you. You can see who I stand for!

Heinkel plays the big stage with his chest up, just because disgust and scorn is what deserves the applause of 10,000 lightning. He showed Priscilla beside him with his hand and professed highly that he would push a different opponent to the throne, both his son and his father.

"I've heard what you guys have accomplished this past year. On behalf of my lord, the reconstruction of the Astrean realm has been very difficult. After acknowledging that the achievement was brilliant, I'll tell you. - That's not where you guys are in the future. If you figure that out..."

"This, Orange Bone"

"- Oh? What is it, Miss Priscilla? I'm talking about something important right now."

"Shut up."

Everyone was breathtaking about the atrocities that happened shortly afterwards.

Shortly discarded, Priscilla flashed her fans toward Heinkel, who rounded her eyes. The folded fan cut the wind, striking directly at the top of Heinkel's redhead, slamming its long body with tremendous momentum towards the floor.

Heinkel peels his white eyes at the shock, and in one blow he is pruned of his consciousness. but that's not all Priscilla does.

Lie down on the ground with a big hainkel, and Priscilla kicks it up with her toenails and floats it into space. And keep pulling your arms, trying to hit the momentum into Heinkel's torso -.

"Princess, that's it for the eclampsia. It'll kill you more than that."

――――

Priscilla's arm, just before she was shaken off, was grabbed by her wrist and stopped moving. It was Al who did it, anticipating Priscilla's barbarity, and Priscilla turns her swordswallowing eyes to the man in the helmet for the deed of his squire.

The arm that Al stopped holds a red, crimson sword of his full body at some point.

A long western sword across the blade, but a delicacy with a blade print like a wavering flame. The sword, which at first sight is known to be unusual, was born in Priscilla's hands between blinks, and disappears.

Looking at it, Al slowly released Priscilla's arm.

"Damn, give me a break. If they even pull out the Yang sword, it's bad for your heart. No... almost!

"It's disrespectful, Al. With whose permission I have touched the skin of my concubine's balls. It's a dream at the end of your dreams to defile your concubine."

Priscilla strikes out Al's earthly belly with his liberated arms and smother his squire. As she snorted, she looked down at Heinkel, pitifully rolling back on the floor.

of the emotional cruelty that passes through those eyes, what a horrible thing.

"But Al's words also make sense. Was it short notice to kill?"

"If that's what you think... I wish you'd been nicer, me"

"Don't say it. I am not a ghost with a concubine. Let the reward lick your legs later."

"Will you stop telling me like I have a sexuality to be happy with it!? Because it's misleading!

Priscilla doesn't attach to Al, who is desperate to defend him while he gets beaten and kneels down. She looked at Heinkel with her blood-colored eyes and was often unsure whether to throw it away before slapping her hand.

"Shult. Bring out the bones there. It is a foolish diagram, but it can still be used. Considering the hassle of pulling it in, it's still a shame to throw it away"

"Yes, Master Priscilla"

In response to her call, yet another person appears in the sitting area once again.

Apparently he had been holding back in the hallway the whole time. The person was a young boy whose back length had not yet been cut off.

Peachy fluffy curly hair with a thin body and neat face with lines that you mistakenly see as a woman. The height of the voice also proves that the voice change has not yet arrived, and the appearance of wrapping an underdeveloped body in deacon clothing is somewhat disloyal.

Schult and the boy who was called that is probably only in his early teens. Is it about the same age as Beatrice when it comes to appearance alone?

Excuse me, Master Heinkel.

Speaking disciplined to Heinkel, who faints, Schult grabs both of those legs and drags them all the way out. Of course, it's impossible for a child to carry a long hainkel. but Schult did not spill a single displeasure on Priscilla's orders and dragged Heinkel in such an manner that it was natural to follow her.

"Schult is always healthy. I'll have to compliment the princess later."

"Naturally, then, I always serve my concubine with all my spirit. And the concubine is not merciless enough to render him intact against his loyal minister. Let Schult lick your legs later, too."

"In Schult's case, don't do it because you're going to do it in tears without joking. Give him a more common sense reward."

"Hmm. Then it would be an honor to be held by a concubine and accompanied to bed."

"... well, that's okay. I want you to take my place."

A conversation where Priscilla and Al pass out, dropping off Schult and Heinkel leaving.

In that way, could it be said that all the factions of the king's race met face-to-face by removing the outsiders?

"So, what happens to Osama's story earlier? Temei and the others are serious about throwing them out of Astrea territory and cutting them off."

"Don't truly take such an ordinary word for it. In the meantime, it was you who carried out the rebuilding of the territory? If so, even if the shapely lord returns to the mansion and expels you, where are the things that follow? Folks are stupid obscure, but not like heartless pawns who feel neither love nor gratitude. There are quite a few waves to get on. You can't wave at me."

"... Then why are you pulling him?"

"I thought I told you. I thought it would be more interesting. In any case, it is decided that everything will fall into the hands of the concubine. If so, I choose only whether the path is pleasant or not. That is the decision of the concubine. Bringing in an array is just a plaything to do that."

A theory of how selfish you are and never bend.

Priscilla's absolute confidence pushes irrationality by jumping across all common sense. All you can do about it is give up and be submissive or relate with equivalent thoughts.

And

――――

Her four opposing candidates on this occasion do not hesitate to relate in the latter.

In the wake of that wave of gaze, Priscilla laughed with heartfelt joy.

"That's fine. The forthcoming results are promised. The more pleasant the path is, the better. Spring concubines, those who are better than ordinary. If you gain weight until you become the enemy of your concubine... it is only then that your concubine will intercept you with all her might."

If you haven't even admitted it as an enemy yet, Priscilla refuses to do so.

No, she already said. She still thinks of Emilia and the others as featherworms. I don't even recognize you as an enemy.

Then,

"I'm gonna make you cry and regret it."

Felt's words, cut from the top, were the totality of everyone here.