Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

Far, far, with a wooden voice.

A voice that doesn't know whose it belongs to. A voice that doesn't know where it's coming from.

A voice I don't know if it's a man, a woman, from the top, or from the bottom.

――――

It was a roaring voice.

It was a moaning voice.

It seemed like they were being bullied.

It also sounded like a sob.

It was a voice.

My voice poured like a waterfall, pushed me like a high wave, grabbed me like a vortex and wouldn't let me go.

It's like telling someone I've finally met what I've been holding in my arms.

Pushed away by the turbulence of your voice, you lose sight of where you are.

My hands, my legs, my head, my ass, my chest, my back, they're all together. Melt, melt, melt.

All the same, even the existence of a barely understood self is swallowed up in the immense amount of voice that is drowned out, losing its body to scatter.

I found the black starch drinks up the world I feel.

As it is, all starch tries to invade the flesh and surrender itself to a loose end that cannot be countered, I realize.

A thread so tangled that it can never be broken is refusing its erosion.

To scatter, to drink up, to cover up, to yarn that claims never to be inhibited.

Things that howl inside your body. Absolutely not that one is positive.

It's just a starch to argue for each other's existence on the battlefield inside a person's body.

That eventually...

――――

The first thing that popped into my ear was someone yelling.

Severely tall. If you hear it and open your eyes, a white ceiling floats up in your sight. At the same time I realized that I was on a hard floor, throwing my hands and feet out and falling asleep.

"- It's useless!

Consciousness awakens, and cursing is seen more clearly as a form than earlier.

The voice, adorned with indulgent anger to hear, even accompanied the burst of emotion to action. A flat hand strikes the meat, a thirsty sound sounds.

"Stop it! What happens when you blame me like that? It's not about someone being responsible. You know that, too."

"Shut up! I don't want to hear that kind of con! Shut the fuck up in the field!

Signs of convergence and outrage that will not subside.

From the echoing sense of voice, I feel that it is a large room but an event in the same room. Keep reaching and try to wake your body up to support it when your left hand touches the wall.

As soon as I did, the sharp pain of nailing my skull ran and my breath stopped. My vision bursts like I planted gunpowder in the back of my eye and my consciousness stains bright red.

If I woke up body beaten by pain and shock, the scene of the rendezvous would have unfolded as it was ahead of me when I managed to get my upper body up.

- Combined in the middle of the room are three men and women. No, three men.

Julius is desperately stopping Ferris in tears from trying to grab him by Wilhelm. Apparently the thirsty sound earlier was that of Wilhelm getting hit in the cheek. An old man, slightly reddened in the cheek, had dropped his neck in Ferris' gaze without strength.

"... I'm sorry, I can't help it"

"You have to excuse me! There's a reason, and that's why you couldn't help it, so try to convince me! Apologize, apologize, it's nothing!

"Ferris, then I'm out of line. Even Master Wilhelm regrets it."

"Repent......!? What will it be with remorse? Useless! Intentionless! Everybody... why...? Why would anyone take Master Krush..."

Absurd his voice, Ferris' gaze crumbles Wilhelm off his knees on the spot as he stabbed Julius and immediately lost sight of the spearhead.

Two men can't say anything to Ferris' strangulation of tears. Looking down on both of those, Ferris scratched the floor with those white hands and

"What's 'blue'... at a time like this, I can't even help you. What...! Useless... useless, useless, useless..."

Tears spilled on the floor and Ferris' impeachment continues to curse.

But that was still better if it was directed at someone around you as a bump of anger. If I realized that was irresistible, anger towards myself, it was also logical that no one would ever pinch a word to his grief.

――――

Julius sighs into the sobbing Ferris voice. Wilhelm said nothing in silence, and a depressing atmosphere stood in the room around the three. and

"Wow, Admiral. You woke up."

Garfiel noticed his face through the entrance where he lost the door to Subaru, who watched the three of them without the art of exchange. To that Garfiel voice, Julius and the others look back here to Subaru's awakening, with an expression of relief.

"Good. It looks like Subaru woke up too. Ferris."

"... I know"

To Julius's call, Ferris rises, who brutally wiped his face with his sleeve. He walked over to Subaru with a bare gesture that did not make him feel the ugliness of the present, touching his confused Subaru body neatly, and finally staring into his eyes,

"Mmm, looks fine. Consciousness is fine, right? My name and origin, can you say?

"His name is Natsuki Subaru. I'm from Japan."

"You're in a country I've never even heard of.... because I'm at Master Krush's."

Ferris walks away from the scene with his butt slammed, looking at a boring joke in Subaru's response. I can't even respond to an awesome word, and everyone silently drops that back off.

Only Wilhelm, however, walked out to follow behind Ferris. Just before leaving the room, the old man leaves with Ferris leaving only his salute to Subaru.

When I saw them leave that way, I finally found the tingling air fading out of the room.

However, it also painfully feels that the presence of the depressed atmosphere increases instead.

"You're safe, Admiral. Don't push it."

"... you're the one with the worst complexion."

Garfiel spoke to Subaru, who kept his back on the wall and let go of his legs. In retrospect of its face, Subaru lets his voice down to a dark-colored boy with a faint tone.

There is thirsty blood creeping up on his face and golden hair, and multiple tears in his clothes as well. His complexion is the same as when he showed up at the shelter with injured Mimi, or worse.

Thinking that far, Subaru finally gets one conclusion to the thought that has lagged behind.

"Dead, that's great."

"Ah. I'm sure the Admiral and I will survive. Ha, so you're welcome to do it all. Fuck you."

Affirming the squeak of the plundered Subaru, Garfiel fangs abominably.

With that sidelined, Subaru understands once again that he has not seen his survival - that is, the underdevelopment of 'Back to Death' and the end of the operation to recapture the city hall.

Naturally, someone must have rescued you for survival.

"The city hall... what happened? How did I get here..."

"Hi, nothing. You, too. This is the city hall in question. Witches abandoned the building, and we recaptured the target building. Perhaps if we only looked at the results, we could say so."

Julius answered the interrupting Subaru inquiry by dropping his knee in the front.

If you look nearby, the likelihood of "The Best Knight" is a lot. The hair is disturbed and the cheeks and neck muscles can also see the marks struck. The knight's costume is also stained with blood and it is difficult to say that he is safe.

Above all, its neat face is engraved with unspeakable remorse and humiliation.

"First, you woke up and it was above all else. After all, if I could only do something about it to you, our morale would be lost."

"... I don't need it. Fly the story. What happened? I don't care about morale or anything like that. Witchcraft abandons buildings, what... what the hell!

"You're right. A witch abandoned the building and the city hall returned to our hands. I might have been pleased if I had taken away the hostages who had transformed their appearance into something unnecessary and all the witches who had achieved their purpose."

Against Subaru, whose voice diverges in haste, only Julius faintly conveys the facts.

But the solidity of its voice and its laying eyes. Above all, the gravity of the facts spoken was such that Julius could not hide the colour of his profanity from his voice.

And I can't hide that Subaru will be stunned by what he has been told.

"People, you have to look..."

"The top floor of the government building, you must have seen it, too. That's a nightmare, but it doesn't end with a dream."

Shake your head sideways and Julius affirms the brutal reality.

It brightened the back of Subaru's brain and the sound of red glowing double-eyed and begging for help. I was able to get a little vomiting because I had an idea that the truth about the sight of that nightmare was the way people lined up for salvation.

It hurts so that the heart is tightened, and feelings that are neither sympathy nor fear gush.

An abominable witchcraft monster, the capella of the Archbishop of the Great Crimes, Sexual Lust, tramples on human dignity and values and is the worst being to mock them.

It's not just a man's life or his heart that that monster mocked, it's something more honorable.

"Square, and the interior and top floor of the government building. You can say that everything from individual splits to buying time was danced in the hands of witchcraft. Twitching, if that bothered you, they could have killed all of us. It didn't have to be because of your driving and the dedication of the person who was made the Black Dragon."

"Mine, driven...?

"Would you have connected the dialogue mirror you had for contact with the other two all the way from the point of entry to the top floor? As a result, the situation of the city hall was communicated to Master Anastasia and Ferris. You made it to the Iron Fang reinforcements and the arrival of Ferris on time."

"You think that's comforting?

"... I don't mean to console you. I just told the truth. I'll leave it to your heart until I know how to take it."

Subaru finds Julius frustrating when the answer is whichever. But Julius's response, like pushing him away, would also be proof that he is not at peace.

We're not in a good mental state or situation with each other. Subaru breathed deeply.

"What's the other thing I was saying, Black Dragon's dedication?

"It happened on the top floor. I don't know more than you... there would have been someone in your place with the power of 'lust'. The reproducibility of power is surprising. The black dragon and the changed figure crawled to the top floor, dying, letting him breathe into 'lust' and pull his hand. You picked up your life because of that heavenly difference."

Julius speaks of a black dragon who should have been slashed and torn apart by Krush in the big room and thrown out as it were.

If Capella's powers are mutations and transformations, that black dragon should have been one of the hostages in the city hall. Without hearing a cry for help, Subaru and the others would have tried to slash the person and dump him. In so many circumstances, if you fought with all your dying power.

"The Black Dragon man, now..."

"You can't die."

Garfiel interrupted Subaru with a quiet voice on the lid.

Garfiel didn't face the frowning Subaru, just staring at the ceiling,

"You can't die. You can never let him die. I can't help you... Bye."

"At that rate all the time. Apparently, he's a familiar person. They even have a different smell, but they do show Garfiel how to behave like that. The treatment is done now. I have some anxiety, so I give it a rest in the back."

"Do you know Garfield's face? When? I can't believe I know this city."

――――

To Subaru's surprise, Garfiel, who did not gaze, kept his mouth shut.

However, I am relieved that the life of my benefactor, the Black Dragon, is connected. And the other people who have been transformed...

"I can't tell if I'm safe or not. but I have secured my figure. After seeing Ferris, too. Expectations were weak... but still,"

"Are you saying you're not some kind of wound or disease that can be cured by Ferris?...... damn!

Unexpectedly slapping his hands on the floor, Subaru thinks of the hearts of those who have lost their flesh.

How much fear and sense of loss is attacking them? Being no longer a person has a different kind of horror and cruelty than losing a life.

If you lose your life, you'll end up living that far.

But the loss of flesh is equal to the end of me, but not the end.

People aggrieved by the unhealing curse are similarly gathered inside the city hall.

With the mindless thoughts of people gathered either overhead or downstairs, Subaru still has no choice but to run his thoughts on the amount of things he has to be sure of.

If you find you survived, the next question that comes to mind is:

"Neither you nor Garfield, are you hurt?

"As you can see, there are no noticeable wounds on me and Garfield. The same goes for Ricard. All I can say is humiliating... but I was out of my hands"

――――

A jet of humiliation crossed into her voice, and Julius bit her lips hard.

The way his anger was transmitted and the same amount of remorse engulfed Subaru remembering his opponent who was relative.

What Julius was fighting for was the alfaldo of hate 'bulimia'.

To tell the truth, only he wants Subaru to tear him apart with this hand. However, even if Subaru did not discuss it, he was the only one who wanted to avoid leaking it.

It can't be calm to hear that you let that hatred escape.

"... sorry. Failure to fulfil the role entrusted to them."

"When I say that, I don't even have a kiri.... the broadcast was done, right? That means they got what they came for."

"Exactly. The voices were of the same, 'lust'. It's just... no, this was inexplicable. Anyway, the request was made. We have to discuss it."

The demand for broadcast made by the "lust", which was not even busy, can also be seen from Julius' expression. It's something I don't want to hear, but I also know it's not like I'm going to have to block my ears. Just before that,

"Broadcasting too...... another one. What happened to Mr. Krusch?

――――

"Mr. Krusch is on the top floor, just like me... no, it should have been worse than me. 'Lust' did something, and I was in pain with it..."

I think of Kursch, who was vomiting blood and peeling his white eyes.

He was exposed to so much damage without any trauma. There was so much going on that its life and death were in danger.

Plus, there's the scream of Ferris earlier. No way, I'd like to think so...

"I thought Ferris said something that wasn't even close, and I..."

"Master Kursch lives. That's all for sure."

"Don't say it in an inclusive way."

For a moment, hope was a glimpse of the way to say it, but it was also until I saw Julius' eyes.

From his expression of embarrassment at something, I can't feel anything like relief at the fact that my life was saved. On the contrary, something even more terrifying seems to be happening,

"Ferris has been doing his best. But not fragrant."

"What do you mean it's not fragrant? What's wrong with Mr. Krush... Ferris, but no. So why don't you join the others?

"Calm down. Nothing will change if you disrupt. [M] Calm down."

Julius calls a halt to Subaru's wolf, who blues his face.

However, the calmness of the repair hindered Subaru today.

"Why are you so calm! It's a good place to lose miserably!? You're mad at those guys for making you good!

"- Angry or moaning! Of course!

Julius's arm shook off Subaru, trying to grab him by stretching his arm. Subaru loses his voice when he sees Julius' eyes, shaken by his passion.

"... sorry for the rambling. I can't seem to restrain myself, so I'm immature."

Supports Subaru, who was paid his arm and nearly fell, and apologizes for Julius shaming himself. Listening to that apology, Subaru was the one who embarrassed himself. You know, I'm sick and tired of my shallowness poking at Julius's attitude.

"Kursch, is"

"... something must have been done to 'lust'. A foreign body blended into his body is rumbling around inside him. Ferris is so disturbed that he can't watch."

Krush's serious appearance clearly comes to my attention on Julius, who slows down his voice.

As long as the signs of the demon lurking inside your body are such that your flesh, bones, and soul will be shredded. That stuff, it's never the ordeal humans should taste.

I guess the inability to do anything about it leads to Ferris' attitude earlier.

Before and after waking up, Ferris seemed to blame Wilhelm. That must be reprimand for the old swordsman who accompanied him to the battlefield and failed to protect his master.

I'm sure both Ferris, who blamed him, and Wilhelm, who blamed him, understood that it was just a seizure without a place to do it.

That's why Wilhelm was silent as he was struck, and Ferris was also sobbing to hate his weakness.

About the two of you who left the room first and that master who would still suffer.

Thinking about the three of them, I could see an increasing sense of defeat pounding my chest.

It's just that Julius in Subaru, who hurts his chest with such emotion,

- Subaru, I need to make sure.

"What?

"I blame you a little for asking... but you don't seem to notice."

Subaru tilted his neck at the way Julius said farther away.

I narrowed my eyes to that Subaru and touched the body of Subaru, where Julius softly fell asleep. If you look at something and there, Julius's hand, which touched his leg, slowly lowers to the right leg femur.

It's time and I casually chase you with my gaze.

Subaru was really casual at this time. Subaru conveniently forgot about himself, remembering that Kursch was destroyed by a capella on the top floor of the city hall.

What kind of eyes were you on the verge of losing consciousness?

The fact that I was relieved that I didn't 'go back to death' meant that my unconscious understood that I was dying, otherwise I shouldn't have.

"Hey, hey!?"

His breath clogs, his throat freezes, Subaru doubts his own eyes.

I have my right leg at the end of my gaze. But...

- There are black, ugly joints of meat and right legs that are being eroded by the whiskers.

"It wasn't Ferris who connected it. It's not even healing magic. Your legs are in that state with a thousand broken legs connected to each other. I don't think I've seen the pain."

――――

Julius is right.

These ugly right legs have no pain or discomfort. If you wonder if it's not connected, your knees bend exactly as Subaru intended, and you can also move your fingers.

It's just that the wound area that connects the chopped parts is discoloured black and extends erosion up and down the foot so that the blood vessels of the spots extend.

"Subaru, I want to be sure again"

…………

Subaru cannot even speak to the spectacular changes in his feet.

to Julius' inquiry, Subaru loosely raised his face, and

"Are you sure you're okay?

The connected right leg was horribly unobstructed, not even standing and walking.

"My sister Ferris said it too, but the general's leg was scratched or sick. So even if I try to cure magic, the results are with me. I just feel like I'm healing."

Turning up the hem of his right foot, Svalbard's right foot appears to have a black blood vessel stretched over his thigh wound at its origin. The emerging text is slightly elastic when touched, and the texture is relatively close to that of the skin. I just want to think that if you just ignore the color, you can clean up the blood vessels in a word.

"Connected on my own...... when I hear that, I'm not very comfortable with it"

Needless to say, Subaru's body doesn't specialise in regeneration enough that the thousand-cut part connects on its own. It is also a testimony of memory that the experience of a blown leg is the second time, but that there was not even a sign of sticking together the first time.

Naturally, we should assume that there has been some interference, but there is only one verse that comes to mind.

"The guy in the cappella, the blood that drowned on my leg...?

It was when my right leg blew up and my consciousness was summery with the pain of massive bleeding.

Not a credible enough memory to be sure, but I'm pretty sure Capella bled from injuring her own wrist and letting that blood bathe Subaru.

I do feel like I was saying something that bothered me then. Yeah, sure...

"You did the same thing to Mr. Krush as I did."

"Well, you mean to drain blood on the wound? It's not a very pleasant act, but the ritual implications… are too direct. I've heard that spells and curses also require different procedures than the original magic."

"A curse... yes, a curse. He also said it was a blood curse. No, definitely more of another... blood curse, not a dragon... yes, dragon blood. Sure, that's what he said!

With Julius's astonishing gaze, Subaru searched for his memory and struck his hand.

Capella must have said something about a dragon's blood mixing with his own, watching Subaru suffer when he let his blood bathe.

Aside from whether that's paranoia, nonsense or falsehood, it should be an anomaly takeover.

"Dragon blood...... is that about the dragon blood tide that can be given to the royal family?

"I don't know the details. But do you have items like that? In the castle."

"There is, only. One of the treasures bestowed, according to the covenant with the Divine Dragon Volcanica. Dragon blood that brings abundant grace to the withered earth. The legacy is famous."

"That's a lot more versatile, dragon blood.... In fact, I don't know if that has anything to do with it. It could be a mystery or something."

It also bothers me that Capella named herself Royal Rugnica's family name. It would be all the more if Wilhelm told me that Emerada Lugnica actually existed.

I don't know, are you calling me a real royal? Though it is doubtful as to why the dragon's blood mixes there.

"Either way, it's good news if it's possible for blood. to the stuck Ferris, too, could be of some help"

"Oh, yeah, you do. Then let's just..."

"Admiral, I don't think you should."

Information that may finally turn something around.

Garfiel, who arms at the wall, waters Subaru, who breathes to deliver it. Garfiel shook his neck sideways at Subaru's blamed gaze as he looked back.

"Admiral, I haven't seen it yet. Then I'd rather see less of him."

"... what does that mean"

"That's the way it is. I wonder if she was a beautiful sister. It's more spicy."

Garfiel just drops his gaze on Subaru's push-kill inquiry.

Just in a way that stirs anxiety, Subaru turns a blind eye to Julius. But Julius also shook his head at Subaru with the same eyes as Garfield.

"It's a fact. Nor would Master Kursch wish to touch the human eye now. Because he's noble, he doesn't want to look weak."

"Is that really why you're so weak?

――――

Julius says nothing. Quiet, I just missed my gaze from Subaru.

One of those tricks, too much. That was the answer.

"... it's my fault"

"Subaru, it's"

"It's my fault! I... only I had to figure out how bad those guys suck! I just had to figure out that I had to be more prepared and ready to try as much as I could!

What can only be imagined about what happened to Kursch accelerates fear.

What that blame for the critical spirit brought to Subaru was anger at the helpless self and regret for the reckless and challenging lightness.

Bishop of the Great Sins of Witchcraft, you should have known the horror in your heart.

Petergius is not the only one. Before attacking the city hall, Subaru continued to encounter two people, Sirius and Regulus. And yet how could I underestimate the cappella?

With all the fighting power around you, I can say that even if you are at a disadvantage, you can retreat, etc., other than the chronic mind. It's all a mistake of my own.

"All of it, I..."

"- Yes, sir. No crying, no losing, that's all. When you shut up because you're loud"

Subaru carrying all the heavy pressure and sinking into a sea of self-loathing.

Jumping into Subaru's ears like that isn't the kind of voice that gently pulls up the sinking Subaru. It's a ruthless voice that stares at the sinking Subaru with cold eyes and leaks boring exhalation.

――――

Point your gaze at the entrance to the big room.

Then he slapped his hand there and saw the person collecting the room's gaze all together - soft purple hair and a woman merchant standing holding up a mild face.

She glanced at Subaru with a gruesome slaughter eye, not commensurate with its soft face,

"Anastasia......"

"I know I feel like I'm going to be overnight losing the fight, but I'm going to have trouble surrounding myself even if they just say stupid things without a damn reflection or anything. He's an asshole. So there's no way you're going to get back the things you took away or the time you took away, so don't get him to stomp on you."

Anastasia says so, cursing Subaru, who is struck by a sense of defeat.

For a moment, Subaru was stiff not knowing what he had been told, but the next moment when understanding caught up, anger engulfed him. But...

"Dear Anastasia, I would like you to revoke it. Subaru, who touched upon the vices of witchcraft in the closest proximity, has nothing to regret or mourn..."

"I won't, Julius. The Iron Fire's still going on, huh? But if you're in the mood to play with friends, Joshua is better, right?

"... eh"

Julius, who tried to shelter Subaru, is silenced by the Lord's cold gaze. Subaru, whose thoughts were overheated by its appearance, also felt exposed to cold water, which left him confused without knowing how to get out of Anastasia.

and thus saw the Subaru who lose sight of the words, Anastasia wrapped around the fox collar that adorned her neck,

"... ma, yeah. Julius. What, you got business at Mr. Krush's and the others? It's done. And that blonde over there, I need you to come out for a second. Yeah?

Julius and Garfiel are urged to leave the room and Anastasia sees Subaru.

If there are four people in the room, two of them are gone, Subaru and Anastasia will confront each other one-on-one, though.

"Make it worse."

Anastasia smiles not cute and promises so.

Then Julius walked out first in a gracious manner, followed by Garfiel, also with a vigilant eye. Until the end, Garfiel was sending his carefree gaze to Subaru, but when he nodded at him on the verge of leaving the room, he left to shake it off.

"Garfield, you're so cute. Worried about Natsuki-kun till the end, isn't it like running out of profit for your brother?

"... you didn't leave me because you wanted to talk to the public like that"

Subaru responds to Anastasia, who spills her emotions for Garfiel, who has left, with some last-minute exchanges.

Looking back at that Subaru, Anastasia glanced around the room slightly as she stroked her hair, and stood the fallen chair in the half-broken room, lowering her hips there.

"You're stuck. Talking to Natsuki-kun slowly like this... goes back to about the night before crusading the white whale."

"Even then we just talked clerically. You know, if you're doing this, right? Even though I said I got the city building back, the situation is nothing..."

"Yes, nothing has changed. Rather, it's getting worse. We have to do something about it."

Until then, Subaru was noticed by a swallowing voice that seemed somewhere soothingly oblivious to the situation, turning and wrapping around the sharpness of the blade.

Subaru stretching his spine unintentionally, Anastasia looked at such Subaru's legs,

"I cut a thousand and stuck around. I heard, are your legs okay? It's going to look a lot like this."

"Fortunately, it doesn't seem to interfere with flying or jumping. It's disgusting the other way around."

"So. if you can fly around, most importantly. Still, I'm sure there's plenty to do if you don't want me to.... but before that."

Anastasia breathes, using Subaru's injuries to the extent of the conversation.

When Subaru frowned at the signs of getting to the point, she fingered the ceiling - no, pointing up,

"Did you hear the third broadcast after Natsuki and the others attacked?

"No, I didn't hear you. So I don't know what they said... maybe they stuck with a demand, but I didn't hear it."

"Twice out of three, it's too accidental to miss asking, Natsuki-kun"

He puts his hand on his mouth and laughs as he shrugs, and Anastasia distorts Subaru's lips in dissatisfaction. Just keep her gaze up with her mouth hidden with her hands,

"One of the demands, I'm sure - we and Natsuki-kun only know that."

"Only to me and Mr. Anastasia?

What do you mean, Subaru puts a question mark in the back of his brain.

Between Subaru and Anastasia, I have never felt anything in common before. In the first place, this is even the first time we've had a proper discussion.

With such a rare relationship, where do we know what we have in common with each other -,

"- Oh, boy, Anna. Sometimes, all you can do is show off. [M] I don't think that's exactly what happened this time."

"-!?

A third party voice that sounded abruptly on the tympanic membrane of the contemplated Subaru.

The voices, neither Subaru's nor Anastasia's, were voices with a neutral sound somewhere.

I rush my gaze around, but there are no such people around me. After Julius and Garfield left, there were no signs or signs of people approaching the entrance.

Then where did the voice come from?

"That's what I'm talking about. You're not kidding me. Natsuki-kun, there's no such thing as mayhem."

"Well, you've done something wrong."

"What, with whom...!?

Have a conversation with the voice of that third party, as Anastasia normally does.

That did not help relieve Subaru's astonishment, and Subaru was breathtaking in his attempt to appeal to reveal just who this confusion was.

"I'm sorry I surprised you"

――――

My eyes, they fit.

A third party who spoke up. Suddenly, the Lord of another voice who interrupted this occasion.

No, the Lord of that voice did not interrupt. I've been in this room since the beginning.

With Anastasia, I was entering this room.

"My name is Echidna. Well, I don't know what to say... a kind of artificial spirit."

"Eki...... Huh!?

In front of Subaru swallowed by a double shock, it smiles cleverly.

Lift the edge of your mouth and narrow your eyes. That must have been a laugh.

- At the neck of Anastasia, the fox, which was simulated on the collar roll, is smiling.

With the name of the unforgettable witch and the name of her own birth as the Spirit.