Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

The shelters present in the city Pristella total twenty five hundred for each compartment.

Following Al's offer to accompany him, Subaru and the others, who had decided to turn in turn from the most likely streets where there was a searcher, had been asked to act cautiously to avoid fighting whenever possible.

"Even so, I think it's too much. I have that brother. I don't know why we're so surprised, bro."

"I've never been over cautious. We have limited power up here. The enemy is a strong enemy. You can't be alarmed for a second. And those who are not enemies or enemies don't want to inspire them."

Anastasia's opinion in the city hall - the possibility of popular anxiety developing into a riot - has an undeniable aspect, although I do not want it to happen.

Subaru's policy of wanting to go around the shelter and see how it goes while recruiting troops is also a bitter measure to counter that anxiety.

"Heck, yeah.... I can't complain about you choosing a safe path. If it's a fight, I can't count on that brother."

"... you, you say that all the time, can't you really fight? Even so, you came to the city hall, didn't you?

"You can't fight. If you're talking about dualism, you can fight. But that's only a story in a dimension that fits into a human frame. I tried to deal with the people who stepped out of the area, and in an instant, I was dealing with Mob, who was dead at the edge of the screen. Impossible, too reckless"

Ring the joints of the helmet, wave with only your right arm and Al expresses his powerlessness.

I find some dissatisfaction with that attitude, but at the same time his ambitions were also common to Subaru. No matter how hard you try, the realm you won't reach.

In surviving this world, or maybe the body is made differently from the ground up. No matter how much you build your body, Julius or Garfield. Not to mention I can't think of a vision that will reach Reinhardt in the end.

"But that's no reason not to fight."

"Really? I think I can't win because I don't fight enough. Yeah, other than leaving something behind or something like that. I'm not that character."

――――

"Don't be angry, brother. What you're trying to do is splendid. I can't do it. That's all I'm talking about. Oops."

This discussion is also a parallel line, beyond the mutual will being established.

When Subaru presses silence, he apologizes for Al's loss of mood, realizes the signs and looks up. Landing ahead of that gaze is Garfield, who was securing his way forward.

limbs to the cobblestone, and returned almost silently, Garfiel wrinkled on his nose,

"Until the other three streets are clear. Quiet back to the creeps. Safe is the other way around."

Even though I said it smelled like kina, Garfiel is sniffing.

I want to avoid a fight. However, situations that are not encountered with the events that are supposed to occur also incite anxiety. Neither mood, but also the fact that we don't allow time to hesitate.

"I can't help worrying. The destination shelter is right in front of us. For one thing, let's go that far together. The road's gonna be okay, right?

"My nose and eyes aren't hooked. Shh, shh, shh."

Scratch the short blonde hair and Garfiel kicks the ground in frustration.

When Subaru nodded, Al shrugged his shoulders silently to show he had no objection.

It's been about fifteen minutes since I left the city hall, but the journey was peaceful with the attention I paid and my back. Worst of all, it is no exaggeration to say that you ate a shoulder watermark because it also considered that the witchcraft that occupied the city was surprisingly filling the path.

"I think the witchcraft brought gestures in this raid, didn't I?

Running, Al just looks around and says that. Turning his gaze toward you, Subaru asked him, "Why do you think so?"

"That's a simple story, because you don't have enough hands for surveillance. Your brothers are feeling it, aren't they? Witchmen are sweet on their sides instead of handy enough to hold down city steeples. The same goes for allowing the rebels freedom. If you're serious about passing the demands, you don't."

"Is it a stone to seal it up everywhere and increase the certainty that demands will pass? Then I wonder why they don't do it. You got something for me?

"Come on, I don't know that far. But imagine it."

Al trying to throw the discussion away on the way, but when Subaru turns his grim gaze, he probably laughs bitterly in his helmet and often thinks about it before

"- It doesn't matter if you make another demand or not, does it?

"What?"

"If you seriously want to go through the demands, pack them in more precise detail. But I and my brothers agree that there are holes that are going to fall out of the gap wind... then I'm not seriously going to pass the demands. Just go through. You don't have to go through. Like that."

"What the hell...... so it's not just harassment......!

"Aren't you harassing me? Is that what they do?

Al responds with a blurred voice to Subaru, who is going out of time.

In that last inquiry, Subaru is breathtaking and unable to create a word of denial.

- Just harassment.

To imagine the viciousness of the witchcraft guys, that possibility can never be laughed off. This raid always seems to be taking the lead and hitting the best hand, but there are many things that certainly don't fall to heart.

There were signs that Capella and Alfaldo were ambushing the Subaru during the attack at the city hall. Nonetheless, it lacks the presence of Sirius and Regulus and avoids the full input of force. The same goes for not killing each and every one of the Subaru.

The inadequacy of the response in the urban occupation in question now is also a testament to the fact that they are not doing their best for a purpose.

"Admiral! Don't listen to such a bastard. I'll blow you right into our general and crush you, won't I?

Garfiel hits a scolding from side to side at Subaru, who falls into the sea of thought. His fierce gaze turned toward Al, who walks side by side with Subaru as he

"I don't know what to do. Arrange things. I don't even feel like fighting, you bastard. Shut up! Whatever they're up to, they're gonna smash it, smash it, smash it! That's all I need to know."

"Isn't that another one of those things called rambling in polarity? It's true that I'm weak enough to go head-on with them, but it doesn't matter what they think. Or something? Do you have any trouble figuring out what they're thinking?"

- Me too.

Once, the fangs sound sharp and Garfiel stops to scrape the ground. At the same time Al stopped, and the two stared at each other with an atmosphere that was not calm.

interrupted briefly in between, Subaru pressed his hand against the chest of both sides,

"Wait! What, you guys? Not if you're breaking up like this right now."

"You're one of us, General. This guy, he's not good. You should definitely cut and throw it away here."

"It's no sentiment to fight aggressively, but you're not a peace movement maniac enough to penetrate irresistibility against someone who's motivated, neither am I."

Garfiel ringing fist bones and Al turning his neck.

Subaru also gets angry at the two who are somewhat in the belligerent air.

A stingy thing pierces my body around my stomach, and I feel like beating the two of them up and beating them up while I'm at it -.

"... you're crazy"

Have a head for thinking overheated and about to instantly interrupt the slaughtered answer.

Whatever it takes, it leaps too far. Not to mention something wrong with remembering the animosity and frustration we've had so far with our people.

It's like being caught in a collision between two people in front of you...

"No way......"

Emotions and thoughts that didn't work out the way I thought they would, Subaru felt his fear run on his spine. Because Subaru had already felt the exact same disgust many times.

"Sirius's guy's, is it affecting...!?

Svalbard looks around as he stretches his cheek and encourages his consciousness to awaken.

There is no such thing as a Phantom in the sight of a tour. I can't even hear my deaf voice. Yet the feeling of darkness hangs heavily on Subaru's entire body.

"Hey, Garfield, Al, don't! Take a deep breath, calm down. I don't know how you feel about this. Probably the effect of Anger. My emotions are out of control."

"Ah? What are you talking about, General? That's why this bastard's upset...... no"

――――

Garfiel holds his face down with his palms as he tries to bite Subaru's words. shaking his head slowly, Garfield blinked several times,

"... are you serious? Oh, I'm a little distracted."

"That's what the Anger guy is capable of. I'll check, but there's no enemy around, is there?

"There's no smell, no sign of it... that's for sure. But..."

Garfield's warfare is lucid because he can trust his senses.

In other words, the scope of Sirius' powers is nothing more than far beyond our imagination. If it is certain that the Phantom is in control, the range of its powers is almost city-wide. Regardless, there must be a difference in degree compared to what I felt in the square -.

"I see. Is this what it feels like to be emotionally impressed by someone else? Surely this guy doesn't want to taste it again and again. I know it sucks."

Just like Garfiel, Al, who shook off the rush of instant emotion, spills so.

He looks at Subaru and squeaks his jaw,

"But brothers. This is gonna suck if we don't hurry up a bit, right?

"What the hell. What are you talking about?

"We were aware that our brothers had noticed and that they were going crazy because they were listening to us. But it's not like that, except for the people involved. If this feeling is spreading all over the city... the average person who doesn't know anything can't stay sane."

"-!"

Al's worst imagination passes the back of his brain, and Subaru faces Garfiel. Garfiel, who came to the same imagination, nodded back, and instantly the two turned their heels back and ran out with all their might. The aim is the immediate shelter.

"Wait, wait!

Late to the two of us, Al also comes after us from behind with a hasty bare gesture.

With the speed in mind, Subaru kicks the ground and doesn't even have eyes around him. Garfiel is a sharper and farther step in than Subaru, leaving Subaru in no time, and turning three corners ahead, he becomes invisible.

According to the map, the tip of the corner where Garfield disappeared should be one of the shelters.

"The road's on alert!

"Garfiel jumped in first. I'm not rambling. There's nobody here!

Answering the call from behind abusively, the Subaru also reached the corner only slightly behind Garfiel. Turning down the road without killing the momentum, I see a stone hut.

Running into the rampantly open door, confirm that there is a staircase leading from there to the basement. Anyway, as I ran down the stairs, I eventually opened my dim vision and...

"You're lying..."

- Blood buildup, bitterness, and a hell of a picture of the snort was unfolding.

"Killing each other, killing each other... only 20% have breath. They're absolutely at peace, and the situation sucks."

I looked around again at the misery and spilled a whine that Al pushed his emotions to death.

Sitting beside it, Subaru has no energy to respond.

In the shelter that ran in, there were killings between the assembled refugees.

Perhaps the first cut is trivial.

Time to be pushed into a narrow space and frightened by the demands of witchcraft.

In such a time, a softly bad idea creeps into its heart. Doesn't it make things better if you stay jizzy? Shouldn't we move on to something?

The thought floated evokes action, which requires contact with others. However, not all of what such contacts bring will be tied to good results.

The same thing happens when Garfield and Al clash on the road.

But Svalbard wasn't here to stop it. The rhetoric accelerates, each other's emotions bump into each other, which also infects the surroundings, and the same effects return.

The more mutually reinforcing it becomes, the more difficult it is to indulge in hatred and frustration towards each other, and the more tragic it is as a result.

"Survival ah Stun, wound healed. The burial of the dead... we have to put them behind us. Admiral, contact me."

"I did." Iron Fang "should be coming this way. I think we can take care of the transport of the survivors. … here's the problem"

the amplification and propagation of emotions, Subaru looked sweetly at the damage caused by these

In a closed space called shelter, the amplitude of the waves of emotions that come to the hearts of trapped people is unexpected. Of course you can't want anything positive, and even if it was negative, the results change dramatically.

If the way it begins doesn't lead to grief, mourning, or active action.

But if the first spread of emotion is like anger, it is clear that the result will be the same as this shelter.

"I'm talking about being thorough enough to escape into the shelter... that could have turned into a vendetta"

Assuming that the power of 'anger' is like the sharing and amplification of emotions, the more humans within its reach, the more effective it will be.

An early story is a form in which people around you become mirrors and the light you emit returns to you only by the number of mirrors you emit. If you replace light with emotion, it goes without saying its amplification.

Even contacting others has terrible consequences.

Under these circumstances of anxiety and fear, it is the power to force you to be alone.

"I get revulsion..."

"Admiral, what are you going to do? I agree with you about touring the shelter."

After the treatment, Garfiel, sweating on his forehead, looks anxious. I also knew how anxious he felt, and Subaru worried about words about what to respond to.

I can't get my thoughts together. I do not believe that the very proposal to go around asylum, to cooperate for the fight and to call for it not to be abandoned is wrong.

But the impending situation will not allow Subaru long enough time to go around the city.

It was the people who could be counted as the forces of war that the struggle could instead have led to tragedy. I even think that the current situation in which the shelter acts as a test tube for emotions, rather it would be a better practice to persuade people to leave the shelter to increase their respective survival rates.

"But in that case, if we can't get the control back, we'll all die"

It is a shelter that exists in the city of Pristela.

Perhaps these shelters should also be designed to deal with the big water in the event of the water gate being released. In the unlikely event that Subaru and the others are powerless and the watergate is freed, the people who were out of the shelter for fear of intercourse will not be helped.

Whether you're inside or out, there's no such thing as a complete safety precaution.

"Admiral..."

――――

Garfiel's voice pierces the side of Subaru, which is hard to decide.

It is the face and voice that seeks answers, salvation, Subaru. He's looking for signs in the dark in an attempt to shine a light he can count on.

What should I say to that face?

It's the same with me. It's the same with Subaru who can't find the answer in the dark.

But knock on such a weak sound. That's what it means. With a seizure, who can save it with eight hits? If you have time to say weak sounds, say one word that makes sense now.

Words that will help someone, even one thing.

"Admiral, with the Admiral... again, you rely on people for convenient spells, brother. You're acting so good, you're gonna cry."

But it was the man of the ship's arms who broke the silence of Subaru, a busy thought. Al's gaze as he kept his back on the wall and looked around at the tragedy looks at Garfiel.

Garfiel was only distracted for a moment by the dry narrative,

"Ah? Well, what does that mean..."

"Do you understand if I have to ask? That's exactly what I meant. It would be easier to stop thinking and throw and leave it to judgment. Is a general a magic spell? It's Superman's name."

Al, who blocks words and shows an attitude that mocks Garfiel.

"I can see you're counting on me, but does the guy here look like such a big guy? You're stronger if you beat each other up. It's much better if someone compares wisdom. Luck doesn't mean you can believe what they say about this situation."

"Uh-oh! Don't you dare speak to the Admiral! What do you know about this guy? What does this guy mean, awesome!

"Wow, you're a kid. What's so great about it? Really amazing, how could you do something about this situation? Or are you just messing with me, even though I've come up with a way to do something about it?

Al doesn't break his sarcastic attitude to the arousing garfiel. Subaru can't say anything back to Al as he bends over and peeks into this one's face.

stretching his spine to that reaction, Al went on to say, "Is that what you saw?"

"It's a big deal if you carry everything and you can handle that. It's the main player's vessel. But the majority of ordinary people can't afford such a role, and they're powerless. Of course I am, my brothers are no different. And yet, why do you have to be beaten by all that? Don't expect me to. I know it's pathetic."

――――

I'm not sure Subaru knows what Al is trying to say.

For a moment, are you once again swallowed by the power of 'anger'? If so, what emotion is it now that dominates Al's mind?

Anger, sadness, any emotions.

It seems as if you're angry, moaning, laughing, and it's even hard to stipulate which emotions inspired you.

"Hey, brother. What's bothering you?"

"... what the hell"

How to save this city. How people who escape into the shelter don't have to be scratched.

How to help Emilia out. How to heal Krush. How to get Rem back. Way to kick the witchcraft guys out. Best way to go, how everyone can be saved.

"Can't you just answer for your princess?"

――――

Subaru lifted his face loosely to Al's voice like he was disappointed.

Al is looking down at Jizz Subaru. He's wearing a helmet, so I can't peek at the look on his face. But for some reason Subaru got the feeling he could tighten his chest.

"I, the princess'... act for Priscilla. So I'm not even interested in talking about the other guys, when it comes to blowing them up. This is how I act with my brothers, and my intention is to increase my own survival rate and the likelihood of encountering a princess."

"Al......"

"So you don't know what it's like to be a brother. That's important, this is a priority too... then I can't see what's most important. I can't believe you want to do something about it all, that's a constant phrase from a guy who can't be desperate for something important."

Tongue pounding, Al pushing and killing some emotion.

Garfiel couldn't even interrupt the impending appearance. And Subaru, who can be exposed directly to that emotion, cannot return the exact words to him either.

"Isn't that the silver-haired lady that matters most to you brothers? If you're just going to help the lady, you should be able to act instead of just bothering her. It's easy."

"... you're not going to tell me you're impotent. The bastard who took Emilia will definitely bust her ass, but because he will, he still stands nothing on the math. It's easy."

"But there's less to bear than trying to help them all out. If you feel less and lighter, the distance you can reach and the range you can change. Didn't I?"

Subaru's weak words of resistance are played into Al's biting opinion.

"Are you going to be a saint or a hero? If that's the case, it doesn't look good."

I shrug my shoulders and cut Al off that Subaru's confusion or stray itself is ridiculous. Listening to that his opinion, Subaru has to be puzzled.

When Subaru, who calls himself Anastasia in the city hall, makes exactly the kind of statement that goes through the will, it is Al who has no other side.

To a bad scratch equal to self-satisfaction, it was Al who showed consent.

And yet here he is, and how can he turn his opinions around?

"What you're saying is completely different from what you just said. Either you're willing to take my side or you're not."

"No, no, not at all. I didn't say it was bad for me to pass through self-satisfaction. I'm talking about the limit of self-satisfaction, and it's about time you saw it. The idea of a brother trying to help everyone was denied seeing the tragedy of this shelter, right? That's enough, then, isn't it? Honestly, just protect what's important."

"What are you talking about... running away? In this situation?

"Am I wrong? What's wrong with choosing to run away before things get out of hand? Collect Princess Olesa and let her escape from the city. There's no reason for me to risk my life for the people here."

With his fingers in from the neck of his helmet, Al stares at Subaru, who is stunned as he scratches his neck.

"Do the same with your brothers. Miss...... just help Emilia, you just have to run. Whatever the witchcraft, it's a pest that springs up and out, crushed or crushed. It's like a passing pass. Just get involved and lose it."

Al's idea is not one answer.

Subaru totally agrees that the witches are pests. The very fact that you don't get any benefit from being involved, you don't want to deny it.

But they've been involved. Subaru must take action in order to pay for the firepowder that will descend.

From Al, I guess I don't know why I have to act on that.

Regardless, apart from the imminent situation that Emilia is in captivity. However, even if Emilia were irrelevant, Subaru would not choose the option of escape.

Why? That's why...

"You don't have to be brothers. Why would a brother do that?"

"If a child pops up at the intersection of the red light, don't pull your hand and take him back to the sidewalk before you figure out why.... Probably like that"

――――

To Subaru's answer, I found Al breathtaking.

Myself, there is a part of me that wonders if the answer I just said is really okay with that answer. It's also true that when I just thought about it, the words came out really well, and it's also true that my chest got lighter.

"I'm not thinking about the hard stuff. I was here, so I'll do whatever I can. I know people here often don't get it. But..."

I wonder if it would be cowardly to decide that it didn't arrive.

I'm sure that's what Subaru shouldn't do.

"I want..."

Garfiel tries to call on Subaru, who answers with a serene face.

But Garfiel hesitated to say a word of 'General'. I guess Al just pointed that out to me now, and still resisted repeating it.

Subaru was just a little happy with Garfiel's consideration of getting lost there.

One thing at the same time, I've noticed. I've come up with something.

This, you might be able to take the power of 'Anger' backwards, handsy.

"Garfield, don't hesitate. Call it what you've always done."

――――

"At first I thought it smelled like lighting, but now it's getting tight. I can't guarantee I'll live up to that expectation, but I'll do exactly what I can."

I don't even know how Subaru is reflected in the gaze of Garfield's expectations.

However, in situations where Garfield thought it was a trail, it was the result of Subaru's actions that he sometimes saw hope in Subaru. Once, just like when I cursed one girl.

So Subaru has to take responsibility for his actions.

"... oh, my lord, Admiral. All right, man. I can help you, too. So I hope I didn't say anything weak."

"Oops. Then help me. If I leave the injured here to The Iron Fang, I have to go back to the city hall immediately. Anastasia would disagree."

Standing up with his ass paid, Subaru slapped Garfiel's shoulder with a nod.

Garfiel snorted rough and fisted, saw how it was, then looked back, tilting his neck toward Al, who was silent,

"My stomach is set. It may not be the way you wanted it to be."

"... do as you please, brother. At least it makes sense if you find the princess or stay with your brothers."

Instead of getting the suggestion kicked head-on, Al responds that way without even peeking into his discomfort.

Even though he feels something that doesn't sincerely fall into that attitude, Subaru turns his foot outside the shelter and prepares to move into action as soon as reinforcements are available.

Garfiel continues on that back, a little further away and Al follows.

Looking at the backs of the two going forward, Al turned only his right arm behind his head to support his neck, exhaling for a long time,

"That's how...... meet the expectations of all kinds of guys, what happens. It hurts, I'm sure you don't know."