Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

For a moment Emilia didn't know what she said.

Breathtaking by accident. And, the young man in front of him - Leggles raises his hand lightly with a smile on Emilia's reaction.

"Oh, I'm sorry for all of a sudden. I might have surprised you a little. I honestly apologize for that. Seems like I've said it many times, but I'm a man who can apologize. Some ugly people in the world overlap excuses for not being able to admit their own nonsense, but that means they can't admit their mistakes either. The vessel is too small to like, right? I think that's what happens because I can't go wrong with one thing, I'm wrong with everything from birth to this moment, but how arrogant is that? If I could look more firmly under my feet and properly recognize how small I am compared to what a big thing the world is, I wouldn't be able to do that, do you mean the character of the person with one apology? It's a glimpse of humanity. Don't you think?

"Uh, it's important to apologize, right?

"Yes! Yes, it's important to apologize. Good. It's obvious, but you seem to understand that point. Above all. There are unexpectedly many people in the world who don't understand what is so obvious. I don't like it. Well, the way the couple perceives apologies doesn't seem to be a problem. Looks like I'll be doing well with you in the future, above all. So, it was about the apology. Problem is, I was a little rushed..."

That's all I said, Leggles' gaze looks at Emilia from top to bottom. Emilia, just wrapped a towel around her body, stiffened herself a little to that gaze.

"Yeah, shame matters even between couples. I think you are very good at that. [M] On top of that, an earlier inquiry, I hope you don't get me wrong. I wasn't trying to make sure you were a virgin from a carefree point of view. I've told you many times, I'm a husband and you're a wife. Couples must be bound by strong affection and compassion. It is only natural to dedicate everything to each other, beyond connecting each other in a chain of love for a long and long time. So you haven't been touched by another man... I want that certainty"

"Other people, untouched sure......?

"Of course, it's nonsense to try to be solid evidence with or without a hymen. But as a single litmus stone, I believe it is of great importance. So even though I dared to think I might make you feel bad, I asked. I just want you to know that this is because I love you. It's not like I found out about the virginity of someone I don't love. I love you, so make sure."

Fluently and fluently, Leggles continues to talk hard about the basis of his thoughts. Flirting by the wave of words, Emilia remembers something creepy about Leggles speaking pale.

To his appearance, the visionary sensation he feels from time to time extensively irritates his chest, and the content that slips like the water poured into him is hard to catch on to his memory. I just figured out one thing.

The word virgin, which he attaches importance to. That's...

"So, I want to hear it again. - Hey, are you a virgin? What do you say?"

"Um, what's that shojo? I'm sorry. I've never heard of you."

"... what?

Emilia answers the question released in full with regret.

I know the Leggles have a strong attachment to it, but Emilia doesn't really know what it is. Probably about a girl.

Emilia's words cloud the expression of Leggles listening back in a low voice.

When he lay his eyes down, he remained silent. Anxiety builds up in thought-provoking bareback, but its silence is short besides thoughts.

Leggles reached out to Emilia as he opened his eyes cuttingly. And

"Excellent. - You're my ideal maiden."

"Eh?

Holding Emilia's hand, Leggles had a sunny grin on its face.

That's a really delightful face, unlike the smile I had earlier. A glorious look, like when a parent gave a toy that a child wanted.

Leggles shook Emilia's hand up and down he shook, nodding again and again.

"That's right, it has to be. I didn't even think it would be appropriate as a litmus stone to see the virginity of my body. But even in the true sense, purity is something that lives in my heart. Your body's a virgin. It's natural! What really matters is that you are a virgin to that heart. I feel like I've reached the truth. Isn't that amazing? You're supposed to be filled with new things for me."

――――

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Don't worry, I'll welcome you to my wife. And I realized it was important because of you. [M] You can't just ask me if I'm a virgin in the future when I welcome my new wife. If you don't be as good as a child who doesn't know what a virgin means, you will devalue your wife. Not if my heart is fornicating. You don't deserve my wife."

Let go of Emilia and Leggles is taking the steps in a pleasant manner.

The meaning of his statement doesn't make Emilia a good pick up. In the first place, I don't know the true meaning of the statement that I'm a husband and a wife. Emilia's perception is that a couple should be one father and one mother at a time, but Leggles' remarks call for the presence of multiple wives.

That is far from Emilia's common sense as to the way the couple are. Are we talking about something else that sounds the same?

"Whoa, I can't keep you dressed like that forever, can I? I'll get you dressed soon. - One hundred eighty-four! Come."

――――

Leggles mouths the number on the sieve with room for confused Emilia. Then it was the woman who left the room leaving Emilia who showed up from across the hallway.

When the long-haired blonde lays beside the Leggles in a gruesome stand-up, she is greeted with a compliment on the spot. Leggles pulls his jaw at her tricks like that,

"To her...... get dressed at seventy-nine. Execute the wedding as soon as you are ready. She's in the same position as you. [M] I want you to be close and take care of him."

――――

"Yeah, you stopped laughing. - Good boy. You're a good wife."

Leggles muttered contentedly to the woman who had just pulled her jaw silently.

Then when he walks over to Emilia, who is still left in the situation, he gently inserts his finger into this silver hair and strokes his long hair.

I'll see you later.

"Yep..."

Emilia's instincts are about to complain about it, saying it should not be defied.

When he nodded at Emilia's short answer, Leggles heard it, making footsteps and disappearing across the hallway.

When he is invisible, Emilia realizes that her body has been released from tension. So unconsciously, my vigilance towards the Leggles worked.

Just relaxed and seemed to be there Leggles - and yet the unusual oppression of its existence made Emilia think of a comparable threat when it was relative to the Great Rabbit.

"Come here."

The woman beside him called Emilia, who had always looked at her disappeared back, to the sieve. The first woman's voice I've ever heard is a clear beauty reminiscent of a string. But the voice was also the same as the expression, a strong one that froze the emotion of emotion.

"Um, I'm sorry. I have a lot to ask..."

"Get dressed."

"The same goes for getting dressed, but let me tell you something... do you know where we are? Me, in the Great Square of Pristella, with a witch...... Ah, too."

Ignoring Emilia trying to ask questions, a woman just walks out. While rushing behind it, Emilia manages to grasp the situation and hits the question sooner rather than later, but the pin and the correct back just bounced all of it back silently.

It was next to the room where Emilia was sleeping, where she was also forced to fill the room with furniture, in a room of simple construction, that led her to go ahead.

"This was originally a different room..."

"My husband was brought in, such as a closet for costumes. Seventy-nine, get dressed."

"Is that seventy-nine about me? Earlier, I think Leggles called me that, too. Are you..."

"It's number one hundred eighty-four. Same as you, his wife's."

"Same as me..."

When the door closes, a woman - hence the woman named one hundred and eighty-four - responds to the conversation.

It's the same frozen voice of emotion, but it's a sign we're finally going to be able to have a conversation.

"I've heard that wife over and over again, but what do you mean wife? Then I'm not going to be Leggles' wife..."

"Even if you're not going to, he's going to be. And his intention means that your will has nothing to do with it."

"That's not weird. You have to marry your husband to be your wife, right? I'm not married to Leggles, and I'm not willing to. It's the men and the women who marry each other who have to like each other the whole time. Me, something I still can't promise anyone like that."

"If it's a wedding, it's going to happen soon. So, that's it."

One hundred and eighty-four have no ears to hear Emilia's words. Emilia was increasingly puzzled by signs that the conversation seemed to be and had not been concluded.

In the meantime, number one hundred eighty-four walks over to Emilia and tries to peel off the towel kettle that is wrapped around her body.

"Do it. Hey, what are you doing?

"Get dressed for the bridesmaid costume right away. Fortunately, we have a range of costumes. When I take them off to put them to bed, don't worry, they are sure of their size."

"Are you the one who made me naked?

"Did you think it was your husband? Rest assured. He doesn't have a hobby for taking a good peek at a woman's skin, and he's not into women in the first place. See if you're a virgin, and you won't do anything."

"You, too, talk about that shojo?

"... surprised. No way, you really don't know, not act?

For the first time, I caught a glimpse of something emotional in the expression of one hundred and eighty-four. To the faint peeking surprise Emilia circles her eyes, then smiles thinly.

"What. You can be surprised, too. Then I wish you could laugh and talk to me. I think it would look better on you."

"... because my husband doesn't want it. I would also advise you that your husband likes your normal face. It would be wise not to laugh, grieve, or change your expression. Hopefully, you shouldn't even open your mouth."

"You mean don't talk? Why?"

"I don't know what would violate your husband's rights."

Peel the towel kettle from Emilia, and one hundred and eighty-four will give you your underwear. I received it. Wearing it, I see it was the right size.

One hundred and eighty-four exhale long into the lid to Emilia, who turns her hands and feet in her underwear.

"What's wrong?

"... no, think it's beautiful. Thin limbs, white skin, its long silver hair."

"-? Thanks. I'm happy to compliment you. You say it that way because there's only about Subaru and Anne."

"Subaru...... man, is it?

"Yes, my knight. I think you're worried about me. So I'd like to be quick to see where you are right now..."

Perhaps you're worried terribly.

Don't worry about Subaru getting hit in the back of Emilia's brain. He has Beatrice on him, and Emilia can't imagine Subaru falling into such a predicament in the first place. Subaru will probably do something about it.

That is why the status quo, which is caught without being able to say anything to Subaru, is incompetent.

"Never speak to your husband about that man called Subaru"

"Oh, why?

"Because if I borrow your husband's words, I doubt the virginity of my heart."

"Also, the story of Shojo?

Even though you can't explain it to me, I'm having trouble being justified for it.

No further explanation is given to Emilia pointing her lips, and the one hundred and eighty-fourth, when she takes the white dress out of the closet, matches it to Emilia's body.

Beautiful dress with a vibrant look and a number of flashy ornaments.

"But it's hard to move."

"Disgruntled is also wiser not to be spoken of. I'll get dressed."

Leaning her neck as to whether such beautiful clothes would suit her, Emilia went through her sleeves and dressed herself in a dress as instructed by one hundred and eighty-four.

"- Oh, okay. After all, you look just as good in white as I thought."

"... thanks"

Seeing Emilia dressed up, Leggles said so in the sunshine.

His appearance is also different from when we came across him in the hallway ahead. When Emilia looked at it she noticed, Leggles let her clothes collar spread lightly,

"It's an important wedding. Being me as I usually don't decorate is not one idea, but I can't let that boring obsession embarrass you. Ideally, couples don't feel bitter about caring for each other. I'm not going to make you feel burdensome about this, but I want you to know that I'm a man who can take some change for you. The venue will be ready soon."

"Venue… you mean here"

In a white tuxedo, the dressed legulus follows his neck, and Emilia also looks into the space where she is.

It is a diocese - a diocese that is correct and used for important rituals, starting with weddings.

Emilia, forced to change to number one hundred and eighty-four, was first noticed to have been in a controlled room when she went out of the building. As it were, Emilia was brought to this cathedral by number one hundred and eighty-four, a short ride from the control.

There are a number of shadows in the cathedral that move around at the altar, decorating the interior of the building and preparing for the wedding solemnly. And it was all the beautiful women who dressed up, silently and silently, who set up the venue.

"They're my wives, kids in the same position as you. My wife has a total of two hundred and ninety-one...... sadly, many children have broken up with me. Still, I intend to love them equally for still leaning on me. Naturally, right? The way you love someone, the way your husband is, is badly distorted. I would never do such an injustice. [M] Pour the determined love, only for the determined, in the determined way. No bias, no inequality, no injustice there. I want you to feel safe. I love you equally."

"What are you talking about..."

"- Sir. We need to talk."

Weird, when Emilia tried to keep going.

The hundred and eighty-four that were lined up step forward and speak to the Leggles. Leggles, in his hundred and eighty-fourth words, faintly piqued his eyebrows.

"You know what? You see me talking to her right now, don't you? Don't you think talking to me then is an act of spreading poison on the buds of love that I and she are growing up with? I don't know if you think. I think it's important for couples to have that kind of small consideration. That's how you've come to say it, isn't it? And yet, to interrupt, I mean to make my little wish go away. One hundred and eighty-four, what do you think?

"I'm sorry. But it's an important story. I'm worried about my husband, too, even though I know I can't give it away. Please listen to me."

Leggles that speak fast and overflow swordswallowing signs from all over his body. But one hundred and eighty-four, exposed to its sharp signs, advance without breaking his fortitude.

Nature and the Leggles pulled more punctual signs into that attitude.

"... Fine. Tell me. Showing generosity to your wife is also a natural measure for your husband. I'm not the man to blame for not being able to do that."

"Thank you. Um, about the broadcast a while ago...... is everything okay? If anything gets in the way during the wedding."

"Broadcast? Oh, you mean that shivering voice I'm not sure about. Isn't that okay? It's not going to be any problem where you left it. It seemed like the bumpy weak guy was lining up the right things without even being able to give up his strengths. Capella, Sirius. I don't know what would happen if they were both scumbags... none of my business. Or you, you can't believe my strength? Does that mean, as a wife, you doubt her husband's ability?

"No, I believe so. If you have a husband, we have nothing to worry about. I just wanted you to wipe your anxiety away, in your husband's words. Please, forgive me for my impotent wife, who cannot be honestly sweet."

The Hundred and Eighty-Four will attempt to deflect the pursuit of the Leggles in the same response as they had prepared. Number one hundred and eighty-four spinning the words of a weak woman with an emotional expression and voice. Leggles blinked with an impressed face at her words and shook her neck to the side.

"Is that what happened? I'm sorry I couldn't think of that either. You should have noticed that anxiety in your mind, even if you weren't asked for it. How could I have taken the liberty of having to think of someone without words? I reflected."

"I'm the one who's sorry. You have been courageous in your husband's words. I'll be working on setting up a venue soon, too."

"Oh, I want you to"

Thank you, one hundred and eighty-four turn their backs on the Leggles. At the same time, she has focused something on Emilia with those eyes. That was probably like advising Emilia on the carelessness of her blocked remarks.

I must have wanted to say that Emilia underestimated the danger of Leggles. Emilia was not lost in her decision shortly afterwards because that had been communicated.

"- Danger!"

"Huh?"

Number one hundred and eighty-four, who tried to slip through the side, and Emilia pulls her arm hard. With her long but light body in her chest, Emilia took a big step back.

The wind strokes the space where one hundred and eighty-four stood in front of its Emilia, to the verge, and the wind peels off the floor of the cathedral, smashing it, and destroying it thrust it in a straight line. As it was, the wind struck the cathedral door directly without stopping, dusting the entrance and the destruction slipped out.

――――

Immediately into its overwhelming destructive power, Emilia does not even speak while holding number one hundred and eighty-four. One hundred and eighty-four, too, had felt the destruction wrapped around behind their backs with signs, forcing their bodies to stretch and become completely smaller.

And to those two, Leggles, who was in a position where he shook up his right arm at the beginning of the destruction,

"I'm sorry. I accidentally followed you. - I'm glad nothing happened to you guys."

――――

"I'll be in the holding room until time, so I want you to call me when you're ready. Yeah, I guess you should have your hair tied up in the restroom, too. I think it's much more appealing. I know it's beautiful as it is, but I don't think we should lack the effort to be clean. Instead, you think that staying beautiful or trying to be prettier is a minimum of courtesy to someone who likes you. Of course, I'm happy with the current satisfied environment, but I'm not going to limit myself to what I can give. If you're going to show more love, I won't stop you."

Now, saying the instant destruction as if it were nothing, Leggles laughs at Emilia, disappearing from the door on the side of the diocese to the holding room and finally.

Emilia exhaled deeply, looking at the traces of destruction.

"What was that now...?

"... thank you for your help"

Out of Emilia's arms, that's what number one hundred and eighty-four comes out. She was supposed to be hardening herself. As soon as she fixed her messy hair, she left Emilia's side. That leg turns to the women setting up inside the cathedral.

If you look at it, those women also continue to work with faces that have no interest whatsoever in their present destruction. On the contrary, several people gathered on the destroyed floors and doors as well, and I found myself starting work in an attempt to make the traces somehow discreet.

"Wait! This is crazy! You guys don't think that's weird?

――――

Emilia speaks out confused by that normal attitude. But the women don't listen to Emilia's voice, they just keep quietly setting it up.

If it doesn't come to light, Emilia is the only one to go to number one hundred and eighty-four, which seems like a conversation.

"Now you're about to be killed, aren't you? If I hadn't pulled it, it would have fallen apart like that. You must have been scared. Yet."

"And yet, what? I thanked you for your help. What more do you want from me? More than that, isn't it a violation of rights?

"I'm not talking about rights or duties! I'm talking more important, more important!

Emilia indicated with her hand the inside of the diocese, pointing to the women who would continue their work.

"Leggles said his wives. Guys, is this that guy's wife? Are you following what I'm saying because I'm your wife? I'm your wife, so shut up and accept that even if you're about to get killed... that's not weird. This is crazy!"

"That's just what I'm saying, there's a couple shapes too. If you're in the same situation, you'll get used to it. … if you're not used to it, that's it"

"That's crazy...... isn't marriage happy and happy and happy people do it? Neither you nor anyone else seem happy to me. Am I wrong?

"Yeah, wrong. You don't have to be happy to get married. Couples don't have to love each other to be. If we stay together all the time, we can be husband and wife. I get used to couples."

Number one hundred eighty-four does not deny that he is in this position reluctantly. I'm not denying it, but on top of that, I'm affirming my current position. That's distortion, wrong.

Marriage should be something a couple wants to be, not something they want to get used to.

"I'm not going to go out with a wedding. Me, I'm leaving like this."

――――

The women, who did not lend their ears to Emilia's words, raised their faces to the words. They stare at Emilia telling her about the wedding boycott while in a dress.

Emilia strained her chest as she was exposed to a storm of emotionless eyes.

"Someone's worried about me. There are also a lot of things that need to be done. So I can't be stuck here. Join everyone immediately and do what I have to do"

"My husband won't forgive me for that"

"I, I'm not going to be Leggles' wife. So I don't want you to forgive me. Rendezvous with everyone, so... I'm sure they'll come and help you."

"-"

"I found out that you guys didn't want to be with the Leggles. So tell me, Leggles, to let everyone go. Still, anyone who wants to be with the Leggles can keep the couple going. But those who want to leave, make them leave. Because such a forced marriage doesn't make sense if we can't be happy with each other."

It is the two people who love each other that Emilia portrays in her marriage and expects that she should be married.

What floats behind my brain is the appearance of Fortona and juice I saw in Arisa's dreams. Those two weren't married, they weren't married, they weren't married, but I thought it was a good idea.

Being those two, Emilia wanted me to get married. The relationship between a happy marriage and a loving couple must have been one of those.

So...

"I know people who like each other but couldn't get married. So I don't like that relationship when you're married and you're not happy."

…………

To Emilia's proclamation, agitation spreads among the emotionless women. But number one hundred and eighty-four got out of that upset as soon as possible.

As she stares straight at Emilia, she sees the destroyed entrance.

"If you're going to leave, it's your freedom. But in that case, my husband won't forgive us. We will all be killed."

"I'm your wife...?

"It would also be synonymous with a wife who cannot fulfill her husband's wishes because in her husband's common sense she does not serve as a wife. If you leave, we die. If you're still leaving, you're the one who's gonna kill us."

――――

Against Emilia, number one hundred and eighty-four said his life as a hostage.

As her opinion, its extreme content, shows to be general, the women in the diocese stand surrounding Emilia to restrain the movement.

Regardless, there's not a single one that can fight and stop Emilia. They are only normal women. They are ordinary women, who have grown up in a normal family, nurtured normal ethics, and lived portraying normal happiness.

Gear went crazy somewhere, and Leggles just welcomed me as his wife.

――――

I can't say anything back to their grievous readiness, because Emilia was also witnessing the Leggles' assault.

I can't tell you enough that if Leggles, who just got a little bit said back and tried to blow that life away easily, wouldn't hit them eight times knowing Emilia's escape.

It is they, the wife of Leggles, who understand nothing else.

"How many Leggles wives are here?

"The husband's partner, in total, is two hundred and ninety-one. Two hundred and thirty-eight of them are already dead, so all that's left is the fifty-three of us here."

"The dead wives..."

"Need an explanation?

The plundered inquiry even seemed to deride Emilia's question.

With that answer, Emilia knew the answer even if she didn't ask. And the answer is a far-fetched answer to their end of the line if no other Emilia escapes.

"If I leave, you guys are going to be horribly sighted..."

Terrible eyes, rather than it must be an inevitable death.

Undoubtedly, they are hostages to Emilia's free will. Given the damage caused by taking this place off, it should not move in a detour.

Outside the diocese, I think of the Subaru people who would be worried about themselves in Pristella.

I thought, Emilia apologized only in her heart.

And...

"Okay. Let's have a wedding."

The setting up of the venue was then proceeded on a steep pitch.

The repair of traces of destruction is also repaired to a form that is amateur work but quite inconspicuous. Just to see how handy that was, it could be inferred that they had managed the consequences of Leggles' eclampsia many times before.

Emilia, who decides to come to the wedding, is also tied up with her hair by the wives of Leggles, starting with number one hundred and eighty-four in the holding room, decorated with decorations other than dresses.

For the first time since the pack was stuck in the crystal stone, it was the first time I had borrowed Annerose's hand.

I can wrap my long silver hair together and tie it up with braids in it.

When you attach the ornament to avoid disturbing the clarity of the white dress, so that it doesn't look gorgeous, Emilia's bridesmaid costume is complete.

――――

Seeing herself in the mirror, Emilia admires the handiness of the women.

I see, it's very different from what I usually am. I don't have someone to put my hair together beautifully these days, so my hair, which is just easily fastened when Subaru doesn't do it, and accessories that I don't wear as a priority for ease of movement, also play a role in female attraction.

All wasted on me, I just think so.

"Okay, let's go. But I hope it doesn't upset your husband."

One hundred and eighty-four throws repeated cautions at Emilia and leaves the holding room.

Heading to the cathedral, there stood a line of seats waiting for Emilia's arrival - all women in the position of Leggles' wife and a white courtesy Leggles in front of the altar.

Even if the procedure is not known, Emilia walks on a red carpet laid on the path from the entrance to the altar, to the waiting altar of Leggles.

Leggles, waiting, nodded contentedly at the decorated Emilia.

"I could see just in my dress, but when I wear it, it's even more out of step. After all, you were right to leave the seventy-ninth seat vacant. I admire your judgment."

"Number seventy-nine... how could that number have been vacant?

"Hmm? Well, there used to be a woman who saw fit for that number, but unfortunately, you decided it was ineligible at the stage before you welcomed her. But the most important appearance was close to my ideal. So untrained, but I was leaving an empty seat there. If I thought I could find you, I think the mistake was worth it."

"Before, in an empty seat..."

What is it?

The sound strongly stimulates Emilia's discomfort, which had faded slightly.

The discomfort contours, but it still doesn't take a clear shape. In the meantime, Leggles corrects his own clothes in front of Emilia in the bridesmaid costume.

"Shall we then exchange matrimonial rites? I know it's gonna be abbreviated, but you don't mind, do you? Finally, it is necessary for the ritual to proceed properly, aside from the outer parts of its contents. I feel like you promised me that you'd just worry about Gawa and let your essence go away, but I wouldn't step on such a stupid thing. It's funny that you haven't seen the essence of that. Only the visible part on the top, only the supernatant part, the one that's ticklish and satisfied? I guess I'm happy for what I'm done with because I'm laughing in the back and I don't even realize it at all."

――――

One hundred and eighty-four turn across the altar while Leggles says to fold. Apparently, she's in a position like a facilitator in this matrimonial ritual.

In fact, among the fifty-three wives, she looked like she was out buying a role like a compiler. Around trying to kill such a person by coming up with it, the Leggles don't seem to see a cohesive power relationship between their wives.

Even in that sense, I still think he's an unforgivable opponent.

"Hey, Leggles. Before we get married, I need to talk to you about something."

Emilia therefore said so head-on to the Leggles in such a relative setting.

Meeting - I haven't even had a satisfactory meeting or anything, but the one hundred and eighty-four cheeks tense strongly on Emilia's remarks that weren't there.

But the Leggles unexpectedly nodded in favor of Emilia's words.

"Oh, right. Actually, I just wanted to tell you something important about becoming my wife. It's okay to teach after you get married, but I also thought it was necessary to be mindful before you get married. Since we got married, it's a tragedy that you're different. I think we should make sure we clearly understand each other's thoughts so that such unfortunate things don't happen. Couples are one person at a time, so that's not important."

"Yeah, right. It's important because it's one person to another."

"Right? That sounds like a good story. Above all. Well, I've got some other wives to promise, but shall we make sure of that? First of all, after you marry me, I forbid you to smile."

……

Frowning, Emilia shows an incomprehension of Leggles' suggestion. Then Leggles stood up his finger and went on to say, "This is it," he said.

"It's important. I like your face. I really like your face. I'm choosing my wife with my face. Pick a wife with a beautiful, pathetic, neat and attractive face. All the two hundred and ninety-one I did to my wife were beautiful wives with faces. You have a cute face, too. So I'll make you my wife. Do you understand?"

――――

"I think there are a lot more casual people out there than I thought the world would be. After you become a lover or a couple, you often hear stories like love gets cold. We're supposed to like each other, but there are parts of us that don't fit a lot when we try living together. The food doesn't suit my taste. My lifestyle is not right. It doesn't suit my taste. The time is not right. For such a selfish reason, there are plenty of people like scumbags disillusioned by the person they were supposed to like. I don't like people who can't help it."

Leggles smiles and talks about the form of love with terrible pleasure.

innocently, carelessly, with outrage at those who scorn love.

"It's on its own, no one or him. How can you be disillusioned? I wonder why I'm disillusioned with the person I like and the slightly different sensibilities. Can we have such a stupid story? That's crazy. So I choose who I like with my face. I wouldn't be disillusioned if I was the person with the face I liked. Because I like your face. As long as it's that face, there's never going to be love cold"

――――

"Even people who don't get rid of their undressed clothes. Even the murderers who killed many children. That the food would suck devastating. Trying to sell my parents and brothers to a debt cat. Even people who can't separate color-shifting laundry. Even crazy people with a hobby of hiding and killing animals. I thought my taste in clothes would suck. I thought it might be dirty sexual roots in gold. Even if you don't take a bath and smell like dirt. I don't hate it, even if I'm serious about the world's annihilation."

One after another, Leggles shouts that way pointing to fifty-three people on the spot.

I don't know how much any of the conditions he has spoken fall into their category on this occasion. I don't know, but I assure you he will love any opponent with his face indefinitely.

"I liked it, what a way to talk in the past. I love your face. So I wouldn't disillusion you if you were a witch looking to kill people all over the world for as much pain as possible. [M] Just as long as it's that face."

"... how does that have to do with what you shouldn't laugh about?

"It's easy. She'd be cute and pretty if she was normal, but she'd be a skank to laugh at, wouldn't she? I can't let that happen, can I? So I said smile, but the terms are probably with the crying face. Finally, sweetie, sweetie, I don't like the fact that your face could get frivolous. So don't laugh. Don't cry. Don't be angry. Just keep your pretty face."

Grabbing Emilia's jaw, Leggles is forcing her with a low voice.

The answer to what happens if we go against it has already been proven by earlier events.

What I don't understand is the reasoning that extends to all that assault on his wife, who he talks so much about 'loving with his face'.

"You said you wouldn't be disillusioned while your face preferred... then earlier, how did you attack that guy?

"Yeah?"

Leggles tilts his neck at Emilia pointing to number one hundred and eighty-four.

Emilia kept pointing at number one hundred and eighty-four, escaping Leggles' fingertips,

"If I hadn't pulled my arm, he would have died. That guy, too, you made his wife because you like his face, right? Why did you do that?"

"Oh, that's easy, too. Because you offended me with warmth. There's a little too many people who don't want anything, but can't think of others, right? I don't even want to think about having a kid like that in my wife, but I can't help but think about what happened. I have no choice but to take responsibility for it properly."

"Is that why you said you were disillusioned? Now, in contradiction to your earlier opinion..."

"I'm not disillusioned. I love her face as much as I like. [M] So even if she was dead, I would continue to love her the same way. You say that often, don't you? Even when a loved one dies, the person continues to live in his heart. Love for that person continues to live without fading. That's exactly what I am."

Leggles' logic is perfect.

Perfect, no cloudiness at all, complete only in him. There's no room for other people to pinch their thoughts. It's completely missing.

To speechless Emilia, Leggles frowns.

It peeks into Emilia's eyes, pushing silently, in a surprising colour.

"I've been thinking... maybe you, you have something to complain about me or something? If there is, that's a little out-of-heart. You mean I'm supposed to make all this concessions with you in mind and care as much as possible, but you don't understand that compassion, do you? Well, as a person, I don't know how to talk about it. Even if it's just a little bit, if you feel like you can think of someone else, if you have the head to think in their shoes, I don't think so. The fact that you can't take that small care of yourself means you haven't seen its value to them. That means you're taking them lightly. That means underestimating an individual named me. That's unforgivable."

"You know, I think marriage is a really happy thing."

"Huh?"

"A ritual in which people who like each other shape what they wanted to be with. I like it so much that I found one of the many people who liked it and liked it in return... and I think it's amazing."

Emilia in the bridesmaid costume puts her hand on her chest and Leggles has a frivolous face to tell her so. Instead the wives who sit in rows and the expression of the altar number one hundred and eighty-four begin to cloud.

That's a decision that endangers the clouds and guides Emilia.

- Evidence that they are good and can think of others.

"Why do you call your wives by number?

"Stick to the way you call me or something? That's the same decision you make to stick to Gawa, and you don't know how to love it, do you? I have to decorate it with something extra like that, because I don't have the confidence to keep loving each other, and I don't really feel like we love each other, so that's what happens. In that regard, I don't need to stick to that because I don't get flushed into such a thin mess. I love you equally, but if you skip the unnecessary elements, you'll have to do that, right?

"... yes. But I don't hate it when Subaru calls me Emilia."

"Subaru......?

If Leggles doesn't listen up, he floats an unpleasant color on the name.

But Emilia continues ignoring the change in the expression of Leggles in front of her.

"Subaru's feelings are stuck in the voice that calls me Emilia Tan. Occasionally when they call me Emilia, even when it's special, I can tell right away. I don't think that's a waste at all. That's the kind of name you should think about."

"You know, I'm talking to you on my own, who do you mean Subaru? It's a person's name, isn't it? I mean, that's a man's name, right? Doesn't it have any common sense that a girl who's about to get married is going to give her a different man's name in front of her husband? Even someone with no major involvement can get scratched, right? You're hurting me, aren't you? You know?"

"It's no big deal. Subaru is my only knight, someone who calls me by name while saying he likes me"

"- Huh!?

To Emilia's answer, Leggles' temper swells.

Both the one hundred and eighty-four and the other wives immediately attempted to leave the scene for the operation.

However,

"Don't move!! of the guy who moved, I'll erase him from the neck down."

――――

"Let's hear the explanation. I hope you take care of your words and do everything in your power to make sure you don't get me wrong. I'm not going to make this wedding someone's funeral. You know what I mean?"

Remarkably shaking his shoulders, Leggles speaks with a voice that held back his emotions.

Towed by the Leggles, the row attendants can't move. But Emilia intercepted that swelling temper with an unchanging serene look.

"Marriage is what a man and woman who like each other do. But I still don't deserve it at all."

――――

"Because I, I don't know that I'm going to like a man as a woman. So you're telling me that Subaru likes me so much, and I can't give you back the answer Subaru wants, affirmation or denial. That's a terrible thing, and I know you're hurting Subaru and getting him in trouble. But"

Silent Leggles. But Emilia's heart is not for him.

Everyone clearly understands. In Emilia's eyes, without him.

"I haven't figured out that I'm going to like people yet, but I'm sure I'm going to like someone someday. I'm sure I love someone, as a woman. And when that happens, I already decide who I like. So."

Inheriting his breath, looking to Leggles, Emilia said.

- I won't be yours.

"-! Oh, yeah! I'm no longer going to have a cheating woman like you as my wife! I'm sorry!

To Emilia's assertion, Leggles blushes and exasperates.

To Leggles, who stretches his fingertips out in anger, Emilia enters the interception set-up with magical power from all over her body. To the destruction of unclear principles, first of all, a first match -.

――

As soon as each other's attacks were about to begin, a fierce sound echoed through the cathedral.

The sound involves a faint momentum and hits the Leggles directly with an object that blows up like a bullet. The whole body of Leggles in a white tuxedo was struck by a wooden door splashed in shock - one of the main doors to the cathedral entrance, which had just been repaired.

It blew off the entrance and attacked the Leggles.

And

"You kicked it because you kicked it, but it turned out completely different. What leg strength!

"I'm sorry, I couldn't add or subtract. I've chosen the right person to hit, so I was wondering if you could stop."

"You're gonna look out of step when you come in to help, aren't you? My kick just opened the door, but your kick just hit the enemy..."

Two figures appear in the cathedral, arguing with bumps.

Those are two brunette boys and a red-haired young man.

Emilia opens her eyes and takes away the pieces of wood with a trick that Regulus in the front pays for the bugs. With his intact, but grumpy eyes, he glanced at the two intruders.

"Wouldn't it be a good courage to pierce a piece of paper for a sacred wedding? I don't recall having a man's name on the invitee, but where and who and what celebration did he bring? See?"

Two people at the entrance look at Leggles' intimidation.

Then we nod at each other,

"Natsuki Subaru, Spirit Knight in Partner Spirit Absence"

"Reinhardt van Astrea, the family line of 'Kensei'"

Name, Reinhardt comes forward.

Next to it Subaru winked at Emilia, pointing to Leggles and saying.

"I'm going to this wedding. - Let me expose the bride."