Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

"- Gorgeous Tiger?

The moment I heard that voice, Garfiel's consciousness was shaken to a great extent.

Cough, swallow in large quantities and spit water out of your body. He wielded his entire body and paid for the water, and Garfiel tapped visual information into his rattling head due to lack of oxygen.

It's a dim, air-cold underground space.

Hard stone floors are now immersed in massive amounts of water. I could see turbulence falling into the room from the hole in the wall behind me, echoing the clear air.

My gaze is being showered. Anxiety, vigilance, fear, rebellion, various eyes mixed in.

From the number of people present and the shades of sight, Garfield concludes at the edge of consciousness that this is one of the urban shelters.

The fallen waterway was adjacent to this shelter, and the broken walls led to this place. As a result, it poured into this shelter with water.

"-"

Thinking that far, Garfiel beats his hazy consciousness.

Ha, I looked up, and my whole body of hair grew upside down on how I poured in here. I hurried around my neck, instantly searching for the giant body that had fallen into the waterway as it was in my sight -

"......"

A young golden-haired boy and his gaze tangled, moisturizing Cui's eyes.

A familiar face. A face with tight chest and heart-wrenching memories and adjacent.

A boy connected to Garfield's mother, who had a one-sided reunion.

Fit where you should have wanted to be, receive my mother's love, brother...,

"-!?

The consciousness that should have knocked him up was once again entangled in extra sentiment.

Shortly afterwards, a severe water splash rises directly beside him, exploding the shallow surface of the water and the alien giant rises. The giant body slammed his swung arm relentlessly against the barbed garfiel.

Garfiel reacts with a comma delay to the blow being swung down.

Slow, deadly.

A moment of alarm gives the opponent a chance to merge.

And this time, the integration of the fighting gods that Garfield deals with is not a raw and half onslaught.

Convenience, eight blows pour down to Garfield.

One or two were prevented. But the six remaining blows hit Garfiel directly.

A lateral plane is bounced and two blows lift the torso. A body floating in the universe was struck down by a superimposed fist gavel, and a fist slapped directly from the top of his head, which fell to the surface of the water.

The face immersed in the water is sandwiched in a stiff floor, causing great damage to the nose and fangs. Ejecting blood dyed the surface of the water with blood, and the moment it jumped, nosebleeds and vomiting drew the thread.

"Blah, blah... blah!!

He growls from the gaps in his missing teeth and drives away the shaking aftermath with a blow to the head. It blew up the atmosphere of the underground space in a tearing mood, and the fighting god on the front stepped in to welcome it.

Each other's fists stagger. Leaning his neck, Garfiel slipped his fangs into his fist through the straight side of his face, tearing him apart from his wrist to his elbow at once. At the same time, the right arm extends to the neck of the giant body, from which the nail passes through the belly.

Blood splashes from sharp cuts, and shallow damage enters the fighting god's flesh as well.

But the Struggle God's attack continues from here seven times. For all of that, Garfiel must use his entire body to take evasive action.

A one-in-one bump, eight hands against one hand.

Overwhelming disadvantage, overwhelming difference in quantity, overwhelming difference in power - that ignites.

"Oh, wow!!

impending, impending, impending, impending, impending, impending -.

Receive, whisk, avoid, flush, yield, bounce, and strike -!

Fists and fists clash, and the resulting shock wave burns off both hairs in a struggle.

The frontal collision between the auspicious and rigid arms raised a roar that did not appear to be a collision between the flesh and the flesh, blowing them behind their backs as their bodies were overwhelmed.

The tiger and the giant body roll more and more as they scatter water splashes.

Kurgan crashes into the wall behind him, and Garfield is facing the water again. As I jumped up my face immediately, I saw Kurgan staring at me.

Words are silent, but communication of will is momentary.

Garfiel stood up and stepped on a stone floor in water immersed up to his ankle.

The force of the 'Protection of the Earth Spirit' felt on the soles of his feet is activated, and the floor beneath Garfiel's feet is cut into squares and surfaced. Kicking its floating floor back and forth, the water that was about to fill the large hole that arose into the basement poured into one piece. The water level drops grumpy.

Parallel to its garfield drainage work, Kurgan heads to the pouring hole in the water.

The hole that transported them underground is huge, as is the amount of water being pumped into it. If left unattended, it would be less than a few minutes and the underground space would be completely submerged.

In such a place, Kurgan pulled out one of the ghost knives. Less bitten by garfiels, and three ghost knives left conveniently. Raising one of them overhead, Kurgan's aim is directly above the hole in the wall - a boneless iron mass pierces the ceiling and is crushed.

The soldier's eyesight determined the extent of the collapse, and the debris that had collapsed rampantly blocked the hole in the wall. Regardless, there is an intrusion of water without blocking it off, but not enough to fill the basement in one piece.

Holes are blocked, drainage is complete, and the water level that was immersed up to the ankle is lost.

Securing the scaffolding silently, the two warriors returned to their first position with each other and turned back. Fists with shields and three ghost knives to be pulled out.

Hero "Eight Arms" Kurgan and challenger "Golden Tiger" Garfiel.

Crush the opponent in perfect condition. That is no longer the indiscipline of soldiers.

――――

Not if you're doing this, I'm aware of that.

The role that Garfiel is required to play is to return to the likely city hall where he was assaulted and rescue people who are non-combatants.

But I confronted the previous problem of not turning my back.

- Garfiel, misplaced sentiment, was delighted.

Defeated unharmed by Reinhardt, his trust in his reunited mother was sealed with his memory, and he did not seek the vengeance of the kind-hearted girl who sheltered himself, but put his allies at risk by the thought of his enemies.

I felt helplessness and loss take much away from my palm.

Leaving the 'Sanctuary', he knew the world, and Garfiel knew his weakness.

I must have been much stronger when I was in The Sanctuary. Naturally. Back then I had no comparable object and had no doubts about the polished martial arts.

Leaving the 'Sanctuary', he knew the world, and Garfiel knew much strength.

I don't think my own power has diminished compared to when I was in the 'Sanctuary'. However, the fact that the comparable subject was no longer the mirrored self made me relatively weak.

Two days I've been reminded of that change in consciousness and the consequences.

The feeling of powerlessness and loss bares Garfiel's heart and reminds him that he is just a good kid of prestige. Confusion, regret and doubt take hold, and the mind shakes and shreds and weakens.

- In that worn and shrunken soul, it was Kurgan who put the heat on me.

Kurgan the hero "Eight Arms". Heroes of the Vorachian Empire. The most powerful man in the multi-armed clan.

His man set up a ghost knife and admitted Garfiel as one warrior, relative. How big it was to Garfiel, who had lost sight of his own worth.

Garfiel's consciousness was obscured by the unfamiliar underwater warfare as he fell into the waterway together. There is no need to breathe in Kurgan, who returned more than after his death in secret surgery, and if you only want to settle, you should have been glad to wait for Garfield to drown.

But the fighting gods smashed the walls of the waterway, connecting the way to the shelter and keeping Garfiel alive.

For what?

"At first... I thought you were passionate again."

――――

Initially Kurgan did not recognize the unprepared garfiel as a warrior.

It is not a warrior's deed to jump a battered child and kick a crying face. So Kurgan turned away Garfiel, who gave herself to the eclampsia.

But you didn't.

Because I stood up, put up my shield, and recognized Garfiel as a warrior looking at me.

A famous ghost knife was erected in the legend to witness a fighting god intercepting warriors.

After seeing that figure, there's no way the deed to Garfield can be pity or pity.

Kurgan seeks. To fight Garfield, settle what you deserve.

- The battle between warriors and warriors has no other way to end than to be determined by one blow to another.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

While ascertaining the feel of the shield attached to both arms, Garfiel asks the owners of the gaze scattered around them, not the kurgan in the front.

People who have just shut up and far-fetched the battle between these warriors since the two arrived with turbulence - the refugees.

A fragmented collection of winds, ages and even races. What we have in common is the lack of power to fight, a bunch of impotent non-combatants who fly if they blow.

If Garfiel falls, there can't be people or anything that can fathom Kurgan. It's hard to imagine Kurgan rooting out non-combatants, going into such outrages, but this is how only the relative Garfiel should see it.

So,

"I don't know what to look at. That's how you get away and look at it. Wow, that's something we can do. Evacuate outside while you can..."

"- Gorgeous Tiger!

"Ahhh...?

A high voice blocked Garfiel's words urging him to leave the scene.

I shouted at Garfiel, who frowned suspiciously, only one person on this occasion called Garfiel that.

The boy had tears in his eyes, blushed, and gripped the hem of his own clothes.

And look back at Garfiel, who looks at herself surprisingly, kicked with those moist eyes. The more Garfield accidentally breathes, with a strong willed eye.

"Hey, little one... you, what..."

"Gorgeous Tiger!

――――

"Oh, gorgeous Tiger!

That's what the boy calls a silent garfiel, shaking his voice.

I yell that name just because I don't know how to express my emotions otherwise.

It's the name of a golden tiger. It's Garfield Tinsel's long-awaited, most powerful tiger name.

Why are you shouting that name now? What do you want to say to yourself?

With a red face, tears conveyed the boy's cheek.

Everyone in the basement is listening to the screaming boy. That's why everyone shared the unspeakable passion that was put into that voice.

I told you to run.

"Gorgeous Tiger!

Garfiel's exhale was cancelled by a voice calling the golden tiger.

From behind the screaming boy, the same golden-haired girl hugs him. It's the boy's sister. I hugged him to protect my brother, and his shivering eyes stared at Garfiel.

My lips tremble. A voiceless voice was calling for a golden tiger.

"Win me!

Not a boy, not a girl, not Garfiel, of course.

One man in the basement was holding his fist and raising his voice.

"No, just run away..."

"Fight, win!

"Don't lose!

"Mi, all I can do is watch...... but!

Flashy.

The voices urging Garfiel to leave are cancelled by another voice all the time.

If you notice, the enthusiasm that began with the boy's voice propagates to all those who were underground, and none of the people who see Garfield and Kurgan duel move.

Who seems right to think in common sense, stand back calmly and stay on this scene? All of them, floating in heat. I had given myself up to conclusions that could cost me for intentions and beliefs that meant nothing.

――――

What the hell, I think Garfield.

What's the point of staying here? What can I hope for by speaking up and cheering?

You'd better run away. You should no longer have to worry about getting involved, and the likelihood of a sacrifice being made after you fall should diminish, and it's much more sensible.

And yet no one escapes, why not?

"Admiral... I knew the speech worked too well..."

The words Natsuki Subaru's call conveyed to the whole city were recalled.

Involving the hearts and minds of people throughout the city, Subaru's strength of weakness strongly raised those frightened by anxiety and fear, lighting a fragile fire on his last hope.

Its smoky seed fire remains hot in the chest and burns up when given the opportunity.

Just as that place for them was now at this moment.

As that moment for Garfield was now at this time.

"Gorgeous Tiger!

I can't stop cheering.

Calling the Golden Tiger to take the initiative is Garfiel's brother, born before he knew it. Holding to protect its youngest brother is Garfiel's sister, born without her knowing it as well.

My brother and my sister are watching Garfield.

The city that accepted my mother who lost her memory, its inhabitants looking at Garfiel.

"A warrior's duel... make it an unusual end, you make too much noise"

――――

"Really, wicked. You're a nuisance. Especially the noisiest ones. They're my brother and sister. I'll tell you later."

――――

"That's why."

The tenets of the silent fighting god are wary.

Even without words, that attitude is above all eloquent.

Attract the stiffened fists and meet each other with the fitted shields.

The noise of the steel meeting created a spark, and Garfiel stripped out his fangs and inhaled.

"'Shield of the Sanctuary'... Yiya"

――――

"'Gorgeous Tiger', Garfield Tinsel"

A duel between warriors, a name to announce its opening.

There is no Kurgan voice against Garfield's name. Just silently, the fighting gods rubbed a ghost knife together and expressed their utmost will for the enemy.

That was enough.

"but ahhhh!!

The stone floor explodes with a stepping stone and Garfiel's body sticks forward.

Kurgan stepping into the interception as well, and his distance from each other vanished in a flash.

Sharp for blows, dull for slaughter, and an extreme mortar is launched between them.

The air crushed or slashed by the ghost knife was killed, and the warrior's sense of fatality was sniffed out by the impending blade.

Eight hands against one, one hand against eight.

The difference between Garfield's and Kurgan's maneuvers, that's equal to going for a much farther top.

But if you don't get your hands on it, you can't reach it. I challenge you, I bet you the whole spirit.

――――

Mortar released by the torso, if hit directly, the torso will be severed even if it has no sharpness. Garfiel lifted his legs without hesitation and trampled the ghost knife of the mortar from the top.

The heel bites the belly of a ghost knife, a thick body pierces the stone floor, and the illusion runs to the point of wondering if the city has swayed by the roaring roar of grinding rocks.

First hand, but no time for relief.

A second bottle of arcing from his left shoulder raids as the trampled ghost knife pierces the floor. Shortly after his right ear captured the sound of a wind-cut ghost knife, Garfiel guarded his head with a shield on both arms. Without the madness of the dimension, the moment I raised my arm, the mortar hit me and my consciousness was white.

His right arm is broken from his elbow by the impact, and his arms and wrists are also crushed. Bite your back teeth and endure as you crack them up in your chewed teeth. Now used.

The third and fourth hand are handless blows, this flying at the same time.

If the giant Kurgan holds his fist and solidifies it, the fist bone will be as good as the toddler's head. If the shell power is released at exactly the size of the shell, the result will be a crossbow word.

A fist that seems to pierce a stone wall or even an iron plate strikes Garfiel whose thoughts white with an impact on his head. The aim is the torso and the head, both of which have the power to erase if hit directly.

A fist piercing his torso burns down the surface of Garfield's abs.

The more the brain illusioned whether it had been broiled by the flames, the fists were hot and the power was thrust through.

Twist that fist and just fasten it to get the surface of your abs scraped. Three hands.

Align your right arm against the fist of the face aim of your fourth hand as you scorch your nerves at the sensation half of your body has been taken. A broken, crushed right arm completely exploded into super power.

My fingertips to my wrists and elbows are crushed and I pull so hard that I can't figure out the prototype of my arm. A shield that was fixed at the wrist flew, but a dead fist of power is far from a deadly blow. Turn your back upside down and forehead against your fist. Head thrust smashes Kurgan's fist, dodging his fourth hand.

Remaining, five, six, seven, eight. Far. Too far. I laughed. My fangs trembled.

"- Wong!!

The fifth and sixth hands are equally unarmed. There is one ghost knife left, and the decision-maker is kept warm.

Two left arms and two stretches from under shoulders and sides hit me at the same time. The right arm, which can be turned to defense, is dead. I can't keep up with my left arm. Without getting lost, I stepped in with my right foot.

The soles of the shoes make a faint splash, at the same time conveying the will to the earth.

Sometimes we draw strength, sometimes we move as we please, and we still use our strength again -.

Scaffolding distorted and Kurgan's heel floated.

But the fighting god tramples that distortion without a moment's stagnation. No hesitation in that move. No shaking of fine dust. But the whole nerve concentration has collapsed.

The moment Kurgan's nerves are broken into the scaffold, Garfiel jumps into that gap.

He lifted his leg, twisted himself, and put his head in the slightest gap between the blow of the beating and the blow. Slip through a blow and a blow that plunders your torso and back so you can poke between storms as you go.

The moment he got to his feet, Garfield fought over his judgment.

I don't even know what I decided I could go with, judgment within a comma or less that doesn't exist between thought and decision. I can burn my brain. My heart burns. Life was blowing up.

Five-handed, six-handed blockade. And the seventh and eighth hand...

――――

Garfiel's whole body hair turned upside down.

Kurgan, dodged to the sixth hand, wants Garfield to be finished with the remaining second hand. - There's a special blow coming.

- Seventh hand, fly and the last eighth.

I gave up with one hand, and a ghost knife was in charge.

The right arm grips the pattern of the ghost knife, and the right shoulder arm grabs the full body of the ghost knife. An ultra-powerful slaughter can be used to intercept Garfield on the ground.

Full siege, a hegemony that I can be sure will kill anywhere I was.

The six-handed, so life-threatening and prevented, the final phase that all of it seemed so sumptuous.

I can't come up with a vision that I can avoid.

Whether you back off, fly sideways or step forward, you will be mortared.

I could have visioned myself as a piece of flesh before a blow, horribly and vividly.

It is impossible to avoid. Interception is also reckless. - I have one choice, I just have to take it.

With her unbroken left arm overhead, Garfiel dropped her hips.

In this world of moments, I still hear voices. My brother, sister, and a lot of people are raising their voices.

The judgment is for a moment, the behavior is for a moment, and the result is right after.

――――

The moment the ghost knife was released, Garfield was completely detached from the world.

The sound disappears, the color disappears, and any extra sights disappear. Only the presence of Kurgan remained in Garfiel's consciousness in the extreme concentration.

In an unusually slow motion, the tip of the ghost knife is swung down to the garfiel.

I look up at it and try to take it. My movements are slow. In a world so stagnant that all Garfiel can do is bite his back teeth off.

No, I had time to immerse myself in memories.

I saw Subaru. I saw the ram. I could see Mimi, I could see Frederica, I could see the crown floating, I had Emilia, Otto came out, I could see the bastards of Roswar floating, everyone in Beatrice, Petra and the 'Sanctuary', and my mother Leesia, my brother and my sister.

In the battle of "Sanctuary," Garfield became aware of his weakness.

Knowing the breadth of the world, when he was defeated by Reinhardt, Garfield had the illusion that he had become weaker than before leaving the 'Sanctuary'.

- That can't be right.

If it only weakens the number of things you hold, what do you live for?

You just have to be strong enough to protect what you hold.

"Ahhh - it's neat"

Ston and the troubled seed dropped his chest.

Moments ago, a single blow of a ghost knife struck directly at the shield on his left arm, and lightning crushed his entire body.

"- Huh!!

The defense of the left arm smashed in an instant before the mortar of the ghost knife.

Just like the destruction of your right arm, you twist your wrists, elbows, arms, and even shoulders at once.

Familiar arms smash like nightmares, severe pain bright red your vision and burn your thoughts white. My mouth opened and the scream rose.

The jaw that was biting open and all of the injuries so far start a great chorus of despair.

The momentum of the ghost knife will not stop.

Crush your left arm and the rest of the momentum approaches Garfield's neck. Powerful enough to smash Garfiel's short body as it is and turn it into a piece of flesh without leaving his whole body.

What would the fighting god have thought of a young warrior raising a cry close to the severed demon?

Have you had mercy or felt pity - either way.

Until that moment when you stop breathing, there is no reason for a warrior to pity a warrior.

"- Ahhh."

Screaming for severe pain, Garfiel's head goes down. A sad voice caught my tail, and.

"- Ah, but"

The scream interrupted and the jaw closed. Once again bitten down, there is a silver glow.

A silver shield falling from his destroyed right arm is eaten up by Garfiel's jaw.

"but wow!

Bouncing up his neck, his shielded face broke into the middle of a ghost knife.

The second bullet of defense by the shield, the moment you receive it, your face is crushed with the shield, and you can play blood on Garfield's nose. Fangs blow up. But I don't bend my knees.

Strong neck and jaw power stop the blow of the ghost knife.

A spark erupted in the collision between steel and steel - the flames and Garfiel's consciousness swept away to the other side.

――――

What willingness was it to peel half white eyes and still lean your neck?

Combat instinct, or the beast's struggle or ability to survive.

Blood erupted on the lid. Large amounts of blood can be bounced and bright red flowers bloom underground.

The way out is Kurgan's right arm, that last right arm holding a ghost knife.

There was Garfiel's inflicted wound in a previous clash, so torn that he could see bones from his wrist to his two arms. The wound opens completely with the blow now.

There is no surprise in Kurgan's face. I don't even look moaning about the pain.

Naturally. He's a corpse. Pain was prepared for the living, a lifeline to ascertain the light of life - the dead do not need its function.

Kurgan therefore missed the impact of the incomplete right arm.

If it was to be truly complete, the last blow should have been unleashed by a healthy left arm.

That divided the victories and losses - and so on, I can't say no.

But...

"-"

Squeezing his eighth hand, Garfield exhaled with a bloody face.

The shield that used to creep falls. On the front is a kurgan that shakes off all of his arms and exposes himself. Garfield's right and left arms have completely collapsed, and both legs have broken muscles everywhere without withstanding repeated shocks. Still, I can jump about one more step.

Jump, what do we do? My arms, I can't use my nails. What's left, then...

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!

I scream, open my big mouth, hang a kurgan and jump.

Garfiel's fangs devoured the base of the barbed fighting god's neck. Easily penetrates hard, stretched skin, rooting and chewing a thousand vital organs needed to sustain life.

He twists himself as he eats up, his fangs catch and wrap up muscle fibers, about half his neck is decided, and he is eaten up by the jaws of Garfiel's beast.

"but eh."

Falling defenselessly on the floor, Garfiel spit out a thousand chopped meats. Looking back at him as he nodded, he sees the rear of a kurgan bleeding heavily from his neck.

Crushed both arms, missing many fangs and a bloody garfiel.

It is the bravery of Kurgan standing up in dignity with such a fatal wound to Garfiel. The more trembling it was, the more heroic it was.

――――

Eventually, slowly, Kurgan looks back at Garfiel.

Overthrown on the ground, the fighting god quietly put his arms around the warrior looking up at himself.

And

- Brilliant.

Low, with only one heavy voice, praised the winner.

"Ah..."

Something, I don't have time to respond.

In front of Garfiel, who opened his eyes, Kurgan's figure collapsed in an instant.

The giant body so much as looks up collapses like sand, and the alien face turns into a mass of ash.

An overly dismal end, returning the dead to the dead again - the result.

"... I can't believe it's clean. Let's talk."

Disappear, Garfiel mouths hatefully at the way God of Fight leaves, turned into ashes.

I don't even want you to stick to the raw one by the way. It is only natural that the taking of life, the way it ends, is not discouraging.

So this is just Garfield's senseless sentiment.

"Ah, shit... yabe, die..."

I bled too much.

Sleep on the floor, draw strength from the "Protection of the Earth Spirit" all over your body, and use the collected mana on healing magic to repair it in your body. Especially with your arms, and your face.

He continued to take all that damage on the ground without losing it. It is not surprising that much damage remains.

"Gorgeous Tiger!

The cry called for Garfiel to devote his full attention to the treatment.

Two of them, my brother and my sister, come running over on the water hoard. Other people are rushing over, but Garfiel only saw the two of them.

They're both, like, crying faces - no, they're crying.

I have no choice. Even in the eyes of the amateur, Garfield's condition is unusual right now. It's a strange state to be alive even in the eyes of a bastard. A healer would pale his face and make a diagnosis that he had to hit treatment in an emergency system.

Border of life and death, that's all the sign of crossing the dead line.

Naturally, I feel proud of that...

"I'm alive... my legs, I can't stop you."

Knock down the 'Eight Arms' kurgan and you can't stop with the results.

This is Garfield's fight, but it's not just Garfield's fight. There may be companions in distress even while they are stuck in this way.

Garfield woke up when he had to go back to the city hall.

Listening to the behavior and words, my siblings, who were rushing over, change their blood phase. Especially if your sister has an angry face as a result of the fiery fire,

"Then you're not stupid!? Just stay asleep! Immediately... yes, someone will call the doctor soon..."

"I need to get to a doctor. There must be something else. I got something else to do, little one."

Reddening his face, Garfiel nods at his eating sister. It would look pretty bad with a bloody face. My sister burst into tears with regret.

In the meantime, the bones of both arms of Gyusha are bordered. The meat has not been repaired, but there is not enough to make consciousness fly by the shock of running. I decided so and stood up.

"Ma, wait... ho, are you sure you want to go?

"... broadcast, did you hear that?

"Ugh... yeah"

There is a snort in the squeaky Garfiel as he drips blood from his fingertips.

That voice gave my siblings the courage to give me a final push here Garfiel. So Garfield needs to respond to that voice.

It's okay, Subaru said, so we have to be okay.

"So, I..."

"Hey!"

His bloodless body fluttered and his knee fell on the spot. Supported by her sister, who panicked her body about to fall, Garfiel hits her tongue.

Then my brother stood in the front of that garfield this time.

"Gorgeous Tiger"

"... what. If evil is going to stop you, don't ask me."

"Yeah, I'm not. Gorgeous Tiger, your clothes are glowing."

To his brother's point, Garfield dropped his gaze and noticed.

Around the waist of worn clothes, there is light that lights up the fabric lightly.

It was the dialogue mirror that was pushing it in there. Tools that were incapable of communicating with the city hall and were being punished as useless. that it glows pale means that

"I thought it was broken..."

"Ugh, we'll get you out"

Garfiel exhaling rough breath. I stuck my hand in that pocket and my sister pulled out that dialogue mirror without time to stop. The overflow of light from the surface of the mirror should be if there is a call from a pair of interactive mirrors in the stories we hear about how to use it.

I mean, there's a call coming from the city hall or another group.

"Duh, what do I do...?

"Pull over. - Who is it?

My sister approached Garfield with a glowing interactive mirror. Peeping into that mirror, Garfield called.

The dialogue mirror began to blink slowly.