Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

- The total force battle against witchcraft, which began in the Watergate city of Pristella, was finally about to plug in.

To the east of the city, one church became ice-cooked, and enough ice columns stood to look up.

In the north of the city, the waterways burn simultaneously, and the incandescent stone towers roar and collapse.

West of the city, parts of the waterway are destroyed, massive amounts of water flow underground and flooding occurs.

In the centre of the city, the government building, which was regarded as the centre of urban function, had lost its foundations and its shape.

The warring end opened up everywhere creates enormous damage and engraves the threat of existence: witchcraft into the city. But those who fought on it withdrew their malice, and fought for their defense with limited force, and they were about to serve their purpose.

As such, while trying to overcome the predicament of Watergate City, if there is a battlefield with a bad flag color, somewhere. That's probably about this battlefield.

- Yes. It is an encounter with Rye Battenkaitos, in charge of 'bulimia', the archbishop of witchcraft, which erupted suddenly.

"Ha ha! Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Mae! What do you think, what's wrong, what do you want to do, what's wrong, what's wrong with you!?

It is commonly known as "Waterway Street", surrounded by thin, tangled waterways.

In the middle of that waterway street, a small shadow of laughter jumps around brilliantly.

It is only a young boy who uses his short hands and feet all over his eyes and shakes his long, long stretched scorched tea hair. The good news is that the mid teenage boy just weaves a single worn out feather on his body, dressed not strange if he is mistaken for a stray.

However, I have to say that it is difficult to see the real thing and continue to hold that impression, regardless of just the appearance characteristics.

So much so that the presence of that boy with a high laugh was heterogeneous, distorted and abominable.

At a glance, the sense of compression that deviates from the normal orbit released from its entire body. It's a deadly madness that humans have shredded off in their everyday lives, calling on the instinctive part.

Nobody, that's all I notice about the anomaly of his existence.

It is a blasphemer who tramples the realm of man, tramples on the wishes of man, tramples and vandalizes the world of man.

He said he was an evil, witchcraft grand bishop who kicked people's hearts and humanity into his feet.

"They're just one kid! Don't let them get away with it! Finish it!"

"Oh, wow, it's just one kid! Catch him and tear him to pieces!

The decree of a wild voice overlaps the voice of a boy who laughs with pieces.

Rai Battenkaitos of "Raging Eclipse" steps in rather effortlessly to narrow the distance as he shrugs off the men approaching him.

"-"

No longer did he raise his voice, and the men in white jumped to Battenkaitos.

Everyone dressed in white is a member of Kiritaka's remaining mercenary, the White Dragon Scale. Grabbing the knife aligned in its hand, the blade is slapped on 'bulimia' from all sides.

undisturbed collaboration, against its simultaneous attacks. Battenkaitos has

"There's a flank, you can't"

Slip yourself into the 'one yarn undisturbed' gap and avoid the four blades with minimal movement.

Turn around and avoid the blade, flushing a knife with a dagger bracketed in your right arm, kicking one torso and breaking through the enclosure. Its front, a giant body crossing its arms, stood.

"Ugh, oh! I'd give it up if I didn't, wow!

It's Gaston, Felt's squire. He plunges into Battenkaitos in that stature and tries to bump into him with his secret moves that took away one of the Grand Sin Bishop's daggers.

With his eyes round the figure, Battenkaitos smiled shortly afterwards. An age-appropriate grin, but a slightly too sharp canine tooth peeks into its mouth, causing a little anxiety to pass.

"You're fine, Odysan. You don't hate me!

"I'm still not old enough to be called Odishan...... Boo!?

On the side of the penetrating gaston, the right leg of the bouncing Battenkaitos pierces. Gaston showers a blow from his foot knife on his cheek, but he looked down at Battenkaitos without fright.

Like a dagger blow, Gaston hasn't passed the blow now. The principle is unknown, but Gaston's body had completely killed the power of the blow, slaughter.

Keep it up, Gaston's arm stretches, grabbing the 'bulimia' that moves quietly -

"Fist King's Palm -"

With his legs up, Battenkaitos whispered something. Its palms contact Gaston's torso. Compared to kicking, it has no power or speed whatsoever, just a touch of motion.

Shortly after the palm is gently pushed in, however, it breaks into Gaston's corporeal lettering.

"Ooh!?

On his knees, Gaston spilled his overflowing stomach juice to make a bitter noise. Through the side of his body, which falls to the front, Battenkaitos, who breaks through the enclosure, looks back and tilts his neck.

Is that what this is? But to that trick, "White Dragon Scale" can hurt your self-esteem, while you can't hide the wars and the marvels.

"You monster...!

That word someone spilled is a terminal testament to Battenkaitos' ability.

Although the bitter voice was faintly mixed with envy, or perhaps misheard.

"… more than expected, you lack decision making"

Antagonism, etc. and watching the unspeakable state of war, Otto was licking his dry lips and desperately spinning his head.

In the melee encounter with 'bulimia', we can't rely anywhere on this opposing force - no matter, it's true that everyone is diligent, but the reality is that it's still not enough.

There are seven "White Dragon Scales" left by Kiritaka, and two with Felt taking Gaston, Otto solo, which brings the total to ten.

By chance here, someone who cleaned up the other battles early joined me, and at once the situation turned upside down and reversed dramatically - ideally speaking,

"I don't trust my luck enough to expect such luck."

Otto Suwen's life is already flanked by misfortune and irrationality. Otto always thinks that there is no such thing as luck, and the result has to attract with his efforts, preparation and deeds.

Luck for me is that I was born into a troublesome sheltered but understanding house and that Subaru saved my life, which was nearly killed by the Archbishop of the Great Crimes.

I don't even pessimise my bad luck any more than I need to because I think I've run out of it with that.

"Your brother brought you here, you can't use that water dragon anymore, can you?

Next to the contemplating otto, Felt calls to watch the situation as well.

Her red eyes stare beyond the 'bulimia' that meet the sword trident - the figure of a water dragon thrown on the cobblestone and cramping her long neck in a state of imminent death.

The pitiful water dragons, otto wounded and kicked in by Battenkaitos, are unfortunately unlikely to be able to hope to return to the front.

"Hate, you won't be able to force me any further. All the water dragons we could have talked about by the time we got here... maybe if we could talk to another water dragon, we could do the same thing, but can you let us get away from here?

"It's a joke. Just let that singing princess go crazy, but she's cutting one of our trumpets. Cut the second one, that's what's ready."

What Felt sees as he says is an elongated wrap that hugs him with that little body.

Wrapped in a white cloth. That seems to be the 'trump card' magic apparatus that she was being brought to her squire. It seems to be inky that even Reinhardt cannot be avoided, but it only requires a slightly nasty procedure for use and cannot be used until it is met.

"And regardless of the singing princess madness, your brother or Atashi won't let you get away with trying to escape. That bastard's target just walked right in."

"Honestly, that's the most I'd like you to give me a break."

Otto drops his shoulder softly at the words of a sniffling felt.

I just can't deny that word because I do feel the power of my feverish eyes thrown this way in between fierce battles.

Battenkaitos has leaked a hot exhale and, with his moist eyes and reddish cheeks, has frequently turned his gaze to the Ottos. A gaze that may also be taken by the coloured connotations if only cut there, but its sincerity is only lurking with the appetite of a hungry fierce beast.

A story that is just right for the beast's glasses as a fine meat dripping with blood. Not at all honored, but it is on this occasion that the three of them are suitable for the aesthetic eye of Battenkaitos.

Otto and Felt, plus the inert bearded man who directs The White Dragon Scale. He also gives instructions to his men and rushes over here as he bumps into Battenkaitos.

The hard-faced man, who has been snorting, is quick to speak with concern for the state of the war.

"It's Dinas. I was just so grateful to have your help to get our young lady away."

"Dear Felt, it's a feat about that. Besides, letting Mr. Kiritaka go made sense in order to keep our winning strengths. Now..."

If Kiritaka, who left this place, has moved as Otto instructed, or I see another possibility. It's like a raw hatred, unsubstantiated wish, but it shouldn't roll in any case in the wrong direction.

To win, you can have as many means as you want to make money. Because if you end up in one of those hands, it's just a story of winning rolling in.

――――

Shut up and look at Otto turning his head dizzily, a man - Dinas looks surprised, then nods immediately. There was a convincing color there.

"I see you're right what I was asking. That's right, the head housekeeper at Emilia, the leader of witchcraft. At that rate, you don't have to let me expect anything from the Bishop of the Great Crimes about his cooking laws."

"Thank you for the overrated and exaggerated advertising. Um, excuse me, by the way, ladies and gentlemen, do you know what a home affairs officer does? I don't feel like there's a slight difference between the one I know...?

"I'm not freaked out or humbled. Besides, even our housekeeper wielded a stick with his body. Isn't that what home affairs officers do?

The reputation damage to the position of Home Affairs Officer is amazing.

In the past year, I'm already going to have given up on being called the Home Secretary, but I'm not accepting it until its meaning degenerates.

What's causing this? Is this how many times we have encountered situations like natural disasters? Subaru is bad. When you're safe back, make sure you tap one shot. That's what I decided.

"Bye -"

Let's just say we're behind on cracking our heads about what happened after the war and focus on this situation.

At the tip of Otto's gaze, Battenkaitos staggers several times with "The White Dragon Scale" and Gaston, unfortunately demonstrating his unusual fighting power and knocking him down.

However, the inexplicable thing is not to try to wield a dagger on your right arm.

"A good adult wanted to drop by. Won't you get one kid?!? No, no, you can't, you can't, you can't, you just can't!

Stripping out his fangs, Battenkaitos turns the men away with only a leg clasp. Flirted by a quick, spontaneous movement and bizarrely swaying upper body, all the knives just cut the sky.

with the lower and upper body, a completely different movement in the technical system. Seeing that in Otto's eyes, too, makes Dinas unexpected in the back of his throat.

"Mr. Dinas?

"Oh, no... sorry. He moves just a little...... WOW!?

"You're not freaking out with a big figure!

Mouthfeel, Dinas trying to deny the thought that came to his mind. The felt kicked up its ass, turning back.

In a retrospective dinus, Felt blushes his cheeks puffy and lifts his eyes.

"If I stick my hand in the other person's nose, the rest will have to be stolen so they can steal it. If you're going to get chased around anyway, you're going to use anything you can to steal a bump. You don't get it, do you?

"Why are you a thief's eye?

Otto tilts his neck at Felt's advice, but next to it Dinas shook his neck sideways. He stared back at Felt, "Right," he prefaced,

"This young lady is right. I have to put everything in my mouth and find a way to open it. For one thing, I feel uncomfortable..."

Lady, and Dinas calling about Felt, apparently doesn't realize her qualities are a candidate for king. but on this occasion he decides it is trivial and Otto does not mention it. On top of that, listen to the words of Dinas.

"That Bishop of the Great Sin...... he looks like a kid, but he's too good at everything, called how to fight and good moves. I'll take care of my physical abilities but not again."

"-? Well, aren't you born to fight unusually well? Reinhardt and all that stupid stuff, right?

"I would like to raise the white flag when Mr. Reinhardt is established as a comparator."

Make it a Felt Knight, Reinhardt, the Kingdom's strongest sword.

He is now supposed to accompany Subaru and challenge the 'greed' offensive strategy, but Otto, whose strength was only to the extent of his protective technique, also had something just felt on his skin.

Just being beside me boils fear at the same time as my absolute peace of mind. The kingdom's strongest name is not Dada. Or even the strongest call on earth wouldn't be wrong.

On the other hand, there is a sense of disgust and discomfort that boils just by touching Battenkaitos as well. but that's a difference in quality from what I feel for Reinhardt.

Regardless, there is no denying its exceptional combat skills.

"It's not like that either. I've lived, too, and the training ground has crept... but I can't explain how that kid fights with talent. That's years and years, that's a move of a guy who can't be loaded."

To that statement by Dinas, Otto and Felt see Battenkaitos again.

Just now, Battenkaitos just took it with his arm with a small knife blow. Grabbing the wrist of the man who punches in the sword strike, Battenkaitos turns himself and jumps into his nostrils, trying to keep the man on his back and throws him to the ground.

To the men who come in further pursuit, the 'bulimic' feet slide to circle the cobblestone, using their hands and feet loosely, unbalanced and rolled.

Indeed, that streamlined movement had the sober power to draw a line with Battenkaitos' cohesive and violent atmosphere. Techniques in accordance with certain martial arts systems, fixing them.

Looks like a fourteen or five-year-old boy perfects a technique that takes years -?

"A little bit, maybe a guy called Martial Arts Genius can do that too... but I just don't want to think that kid behaved that talent"

Battenkaitos is fixing so much to say to Dinas. At the same time Otto finally realized the whine leaked by one of his white outfits fighting 'bulimia' and the meaning of the envy put in there. They fought faster than the Ottos and were aware of that fact. So, they...

"How to handle daggers, how to fight handlessly, perfect martial arts techniques......?

With that much mouth, Otto questioned his reasoning. The thought that emerged was purely, 'Is that possible?' That's a word.

――――

In the Vorachian Empire in the south and elsewhere, we also hear stories about planting and educating the way we fight to a being who has become a swordsman of the Coliseum at an early age. If Battenkaitos was in such an environment, or it may not be impossible to acquire all this skill at this age, it is also different from such practical techniques.

The way to fix it is to learn the technique for a solid teacher.

Or -,

"Stealing... No, eating and feeding?

Otto has already been heard from Subaru's mouth that 'bulimia' is the existence of eating his opponent's 'name' and 'memory'. In fact, Otto knows the girl who was eaten and left unrememorable.

It's hard to believe, but I don't doubt it's an invisible eating being. But until now, I've never thought about what happens to what I eat.

In case 'bulimia' can accumulate and handle the memory of the person who ate it.

To imitate the martial arts technique that has been trained for over a decade, or the way warriors have fought across the battlefield, and the attack of a girl who supported Subaru beside him -.

"There will be magic!!

"Gaston!"

"- El Huma"

The shock runs electrically, and Battenkaitos chants concurrently with Otto screaming.

The atmosphere makes a noise and freezes, and the chunks of ice it produces flaunts the faces of the 'White Dragon Scale', which did not anticipate its magical attack.

But Gaston stood up with his hands wide open to the rain of that ice cube. The big man is as defensive as ever, bathing his whole body with chunks of ice that can be tapped. Behind it, the 'White Dragon Scale' jumps in, a form that reduces damage. But still, the damage cannot be prevented.

"Your brother's judgment was good. You didn't mean it more than I thought."

Battenkaitos, who exercised his magic, holds up the edge of his mouth as he sees its tragedy.

Wall-helpful Gaston took a rough breath, six of 'White Dragon Scales' hidden on its back, this one with injuries. Bleeding, one grunting, two hit in the leg. Neither do the three remaining, not intact. The power of the war is halved, and on top of that...

"Does that mean our species is broken?

"... what do you think?"

"Brother, it's not for deception. I don't know if I should stop being a merchant before I look at you in pain."

That is how Battenkaitos disappears at the next moment in response to the miserable otto.

No, I stepped in so quickly and naturally that I thought it had disappeared. Its tiny body slid through the side of Gaston, to the side of the 'White Dragon Scale', where it could no longer move.

Like, the three people who can move jump out of there, but the three wounded can't pull.

"Asta. lookfelt. Hicks."

Leaking like a whisper, Battenkaitos gently stroked those three shoulders.

Something, and in front of everyone stripping their eyes, the body of the three touched by Battenkaitos jumps. And Battenkaitos looked back and raised his left hand, which touched them,

"Pelli"

and licked that nothing left palm. As soon as possible, Otto is swallowed by discomfort.

What happened, something must have happened. But I don't know what that is. And that's not all I don't know.

"Who is falling under his feet...?

Otto points at the foot of Battenkaitos, who lets him stretch his tongue long enough.

Three white clothed figures are falling at the feet of the boy's shaped malice. I'm falling, but I don't know its qualities. Perhaps I can predict from the outfit that they are members of the 'White Dragon Scale', but when did they show up and when did they get hit?

"Sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, but only because it's sad. Even if it was a one-sided reunion, we couldn't help but be filled."

"Mr. Dinas! What about those three!?

"I don't know! That's a face I've never even seen! But...!"

The same outfit doesn't convince me that I don't know who I am, etc. No, but I can't intend or afford to delude myself into Dinas' voice. Running out to fly, he swung his two swords into his hands and cut to Battenkaitos.

"Don't, Dinas. It's an old relationship. Even though the purification of my hometown is one step away, it's silly to cut in with one another like this."

"-!? You, where did you do that!

Accidentally stepping on the dynasty situation, Battenkaitos shakes up the right blade. With a single dagger, he gently flushed away the two blows of the knife, and 'bulimia' struck Dinas in the chest with a raised knee, not jumping backwards at once with the momentum as it stood.

Dinas holding his chest down coughs, but the three strangers who fall secure. To such a Dinas appearance, Battenkaitos sighed at this sight.

"Don't stick to the vessel. It's the heart and the contents that matter, isn't it? It's not the outside that makes that person, it's the contents. We know how hard you work, Dinas. Neither Milian nor Mary, it's not your fault you couldn't protect them. I was unlucky."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! What are you doing to me? What do you know! Don't say anything unsolicited! You rotten outdoors!

Raising his anger, Dinas shouts again forgetting the pain of the blow as well. Two swords turn against Battenkaitos, but that was easily avoided by Battenkaitos in his face like he was behaved a blow he saw. As it is, Battenkaitos' hand reaches out on Dinas' back.

"Like what?"

Don't ignore people forever.

"Hey, you idiot!

Gaston assembled directly behind him on the narrow hips of Battenkaitos. Battenkaitos' elbow is slapped into its nose, but Gaston does not fall back on the power of the blow.

A rushing felt leaps further into Battenkaitos, where Gaston suppresses. She slammed the elongated wrap she had in both hands onto its defenseless back of the head.

"I can't believe I'm stupid. It hurts. Maybe we know a lot more than you do, don't we?

"No!

but the blow of its felt, Battenkaitos bends forward and recieves it with a dagger on his right arm that he hoisted further. The impetuous blow made a grunting noise, but he took his aim off loudly and instead felt defenseless.

A situation where the dinas and felt are aligned to show a gap and Gaston is also reachable - the demon hand of Battenkaitos, as it were, to the three of them,

"I won't let you do it, but hey!

On the verge of arrival, the thrown demon stone goes under the foot of Battenkaitos with a red fever. The moment I saw it, Battenkaitos' movement stopped and Felt and Dinas left urgently.

"Don't let go, Gaston!

"Remember, you devil girl......!

Gaston, which remains assembled, does not allow Battenkaitos to escape the demonic stone's range of effects. The light of the red-hot demon stone increased and the explosion increased with such power that the cobblestone peeled immediately after.

The red and white light rises and the felt rolls over this way in the blast. Otto took it somehow and looked at the extent of the explosion.

Otto always carries it, the 'just in case' demon stone. Since the battle against Garfield in the 'Sanctuary', some constant preparation has not been lacking to keep himself safe.

It's a painful means to my wallet, but the effect is still not something I could have fooled around with.

"Are you all right with me?!?

"Heh, you're gonna lick our big man. It's Atashi's armor. You can't go through with a little soft-attack. Just..."

I just mouthed it that far, breaking the faint earthsmoke and the giant popping out. Gaston. He slapped his face desperately as he filled his body with coal,

"Guaah! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Die!"

"It's okay to get hit by a blast or something. But you can't keep it hot or cold."

Felt sighs so much at the figure of a squire bored by high fever. I bathed the power of the Demon Stone of Fire up close, but for one thing it seems that Gaston's life has nothing else to say.

That's all for sure, Otto stares into the smoke. The standing black smoke is on the scale there, and there shouldn't be any means to prevent it from Battenkaitos, who was at the center. Beyond the black smoke, he also looks like Dinas, and he's not safe on one knee, either.

And

"Bennett. Calcifus. Augusto."

――

A whispering voice turned his gaze away from the blast.

There are three falling white outfits and the figure of Battenkaitos in a healthy state. The boy licked the palm of his left hand, once again with a mouthful of "pepper".

incomprehensible coming shortly afterwards. A white outfit of three strangers that once again appears.

The way you escaped the explosion, the three sudden victims, everything is outside your understanding.

"Shit! What the heck! Which one... No, when...?

Next to Otto, Felt brutally scratches beautiful blonde hair . She also doesn't know what it means to be what she sees.

Even Felt doesn't seem to know what needs to be discussed in a big hurry. But Otto understood. This, this incredible thing.

"This is what it means to be able to eat 'names' -!"

A girl named 'Rem' who disappears from anyone's memory and remains only in Subaru. The same phenomenon is happening right now.

Perhaps the falling 'White Dragon Scale' and the men were eaten by Battenkaitos. As a result, the memory of 'being there' disappeared from the heads of the Ottos.

So suddenly it looks like it showed up, and I don't know who it is.

――――

I got scared. Again, understand the spiciness of the substandard monster in front of you.

If it falls into the hands of 'bulimia' Rye Battenkaitos, or even if the Ottos are wiped out here, they disappear without even a trace of the battle.

The very fact that I was here, as well as the memories I fought against.

The possibility that you will be gone and even those who think back about it will disappear - isn't that or better than any fear in this world?

Otto that turns pale. Even if we have not come to the same conclusion, the complexion of felt and dinus is proportionately poor. I now understand recklessness for worse than I could have imagined.

So much so that it makes me wonder if the real choice was a shapeless escape...

"Chickshaw, he's annoying. One more time, are you playing tricks...?

――――

Next to Otto, whose weakness plugs in, Felt grips the wrap and spills like that. Otto accidentally turned a blind eye to its side.

Felt's complexion puzzles the anomaly forward. But the neat side is not grieving. If you don't break it, be so strong in your heart.

Feeling exposed to water, Otto slapped himself on the cheek.

What the hell are you feeling weak about? It's bankrupt and can't be called a loss until you brace your neck. Not yet, like, if I can rope it around my neck. I still have eyes.

To the appearance of those two, he stood up with a face ready even to Dinas and Gaston. And when he saw that the four of them could not break their will, Battenkaitos nodded contentedly,

"It's good, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good because it's good! Raging! Raging! You guys deserve the table! I'll upgrade it to a better category among appetizers, Gaston. And Felt and Dinas, I'm gonna taste it."

With his hands slapped, Battenkaitos gave three unhappy ratings. Then 'bulimia' slowly, with its eyes, looks towards Otto. The neck-leaning blasphemer is a disgruntled face, wondering if he would start Otto's reputation with the flow as it is.

"You seem smart, you give up badly, you look like an aromatic brother...... yet"

"What... no"

That's it, Otto accounted for Battenkaitos' dissatisfaction.

Battenkaitos gently called the Felts by their names to love them. The characteristics of eating his' name 'and the content of his statement make it known.

Battenkaitos can't eat 'names' of people who don't know 'names'.

Therefore, 'bulimia' cannot eat Otto's 'name', which has never been called so far. For that, I'm unhappy.

"To the three of you, please. Never call my name again."

If the name is not called, at least the purpose of Battenkaitos will not be achieved.

Or maybe even a bunch of Battenkaitos', lukewarm attacks that seemed so far out of hand, were actually a means to get to know this one's name.

I also allowed Ottos time to meet, waiting to call each other by name, to get their meals ready -.

"Evil. No, brother."

Felt groans sorry for the remarks jumping out of that Otto reasoning.

On its side, she dwelt an unprecedented and awkward colour,

"Atashi, I don't know your brother's name or anything in the first place..."

"I'm sorry, Lord Head Home Secretary. Whatever my position, forget my name..."

"Yes, yes, it is, isn't it! It's nothing. I'm not close to all of you, and I'm not important! Yay, Chickshaw."

Of course, Gaston shrugs his shoulders with a face he doesn't even know.

It seems sad and complicated like a pleasure, but at least this has greatly reduced the fear of a name cracking on Battenkaitos. I have no doubt about that.

"Regardless of Dinas, I wonder if the two of you are sheltering your brother. If not, well... it's a pain in the ass to ask."

"Isn't it one hand to give up and back off for today? Later, again the day...... right. Mr. Reinhardt, if you'd like to come when you're present, I'd like to welcome you."

"Turn around before the treat. I can't believe you're doing that to your right. As long as our bellies are filled, we can't go home. Louis is gonna piss me off."

Naturally, I can't even convince Battenkaitos. Then the battle is inevitable.

"Gaston, never let go next time"

"I don't hurt myself, so do what you want..."

"Next time, I'll hang out with you."

Gaston, who tried to dissatisfy himself with the order, rounds his eyes to the words of that felt. Then Gaston laughed roughly, stroking Felt's head ramblingly and messing with his hair.

"Don't joke about it. I can't believe I let your husband let me down. I don't know how he's going to see me."

"Don't touch Atashi's head. You can do that. Just Grandpa Rom."

"That's why I did it."

With his hair messed up, Gaston stands next to a sniffled felt. Next to it, Dinas laid two swords, and Otto also counted the number of demonic stones planted in his sleeve.

Three on the left sleeve and two on the right. Five in total, you have to take care of it.

"Touch it with your left hand, it feels like eating. Think of it as over when you're touched."

"Isn't that stupid difficulty just asking?

"Even if they slaughter the steeple with a sword, it's over with a single machete. If you hit it, it's no big deal to lose."

"Should I be told?"

Whimper as Felt convinced, and this one's ready.

Be polite, Battenkaitos will see you get ready for it. When Otto narrows his eyes to the good demeanor, the blasphemer who perceived the intention laughs.

"Isn't it polite to wait for the meal to be served? Whatever happens to Roy, we're gastronomers. I'm all about eating."

To put it that way, Battenkaitos praises him with a good trick.

Seems conceited. It also seemed a somewhat familiar trick.

"Bye, again. Bishop of Witchcraft Cardinals, Rye Battenkaitos in charge of 'bulimia'"

…………

"Isn't it polite to call me back when you're named?

"You're a fool to call me back in a conversation like this."

Following the custom between warriors, it is customary to return names if they are named.

Or maybe Battenkaitos has used that method to get the names of several humans so far and have eaten them up side by side on a plate.

There is no reason to follow that custom here. So poking, 'bulimia' laughs,

"That's right. - Bye, Itadakimus!

At the same time as the dietary signals, the small body has shrunk the distance to a single leg jump. Unlike what I've been showing you, the movement looks like a breeze blowing through.

Up to this point, Battenkaitos, who had survived the offense with only his legs and legs, genuinely demonstrates his strength to hunt his opponents.

The non-combatant otto can't capture the movement and can't react properly.

Just not the other three.

"Don't think you can beat Atashi because of your temper."

Felt is the only easy way to keep up with the speed of Battenkaitos running like the wind. Shortly after lightly kicking the cobblestone, her body moved all at once to be carried by the wind.

Exactly. He seems surprised by the move, and Battenkaitos' first blow is empty.

"-!"

There, Gaston and Dinas attacked at the same time.

Two knives of Dinas and a knife also picked up in Gaston's hand are gripped. In response to that slaughter, Battenkaitos, who exposed himself to defenselessness, opened his legs and dropped his posture.

With his hands on the ground, Battenkaitos' body turns with his legs extended. A surface kick paid off the legs of two men, and the Dinas went out of balance.

There -,

"Uh-oh!"

"Huh?

Raising his voice, the fourth otto grabbed him.

Come here, was it unexpected that Otto would wage a melee, Battenkaitos raised a distracted voice, and Otto succeeds in assembling into that body.

Immediately after the thought of keeping him in captivity - the pounding pain struck Otto's belly. Battenkaitos' left fist pierces and Otto's body rolls in a gobble.

"What, ho!

"Like the right ingredients, dark flavor and thin flavor menus, you have to give up where you need to go, brother. Cha and I'll deal with them later..."

In front of the mouth-running Battenkaitos, the two disfigured move.

It's Gaston in a position where Dinas holds the rolling otto and shelters the two more. Battenkaitos tilts his neck at the formation, looking down at his cohesive run-down and realizing.

- Two glowing demonic stones hang in the position where Otto was assembled.

"That's right."

The attempt to take it off is slow.

The next moment Battenkaitos notices the Demon Stone, two Demon Stones burst at once.

The Demon Ore of Fire and the Demon Ore of Water.

The red and yellow light and the blue and white light swell up at the same time, and the body of Battenkaitos is surrounded by that light and the impact thrusts through.

"-!!

With a direct hit of light up close, the Ottos also suffered the damage.

Gastons take on the wall for the most part, but the shock and heat still strike Otto. My skin is broiled or burned to cold air.

After the shock wave pulled off, the second blast site seemed terrible. The cobblestone has been chosen, the soil has been stripped off, and the burnt bolt cut has been chopped a thousand times and fallen.

"Ah, it's terrible at all. It's ruined."

And once again, Battenkaitos is moving to a point away from the blast site.

But this time it just didn't go unharmed. The boy leaked so in some grumpy voice as he had the aftermath of a blast in his long hair.

Apparently, the bollocks that fell to the blast were put together by the boy. That's for sure. I have lost the boro that has previously wrapped my whole body, and the skin beneath it is dewy.

"-"

It's Otto who accidentally groaned when he saw what Battenkaitos looked like.

Gaston and Dinas are also losing their voices and frowning when they see the same thing.

- There were tons of scars on the skin of the boy who was stripped off, all of his sight.

There were countless marks of the whip, of the burning, of the carving of the blade, of the rough shredding, of the choosing, and of the beating of the fangs of the beast, until they turned blue and black.

Under a bolt, the boy, only wrapped around his waist, looked back with a scratchy body, and when he noticed the ottoes whimpering his eyebrows, he looked unhappy.

"I was forced to pull off the child's clothes, and the reaction scratched me. Don't grownups like this?

"... I don't know if you're a close adult, but I usually don't like that."

"Hmm. So I'm gonna have sympathy again or something. That's what you guys don't trust when you change your attitude!

He spreads his arms to show off his scratchy body, and Battenkaitos yells so.

Otto looks at the words, but Dinas looks sick too. I just can't shake the look on the faces of Felt and Gaston.

When they saw the ottoes on the face, they sighed.

"Hey, come on, think of something crazy. That's everywhere. It wasn't just you or Atashi, anywhere."

Felt says so in a terrible way while turning the wrap in his hand. Her eyes don't have a piece of sympathy or anything. Regardless, I know Otto is also an unworthy opponent of pity, but he wasn't born crazy with the Bishop of the Great Crimes.

At least that's what it seems like if you look at Battenkaitos' body -.

"- boring imagination is just futile. I don't need it. I just want regrets."

――――

To the fake, the voice of a person who was not supposed to have been in the Great Square sounded.

Everyone, including Battenkaitos, looked up.

Five gaze turned to one of the waterways surrounding the Great Square - from which gently dances the universe and one girl descends.

Fluffy, spreading frilled dress with cream-colored hair wrapped around it. Clear faces are familiar, and with round, big eyes, she looks at the situation.

And when I caught my eye on Otto, I sighed like I had no choice.

"Subaru is the only one with sweet sexual roots and stuffing. Subaru is the only one that Betty can help... this time it's only a special measure."

"Yeah, sorry, sorry to bother you. But thank you."

To the girl's harshly audible remarks, but Otto feels so relieved that he wants to weaken and go in.

The presence of that girl is one of the "winning muscles" Otto put up.

"Now, we're going to clean up all this noise and get Subaru to hold us."

A girl who waves and shows her lifted hands, saying with a dashing face.

No, Spirit. That, too, is the Great Spirit in the Spirit.

Natsuki Subaru's covenant spirits, Beatrice - finally joined the war as reinforcements.