Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

It is the name of the felt that is taken away, and Battenkaitos, who should have started the 'meal', vomits.

There is no lie in the attitude of 'bulimia', which groans in bitterness and exhales gastric juice. Do they squeeze out their stomachs when they vomit, even though they didn't actually mouth shaped things?

It was an incredible sight, with such unprofitable thoughts floating around.

"Shit, stay... just kidding..."

He strokes his thrusted chest and the felt rises in a scratch-ridden appearance. The look is frustrating and dissatisfying, but it doesn't look like it was fatally damaged.

Beatrice and the others, who capture her at the edge of their sight, have not forgotten the felt.

The "bulimia" meal failed.

"Fuck, fuck, yeah!

"I don't know why... but it's a good opportunity!

Spilling gastric fluids from the edge of his mouth, Dinas strikes completely off the battlefield to unconscious Battenkaitos.

Two swords flipped and he was slapped relentlessly by Battenkaitos.

On the defenseless neck, the sword flash of the knife is imminent -,

"Gi, wo!

The roaring voice of the beast rises, and Battenkaitos uses physical surgery to gaze at the blade.

Hair that is delayed in evasion is taken to slaughter, but does not result in the skin being cleaved. Rotate your small body at high speeds and 'bulimia' escapes attack range with nightmarish behavior.

"Merchant!"

"I know, I know!!

In response to Beatrice's call, Otto waved off his right arm. Two Demon Ore thrown from its sleeve hits Battenkaitos who escaped the attack.

Moments, the light explodes and the resulting magic runoff blows its body - but Battenkaitos responded to this with a phenomenal reflex nerve.

"Huma!

The moment the swelling light swallowed Battenkaitos into the power of its destruction, Battenkaitos activated his magic and consolidated it by wrapping the demonic ore that exploded in the ice.

The burst of demon ore loses its place of power, becomes just a mass of ice and makes a noise and falls to the ground. It's an ultra-high technology that lets colorless magic waves interrupt surgical procedures at high speeds.

Even that was probably done by one of the 'names' that Battenkaitos has ever eaten. Considering that 'someone' who has mastered all that technology is also sunk in the back of his stomach without anyone remembering it, he exhales.

But now those emotions are behind us.

What matters in this arena is...

"Ha! It's dangerous... but it's not safe."

Battenkaitos laughs as he kicks the ice that traps the demon ore and drops it in the waterway. He wiped his mouth with his arms and tilted his neck as he spewed the gastric juice that remained in his mouth.

What those cloudy eyes see is a felt that turns hands and feet to ascertain the extent of the injury. Felt beckons its nose when he notices Battenkaitos looking at himself.

"It is. It's the same thing that annoys me."

"I can't believe it's annoying. I'm impressed. I'm sorry I thought you were bad at looking and snapping."

"Huh? I don't care what you say..."

"I didn't think we were smart enough to use a pseudonym. I was totally fooled. I was going to avoid being disappointed until I uncovered the 'name'... but I can't believe they took it backwards."

――――

pseudonym, heard Battenkaitos speak, and Felt pressed silence.

The reaction of the frowning felt is that shown by what is asked unexpected. You should see that she has no idea what Battenkaitos is saying right now.

Meanwhile, Beatrice, who was listening to the current story, understood the cause of Battenkaitos' 'failure earlier.

Battenkaitos is the owner of the power to touch people who know 'names' and eat 'names' by any means - but it needs to be an official name.

Fake name, or something like an nickname. That doesn't work.

Felt's name alone did not meet the conditions as a 'meal', so Battenkaitos, who had tasted it, was to look in pain.

If so,

"Felt on your brother... it's a pain in the ass that we both don't know his name and he decides to eat them both"

A purely unknown otto and a felt that seems to use a pseudonym.

The behavior of 'bulimia', as already known from the memory of Dinas, whose name is broken, and Beatrice, who is no longer an obstacle, is crippling to eclampsia, but if you continue to bind yourself to eating 'names' in the name of gastronomers, there is also a gap that goes in there.

"Hey! Why don't you shut the fuck up and listen to me?"

Beatrice to think of and Battenkaitos to think of. Felt is the one who roughed up his voice as Otto and Dinas also anticipated the opportunity.

She is frustrated that she has been extraordinarily concluded, poking Meatier and barking at Battenkaitos.

"It's a fake name. What, are you kidding me? Atashi has been living for fifteen years under the name Felt that Grandpa Rom gave me. It's no joke that's a lie."

"The kind of person who doesn't have a sense of a pseudonym. Ah. Well, I guess that means your raised parents did just fine. It's too much trouble for us... I mean, there's a name that's been given to you before that name, you know."

"That's the name your fucking parents gave you that dumped Atashi in the alley? Then it must be" troublemaker "," waste of rice "or" garbage ". That's what I said, why don't you try some pepperoni?

"It's against the gastronomer's consciousness. - Oh, yeah."

Battenkaitos hit his hand with an angry grin felt, showing his octagonal teeth. He looked from top to bottom at Felt's body,

"After I eat other than you, I'll keep you safe. So, why don't we go see Grandpa Rom, who gave you a fake name? Grandpa Rom might know your name. We're good at hearing what we know. You can count on me."

"... take that much time. Don't you have a choice to give up?

Otto accidentally pinched his mouth on the 'bulimia' that speaks of his ugly plans. heard it. Battenkaitos put his hand on his mouth and sounded his throat delightfully,

"If there is a finite number of lives in the world, there is also a finite number of them that deserve gastronomy. Then we won't miss the opportunity to meet a limited amount of gastronomy. Raging! Raging! Just lick it, shake it, sip it. I'll lick it all up to the sauce on the plate and taste it. Oh, of course, you can rest assured that your brother is no exception.

Battenkaitos' gaze decides that he can never miss the four remaining men on this occasion.

The restraint on the 'bulimia' diet is incomprehensible to the Beatrices, who were rated worthy of 'gastronomy'. It just doesn't make more sense than the obsessive troublemaker watched.

And that blasphemer's desire to go to food bought the unhappiness of Wanted Felt.

"Oh well. If we don't do something about it here, we're gonna get to Grandpa Rom."

Saying in a quiet voice, Felt shook his own leg.

The shoes I was wearing fell out of the soap, and the felt was the same with the other leg. Stepping on cobblestones with her feet barefoot, she pulled out her dagger as she rolled Meatier aside.

"-? Don't get involved, Felt. It's a trump card, isn't it?

"I'm not used to it - it's easier this way than relying on tools. Originally, I'm going to hold you that far. The guy who can use the tools says it's a good idea to use them easily!

His barefoot was round to grab the ground and he was ejected forward so that Felt's body would be bounced at the next moment. The speed at which enemies come in between blinks, just like the wind.

Battenkaitos also peels his eyes at this, forgetting his spare attitude towards the blade to be shaken. It's a response to waving your arms, leaning back, and pulling out the body surgery that sank into your memory.

"Rah!

The barefoot felt velocity just outweighs the momentum a light-hearted girl can give.

Coverage of power beyond intelligence - that is, there is no doubt that it carries protection. The dagger flashes many times and crosses quite a bit with Battenkaitos' dagger technique.

Regardless, that skill is overwhelmingly increased by Battenkaitos, but the only reason the felt doesn't have to be pushed off is because Dinas' cover goes in.

"It's an important body, don't be too impotent!

"Osama's a jerk, don't be late!

Skillfully manipulating two swords, Dinas manages to block the gap in the counterattack of 'bulimia'. In the meantime, the felt turns to the blind spot of 'bulimia' and raids suddenly, the sound of steel meshing with each other, disturbing the shadows of the three who mesh with sparks scattered.

Brawl that lacks decision beating even then.

This time, however, the decision-taking is precisely prepared outside the chaos -.

"Surgical ceremony...... I let it go, I might bump it!

"Both of you, get away from me!

Take the time to assemble one procedure carefully while being placed outside the mosquito net.

The process of paying close attention because of the extra filter has been inserted into the work that usually does not need to be handled.

After all that hard work, it finally takes shape.

――――

Following Otto's cry, Felt and Dinas leave beside Battenkaitos. It's a 'bulimia' that reaches for the felt, but I'm not ready to eat the felt 'name' where I touched it.

"Ha ha, let it be!

Shaking her rampantly grabbed ankle, Felt flew wide behind her with one leg. Leaving the scene so that Dinas also rolls, only 'bulimia' remains on Beatrice's rays.

Going there, Beatrice completed the magic that required the power of a 'thousand' to activate, through the power of a 'thousand'.

"Now I'm not kidding, really...... Ur meña!!

The purple glow flickers in response to the chant, and the light circles around Battenkaitos. Battenkaitos looking up at what's going to happen, but it's slow in its reaction.

Instead of standing up, you're right to run away without shaping.

"- Huh!"

The rings of light converge at once, and the torso of Battenkaitos is suppressed into the wheel of each arm. A further ring of light chained to the 'bulimia', which restrained the movement of the upper body, and closed it.

If you keep your whole body wrapped in a circle of light, you can't escape the power of Ur Meigna.

The crystallizing purple light tightens the upper body of Battenkaitos one after the other. As it was, the rule of the wheel fell to the lower body and the "bulimia" felt in motion fell on the spot.

And with the sound of the atmosphere stirring, the mighty purple blue glow rises above the head of the falling blasphemer, pointing its tip towards Battenkaitos.

The power of Ur Meigna to restrain and crush.

The destruction that promptly tapped into Beatrice's capable technology and made it happen poured on Battenkaitos.

――――

The roar was heard plundering, but it was scratched out before the purple light that created destruction.

The overwhelming power of light gives rise to cobblestones, and a winding blast surrounds the Great Square with light and smoke, and the skirt of Beatrice's dress flickers heavily.

"Did you do it!?

"Did you do it!?

"You did it!?

While stirred by the blast, the three men who were lying down raised their voices so at the same time.

In the middle of the blast, there was no means of evasion in Battenkaitos, where he was. If you take a decent blow right now, that flesh will disappear without even leaving a piece of bone...

"I wonder if it's over yet!

- Yes, if it's a decent hit.

Beatrice exhorts vigilance in a high voice, and the complexion of the three men who shouted delightfully changes. As soon as possible than the three of us, it's not a difficult story for Beatrice to notice a failure.

Feel it.

- Four more.

The Great Demon Stone that had been serving the nostalgia couldn't stand the present Ur Meigna procession and was crushing and scattering on the verge of finishing Battenkaitos.

Disappearance in a position that, although it could be brought to the activation, is not sufficient for the full effect. The glow does not reach to burn down Battenkaitos, and the body of 'bulimia' is -,

"Maybe I was just in a bit of a hurry right now!

――

Pushing through the smoke, Battenkaitos jumps from a low position to Beatrice. From the power of magic today, it would be the result of judging who should be erased as soon as possible.

Beatrice is a wizard with exceptional skill, but his figure is a constant - as he looks, he hasn't taken off the realm of a young girl.

Battenkaitos, who manipulates the masters' body surgery, and is not capable of conducting melee warfare.

Beatrice therefore immediately uses the third demonic stone against this enemy.

"- Murak!"

"I just did a little work..."

On the verge of Battenkaitos' reaching, Beatrice's chant barely took the lead.

The stretching fingertips were such a willingness to let Beatrice escape, no matter what the interference. But that will come off again.

The moment I thought my fingertips had plundered the dress, Beatrice's body blew straight behind me like a leaf of a tree pushed by the wind.

――――

Beatrice's chanted 'Murak' is a shady magic that interferes with gravity. It's magic that interferes with the forces that attract him to the ground, his own weight, etc., but Beatrice used it to completely zero his own weight for just a moment.

That's what floats in the wind, so much so that it plays loud at your fingertips trying to touch you.

"Ko, eh -!?"

As per the prospect, Beatrice's body leaves Battenkaitos and flies all the way to the end of the Great Square at once. Battenkaitos, who tried to chase after it, heard the exaggerated footsteps that had arisen behind him and looked back at you.

Roll out the dagger behind your back and try to slash the innocent intruder. But the blow cut off the sky. Because there is no footsteps person there,

"Garfiel and 'Bowel Hunting' and all those people get caught up in it!

In an application of wind magic, he threw even more demonic stones at Battenkaitos, where 'I flew footsteps' Otto had his back turned. A heat wave of demonic stones bursting onto the back of the strip strikes, and now Battenkaitos blows up in an unprotected blast.

"Now it's over!

Battenkaitos rolls through the gobbles and squares, throws out five bodies and falls. I jumped at that figure, and Dinas with two swords backwards tried to stab me in the stop-

――――

Boosh and the falling boy whispered something.

Dinas does not hesitate, even if that is a begging for life, or a word of regret. For him, who has lived a mercenary operation, the taking of life is the result of competing with Sybias.

The question of whether there are adults or children is minor, and mourning and regretting is all but a sentiment that can only be done after survival.

So I broke it off. However, there was no precipitation in the movement of the divided dynasty, but I still couldn't help but hold the inexplicable in my chest.

Because now the whisper of Battenkaitos sounded like this.

- Lunar eclipse, and.

"-Oh?"

Shortly after it reached the correct sound of the sound, the missing voice between them leaked.

At the next moment, the limbs of Dinas wielding the knife are spraying blood simultaneously. Each limb had a wound profoundly penetrated with a dagger, precisely choosing a tendon.

That is, it means a complete loss of limb function and cannot stop a falling body.

"Ku, ah!?

Dinas falling from the face to the cobblestone, whose head is trampled from the top. His nose was crushed by cobblestones, and his sense of impact-soaked dynasty blew away.

Dinas, who stopped moving on depression, kicked its body on, and the risen Battenkaitos slowly looked back at Otto.

"......"

It's not the first time I've exchanged my gaze with those cloudy eyes.

Yet Otto's spirit was instantly entangled in his cloudy eyes.

Because the whirling madness and resentment were so black from it earlier.

――――

It was a moment.

Distance clogged between blinks, and when I noticed, the burning fever pierced Otto's legs. If you look at it, you decide the front of both legs so that the dagger produces a cross wound.

Peeling, trousers and skin underneath them peeled off, as did peeling of the fruit skin. On the red cross section behind the skin and the peach muscles, the white nerves and bones crawling around in it, any green blood vessels, had been removed unharmed, and Otto's throat stuck in misplaced emotions.

It's distracting. Beautiful techniques have never been seen so far.

Minimal bleeding - no, no bleeding whatsoever. The treatment of a truly exceptional skilled blade destroys the human flesh so beautifully.

――――

Kneeling in, Battenkaitos mouthed the wound. The feel of the rough tongue licks all of the important parts of Otto's leg that were inside his skin.

There was tremor in the muscles, bones, blood vessels, nerves, the sensation of them being licked, and in the next moment, both visually and tactile, the embarrassing disgust and intense pain boiled Otto's brain.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!?

There's no blood. I don't know what that means.

It's just pain. It's also just a substitute for an eruption of blood, with a tremendous pain that makes the exfoliated bones and nerves stroke in a damp breeze and the muscles carefully stripped with needles.

Vision blinks, brain explodes. An organ that understands pain refuses to understand it. The screaming throat trembles like blood, neither can it be stuffy with its immobile legs.

As Otto then exclaimed, Battenkaitos, overlooking it, tilted his neck. Long scorched tea hair slips off her shoulders and 'bulimia' sighs like tired.

"I thought it was a meal break. I don't care if it's food or bad food... really, I have no idea what a meal is except for us"

Until then, it was a badly accomplished voice with a frantic grin and attitude.

I thought Battenkaitos shook his head slowly and behaved as if he were mocking himself - the look on Pat's face changed,

"Don't put it that way. I did have a little trouble playing, but I still found Louis' favorite treat."

The gaze of Battenkaitos, who showed his fangs and circled his neck, saw the Beatrices. That gaze and the two girls breathtaking without thinking about Otto's misery. but the look on Battenkaitos's face when he saw those two reactions also turned into something empty and frivolous.

"Sure doesn't sound bad... but it would secure the vessel over the contents. Besides, I haven't even read the Gospel."

"You may not see Louis, but that's what the kid in us tells us. There he is, Master Beatrice is, I guess. If you can do it, it will fill you up physically and mentally. It's a great opportunity!

Look to the right and talk to each other, look to the left and talk to each other, Battenkaitos asks himself in such a way that he can clearly see from outside as well, not in his own chest.

It was as if it were a sight to converse with someone else inside you.

No, the fact is, it's possible.

There are countless souls in Rye Battenkaitos, a blasphemer who eats' names'. Then it may be possible to exchange words or even discuss them with any of them.

Then there is a lot of understanding in this particular question.

"Can you move, little one?"

"Oh? You're the one who's not freaking out, little one."

Beatrice and Felt communicate their intentions, cursing each other. Peek into each other's eyes and make sure neither of the wars is broken.

When Felt snorted small, he snorted his jaw to indicate the corner of the Great Square. Beatrice ascertains what is scattered there and perceives its intentions.

"... could those guys come after this, Betty? I'll hold you back."

"Can't you stop it? If you're confused, Atashi is better..."

"I don't know if I can expect you to be dumb enough to throw up twice. And no matter how hard you scratch it, Betty can't handle it. Maybe you'll have to do it."

Show Beatrice's recommendations the bare gestures that Felt contemplates. but wrinkled between her eyebrows, she quickly twisted her neck, scratched her blonde hair and said, "Ah!" He raised his voice.

And when you point your fist at Beatrice,

"Don't screw it up, little one"

"I wonder if you're the one, little one."

Return nothing in particular to the fists directed, and challenge the showdown with only vice against each other.

The end of Beatrice's discussion is almost at the same time as the end of Battenkaitos' self-questioning. Beatrice doesn't have the fighting power to cut down Dinas and Otto, if that thing is to be fully demonstrated, and the confidence to flash it head-on.

"So are you ready, Master Beatrice?

"If you answer you haven't done it and you get respite, you will. But if not, then the question doesn't make sense."

"Absolutely right. Bye, again - Itadakimus!

Head-on, Battenkaitos jumps in a straight line for Beatrice. Speed is not as good as the earlier, nightmarish threat. Nevertheless, it is nevertheless a sufficient threat to Beatrice. The melee disadvantage remains unchanged.

So not bumping into each other head-on is the real deal as a shady magic user.

"Oh, lah!"

In front of Beatrice, Battenkaitos' body turns vertically with his hands on the ground. A swinging down heel approaches from directly above Beatrice and a sharp blow pierces the girl's brain.

"That's not gonna happen."

- On the verge, Beatrice's body leaned backwards to the kicking wind pressure even once again. This is the result of leaving the effect of the 'Murak' activated earlier unchanged.

Leaning behind the wind pressure, Beatrice jumps up big and straight on the spot. The girl's body, free from gravity and without a neck tree called weight, floated too lightly.

Skillfully flipping the hem of the dress, Beatrice's body in the wind dances the universe irregularly.

"Brilliant! But it's sweet to deal with!

A tongue-stretched Battenkaitos circled to the drop point and grabbed it towards the hollow Beatrice without waiting for its landing.

Its fingertips reach Beatrice with the momentum and accuracy with which the Raptors capture their prey. But at the same time, it is proof that the opponent has gone up to the hollow where there is no escape.

The biggest focus is to hit more than just a limited amount of magic remnants.

Beatrice turns her hand from directly below to Battenkaitos, chanting the magic she's most used to in her four hundred years of life, and this past year.

i.e. -,

"Shamak!!

Demon stones scattered in nostalgia, black swings erupted in response to Beatrice's chant - the leaping Battenkaitos plunged from his head into it, trapped in an incomprehensible world.

"Mono-!?"

A black jaw attaches and Battenkaitos' body falls indefensibly into the cobblestone. Shamak's effects aren't that long though he should continue to be unable to do anything until he shakes it off.

Beatrice's hand tag now - one demonic stone available can't take a fatal fight away. If Beatrice is at this moment, the means to choose is.

"Ahhh! You'll do it, Master Beatrice. It's like you fought like that guy... even affected you ah!?

Shamak shook off, turning himself, Battenkaitos stripped his fangs. He glanced around the square and glanced over at Beatrice.

In the memory of the girl in him, there should be no sight of Beatrice lining up next to Subaru. So seeing his influence on the way Beatrice struggles like this doesn't realize how much that means.

"Sora, you're acting big with the last demon stone!

Shaking off his sentiments, Beatrice turned his hands to Otto, who rolled under his feet. Use the magic of the last demon stone to send a wave of healing to Otto's foot wounds.

Full healing is far away, but still desperate pain should have been far away. Otto, who was rolling in tears, coughs heavily around whimpering.

"It's useless like that, now what happens if I resurrect you?

"This is what happens!

Beatrice yelled back at Battenkaitos mocking him for wasting one hand.

Shortly after I frowned at him, something ate up from behind Battenkaitos' leg. Battenkaitos in disfigurement with his fangs deeply raised on his left leg.

I looked down at my feet a little bit, and the eyes of Battenkaitos, who saw it, were opened.

"Ha!?

Surprise at what you don't understand, what was there was a bloody water dragon.

With his neck stretched out, a water dragon rushing through the cobblestone is eating up at Battenkaitos. Once the water dragon was pushed to the point of no combat, through the last will.

Of the five demon stones, the third is the use of demon stones.

Ur Meigna, who ended up intense but undeveloped in the first, and Murak, where the second was used for emergency evasion, and recovered the dying water dragon, which had been played in Murak, with a third demonic stone.

He released Shamak in the fourth and kept Otto's pain away in the fifth.

That's Beatrice's five-handed, demonic stone usage to capture victory.

"- Ah! Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!

Otto, whose throat screamed so loudly that he hid his call to the water dragon in the scream, did his part and now it's time to cry for his own pain.

Shortly after receiving Beatrice's treatment, Otto is really good at understanding where he is immediately sought after. He is the only housekeeper in the Emilia faction who is often unwillingly involved in battle.

"Well done, you're a natural!

"I don't know what it is, but I'm not happy!

With Beatrice's rare praise, the tearful otto responds that way. And in front of the two of them, Battenkaitos, whose feet were devoured by the water dragon, is pulled down to the ground and somehow tries to get up with his fangs removed.

But all those reactions, they don't make it before the trump card.

"- Ready, ready. Well earned, little one."

A winning voice made a hard noise and Meatier's ass slammed the ground.

With a cane on his hips, Felt points its tip towards Battenkaitos. In her hands Meatier glistened a light, the aftermath of which blew the envelope.

When the white wrap is removed, it is the elongated cane of pure white that has been dewy from it.

The length of the pattern is long enough to pass by when it comes to spears, and without an elaborate design, an eye-catching mechanism is not incorporated.

Its workmanship reflects the spirit of the creator.

Do not ask tools for more than tools, the very spirit of the 'witch' named Echidna.

"Mother..."

Beatrice has never actually seen Echidna wave that wand. Still, I know the purpose for which the wand was made and its power.

Harassment of the Divine Dragon Volcanica - He said it was such a weapon that could interfere with the Divine Dragon.

Nevertheless, there are several conditions for use.

It is difficult to satisfy that condition, as well as the problem of the user, even though it is tough to demonstrate all its bottomless specs.

"Come on, the power that works for Mr. Reinhardt, taste it. Hey!

With the conditions met, the expectation value is sufficient if the mana is full felt is the user.

Sucking up the gripping owner's mana, Meatier accumulated an endless amount of strength, and the light gathered at the tip set a target for Battenkaitos.

"-"

That's Battenkaitos, too, can't keep room for its power.

Seeing as potentially lethal, Battenkaitos immediately strikes the nose of the water dragon restraining his foot with a dagger, pulling his foot through the moment his fangs loosen and not flying while suffering a laceration.

At that moment, Meatier blinked strongly.

"Go - Ew!!

At the tip of the meatier the light swelled up and the white light emitted to Battenkaitos.

Battenkaitos, who escapes the confinement of the water dragon, manages to roll out of its rays with his wounded leg. As it was, the light missed its aim and collided with the water dragon - just before the orbit bent. The light draws a complex orbit and chases it to Battenkaitos.

"Nah!?

Battenkaitos raised his voice to the light bullet that chased him to his escaping self. With a sharp body appearance and leap as it is, it falls off the orbit of a light bullet that reaches back.

But it's no use. Whether Battenkaitos escapes, rolls, or jumps, the light bullet arcs, circles, chases, and targets a direct hit.

That's the greatest strength of Echidna's magic weapon, Meetia.

It is a permanent tracking function to the subject defined as targeting.

A weapon made by Echidna for 'harassment' of the Divine Dragon Volcanica. If the cohesive echidna is serious and just produces tools for 'harassment', then it's natural to end up with something that doesn't allow compromise for that purpose.

Therefore, the magic weapon became a weapon that did not miss its object, did not come off, and certainly arrived.

"Nuh, guh...... then I wonder what this is!?

Battenkaitos, who boiled his business, strikes back at tracking light bullets that have no limits on whether he escapes or not. Magic increased and the perimeter of Battenkaitos froze.

The rising multiple ice columns point their sharp tips at the light bullets, and stormy barrages jump into the white light - but the resistance is a mistake.

The ice column is nearly hit by white light, reduced from its tip to mana, shattered and swallowed by light bullets before it hits. Not only that, Light Bullets absorb all looming magic interceptions and increasingly increase their power and scale to reach their targets.

"Shit, this... this!

Rolling, he manages to escape the orbit, and Battenkaitos spills his evil. But that left foot wound is deep and does not allow for a full leap.

Or if you move agile, it might have been possible to direct a light bullet towards the Beatrice and the others, or at Felt himself, but you don't have that much room.

Eventually the light bullet circles around the rolling Battenkaitos and slowly pushes the 'bulimia' body into the power of destruction as it blocks its escape -,

"This is stupid, because we..."

"The mess is loud. Just hang up the eclipse."

At the moment of the direct strike, Battenkaitos raised his miserable voice, which was anointed by another badly chilled voice. And the light bursts.

――――

The dazzling white light swells up in the middle of the Great Square, creating the largest crater ever.

The swollen light had anointed the world white, and the anointed part had disappeared as if it had lost its color.

A large square is determined in a round sphere, where water flows into the waterway.

But...

"Oh man, not at all. It's hard to have a really bad brother."

Next to the tragedy of its destruction, there is a shadow peering into the waterway.

A person with long stretched burnt tea hair and a scratchy body. Needless to say, its physical characteristics are nothing short of the relative Rye Battenkaitos.

In what way did you avoid that light bullet attack - but it is not there that deserves the most surprise on this occasion.

"I don't know what you mean."

Beatrice's whining isn't a surprise that the attack didn't hit him.

In the first place, it's not a matter of not hitting the attack. Because it is Battenkaitos that should be hit by light bullets, and not by anything other than Battenkaitos.

So I turn my back here, naturally I don't hit a big, muscular guy. The question is, where the hell did the man come from?

"Is that 'bulimia'......?

I looked up in bitterness, and that's how Otto spilled seeing the same thing.

I'd like to deny it, but Beatrice doesn't have words for it right now. The big man looked back at the gaze of the pressing Beatrices.

There he was, a tough-faced man who didn't look anything like Battenkaitos.

The part overlapping that blasphemer has no fine dust, in the appearance of approaching forty roads. In front of Beatrice narrowing her eyes, the man put his hand on his jaw,

"You don't have to look so strange. We're just like this"

And, in a woman language that betrays her appearance, the man lightly cuts off his long hair with a hand knife. Parallax and hair scattered, and when he saw it, Beatrice understood how to avoid light bullets.

Meatier's tracking shall be established until a decision is made that he has been hit.

That power. If you even hit a part of your body, you can get your whole body involved enough. That point was taken backwards.

Man - Perhaps Battenkaitos cut his own hair and illuminated it with 'contact with the flesh' in a light bullet. And escaped the offensive range with all his might, sparing the damage.

Or a measure that might not have been established, but only this time, it is a full answer.

Originally, in order for Meetia to be targeted, it is necessary to 'aim' to identify the target.

It is best to connect him to the target odd, or gate, but in this case, as an urgent measure, he used Battenkaitos' hair, which fell in the middle of the fight. For that matter, the light-bomb slipped away from my hair.

――――

That's all I thought about, Beatrice bites into the bad situation.

I didn't expect to be dodged in that way the meatier that was the trump card. The Demon Stone is used up, what you have on hand is for self-service, one that you want to keep warm for the pack.

Otto and the other men can't fight, and Felt, who was sucked by Meatier for the majority of his mana, is also crumbling on the spot and breathing rough.

Rest in peace - the idea comes to mind, but Beatrice shakes her neck to the side.

Accepting defeat should come after death. I have to do the same myself, just as Subaru finds a way to live in desperate circumstances.

So Beatrice looked up kickingly and glanced at the man.

With his gaze turned, Battenkaitos rounds his eyes. Then he put one hand on his hip and covered his face with the other palm. And

"Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok....

"-"

A change occurs in Battenkaitos' body before Beatrice can argue with the bullshit being told. The sound distorted the bones, the blood erupted painfully, and the big man's body shriveled.

It was Battenkaitos who bled heavily from the newly created wound and roughed up his breath regained his appearance as a boy.

Battenkaitos has a frantic grin in his full-blown state of creativity. Looking at this one with a low throat, 'bulimia' happily spread his hands.

"Our name is Louis Arneb, Bishop of Witchcraft Carnage, in charge of 'bulimia'"

"Louis......?

Rye Battenkaitos, that should be his name.

I can't read the intention of naming a different name on the pretend, and Beatrice frowns. And, sewing through that bewildering gap, Battenkaitos kicked the ground hard with only his right leg.

Beatrice stiffens herself with something, but 'bulimia' flies to the edge of the square and when she recovers the bollocks that had fallen there, she collapses to hide her scratchy skin.

On top of that,

"Unfortunately, that's all for today. Because Rye and Roy wore out too much. I'm gonna get in the way of laying it off any more. I'll see you around, sweetheart."

"-! Let him go, I wonder what you think!

"Stop being strong." Eclipse "can't be handled properly by this body, but it can still be enough to wipe it out. I won't, because the table isn't ready."

To Beatrice as she tries to step in, she pokes her finger and Battenkaitos shakes her head.

A terribly feminine trick - no, in fact, maybe Battenkaitos is a woman now. Something is happening in that intrinsic part that is difficult to understand.

Battenkaitos nodded to Beatrice, whose legs stopped out of disgust and vigilance.

"Neither Gastronomic Rye nor Bad Food Roy knows. 'Cause yes. Meals aren't' what to eat '." Who do you eat with? "

――――

"Bye. I'm sure you'll come and see your loved ones next time."

"To -"

Wait, sooner than calling, Battenkaitos slipped into the shadow of the Great Square and disappeared. Chasing after the rest is not for Beatrice in a situation full of wounded.

It is also reckless to go deep and be drawn into the favorable situation of 'bulimia'.

By the time Meatier, the trump card, was removed, there was nothing else like this.

"... they did it."

Beatrice looks around, indulging in her desire to tongue.

Otto blurred his consciousness in pain, and the mercenaries and Felt's squire passed out, fainted. Felt regrets it, but he's going to fall in now.

And that Beatrice is no exception.

In response to Kiritaka's desperate appeal, should Beatrice take it as a result of her entry into this battlefield that she somehow did not have to leave the dead?

Either way...

"I don't know if I can put my chest up and ask Subaru to hold me..."

A girl's soul sleeps in the prey that let her escape - Rye Battenkaitos.

How should we get certainty about that and tell Subaru about it?

Beatrice turned to you to speak to the hazy felt, with terrible and painful troubles.

Ironically, this battlefield battle is also ended by the departure of the Bishop of the Great Crimes -,

The battlefield of Watergate City was only a few moments away.