Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

Fighting across the city was slowly coming to an end.

The damage in each of the battlefields has been remarkable, and there have never been many points that have been hit that have had a significant impact on the functioning of the city.

It can be said that that fact was the result of the magnitude of the situation that struck this city of Pristela - the witchcraft that brought malice to the city, making it aware of the threat.

In a situation where such great damage continued to be created, there is one battlefield with different hairs.

Or maybe that's not what you deserve to call a battlefield.

Just even a sword trident sounds, and the swinging white blades aim only at each other's lives.

Only a clumsy desire was there between swordsmen who cut off everything they didn't need and, to a minimum, pointed their cuts where they truly wanted them.

――――

The flashing sword flashes still illuminate the moonlight, and the swordsman continues to exchange love over steel.

Sharp sounds, splashing sparks, gray and red hair dancing under the moon.

They are all beautiful and sophisticated sworddances that take the attention of the audience, or intertwine their minds and make even the Sword God go away.

of a long sword, a harsh power you can't imagine from a streamlined motion that scratches water.

The bouncing, wind-wounding double-sword streak can also thrust through lightning, as is the case.

――――

The two blades continue to engage, as they dance a mutually determined dance.

Wilhelm had received a telesian sword strike from the front, which remained beautiful on his young days, letting him take the sword strike as he gained momentum and gaining mourning for the response he felt in his palms.

Boiling from the depths of his body was the drink of his own heart, immature even when he was old.

- It's boiling.

- I'm happy.

- It's gorgeous.

Honestly, let me assure you.

The Sword Ghost Wilhelm was scorching back on his former days and now that he could cut and tie with his young wife. That mind, all burned up.

So much so that this sword trident continues to occupy the back of my brain that my desire to give it all away if it doesn't end.

"But..."

Such selfishness, blasphemy that you are not even allowed to hold.

Wilhelm the Swordman is a blasphemy to the tireless days dedicated to the sword.

It was a sword saint, Teresia, a blasphemy for the oath that I gave her and took from her.

As a swordsman, loyalty to a greatly gracious master, the blasphemy of his thoughts.

Wilhelm Van Astrea's heart-burning love of blindly following that love is a blasphemy to all the world that now lives in this moment.

- Therefore, the settlement must not be postponed.

- No matter how this moment was a comfortable paradise for a sword ghost.

――――

"Huh!

A silent sword flash pushes over like a storm and responds to it with countless sword strikes.

There is no precipitation in the movement of Telesia flirting her white clothes while swimming her long red hair.

Like the leaves of a tree on a stream of water, only a lethal sword is released from the inside of the natural body.

Up, down, left, right, lethal sword strikes don't pick an angle.

However, Wilhelm was getting a faint discomfort while layering the slaughter. And the satisfaction with the discomfort is also received in response.

Teresia Van Astrea's skill as a swordsman is remarkable.

That was certainly a realm that would never have been rivaled if we had competed in the field of pure swordsmanship, even in Wilhelm, which was at the time the full height of the flesh.

Now the silent and relative Telesian blade does dwell on its former skill.

The cause of Kensei, which relentlessly buries the hostiles and even brings relief with trance to the asylum seekers.

- But there is a decidedly different part between her now and her then.

"- Light"

Double swords and long swords clash head-on, and sword ghosts spill as they make the spark sweep.

Wilhelm stared at the blue eyes that looked beyond his body as he played impending.

"It's not comparable, it's light, Teresia. - Is this what lightens your sword when you lower the load?"

――――

A certain way, to that word that even exchanged disappointment, but beauty doesn't move one eyebrow at a time.

Theresia stares back at Wilhelm with her clear blue eyes lit with no emotion.

No objections, no objections, no enemies there.

She was a woman who laughed a lot, was angry a lot, and obstinate a lot.

A woman as beautiful as a blade if she keeps her mouth shut, but hardly when she keeps her mouth shut, etc.

She was a flowery woman in a big circle, blooming under the sun.

- That's now, it's just sad.

――――

Only the silent wife's loose shell is there.

Whenever he exchanges his sword trident with the figure he continued to love, Wilhelm's heart is disturbed by thousands.

Play like you stood back in your old days, migrate with the understanding that you can't go back to your old days, and sleep fine in your foam dreams without being able to abandon your old days.

- Fifteen years, what days did Telesia have?

Think of when you lost her and spent it for that enemy, Wilhelm's unhealing wound on his shoulder claimed himself.

The wounds injured by The Protection of Reapers will never disappear.

Apart from the "Blessing of the Sword Sage," it was even a blessing that Teresia was given by the Sword Sage to end those days of war.

One cut creates a river of blood, and a bright slaughter builds a mountain of corpses.

Therefore, the loss of life pulse does not require any small work.

To beat Theresia, there's no other way to gain sword power over her.

Once Wilhelm shredded himself to the extreme to reach and accomplish it at the end of such desolation that he turned himself into a sword.

There was no other way to defeat Theresia, who had been drawn swordsmanship to his limits under "The Protection of the Sword Sage".

And now, paired with her sword on a young day, Wilhelm understood.

- The skill of the sword is outstanding and in the realm of mastery. But there is a great shade in that sword power.

"Even if I worry before I hold the sword, I won't worry after I hold the sword. You know better than I do."

――――

"Remember when we broke up? Folding of the great conquest, you waved me off to stop and carved an unhealing wound on this shoulder. - I didn't forget every word I said then."

No reply. I don't even ask for it.

This is just a ritual of Wilhelm reflecting on that day.

With this pain in the shoulder, the engraved memory comes back to life.

Teresia literally pushed Wilhelm away when she went on a journey that she could not return to.

- When you get back, let me hear the words you couldn't hear that day.

"I came to fulfill my promise that day -!"

Two swords are raised and a Telesian long sword is played.

Former Kensei even used that recoil to wield the blade, but Wilhelm didn't even see that counterattack, he read through the track and dodged it.

I know.

Where the blade comes from, lovingly.

"Ru, ooh!

The habits are the same. Same move.

Kensei's sword moves, once painted on the back of his brain and continued to be pursued in the midst of a soul-shredding desolation.

Break it, swear to take it, burn it, burn it, burn its soul when it reaches that realm.

It's just like the way she looks with these breasts hot.

――――

Neither Wilhelm's appeal, nor the beauty of red shakes fine dust.

A silent, silent and emotionless sword flash runs, and Wilhelm shoots down the whole thing.

I loved her enough to know even with my eyes closed.

That's why let's stare and love it all without closing our eyes.

"-"

- Top, cut back, spike, jump up, cut.

He receives a falling blade, flushes a slash that cuts back, avoids the spikes that are released, turns himself to a jumping cut, tangles up with a double sword with a cutting blade, and turns to fight back.

A streamlined defense is outnumbered by hand and impossibility occurs on the speed of the Telesian sword.

It didn't happen that Teresia retreated, and Wilhelm jumped in that gap without hesitation.

――――

For a moment, my emotions passed Teresian eyes looking at the sword ghost.

No, an illusion. That was once just this feminine mind pulling out my memory when I was in the exact same situation.

- As many citizens watched, Wilhelm defeated the protagonist of the ceremony, "Sword Saint," and took a girl named Teresia from the Sword God.

A reproduction of the same situation, exactly, then.

Then in the end, too.

"Teresia-hh!!

A long sword intercepts Wilhelm jumping into his nostalgia.

The swordsmen wrapped it up with two swords, and a crack entered the body that could not withstand the load. but at the same time the long sword was played straight up and the telesian half opened wide.

Drawing a large semicircle, Wilhelm's twin swords return.

From the beginning of this encounter to the present day, the greatest gap has arisen in front of Telesia. The muscles of the arms swell up, and the pattern of the sword clasps so much grip.

And through a blow all over me, trying to end a reunion that was impossible...

- End it, I said.

"- Huh!"

The passion that builds up blocks his throat, and a number of expressions float around his open orbit.

Crying, angry, obstinate, smiling, floating are all the same woman's, sweet faces.

Shake it all off, Wilhelm strikes down the blade.

The slaughter ran, straightening the woman's neck and torso...

――――

On the verge of a direct strike of the blade, a figure appeared at the end of Wilhelm's eye.

It's an unlikely swing of consciousness in extreme concentration. But that's all I'm saying. It's just a matter of ignoring it, without any influence.

There is nowhere else to go, such as in the realm of life and death, where you cut with your life at stake as a swordsman.

Put everything into the presence in front of you and achieve your purpose with the sword strike that the sword ghost deserves.

I should have. I should have been able to.

- If the figure shown there was someone else in the red.

"- Dad?"

There is a distance.

A whisper with a sound of doubt was not such a distance as to reach Wilhelm.

Yet the voice sounded well as if it had been uttered in his ear.

Staring at this one, a red-haired man with blue eyes.

Heinkel Astrea was watching the last moments of this battle.

The end of the slaying of Wilhelm, his own father, and Teresia, his mother, was merely flattering.

- As soon as I got there, my sword flashed dull.

"-"

A decisive machete should have been released.

A sword strike that should be enough to tilt the trend of battle and end a long dream time - its flashes dull, creating room for counterattack.

――――

Theresia turns herself over greatly, and the long sword that returns with a wrist return bounces back the double sword.

The roaring sounds of steel and the slaughter, which had been promised fatal wounds, turned into a disturbed miscellaneous attack of the cardiac body, distracting the purpose and scattering a spark.

"Ku......"

- Why, I noticed.

Wilhelm hits from the front with suspicion that rises in his chest as he takes the flipping slash and does his best to weigh in.

If you hadn't noticed Heinkel's existence, or if you could have ignored its existence, if you had concentrated too much on Telesia, you wouldn't have exposed such ignorance as you do now.

I should have hung my whole life and decided to take Theresia from the Sword God.

Is the result of that great determination the way your body is today?

Again, the sound of a light sword trident begins to chain.

But earlier clear steel meetings, that sword dance was already lost.

The impurities got mixed up.

The fantasy of doing everything in its power and increasing its purity as steel every single integration, which should have been just a two-wielded blade, is lost to the other side.

It was in front of my son who was left, alone with an old sword ghost slashing each other with his beloved wife.

It can't be cut off as a sword, it can't even be cut off as a sword ghost, it's just immature, lacking, as a father, as a husband, as a swordsman, as a man.

I couldn't shake any of it off, I realized my own immaturity.

I couldn't stop evil from entering my sword chi, which should be poured into my sword.

Therefore, this result may have been inevitable.

"-!?

Striking down two blades, the continuous impact rocks the straight sword.

Stupid honesty about the power of sword strikes, a power comparison occurred between the stopping telesia - the moment I stepped in without pushing it off, my thin body turned in front of me and a blank space arose.

My leg comes forward, half a step, creates a gap.

――――

Immediately after, the feeling of death looms from behind.

He received a super-powerful slash shaken by a single letter with a sword that turned to his back without getting into his hair intermittently.

Unable to stop the stumbling shock, the belly of the sword received devours deeply into his own shoulder. I stepped on a bump and my forward leaning body sprayed blood. Bones twitch and muscle fractures thunder the brain.

I took it with the right blade. The left blade remains.

Spilling blood from the edge of his mouth, Wilhelm bounced the Telesian long sword up again, as he assumed with his right blade.

Without aiming, the Telesian long sword rises overhead.

At the same time, the sword fell out of Wilhelm's right hand. Never mind. If your right hand is emptied, only punch the whole spirit into the remaining left blade.

Into the telesia behind you, punch the sword strike on the left.

Drawing a right-turning orbit, the harsh slaughter plunged straight into Teresia -,

――――

Sparks scattered.

And a resounding, tall sound.

With the weight of steel halved in his hands, Wilhelm was once again oriented against his own failure and his own weakness, which he should have realized many times during this battle.

At the moment of striking a blow into Theresia, Wilhelm unconsciously chose to act.

Release the blade you grip in your left hand from either turn left or turn right.

It's a trivial, tiny difference.

But at the same time, it is a fatal difference for the two who have reached the edge of the swordsman.

Select speed to the left, or power to the right.

There was still salvation if the phrase, misdeed, that was lost in its choice.

Wilhelm lost sight of Theresia in a flash to see if she could see it from the front.

――――

It was a wave that should have left Wilhelm's hand that took the sword ghost blow.

It was in the air. Theresia grabbed it and let it break into the orbit of a blow.

The moment we receive the sword and each other's blades engage and rest, the long sword is waved down in momentum. It crossed the belly of Wilhelm's sword and turned down steel without any resistance.

The blow of the long sword broke the sword, and Wilhelm realized the loss of his score. It was my instinct as a swordsman to grasp a broken sword pattern and prepare for the next blow.

However, the readiness to do so can only be achieved if there is an isolated difference in purity as a swordsman.

And in that sense, she's the worst person in front of me.

Sword ghosts who lost their swords and "Sword Saints" loved by the Sword God.

The difference is historical and there is no need to talk about it.

- In a moment where he forgot to blink, Wilhelm watched his right leg pierced by a long sword.

――――

It was such a beautiful sword to fall in love with.

The blade penetrates the base of the old swordsman's right foot and only dirties that blade tip to a minimum with blood.

An exceptional swordsmanship oddity that does not unnecessarily destroy, passes through a gap between muscle fibers and nerves, and just takes away the function of the foot.

Irresistible like putting a blade on water.

Demonstrated that on his own right leg, a tremor ran on Wilhelm's back.

We don't even know if that feeling belonged to admiration, lewdness, loving taste, or any other way.

All I can tell is the reality of a defeat that can just be poked at.

"Gu, uhh..."

The blade still buried in his right leg slips and his knee is broken vertically.

Just like when the long sword came in, if it was pulled out of the meat without sound, Wilhelm fell apart groaning at the pain that had come late.

Blood overflows from the wounds on his legs, leaving his lower body powerless.

If the power of "Protecting Reapers" is activated, injuries cannot be healed using any healing magic. The closer you get to the owner of the shield, the more effective it will be, and it will become a life-eating curse, even if it is a minor wound, which will prolong the bleeding against the enemy.

――――

Wilhelm's right foot wound is not a shallow wound that can be described as minor. If left unattended, it is a life-threatening profound, and 'the protection of the reaper' forcibly refuses to recover.

The deadline for life should have been seen as set too short.

"... thoughtless"

While the pain was burning my brain, my sighs leaked before the bitter squeal.

The pain is screaming at uninterrupted intense irritation, but Wilhelm himself only puts it out on the face to the extent that it twitches his eyebrows.

Don't. I'm not being patient or mean.

A sharp stimulus to the flesh cannot outweigh the darkness that overshadows the mind no matter what.

How much physical pain will make sense to this old swordsman when disappointment and discouragement and impudence to oneself burn one's soul.

――――

Remove the sword in his hand and Wilhelm puts his hand on the wound.

The bloodshed is a spill of life, but the defeater is not going to let it slip away. Just as a courtesy, we shouldn't just come to an end of blood loss, death, etc.

Fight as a swordsman, fight as a swordsman, defeat as a swordsman.

Then the life of the loser should be taken by the winner's sword.

"Teresia, I..."

――――

A red swordsman in charge of the long sword is looking down at Wilhelm.

In those eyes, there is still no emotion whatsoever. She remembers nothing until the end, and without thinking anything, she is the reaper of the sword that prunes Wilhelm's life.

I looked up so beautiful that I fell in love.

Theresia quietly, waves her sword up in front of Wilhelm. When that sword falls, Wilhelm's life also runs out.

But...

"Alone, never...!

The moment the long sword fell, Wilhelm reached out his right hand. There, one crack of the double sword - the abandoned sword of Theresia is falling.

Wilhelm picks it up at his fingertips and scratches it badly all the way to the end.

Defeat, that's good. I can't help it.

But I can't leave Theresia here alone.

There is no stopping my wife, who is forced to wave her sword, with this hand, nor let her go under the great Kursh and Subaru.

If it's not enough to burn this life down, it doesn't matter if they destroy your soul after death.

- But the flash of that readiness.

――――

"Teresia......?

With his sword in place, Teresia was flying big back.

The blade I grabbed with my right hand, to a distance that I couldn't even reach that spike. In the unreachable position of Wilhelm, who injured his leg, Teresia tilts her neck faintly.

Emotionless eyes, seeing a terribly empty color there, Wilhelm was frightened for the first time.

The fear is instinctively a fear that appeals to Wilhelm's instincts as a swordsman.

He said he didn't have to force his mortally wounded prey to stab Todome.

There is no such thing as pride as being a swordsman, the judgment only a cold reaper makes.

"Wait...... wait, Teresia!!

Wilhelm exclaimed at the horror of being left behind.

My legs don't hurt. Forget the pain in his right leg, Wilhelm tries to chase him far away to Theresia. But wounds are real, even without pain. No force, falling over. Striking his shoulder hard, the old swordsman raised his face wondering if it was acceptable.

Teresia rocking her long red hair and moving away.

At the end of that opposite leg stands Heinkel standing on a bar.

The still undiminished sword laid down upon him the next prey.

Slash the husband and the man you don't know, and then the son and the man you don't know, for that matter...

"Stop it, Teresia! Do you think that... that you would be forgiven for that!? Fight me! Look at me... look at me! Look at me, look at me, Teresia!

Raising his voice like spitting blood, Wilhelm called Telesia.

Over and over again, the name I wanted to call her before, in a completely different way than I thought many times, anger instead of love, madness instead of enthusiasm.

But the woman doesn't look back.

With the sword of death, the woman turns to Heinkel. Heinkel breathed in the way he walked over, pulling his own knight sword out with trembling hands.

"Wait, wait, wait. Oh, you... Teresia, you're lying, right? That can't be... Oh, it should be my mother... ugh."

――――

"No, you don't have to be my mother... you don't! Oh, my dad's been so much, and so... shit! What the fuck! What the hell are you doing?!

Towards sight, young day telesia.

The figure and the figure of my mother do not overlap in Heinkel. He shakes his neck to the side reluctantly and utters an outrageous word in desperate attempt to deny the sight in front of him.

My knees laugh, my gaze is not bumpy, and I'm weak in holding my sword.

Opposite the former 'Sword Saint', that can't even hold it together.

As it is, Heinkel is definitely slaughtered and killed by Teresia.

That's not all there is to it.

"Teresia! Over here! I'm still alive! If you want to kill me, kill me first! Heinkel, you can't do this! Run now!!

In support of his sword, Wilhelm stood up in the mood to grasp the stone. There is no room to hold back the foot wound and the load will cause more blood to erupt.

The cobblestone stained bright red with already overflowing blood, and Wilhelm followed Teresian's back as he pulled the thread of that blood.

Far. Too far.

Too late. Too late.

Also, Wilhelm won't make it. Also, it doesn't arrive in Wilhelm.

"Hih..."

――――

Telesia's long sword arcs, Heinkel's knight sword shrugging his shoulder takes it.

Without a slight stagnation, the knight's sword casually left Heinkel's hand and jumped over the cobblestone making a tall noise.

"No, don't... don't, Mother..."

He got handless and a frightened Heinkel put a buttcake on the spot. Move your hands and feet desperately, try to crawl and Heinkel tries to escape.

But a trembling fingertip, a frightening mind, a telesian, emotionless eye that binds Heinkel's mind and body with fear, barely moves from the spot.

His throat was drawn, he scratched a large amount of cold sweat, and Heinkel was paling his face.

I might have also had incontinence. It's just that Heinkel was staring at the cutting edge of a long sword that could be put up, taking away enough room to even be ashamed of it.

- Like breaking the moon, a straight sword stretches straight into heaven.

At Setouchi in his life, Wilhelm had no skill to exchange and was about to let his wife see the moment his son was slashed.

Raise your voice. It won't arrive.

Reach out. It won't arrive.

"Teresia -!!"

Of swordsmen who couldn't put everything in their swords, there's no power in a voice that just screams.

The long sword is ruthlessly waved down to extinct Heinkel's life -.

- That's it.

The voice abruptly, but clearly, tore its tingling sense of urgency apart.

Rin's voice color contains no hesitation of shards and no forgiveness whatsoever. It's a natural substitute for just beating an overwhelming presence on what you hear and letting it communicate its will.

Wilhelm, Heinkel, and even Theresia stopped moving.

At the end of the three gaze, a young man stands.

Blue eyes trapped with burning flaming red hair, clear, and glowing ethereal.

While staining the white outfit with blood and mud, standing upright does not require anything but bravery to decorate.

The young man slowly moves forward on the spot.

In its hands is an engraved sheath of deep and sharp wounds and a knight's sword pulled out of its sheath.

The dragon sword raid had been grasped, polished to the point of abnormality.

- I thought I heard the laughter of the sword god so loud in the ears of the sword ghost.