Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

Inside the stone room, Subaru stared at the girl with limbs thrown out in front of her, staring at her own hands.

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I don't have any understanding of what happened.

I have a scratch on my wrist, my throat is annoying, and my heart beats foolishly fast. But none of them are directly connected to memory, and it just seems like a bug or something that was born in a blank zone of the brain.

Apart from that physical evidence, the spirit, the soul, is left behind in a situation.

If there's only one thing I can say for sure...

- The lightning of the girl's life lying in front of her was that it had already gone out.

"- Oh, come on, it's too soon."

Disturbing his breath, Subaru shook his head and rushed under the girl who fell on her back.

One step, your feet are heavy to take and your actions are dull as if the soles of your shoes were sticking to the floor. I managed to pull my shoes off the floor and bent over beside the girl's - Mary's.

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Mary opens her mouth pompously and throws out her white, thin hands and feet to not move even tightly.

The expression also looks distracted, and the eyes that do not hold the light are blurred and focused somewhere far away.

Originally, she was a girl with an indescribable impression, but her current appearance reinforces that impression more...

"Me, Mellie...... hey, Mellie!

Call.

No reaction.

If not with his voice, Subaru shakes Mary's shoulder and slaps her cheek gently with his palms.

I still don't have a reaction. Open eyelids don't even blink.

"Meh..."

Interrupting the call, Subaru stuffs his breath and attempts the resuscitation procedure as long as he can remember.

A heart massage that puts both hands on a thin chest and weighs in from the top. I remember hearing that the position of the heart was two fingers from the dovetail, etc., and I shoved my palm in as I knew it.

"Ha... Ha...! Mary! Hey, Mary!

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"Shit!"

No reply. With a blue-white face, the girl's body rocks powerless.

In an evil state of affairs, Subaru tilted the girl's neck and attempted to breathe artificially as she secured her airway. CPR procedures are repeated cardiac massage and artificial respiration.

"Later. What more do we have? What's there, what's there, shit, shit, shit!

Desperately handing over memories, Subaru scratches hard for anything else he can do.

But the only way to interpret it is with knowledge gained halfway through television, or with the biology of listeners. The more desperate you get, the more hard-working you feel like putting your arms in Kasumi afflicts Subaru.

In the end, foolishly, repeat, repeat, repeat, and repeat cardiac massage and artificial respiration.

I can't feel the heartbeat on the palm of my chest. Mouth it and pump the air directly into your lungs, but that doesn't help the girl's body to communicate her intentions.

That's how you keep doing CPR to the limit of your strength -,

- Shit. Shit.

With sweat on his forehead and rough and disturbed breathing, Subaru fell off his back to the ground.

"Ha, ha... fuck, fuck...!

Grabbing his forehead with his hands, Subaru is less repentant, just malicious.

Mary didn't breathe back. First, you're right about the impression.

The lights of a girl's life go out, and she never lights again.

- Mairie is dead.

Unmercifully, fate brutally took the life of a young girl. and so on, and such restless expressions are not appropriate for this occasion.

It was never fate that killed her. A clearer intent to kill killed her.

In that evidence, Mary's thin neck was left with a painful blue-black mole.

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Silently breathing, Subaru with remorse turns his eyes to his palm.

Until just before, both arms were scratching hard to save Mary's life - both left and right with distorted claw marks engraved on their wrists.

It's like, with all your strength, a scar scratched at the stake of your life.

It wasn't so stupid that I didn't know what that meant.

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Svalbard, who wakes up his body, will make Mary look good.

I'll fix the mess, put my hands together over my chest, and close my blurred open eyelids. And when he paid homage to the dead, even in form alone, he softly did his hand on his thin neck.

Remember the unpleasant scare and crawl your fingers into the blue and black mole that lingers on Mary's neck.

"... perfect,"

No power, no unexpectedness, a thirsty grunt only makes the facts sound.

The blue and black mole on Mary's neck - which looked like a finger trail - and the shape of the overlapping Subaru fingers matched perfectly for the amateur as well.

No longer will you be able to question the facts if you get this far.

Mary was strangled and murdered.

And the culprit is nothing else -,

"- Whoa, whoa."

As soon as I realized that difficult fact to move, my vomiting ran up Subaru's throat. Turning his face away, Subaru tried to roll to the side, avoiding contaminating Mary's remains.

Overflowing is the breakfast I just put in my stomach a little while ago. thrashing it on the floor in abundance, Subaru vomited until his stomach was empty,

"Me, really, you're just throwing up..."

I wipe my mouth ramblingly with my sleeves and Subaru spills that way in a sense of self-derision.

In fact, I can't remember how many times this is vomiting. This may be the first time since the start of this new day, but it looked terrible the last time.

I feel like I haven't been able to digest what I put in my stomach for once. Without apologizing to the people, Subaru was in the mood to apologize with all his spirit to the farmers all over the country.

If you're not conscious of thoughts that don't have any benefits that way, your heart is going to crack and crack.

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We have too much circumstantial evidence.

There were two of us in the room, and the finger marks on Mary's neck matched Subaru's. Subaru is not so optimistic as to think he can escape words in this situation.

I didn't even think someone framed me, etc.

There is no need for others' hands or anything else to create this situation. What a situation someone can create if they help, what a place there was in beyond dimension.

If you have the hands you need to create a nightmare, that's just two.

- If you had two Natsuki Subaru arms, wouldn't that just be enough?

"... I don't know what that means"

Taking that fact directly from the front, Subaru puts his incomprehension of himself into words.

Incomprehensible, incomprehensible, situation incomplete, any word used, this is a non-reproducible situation - but I can only conclude that this offense was committed by Natsuki Subaru.

But Svalbard himself doesn't have any such memories.

"What happened, what happened? Remember. Remember. Remember. Remember..."

Standing up and walking around the room with a grunt, Subaru opens his memory.

Died, woke up, met Emilia and Beatrice and Patrash. Hiding the lack of memory, he had breakfast, questioned Julius, who reacted unnaturally, and embraced Shaura, who was sneaking up on me, and then came across Mary in the aisle.

And when Mary has business with Subaru, she brings up something to talk about...

"Yesterday, I don't know about the night... what did he say..."

Faced by vaguely blurred memories, Subaru rebuts Mary's words.

But shortly after she had spoken of the matter, Subaru's consciousness was broken there, and the words that Mary was supposed to have said were disturbing thousands like thoughts about falling asleep.

"At night, they asked me about the night. That's for sure. Before I woke up, before I went to bed? Anyway, one thing or the other, they ask... so?

From there, I don't know.

All I know is that what Mary asked Subaru would have something to do with 'Night's Behavior', which Subaru would also like to know.

In the story of Emilia and the others, Subaru was spotted falling in the library this morning.

Before its fall, Subaru's actions in the middle of the night are unknown. At least there's no doubt that what happened in the meantime has something to do with Subaru's memory being lost.

And I'm sure Mary thought there was some connection between that lost Subaru memory and...

"Dead. That too, I strangle...? Why would I..."

If I looked down at both hands, I felt the vivid feeling come back to my palms even though it wasn't in my memory.

Forcefully, both arms strangled until the young girl's breath stopped. I guess what's on my wrist is a trace of Mary desperately resisting being strangled.

If you look closely, the fingernails of the girl you put together have blood attached to them, leaving solid evidence that they were rubbing together.

Deeply engraved nail marks on his arms seem to Subaru to be the resentful voice of the girl left behind...

"-?"

I was paranoid, and I thought about it, and Subaru's throat leaked out of his breath at the sieve.

Exhalation like a distraction, the cause of which lies in Subaru's arms. It's not a scratch around the wrist, it's so punctured. The gaze turned to Subaru's own right hand claw.

Its nails are jammed with blood that has scratched people and their chosen skin, just like Mary's.

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Surprised by the inexplicable blood trail, Subaru turned again to the remains of Mary.

Respect the dead, and look like a neat death. It's also a great consolation, except for the blue-black mole on her neck, the girl's remains remained poor during her lifetime.

At least, there are no nail scars as far as I can see. Subaru's nails were ugly and no painfully determined traces were left on the girl's body.

Then what is the blood and skin left on this nail - harmful, the marks?

- No way.

Twitching, he looks down at his painful arm and Subaru shivers his lips to a bad feeling.

Ahead of the elbow of the right arm, it was new to my memory that I was undergoing a black, grotesque mutation there, but it was the left arm that was experiencing painful wounds.

Subaru slowly begins to roll his sleeves around to the claims of pain coming from the inside of his elbow, the area covered by his sleeve. The slight texture of the fabric is the feeling of thirsty blood peeling off.

Breathtaking as it is, Subaru lifts his sleeves to his shoulders in a breath.

And I looked at my left arm, which had a good amount of bleeding, and exhaled my swallowed breath.

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Red and black, finger-dropping blood that dirty his arms, gazing at the wounds complaining of pain.

There was a scratch and scratch thinking I had carved it with my right hand, as I had imagined. The painful wound carved from the inside of the elbow to the two arms does not complete as just a scar though.

Letters.

It was a distorted letter, engraved into the flesh with nails.

There, it's carved like this.

- "Natsuki Subaru ascended", and.

"- Yes."

As soon as you see it, one embarrassing breath leaks.

I wondered if it wasn't some kind of mistake, Subaru wiped the wound on his left arm with his finger, rubbing the wound and making sure, over and over again, that once the stopped blood was flowing again.

But I can't read anything else. This says' Natsuki Subaru ascended 'no matter how you look at it. As you can see in Subaru, in dirty letters, in Japanese, with Natsuki Subaru ascended -.

Easy to understand. Very easy to understand self-assertion. Apparently, the killer sometimes leaves evidence at the scene to prove that it was his crime, but that's the same thing. I left my name and made sure that this was clearly conveyed as to whose offense. What kindness, what a sense of merit, what a manifestation of self-evident greed -,

"You...... you, what the fuck!?

Faced with an unacceptable fact, Subaru exclaimed sadly as he turned his voice upside down. He wields his inseparable left arm, turns away from his face to keep the dirt away, and his legs snap.

fell. With a buttcake on the spot, Subaru punched his left arm on the floor with a toothpick. Over and over again, blood spills from the edge of his mouth bitten by the pain that strikes him and resounds to his bones.

But that doesn't change the reality. The wound on his arm won't go away again.

"I didn't! Never had a wound like this!

Shaking his neck aside reluctantly, Subaru complains that the wound on his left arm is after the interruption of consciousness, in a room where only Mary can no longer move.

The scratches on the left arm that twitch and ache are new and are never just scratches I never noticed before. Someone who strangled Mary scratched Subaru the same way - no, no.

No, no. Definitely wrong. Incorrect. It's just past.

Admit it. Understand. You know that. Someone said it wasn't. He said this was the crime of Natsuki Subaru, not any other being.

"Natsuki Subaru", not Subaru, killed Mary and inscribed a medal on her arm as if to boast of her accomplishments.

"Ku, ru..."

You're out of your mind. It's crazy. I just think something's wrong.

- Was "Natsuki Subaru" the name of an incomprehensible monster?

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This is not the first time Subaru has ever had distrust of 'Natsuki Subaru'.

Still unanswered, starting with last night's unnatural behavior, 'Natsuki Subaru' has repeatedly acted clearly illogically.

To quote, "Natsuki Subaru" was no longer similar or non-existent to the intimacy with Echidna that was asked when questioning Julius, or some sort of ploy that spiritually cornered that Julius - Subaru, who only had experience returning to the convenience store.

That's what I mean, it's so much more convincing to be told that a completely different being possessed Subaru's flesh.

"But it's not..."

Abominable, but if you pay attention to the wounds on your left arm, you have to deny that suspicion.

My name engraved on my arm, naturally, is handwritten as if it were something different from what I used a brush or a pen, but I still get a habit of writing.

Specifically, there was a habit of Subaru becoming aware of the letter Tomehane. If you don't imitate so consciously, no one else can match you that far.

In other words, this is definitely the handwriting of "Natsuki Subaru," which makes Subaru and Roots alike.

As soon as that is discovered, there are facts that will come to light.

It's...

"-My, 'Natsuki Subaru' is back while my consciousness is down?

And that "Natsuki Subaru" killed some form of confused Mary, leaving that fact in Subaru's arms and hiding in the narrow space of consciousness again?

Only there, I really don't know what that means.

"You have your own body, why, you got me... no, I don't, what? What the hell are you doing? Who are you..."

Strengthened to eagle his face, Subaru shrugs with a trembling voice.

In a different world with no stopovers, under circumstances where we don't know who is the enemy and who is on our side, Subaru finally has to take himself out of the bounds of a harmless existence.

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Anxiety dominates the chest when the underfoot is lazy and you can't even stand properly.

But Subaru exhaled, long and deep, as he resisted the sensation.

I can't keep calm. The mind remains disturbed and cut off.

But as such, I'm sorry to hear you swing like this without knowing anything, as Natsuki Subaru intended.

So...

- Who are you?

Svalbard raised his left hand nail to his right arm - grotesque tattooed running skin - whining his hatred for his opponent, who could not stare without a mirror.

From the puffy, ripping black skin, the red blood Shizuku did emerge.

- I ironically thought so, too, that the blood flowing from this black skin was red.