Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

- Captain Marcos, I have a report for you.

That was what the guards who had rushed in to tell him, saluting him, when he had finished packing the details of the treaty that would provide for the election of the king and whether a separation would be made between the talks on that day.

The young soldier, who raises and lowers his shoulders in a hurry, blues his face when he realizes the rash gathering in his stepped in place, cooling his liver in the rudeness of his work.

A guard so bloodthirsty that he could hear the sound now, Marcos moved to shield his disrespect from the sight of the indoor people,

"My men have been rude. My lack of instruction."

"The story is well separated, and the reflection is in the complexion of the person. If that's what your superiors say, I won't blame you."

It is Krush who shows generosity on behalf of Marcos in the room. "More than that," she continued her breath as she stroked her bound long green hair with her hand,

"Enough to forget the circumstances of this occasion and come aboard. I wonder how much that is?

Let the guard nod without one or two to Krusch, who tilts his neck and throws the question. Then the guard opened his mouth and looked afraid its contents would spread,

"Captain, there's something I want to tell you in confidence."

"... in front of you, I'm not very impressed."

"Still,"

Instead, devoured by sloppy language, Marcos decides intuitively that something is going on with his men's attitude. That's all I feel, and Marcos decides to say no to the people indoors and listen to the report outside,

"Leaving the room, it's not gonna happen, Marcos. My concubine won't forgive me."

Priscilla, sitting in a lavish chair, has blocked the way before making words. Without knowing Marcos' thoughts or anything, she just kept a freakishly abusive look on her face because it was funny to do so.

"Let's forgive the disrespect that disrupted the place. but the hoarding doesn't go down to not asking what caused it. So I'll give you a report. To everyone in this room, in a voice you can hear."

"With all due respect, Master Priscilla. There are also many things that you don't need to put in your ears. This is part of the deal..."

"An old bone that just snuck into the castle gave his little girl a good look until then. - Well, maybe that's not trivial, then, huh?

Covering his mouth with a fan, Priscilla sends a stream to the felt, which is situated opposite the room. The felts in their shapes bend their lips to the letter to

"Forget the weird arguments, Congratulations woman. It was in the castle that Grandpa Rom originally intended to bring him. So, a soldier brought me all the way to the hall to see it. I guess so."

Arms together, Felt stands beside him as he turns away from Priscilla - looking up to Grandpa Rom and asking for his consent to "hey".

The old man, who was meditating and continued to have a painful look, responded to her request with a powerless voice saying, "... well," Felt, while dwelling slightly in his red eyes with his worries, refused to mention any more and cut off Priscilla's pursuit of sarcasm with it.

"Princess, Princess. It's just the beginning. Why don't you stop making enemies and stuff? I don't even have enough arms, so I'm in trouble for not working twice as hard as people."

"Hmm, okay."

Priscilla, who was still in a felt-healthy posture, reluctantly accommodates his will by the prophecy of his squire, Al. Then she turned to Marcos again,

"But there's no end to the pursuit there. Speak aloud so that the concubines can hear the report. The concubine forgives. No, otherwise the concubine will not forgive you."

"... Captain"

"I had to. Follow the instructions."

In response to Priscilla's arrogant life, the guard sought Marcos' judgment, but Marcos' answer to it was to accept the demands with an unintentional twisted voice.

Orders from my boss and even more people who might be responsible for the future of the country - the guards who gave the two instructions did not have the courage to turn it down.

He stretched that look and corrected his posture with his eyes swayed in confusion and haste,

"I will report to you. After the talks in the hall, Knight Julius applies for the use of the squad yard. Now that I have accepted it, I am at the practice field with Julius the Knight..."

Here, in the middle of the report, the guard's gaze was directed towards Emilia, standing in the corner of the room - where she was not located.

Under that gaze, Emilia blinks at the abrupt feeling of being told the story by a fake.

Such a surprise of hers turns into doubt, and before it becomes a clear word and connects meaning, the correct information is brought about by the guards.

"- Lord Natsuki Subaru, Emilia's squire, is conducting a simulated battle with a wooden sword."

"... heh"

Stretching out his spine, the guard smashes here exactly what he's just seen.

It was Al who hears that, puts his hand on his jaw and leaks an exclamation exhale. Other things, more or less, have emotions other than confusion in their eyes, or in their expressions.

Of all that, Emilia was the one who clearly couldn't put out any emotions other than temptation.

"... Huh?

Not knowing the meaning of the words told, Emilia leaks a breathless voice, filling her big purple blue eyes and stopping her thinking.

Calmly, calmly and sequentially organize the reported contents.

I mean, here's the thing. In a place called the Refinery Ground, using a wooden sword, for some reason Julius and Subaru are doing a duel - I should have organized it, but I don't know what it means.

"Duh, how could you do that...!?

Emotions of understanding do not come to mind, and Emilia makes the suspicions that have surfaced into words as they are.

step forward and walk over to the guard standing on the other side of the desk,

"A squad yard is in a Knights building next to a castle, right? So Subaru and Julius... fight, is it?

"If you'll excuse me, it's a mock fight. It involves the honor of the knight Julius, if it seems that a fight or something began because of personal grievances."

To Emilia, whose voice trembles, the guard clearly corrects that only there can give way.

With his words like that in his ear, Emilia can't keep up with such trivial information. The clash between Subaru and Julius had shocked her so much.

Emilia regrets not being able to watch fully and firmly about herself as to what was going on with Subaru, which took the form of being let out of the hall.

In front of all of them, Subaru has been shaped by momentum and a scratch of shame. I can't even deny that I had a slightly appeased self, letting him out of the hall where he nodded.

Isn't that how such a selfish idea is turning around now?

In the first place, Subaru shouldn't have a very good impression of Julius.

Subaru's single-altar in the hall - it was his knight who hit reality there in such a way as to water it, and there was a verse in yesterday's guard stuffing in the king's capital that Subaru was so disgusted with his attitude of behaving as a nobleman.

It was Subaru who still didn't give me his first name clearly, but Emilia is blurred to think that there might be a reason to be hostile to so-called upper-class humans because of such a way of treating Julius.

I guess there's also a reason why we don't see that effect on Roswar because Roswar himself is located in a very different species as a nobleman.

There was also no material for denial that the problems that had not previously surfaced, and therefore the circumstances that had lagged behind, had become the spark of what was now happening.

Once your thoughts start rolling in the wrong direction, all you have to do is roll all the way to the bottom.

Emilia also followed that trend and the imagination proceeded to the worse, and she brought a clear worry to its neat face,

"Anyway, we have to stop it right away. Lead me to the squad..."

"Uh, I don't know about that."

Hurry up and get the two of you arbitration on the way to the scene.

The girl with the characteristic tone blocked Emilia's words to think so this time.

Ignoring Emilia, who gets her nose screwed and faces, shaking her long blue hair, Anastasia points her finger at the guard, who still has her spine right, and prefaces, "I just want to make sure,"

"Do you know which one of those 'mock wars' I took with me?

"I hear that it is Julius the Knight. As a result of Lord Natsuki Subaru's acceptance of it, the current situation on the squad field…"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, even if you can't make excuses. If Julius is the one who brought it, that's enough."

No matter what you say, it's a private struggle - a situation that could be judged that way. The guard tried not to put Julius at a disadvantage at all, but Anastasia hand-wrestling that effort. but she doesn't ignore what the guard intended,

"- If the simulation is a suggestion from Julius, we're against stopping it."

And Anastasia confronted Emilia head-on, who was about to make a move to affirm her own squire's judgment.

Breathtaking Emilia spins her voice "why" at Anastasia, who shrugs her shoulders small,

"Subaru and Julius... your knight and my acquaintance are bumping into each other? Don't you worry?

"Worried? What? What if Julius did too much to pay for your child's treatment?

Emilia loses her words to the answers of Anastasia, who leans her neck strangely.

But as I mock her for that amazement, Priscilla with the fact mockery in her mouth,

"Sure. From what my concubine has seen, he's a fool who can't help himself. By now, that might be too mean, even if you have a bad look on your face."

"Seya. I looked up at that gut cut in the hall, but I looked up, and it was so light, it was going to fly away."

Anastasia follows Priscilla's irony and exchanges a mean grin for two.

to those two postures. Emilia put her hand on her forehead, agitating her purple blue eyes,

"Oh, you guys... don't you have more to say?

"Discussing... Oh, you want me to bet? Um, did you do Natsuki Subaru? I'll bet you how long she can hold a meeting with Julius."

"Normally I don't think it's what you bet on winning or losing."

"That's not a bet. With our total torso removal. Yeah, but still."

When Anastasia makes a nasty grin with her fingers, Priscilla trumps the foreword by discarding it with a seemingly boring face that she "won't tell the story".

Emilia is utterly stunned by the consistent and thorough attitude of those two 'bystanders'. From her point of view, their thoughts are difficult to accept from their ideas.

But to her, who breathlessly loses sight of the word, so that it is even more convoluted,

"I'm not impressed with stopping along the way, either, if you're going to ask me the truth about the simulation."

He put his arms together and even Kursch, who had been static until then, pulled it off with conflicting opinions about Emilia trying to go to arbitration.

"Why," Emilia clouds her eyes to what Kursch said that she thought would be a relatively common sense decision compared to the two of us so far. Kursch meditated on that silent inquiry,

"If it is now the servants of Lord Emilia who have offered a duel, then Lord Emilia would be right to offer arbitration. But if it was Julius the Knight who offered, and it was Sir's servant who received it, it would be a mistake for Sir to enter a halt."

"Why not? Because Subaru is mine..."

"If you can't figure that out, I don't know how much you explained. - And sudden, but necessary."

Said out in a strong tone, Emilia can't do any more pursuits to Krush. Kursch also tied his lips tight just saying he had nothing to tell Emilia.

Not that I was wrapped up in words, but at the present time, when the three parties except myself are uniting their will in "bystandings," Emilia has to figure out why their decisions were made. If you open your mouth without thinking, it's nothing more than being seen off by them if they're not on the same stage.

Emilia shakes her lips and sinks into her thoughts with some bloody complexion. Looking aside at her current interactions, including that of her, Felt whispered to Grandpa Rom, who stood next to her,

"I have no idea. I mean, do you know what Grandpa Rom means?

"I don't know what that kid did before he came into the hall. That's why I can only imagine Noon as far as I've heard the current exchange."

"What did that brother do... what do you think he did?

In Felt's inquiry, Grandpa Rom laid his hand on his chin, "Of course," he muttered often,

"Instead of looking at the other side, I slipped away in front of everyone, and bought people a shout at the selling words, and ordered them to leave the room without saying anything back - and I could feel the atmosphere like that."

"Wow, Grandpa Rom. Weren't you just looking at it?

Almost right. Felt praises Grandpa Rom's imagination as it is. In response, Grandpa Rom frowned as he touched his bald head, "I raised the possibility that the worst anticipation could be a little worse too..." Then the old man just nodded that he had a point,

"If you're as imagined by Non, I see... how loathsome people are the knights that have gone into the conversation, so solidified in aristocracy. Or…"

Grandpa Rom presents the other possibility. but there is something that betrayed Felt's mind waiting heartily for the end of the word and made a sound that renewed the air in the field.

The sound of a hard, sharp step makes a bursting sound thirsty on the floor of the conference room, shaking into the hearts of those indoors who were standing still.

Surprise, or faint discomfort or other intrinsic gaze, it is the person of the main culprit who made the noise - Al who rocks his shoulders against the gaze directed at him and plays and rings the edge of the metal helmet with his arms.

"Bad, bad. Look, I don't have one arm, so I can't even clap my hands around you. I'm in shape. So instead, I clapped my feet."

Mengomengo, and in an unwavering manner, Al expressed his apologies with a knife, then turned on the spot and moved on, pointing to the front with a bissi,

"Ma, Ma, Ma, the story's a little off the center, you realize that? It's nothing. Sometimes you get beat up when you have two guys and you don't care about each other. I don't know what to do, but I'm a knight and I call myself a knight because I was a man before."

"I don't think that's such an easy story..."

"It's making it too hard for me to tell you a simple story, lady. The problem with that is that you brought such a secret story here rather than beating each other up."

Shaking his finger properly, Al responded to Emilia before pointing his finger at him - that is, re-nominating the young guard who brought the report to the occasion,

"If we're just dealing with something else, we can report it afterwards. Why does it feel so hot to come and get the captain again?

In the wake of the doubts Al has offered, the more clearly you can see beside him, the more pale the guard will look. He let his gaze wander bewildered as to how he should respond to the question, and his eyes turned to Priscilla, who was smiling flashly next to Al.

A look of delight that rips lips to the side and mixes brutality into the smile of an adorable angel.

The guard finally turned his eyes to Marcos for salvation, but the only Marcos answer to that salvation was a merciless headshake.

"I went up to the captain of the regiment..."

"Clear, loud, slippery tongue, please."

"The simulated battle between the knights Julius and Lord Natsuki Subaru... came looking for instructions because it was too one-sided!

To Al's mean-spirited demands, the guard says correctly his spine in a voice that seems to have been half-suspended. with its contents in his ears, and rarely did Marcos turn his expression into something that looked suspicious,

"... unilaterally, what?

"I think the knight Julius has been added and subtracted, too, but the... so much so that I can't watch"

Needless to say, the guard sends Emilia his gaze and reminds everyone on the spot, even without trying, of the tragic scene he has just seen.

To the bitterness of that attitude, Emilia slowly loses track and realizes that things are getting worse beyond her imagination, abandoning any hesitations or anything until then.

"We have to stop... Huh!

Leaking a grunt colored by a sense of impatience, Emilia jumps beside the guard standing by the door and leaves the room intact and rushes out to the aisle leading to the Knights Stuff - the practice field of the incident.

"Wait, Master Emilia! Hey, go after Master Emilia!

"- Yes!

Let your men chase Emilia, who has jumped out, and follow Emilia, whose guards run through the aisle, out the same way.

As a result, Marcos looked back at the indoor people who had taken their leftover form,

"I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm trying to clean things up right now, so..."

"No, that's fine. Come on, lady, why don't we go after him and see a mock fight?

Stopping Marcos from trying to bow his head, Al shrugged his shoulder "hey" to ask Priscilla right next to him for consent when he openly said so.

"You like the princess too, don't you? There's a weak creature on the beast. See a show or something."

"Don't mistake your concubine for your own imagination, Al.... well, I love it."

Conditionally affirming the word of his squire, Priscilla gently turned her back and rocked her rich breasts as she rose from the chair where she had kept her weight until then,

"Fine. Just a little boring and cramped. It's not bad to look down and mock the cluttered fools."

Make a noise and close the fan, Priscilla turns her tip to Marcos, who stands by the door.

And keep unchanged arrogant shore discomfort,

"Take me to the garrison and the dogs. - It is the life of a concubine."

The blood dripping from his shallow ripped forehead fell on the eyes of those who were safe, and Subaru brutally wiped his vision red to throw up irritation.

Already, I haven't counted how many times I've been knocked down on the ground and rolled.

The swollen left eye was completely blocked, and I couldn't tell if my lips were cut or in my mouth, or if the taste of blood was too intense.

The pain doesn't feel strong.

Depending on the extent of the injury, if the injury is too severe, the phenomenon remains that the brain refuses to accept it and no pain is transmitted to the body.

In fact, since Subaru was summoned to this world as well, he has had deep ties to life-threatening injuries. If you're going to let me say that you've actually lost a life injury, and you've been through it many times, it's really painful enough not to feel pain.

It is a phenomenon that can be explained by the excessive action of adrenaline secreted in the brain or whatever it is that presents and speaks out of such contemporary knowledge, but if it represents the current situation in more primitive terms - it was the 'anger' emotions up to purity that were causing Subaru to forget the pain.

"- There's a fucking wet fucking pile of shit."

Throw away the filthy words and Subaru spares the depressing emotions that spread throughout his chest.

It was anger at Julius, who stood in front of him with a cool face, anger at his impudence, which did not even make it possible to reward him with an arrow against such an opponent, a childish, but late anger at a nasty situation.

It is anger. All I have is anger. Anger was all that Svalbard is now.

Now he is again struck with a wooden sword in his thoughtful abdomen, and Subaru, scattered with diarrhea, rises from the ground where he was sitting, about a hundred million times.

My knees trembled, my breath was rough, my vision was red and sumptuous with blood paste that I couldn't wipe off.

But still, driven by never-ending anger, Subaru doesn't try to stop facing an unbeatable opponent.

"It's time to acknowledge your limitations"

Julius responds with admiration and dismay to such a deviant temper of Subaru.

He was still dust-free and remained a tough face that didn't scratch a single sweat, just rocking the tip of a residual strong wooden sword that kept hitting Subaru,

"The difference between me and you, which cannot be filled, could have been painful on its own. You must have figured out the difference between what you insulted the Knight."

The call was not appealing to Subaru's heart, it was snapping his heart.

Naturally, too. Developments such as acknowledging each other at the end of a duel cannot happen without something that feels less between the two.

Julius just keeps hitting Subaru to show the presence of a knight, and Subaru also shows by continuing to rise helpless resistance to his poking reality.

There is no room for something to arise there. Even if we continued to meet for so long between the two of us, we were not about to be born anything.

"I think it's more life-threatening than that?

"Oh?"

You tried to make a difference in the way you broke your heart, or Julius's provocation changes direction. but in contrast Subaru responded with his anger clearly on his tongue,

"You can't die in this mess. You don't know me."

"You speak as if you were experienced."

"More than anyone in this world, I'm a man who knows that."

No haunt, no joke, Subaru mouths it.

Seven times in total - that's how many lives have been trampled since Subaru came to this world.

Even if you look over the previous world and this one, no, without the three thousand worlds, there is no more being faced with your death than Subaru is now.

The feeling says.

It hurts to death, it hurts to death, it's regrettable to die, it hurts to die, but humans don't die from this.

"I don't know."

Julius shook his head and leaked his exhale at Subaru, who cut him like he was spitting blood.

He fluttered and looked at Subaru.

"Why be so mean? You must already know very well that you are no match for me. No, I know you're already aware you can't beat me"

"... what"

"I don't need a reckless exchange. Your aim is not a victory already. No, you and I are looking at different terms of victory."

With the pushing Subaru in sight, Julius waves his arm as he speaks.

Lift your jaw slightly, so that you can hear your voice around as well as here in your heart.

"The winning condition for you is not to defeat me, but to 'reward me with one arrow', isn't it? I don't know if it's ever going to deliver a wooden sword or soil me."

"- Huh!"

Biting his lips off, Subaru desperately pushed to death a scream that seemed to scream out in the back of his throat.

It was a picture star.

There was only the truth, the evil punishment of being poked at where it hurt.

The humiliation, the humiliation, dyed Subaru's chest, and the trembling lips tried to spin excuses only there in the pride of the final death.

"Hmm, I thought I might have a hard time hearing it... but I seemed to know enough to say it. Most."

Thus, watching Subaru squeeze out the hold of none,

"A misstatement about the opponent's skill, even the guiding principles he set in motion lowered the conditions in the middle of the battle, and in doing so, he discredited himself. I can only assume that you are too pride."

"- I'm so sorry!!

Julius' sleazy trick was so repeated that he was already used to seeing it in the games so far.

Subaru's thoughts with it in his eyes are stained with anger, and his inner repentance is combined to explode Subaru.

The pain of the blow that was showered all over his body, as well as the sumptuous red vision, flew with full force, ignoring all of it, wearing its clear face with a wooden sword that shook up...

"You're not beautiful."

Shortly before swinging it down, the poke is released and the wrist of Subaru's right hand holding the sword is worn.

Shortly after the wooden sword in his hand, which was gripping at its sharpness, blew away and accidentally pursued it with his eyes - a second punch burst into the dovetail and Subaru's body was lightly knocked down.

His breath clogged, he rolled over the dirt without even being able to take his reception, and after about five times he tasted the reversal of heaven and earth, he's on his back. It's a big letter on the ground.

Subaru vomiting literal blood reflexes, directly next to his face, falling as the blown wooden sword spun, standing on the ground and mocking the unusual special attack of the bearer.

"I already admitted it."

Subaru coughs in bitterness and tries to spit out blood and gravel. Looking down at him like that, Julius makes yet another repeated surrender recommendation.

"You won't reach me. It doesn't matter how much you challenge yourself again to the terms of victory over me. - I will never let you reach it."

――――

"Shatter your heart, break it, and make yourself repent for what you have done by the time you have no skin. Let's skip what we're saying and doing. On top of that, I'll let you decide."

――――

"Pull yourself away from Emilia's side -!"

"- Huh!?

Subaru, who was gasping and breathing fine repeatedly, lifts his upper body with a sudden momentum to that Julius word.

The pain hit my chest, the pain was causing me to scream all over my body, but I can't stop doing that. Twirl yourself, stick your teeth out,

"No kidding, no kidding... what right do you have... huh"

"No matter what you do to me, I have no right to human resources. Therefore I cannot speak against your departure. [M] So here's what I'm gonna say."

Staring straight at Subaru, Julius vacated between breaths,

- You said you should leave Emilia's side.

To the outgoing Subaru, Julius foreshadowed, "Okay," as he said,

"Your deeds, words and deeds, are nothing more than to lead Lady Emilia to her plight. I was convinced when I saw the exchange in the square ahead and how you stood on this occasion."

"What the hell..."

"You're selfish, you're yourself, and more importantly, every thought is shallow, blue, too sweet"

Folding, Julius smashes through a bunch of Subaru's light-hearted thoughts.

"You are a troublemaker to Master Emilia, just a burden. What's one thing I can't and can't do for that one? Until now, I may have been allowed to stand by Emilia's kindness."

Feeling powerless, Subaru has tasted it many times.

Since coming to this world, Subaru has bitten and scratched his remorse for a difficult reality over and over again because of his lack of power.

"But it's unacceptable to be on the side of her from now on, such as being just sweet. It is the way to the throne that he walks better than this. The obstacles that stand on the road are high and it is easy to imagine that every ordeal falls on it"

Still, to date, Subaru has survived many of the catastrophes shaken.

In situations where you don't have enough power, use the help of the people on your side, or use the information of the future, the advantages you can have, to reorganize the situation.

"What goes that way together should be something that is ready and powerful to overcome that ordeal together. It should be able to push its back forcefully for far higher heights."

It all started with feelings for just one girl.

No matter how painful, how hard, how sad, how regrettable, how scarce, how unreachable and how painful Subaru was, he got here without breaking because he had feelings for just one girl.

That 's--

"Say no, and be sweet and gentle, and do not draw your feet."

That's the man.

"You shouldn't be on her side, Emilia."

Does this man take away even the meaning of living from himself?

"Lulululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululu

Emotions explode, he rises to jump up, pulls through the wooden sword he was poking at, and puts momentum into turning himself to target Julius' upper body with a wooden sword.

The tip sweeps the wind, and the centrifugal blow crushes the bone easily if it hits.

During previous meetings, a literal blow of kung fu - which smashes Julius' nose - was filled with a passion for what has been called the depression that has accumulated,

- The sound of broken wrist bones sounded high and high in Subaru as if it had been done in a silent world.

The right arm holding the swirling wooden sword, the tip of which was intercepted by the tip of the wooden sword that was waiting for it, was shattered and broken in a shamble was visible at the edge of his sight.

The wrist is pointing completely opposite and the protruding bone is breaking through the flesh of the wrist to peek at the white tip, and in a few seconds the bleeding will begin with severe pain.

Calmly confirming it, Subaru's consciousness follows Julius, who moves loosely.

Slowly, the wonder that only Julius is able to move around a world without sound.

Trapped by the feeling of the world slowing down under dying desperate circumstances, Subaru is heartbroken by his own idiocy additions and subtractions tied to misplaced thinking.

In front of him, Julius's move to unleash a chase on Subaru, who exposes the unrivalled - all of that streamlined movement had brought too much vivid sentiment to Subaru.

- I just feel sorry for you.

The slam of the unleashed wooden sword had struck countless shocks all over Subaru's body during the moment.

My arm broke. Several ribs were also broken and whether there were any areas without cracks. The forehead, which had only been torn, was completely cracked, and the tip of the wooden sword once ravaged the mouth and swept away a few permanent teeth. I could not help but mention a single shot to the throat. I carved my nail marks into Subaru, and I felt like a swing not poking at one of the extreme shots hit me straight in the stomach, making a blunt, watery noise and tearing my gut.

A conical rub blows up so hard that I don't even know up or down, spitting a tremendous amount of blood, and the reddish brown soil of the squad darkens the color of the Zhu by Subaru's bleeding.

To too abusive a consequence, Julius, of course, cannot speak alone.

It has not turned into a squad yard, and it has been spoiled by knights and guards who have gathered to see the public lynching of Subaru by Julius. Nonetheless, everyone in that audience shut their mouths and watched Subaru roll like a borough rag piercing silence.

It was also up to the first few meetings that enthusiasm dominated them.

A disrespectful man who made a small mockery of his knightly status and insulted the king's election itself, which defines the future of the kingdom. That hurts Julius, the head of the Kingsguard knight, who tastes and apologizes for his actions in pain - that's the sight they expected gathered on this occasion.

In fact, enough since the beginning that they also cheered, or scoffed and looked down on Subaru's incompetence, giving their peer, Julius, an unblemished compliment.

But I guess that appearance began to change when everyone assumed that its public lynching could only be a real public lynching in the literal sense.

An isolated difference in strength lay between Subaru and Julius.

Compared to Julius, who is also at the top of the Knights in the skill of the sword, Subaru's sword skill has not taken off the realm of amateur in flattery. The way Subaru fought, not even with special abilities, was only a threat equal to a toddler who was just somewhat familiar with the long stuff.

Subaru is judged for the attack and, conversely, worn a gap in naive defense, knocked down to the ground many times.

Mockery dominated the first few times. More than ten times, the raging exhalation begins to overlap. And by the time I started to hate to count,

"It would be too much"

"How could he not give up?"

"It's boring intent on crap. Shit, you're showing me something I don't like."

They curse with their mouths and still cover their faces with palms in Subaru, who rises.

I can't believe I'm not watching. Too weak, too unusual, the ugliness irritates their 'shame' emotions wanting to see.

You can stop. It was already obvious to everyone's eyes, such as victory or defeat, and everyone was able to reaffirm the superiority of the existence of a 'knight'. This is no more pointless contention.

But Julius never adds forgiveness to the sword that keeps hitting Subaru.

Ferris, who as a witness has the right to stop that fight, doesn't even show the bare gesture of stopping Subaru no matter how scratched he is.

And Subaru himself, shaking off the knights' plea, rises even more.

What's the point in such a battle, in a struggle?

Without words, but looking down at Subaru unnecessarily, the audience searches for the meaning of the sight beneath everyone's eyes.

Everyone knew. There is no point in this dispute.

All there is is is just an unusual, unattractive, worthless intention.

Then at the very least, we must see a settlement as to what the intention will be.

It was the responsibility of the knights gathered on the spot not to leave the scene, even if it was in the form of an audience, in front of a scene where the guards wanted to turn away.

Bleeding from a crushed wrist, a bitter amount of spitting blood dyes the land of the squad field red.

Svalbard's body, shuddering small, remained depressed, shriveling his war will to the point of madness until then, deviating from the state of being able to fight completely.

Everyone thought that this was the end of it.

Everyone felt the end of this one-sided atrocity in the appearance of Subaru defeated by no complete skin. But Julius's posture with a wooden sword wet in blood cannot be set aside.

He will not be sure of his consciousness either. He will continue to maintain a combat posture without a single sway in his will as he sees Subaru.

To that firm attitude, the audience surrounding the two also reads his knight's will, breathtaking.

It's not over yet. There was a reason why this battle had to end if only one side were to be defeated. It's...

- That's it.

That was a voice that had never been uttered before in the tragedy of the squad yard.

As the audience sighs and sighs. Or while Julius indicated a knightly presence with pale or sober passion. Or as Ferris, who partitions this occasion as a witness, occasionally leaks a breath that cannot be exclaimed or darkened.

Only one young man, who kept his silence, stands in the middle of the practice field - that is, broken between Subaru, who falls, and Julius, who erects him.

The red-haired young man erases his expression from its fragile face, shooting Julius through with blue eyes that even remain driven by proselytism.

"If you're going to go on any further, I'll take care of your opponent."

I just whined one word and didn't do anything special.

But just hearing that one word, a chill ran through the entire body of the knights, who were not even supposed to be parties. They are astonished by the reaction of their own flesh that frightens them, and start to ache like their minds froze under the aftermath of it late in their bodies.

"Sword Saint" Reinhardt - the strongest, no, intimidation of being with unparalleled power to look across the entire continent in the pro-Dragon kingdom of Lugnica, which encloses and keeps the entire squad field alive.

Even the aftermath is like this. If you think of standing on the side of being directly exposed to this intimidation, Julius's mood, which bathes his blue gaze head-on, is endangered.

but just as the audience's appreciation of Reinhardt was understated, so was their appreciation of Julius.

In the battle, Reinhardt's will to shake even the knights ready to give their lives - bathed in it, but Julius does not break only a tattered posture. The same was true of Ferris, who stood by his side, and they were also proving to be distinct on this occasion.

Ignoring the thoughts of such an audience, Reinhardt, who just turned his gaze, faintly narrowed his eyes to Julius,

"I repeat, Julius. Any further action is nothing more than mere acts of violence. As a Kingsguard knight... no, you can't overlook me as a single person before that"

――――

tingling, and Julius' eyebrows, who had not moved his expression until then, react to the words.

Reinhardt frowned in surprise at the reaction of Julius, but Julius waved gently against the Reinhardt as he stood.

"Reinhardt, I consider you a very good friend"

And he unleashed even more confusing words about Reinhardt.

Julius continues with a small shake of his neck to Reinhardt, who deepens the wrinkles between his eyebrows in surprise.

"Your integrity as a knight is one of the best of the Kingsguard knights. I have no doubt about its loyalty to the Kingdom, and its skill and effort to fulfill it are impeccable. If I were asked what a hero is like, I would not hesitate to say that it is about my friend Reinhardt Van Astrea."

"... overrated"

Even if Julius didn't know what he wanted to say, Reinhardt quit that assessment with a face with a stronger color of heart than humility,

"I, too, think you're a good friend before you're a colleague. That is why, no more, a person named you demeans himself with his own deeds..."

"Whoever denies it, you're a hero, Reinhardt, even if you don't think so yourself"

Julius further blocked Reinhardt from continuing his words of persuasion.

However, it was the content that sent the praise, but it was never something with pleasant emotions in its mouthfeel.

"You are so heroic. The Astrea family showed your presence in the most desirable way, the blessing you were given at birth. And so noble and pure a soul that there is no doubt about it or even a reason for it - that's why you're a hero"

"What are you talking about, Julius?"

"You are a hero. - You can only be a hero."

Shaking his head without force, Julius tells confused Reinhardt so.

Then he lifted the tip of the swinging wooden sword, showing behind Reinhardt with a trick,

"You can only live as a hero, I'm sure you won't see the point of the battle on this occasion. And why I don't draw my sword, and..."

Feeling the signs of awkwardness behind her back, Reinhardt looks back with a slight surprise in his eyes.

There,

"How could he still stand?"

Slowly in a ghostly motion, he nevertheless dragged his full flesh of creation, and there was the figure of Subaru rising.

In front of me, I saw Julius and Reinhardt exchanging some words.

Thanks to the exasperation of impurities in my body, my body became easier.

The pain persists intermittently, the hands and feet are as heavy as ever as they were stuffed with lead, and more importantly, the right hand, which tried to grab onto the ground, is so broken that it can be seen and left intact.

Still, the tiredness that seemed to deprive me of the strength to rise had vanished, and my flesh had slowly begun to move according to my will.

I rub my elbow to shoulder on the ground because I can't use my right hand, and use my left arm to lift my body even if I'm not safe. He energized his trembling lower body with an anti-bone heart and took plenty of time to somehow get up this way.

And finally, on the way off the ground, my left hand hits a wooden sword that was falling close to me. Pick it up, make it like a wand, get your upper body up, and barely stand. I stood.

"- Subaru"

The closer I could see it, the harder my redhead's face looked at me.

Clear sentiments of anxiety appeared in those eyes, and at the same time it was found that the lights, which crossed their wrath, were smoking there.

Reinhardt stands in front of Subaru and confronts Julius.

The head, which should have been dull in rotation, gave the answer. As soon as I got to that conclusion, a slow half-moon grin spreads across Subaru's mouth.

His mouth was cut in great pieces, and he seemed to lack many teeth, and his laughter was painful. but can this stay without laughing?

"There's nothing I can't do. I will take your revenge. [M] This is too much, too much unjust treatment. It's not about being forgiven."

While aware of this one, Reinhardt's gaze turns to the relative Julius.

Julius just looks at Reinhardt like that sadly, with quiet eyes.

The hell, I don't know what kind of interaction was going on between the two of us. I don't know, but this is all I could tell.

"Subaru, leave this to me anyway..."

"Reinhardt"

Calling the name of the young man standing in the front, Subaru looks clearly into his eyes, reflecting his ethereal dome, with only one eye of sight.

This is the third time the experience has thus been sheltered by him and stood before him.

The first time you unnecessarily asked for help and the second time you were endangered and saved your life, and this time.

On the third occasion, the optimism also springs that if left to him, something could be done about it. The trust of what has been repeated and supposedly asylum-seeking - certainly within Subaru - has once again presented us with a way to cut through this place in the best possible way.

You just have to take that hand that you can reach out to and keep everything on your powerful back.

That way, both the pain Subaru has tasted and the mental suffering, all of which will be elevated in the best way by the youth in front of him.

Hooray, big circle. Everyone was happy and saw a mammoth happy development.

So,

- Get out of the way.

"... Huh?

"... I know you're a super good guy, no malice whatsoever in this behavior... no offense, and everything is purely cultured and cluttered. I know it's an action that popped out of good intentions.... I know that."

But...

"... that's all, no. Just give it up... hey."

That's what Subaru started. It is the battle that Subaru stood under.

There is a will that only Subaru can pass through, and there is an end that only Subaru can reach.

It is incumbent upon Subaru to see this end.

Do not abandon that obligation and leave waste with others and sink into the end, etc.

If you're going to tell me simpler, simpler, in just one word,

"I don't know what you mean, boys..."

With his blood-running eyes, his blood-dropping lips, his blood-dyed face, and the thought of spitting blood made Subaru just plain mean that he couldn't even save him.

Reinhardt was stunned by the answer he didn't make that prediction, blinking again and again without hiding the shock in his heart.

"Meaning," he said? Oh no, for such a thing... "

- Erdona.

Trembling total denial was faster for atmospheric mana to react to chanting than spinning.

Mana full of atmosphere reacts to chants that pervert itself, and its effects are activated according to the will of the operator.

――――

Suddenly, the ground beneath Reinhardt's feet explodes and soil masses burst to peek at the sharp tip from the crack. It pokes up at Reinhardt's torso from his toe, pressing him to strike it hard -

"- Ha!"

Reinhardt's steps burst against the soaring phenomenon of the earth comparable to the assault of the giant beast - the impact rippled and shook the atmosphere, creating the illusion that he also had a gust of wind over the whole body of Subaru, who stood nearby.

In front of Subaru, who opens his eyes in amazement, the earth is crushed to the soles of his feet before it reaches a complete protuberance, returning to a normal state without fulfilling its purpose.

Thus against the technique of magic with force moves, Reinhardt is flying lightly back to mitigate the impact of the clash, and when he hems at the same time as he lands, he stands back in a state of plain as if nothing had happened to him now.

and then he obliquely glanced up at the increased seriousness - making a rugged look at the presence that leaps from it and flies in.

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you mean,"

Saying, it was the man with the pitch-black helmet - Al - who raised the dust and landed.

He leaked a carefree groan as he bragged his neck bones with his arms against the pattern of the great sword he laid on his hips,

"It's a cross spear, colored man."

Make a sound and pull out that great sword, pointing the dull glowing tip towards Reinhardt.

A bluedragon knife with strong signs of being used would be a great prey for Al, who has a thick arm of ship but muscle. Even so, I don't think it would be a Reinhardt threat.

In fact, Al himself should have been aware of that.

"You can't beat me. I don't think he's immature enough to see my strength difference."

"I don't usually beat them. I don't challenge them. It's my motto to do it or not, or not if you get lost. … but if you look at the current situation, it won't work."

Al wandered and shook the tip of the Blue Dragon Knife, showing each of the parties on the spot.

"Read the air, colored man. Can't you see this white air?

"White...?

Said, Reinhardt looks around with a surprised face. And I finally realize it after losing it late.

A knight or guard looking at this one - in the eyes of a crowd of dozens, a wave of enthusiasm and the late rational emotions it awakens, of plundering emotions floating apart from it.

"Hi. You really don't seem to know. I see, knights are tachi..."

Say it, Al cuts the word there once.

He looked around and looked at Julius and Ferris and the other knights watching the situation before shaking his head,

"No, you're not a knight. Oh, heroes are bad."

"What are you trying to say?"

"There's nothing you want to say. What kind of a conversation between me and you to create something meaningful? Anyway, the values are different."

shrugging his shoulders, Al tells Reinhardt's inquiry of a unilateral severance. Al goes into a paradoxical attitude of gaining the will to fight only without breaking the fighting attitude.

He doesn't tackle the surprised Reinhardt, and when he looks at Julius and Subaru, who have taken the form of a confrontation again due to the youth's move,

"Go on. I can't read the air. I'll hold it down."

"Thought you and he were known?

Julius shows Subaru with a neck movement when he raises his eyebrows faintly, against the invisible Al of the way out. Seeing him full of creativity and not able to take a busy reaction from the point of Al's appearance, Al cleverly scratched his neck and back with the tip of the Blue Dragon Knife,

"In a way, more than friends, less than lovers forever."

"Then there's also the option of doing something about this place through friendship?

"I don't think so, too, of judgments that were as good at friendship as I am at what I do now. Whatever you do, no matter how much you hurt your mind and body, you'll heal in it, but you can't heal it, because you're only helping to hurt it."

"I see."

To Al's response, Julius pulled his jaw only to his satisfaction,

"Thank you"

"I don't want it. Thank you for the money."

While holding Reinhardt back, Al answers Julius as he does.

take it, and Julius' consciousness is already outside the party. They have no

"You kept me waiting."

"Right now, while I was off guard... I could have killed you ten times..."

To a short apology, a scratchy Subaru responds with a slackening mouth.

Once again to Julius, who restarts the wooden sword, Subaru relinquished his broken right hand and switched the wooden sword to one of his left hands, gripping the pattern back tightly to squeeze it.

Seeing it, Julius is quietly convinced.

- That the next stagger would be the last meeting of this useless feud.

- The next blow would be the last, Subaru had concluded in his heart.

I feel the limits of my flesh. Originally, it is a strange state of serious injury to be standing. I don't bend my knees just to support my little dirty guts, but how long does it last?

If struck, the embankment, where only guts support it, will collapse and push away consciousness, insistence and everything.

Even if I could type in the reverse, there's nothing left on the inside that just connects ahead of me from there. After all, turbidity of pain and fatigue makes no difference to sink Subaru.

Then why challenge?

If the results of waiting ahead are the same, why try again?

I don't see the answer. Still, the only thing that poked and moved Subaru was anger emotions that were similar to the eight hits.

In front of me, I don't like the guy looking at this one with a clear surface. I have tried many times to break the nasal column, but the result seems to be that various parts other than this nasal column will be broken and crushed.

So I made up my mind. Now I've made up my mind.

I don't know why I challenge you, because I want to break that nose column.

Buzz in one shot, I'll make sure you buzz in one shot. If that's even true, I don't care what you do.

Just breathing hurts my lungs. My mouth hurts so much when I exhale.

Clearing his consciousness with pain, Subaru gathers the power left over from his whole body to wait for the opportunity.

In order not to miss the moment of one shard of Julius' consciousness, the possibility of such a visiting moment of the celestial planet, which snaps his nose column.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Die.

Julius' gaze swimmed for a moment.

The moment I saw it, Subaru's body was popping forward.

I can't hear a sound. I left everything behind.

Couldn't even afford to raise his roar, Subaru shook up his gripped wooden sword and approached Julius. The knight, slightly out of sight of Subaru, has yet to react here.

I don't know what caught my mind, I even put brain cells thinking about it in this blow.

――――

I think I heard a voice.

In a world where you can't hear a sound, a world where the scenery should have left everything behind, a world where nothing should exist but yourself and the person you should hit.

I heard voices.

I heard someone. I heard Subaru's ears, someone.

"- Le!"

Became a sound. It made a definite sound.

My consciousness is about to drag me down. Anything, smear it with hell-anger and make me forget it.

Now the only thing that matters is the presence of Subaru.

"- Bal!"

Begin to become clearer. Start making sense.

If I hear that clearly, I can no longer take it back.

So Subaru squeezes his entire body and spirit - screaming - to escape the overwhelming fear that is looming to his immediate side, as he shakes it all off.

"- Subaru!!

"- Shamak!!

Clearly, I betrayed the voice of the silver bell I heard and chanted it out loud.

Black clouds fill the land of the reddish troop fields...

An incomprehensible world unfolded. Running through it, Subaru acts just as the brain commands in a world that is incomprehensible.

Vision is not assured.

The purpose is no longer recognized by the brain.

My heart has already seen nothing.

- Just swing your left hand, your shaken left arm, down in front of you.

It was an incomprehensible act, but the left arm was in the act before it was swallowed by the black clouds. Therefore, the action is fulfilled without consciousness.

Subaru's decision to lose sight of everything is no longer known to Subaru, who has closed the world himself to what consequences his actions will lead to. I shouldn't have known.

But...

"Is this your trump card?"

In a world you're not supposed to hear, that voice clearly shook your tympanic membrane,

At the next moment, with a blade looming from beyond the sunny black cloud upon him, Subaru's body was violently and relentlessly slapped down over the earth.

There was surprise, not pain.

A huge amount of erupted black clouds are completely fogged and spreading into the sky is a hateful sunny sky that hasn't changed one thing since before.

Subaru finally realizes it's a big letter on his back.

"Using 'Yin' phylogenetic magic was unexpected. I'll admit I've been poked."

My voice is thrown from the top.

Still, Subaru, who occupies his sight in the sky, is full of time to receive the streaming reality as he hears it.

"But the smell is too low. More importantly, it doesn't work unless it's a lower level 'shady' magic or someone who's less than himself, or even an unintelligent beast. Not even one of the Kingsguard knights, of course, would have gotten through with this measure."

Words of denial pour down.

I can't move. I can't move.

The consciousness is clear, but the body doesn't listen to what the body says anymore.

"Even cut the trump card, this is it. You already figured it out."

A pitiful voice is thrown.

Give it all up, and Subaru's heart-pounding voice is pouring.

I thought I could change the situation.

I thought I could spit out what I could spit out, spit out what I could spit out.

Yet...

"You are powerless and difficult to save. - I don't deserve that one."

I just want to deny that word, and Subaru moves only his snapping neck to move his vision out of the sky. Somehow, trying to spot the man standing at the end of it,

――――

- of a silver-haired girl, with purple blue eyes and gaze tangled.

She was riding herself out on a narrow passage connecting the building adjacent to the filling room to the royal castle. Behind her was a line of other familiar women, each with their own emotions in his eyes, looking down at what was going on at the practice field.

But I didn't care about that anymore.

I don't care what anyone else thinks, it doesn't matter what Subaru might have.

There's just one, only one, in this world, if there's one person in this world who didn't want to be seen most of these occasions, standing there.

Plump, Subaru heard some yarn cut in him.

At the end of the day, consciousness begins to shy away at once.

Until then the consciousness, which was clear, was detached, and the world began rapidly to glow, and now it is time to leave everything behind in the true sense, that Subaru's consciousness fell to the bottom of Nara,

"- Subaru"

I felt they called me with a grunt I couldn't possibly hear, and everything disappeared.