Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

A bomb-like statement thrown into a hall of urgency.

Everyone breathes and watches things happen in the same words as playing with fire in a gunpowder bank. It is no longer a question of who has spoken the rumor. The question is, what kind of things are caused by that?

Swallow solitude and everyone's attention is increasingly directed to the central Priscilla. With those awe-inspiring glances all over her body, Priscilla turned her attention to those who spoke,

"Crap, it's a boring curse on top. Don't be jealous of your concubine, vulgar envy, you're too used to hearing it to replace lullabies."

Priscilla did not hesitate to divide the hall, where stagnation reigned, with a boring voice from the bottom of her heart.

The sound takes into account the anxiety of the surroundings, and there are no signs of fine dust as taken into account there. The heart purely tells everyone that it is the arrogant dialogue now that is all inside her.

In a sobering arrogant position, Subaru feels smug that she also stands in a dimension that draws a line with ordinary people in a different sense from Krush.

An earlier word was probably a word of treatment close to cursing or scorning, based on the surrounding reactions.

'Bloody Bride' is a callous name, but it was never denied, before asking what word it meant.

"Then again, may I ask your name, including your squire?"

I can see the sophistication of stepping on the number of microtoffs as I throw in the main issue sooner than the air on the field gets worse. Again, you can have a respectful attitude towards someone much younger than you who doesn't feel dressed up.

Apparently, instead of sitting in a seat at the top of the country, he's the type of person who can use his thoughts in a direction that cares more about him than pulling around. Sounds like a pitiful position.

I guess it's not that I don't know what that mild behavior of Microtoff means. Priscilla also nodded as honestly as she forgot the disrespectful word earlier,

"That's good. It is also cruel to scrape the remaining time of the short old bone ahead. Thank you for your concubine's generous heart."

While adding an unwanted word, she stretched her breasts even more abundantly,

"Remember to inscribe the name of your concubine until the end of this life, named after this. The concubine's name is Priscilla - Priscilla. Uh, Priscilla...... well, now what the hell"

I thought I ran out of prestige, and I caught on like an old bokeh.

Subaru, who almost stumbled into the front-row by accident, barely enjoys the seriousness of the surrounding atmosphere with respect. Nevertheless, there is no doubt that Priscilla's remarks led to subtle temperatures of the field air.

She twisted her neck several times, then looked up at Al standing next to her and poked him in the side of it,

"Here, Al. My concubine is in trouble, thanks to your help."

"No, I'm surprised, too, because I don't think he's gonna turn at the starting point. I was thrilled to wait for my introductory turn. What are you gonna do with my high pitched voice?"

"I don't know how high your chest sounds. Give the will of the concubine the highest priority, see?"

"Super exclusive! Well, I don't think so, but you're not talking about Barrier, the family name, not coming out, are you?

- Oh, bye.

Approximately, he firmly holds back the hand he offered, and Al looks to heaven to the pity of his Lord's head and puts his hands on his forehead. Now putting down a squire who would not hide that mourning pose, Priscilla turned again forward and laughed invincibly at the Sage Society on the stage,

"The concubine is Priscilla Burriel. Respect the next king."

terminal, and Subaru felt it was no more self-appealing.

At least not the content of a speech that makes it the mouth of a human who wants to be a decent king.

Besides, unlike Kursch, I'm just satisfied that she no longer has a word to go on after that, or that she has told everything in her current line of remarks.

Exactly how much or whatever this ends up talking about, and when Subaru is harrassed in a different way than just now,

"Burriel... of Lord Leipe Burriel?

It was Microtoff who plugged in the voice of doubt. The old man narrowed his eyes as he fingered his own white beard, searching out his memories.

"Hmm. Speaking of which, I don't see Lord Leipe, but he...?

"If you're that colorful, you were seriously injured in an accidental accident six months ago, and you're unconscious, and you just passed away the other day."

"Oh, my God, Lord Leipe. Hmm. When that happens, what is the relationship between Lord Leipe and Lord Priscilla...?

Microtoff with a painful face that the person with the name was the deceased. Priscilla snorted at the old man's question,

"For a concubine, that would mean a late husband. I haven't even touched my fingertips, so it's really just a name relationship."

Shin, and the silence falls again in the hall. Subaru rebuts the words of Priscilla now, feeling the noise so tall that it is far away and delivers tinnitus.

This would mean that she now threw up her partner's death boringly, though.

"Princess, isn't it too pathetic to say anything that's the way it is?

You just asked, or you're going to follow up on the bad reactions around you, or Al hisses and ears at Priscilla. but she even cut off that al consideration lightly,

"Where do you need to decorate facts to talk to facts. That jizzy took a concubine, burned his disproportionate ambitions, got involved in an irrelevant accident where he was irrelevant, and burned himself out before turning the spark into a fire. What if this isn't a joke? Well, instead of putting my life at risk, it was a laughable story, a worthless old bone to make."

If it's just a knife, it's still better, and Priscilla rarely cuts the deceased, who has already been slashed with a blade of words, again and again. At the end of even sprouting sympathy for that person who doesn't even know his face, he seems to know that person. It's a look of sinking pain such as Microtoff.

Are you noticing such a change in the look on Microtoff's face, Priscilla lifted her orange hair with unchanged attitude,

"Yui, if that old bone made sense, it's that you transferred everything you were accumulating as it were to your concubine. The concubine and Jizii were husband and wife, so there was no trace... why, yes, the Burriel family belongs to the concubine"

Drawing abusive conclusions, Priscilla looks around wondering if it is also a complaint.

I get that gaze, and I feel the emotions of dissatisfaction increase, but nothing that shows it in a concrete form appears. I almost have expectations of Rickert, who defended himself so much against Kursch, but his person also has his mouth shut with dissatisfaction in his face.

Her bystanders are going to be put through like this for some reason, or because I know from the edge that they can't get it to work properly.

and

"Hmm, I get the story. After years of acquaintance, Lord Leipe's obituary had a few surprises...... Master Priscilla's story makes sense. Surely the owner of the Burriel family is you."

"Of course not."

"I just want to hear more about you, but who's your knight?

To Priscilla, who snorts gently, Microtov now turns his water to his squire who stands next to him. The form Al suddenly ceded to the center of the story,

"Ahhh...... oh, me?

And I replied with a voice that was obviously about to bite the stretch to prove to both the Lord that it was a righteousness of my pace.

The two of us will keep indoor temperatures alive so that we can compete in our main obedience. It was, in a sense, a worse development for Subaru's heart than for the parties, just for a relationship that we know only marginally when compared to other candidates.

"Yes, it's you. It's an unusual outfit, but a face I don't see in the Kingsguard Knights... a helmet."

"Oh, you know what? This helmet is made by the Volakia Empire in the south, and I'm having a hard time bringing it out. It's durable, long-lasting, and it looks cool, so I use it a lot."

"of the Vorachian Empire... then you are not affiliated with the Kingsguard Knights"

"A knight is so highly-called, it tickles, actually. I see, that's it. You're such a mercenary, such a windmill."

Showing himself with his arms, Al exposes his prime name with his mundane voice. The helmet makes a cute metal noise in the movement that makes you laugh at the heels, which again stirs the surroundings to the darkless arrow cod. In fact, a voice rose from the Kingsguard Knights camp with blues in its behavior,

"What a disrespectful attitude! Don't you know where this is?

"Seeking a despicable barbarian to behave as a knight, though harsh, doesn't mean you can silence your current attitude"

"In the meantime, what are you hiding your face in front of the Sage Society? It's also an imperial helmet… disrespectfully!

"Hey, hey, don't be angry with me. The naïve Ole Heart's gonna be a mess under pressure, right?

Against the angry voices of the knights, Al only does not break his cool attitude.

but while he fingered the surface of his helmet,

"I don't think your opinions are off target. Surely it's not weird being treated like a suspicious person to be hiding your face in front of a great man."

"If you were suspicious, it wouldn't have suited the eyes of a concubine, Al."

"That's not a frightening story. Nevertheless, I hope you forgive the disrespect of hiding your face. What?"

Looking up at the Sage Society, Al puts his finger in the gap in its helmet and lifts just a few to show off some of the hidden faces outside.

The lower neck lifts and the jaw to the lower nose is exposed to the outside air -,

"Uh-huh."

I could see someone groaning small at that painful facial scar.

As it is, Al goes round and round the model nice and on the spot, appealing the same condition toward the whole hall. Nature, the momentum of the knights will also subside.

That would also be a natural story.

Anyway, Al's face was engraved in the battlefield with stacks of burns, lacerations, and various scars, even in the parts where he could see them. Subaru also has noticeable scars on his skin, but a number of wounds that seem to have multiplied them tenfold without exaggeration.

Al laughs when he removes his fingers and re-wears his helmet if the reaction around him was as he thinks,

"And well, you look ugly like this, and I hope you can forgive me for the rudeness of hiding your face and facing you like this,"

"Thank you, sir. My men have been rude."

Marcos bows his head and apologizes to Al for making a properly cloudy statement about his tea. Then he stiffened the look on his face,

"Excuse me for overlapping, but I'm from the Empire and I have that scar... if you're ever experienced with a swordsman"

"Heh, Sarasu is the Knight Commander. You know very well the dark part behind that secrecy empire. He's definitely experienced swordsmen. I've been a veteran for over a decade."

The twirl spreads again into the hall, and many of the knights whine in their mouths about the word swordman.

It's something I don't know as a word, but is it something like 'slaves using swords' to imagine literally? You can probably guess from that,

"You mean you've been in a place that makes battle a spectacle?

"Soyuko and brothers. That's why I want you to convince me about your skills and scars. Oh, you didn't name him."

finger to Subaru's whine, then Al tapped his helmet gently with that finger,

"Vorachia and I are out of touch, and now the windmill of the stream - call me Al. The princess is holding me well and making me pee."

Al laughs at Marcos with the same blurry attitude.

The attitude is similar to that of the Lord, and there is no way that he has cared about the shards, such as being amazed around him. On the contrary, it was the knight's camp, which had disputed him until earlier, that was the end of losing words to the soberness of the scar engraved in him.

It must have been because it was clearly known that his journey had not been flat, including the lack of one arm. And

"Seriously, Kai..."

It was equally a fact of less shock to Subaru, who saw it.

Until now Subaru has avoided making direct references to Al's appearance. It also avoided the insensitivity to wave the topic of limb defects to the person of the ship's arms, who had unconsciously refused to do so as a reality to himself that he might face any day.

If Al came from the same world as Subaru, then what happened to him remains no other HR for Subaru either.

He loses his arm and suffers such terrible scars that he can't even show others on his face - for Subaru, who has already carved countless lacerations in his body, he is just one of the possibilities of the future.

Blistering, the feeling of bottom-cold strokes Subaru's spine.

With such Subaru sentiments at the margins, the King's election proceedings continue,

"Hmm. If you are from the Vorachian Empire, on what fringe are you with Master Priscilla? It's not just information, it's a kind of a different world where people and things don't go out."

"There's a way out everywhere. There's a way around the back. When I saw the period, I was allowed to escape from the empire. That's why I'm here with the princess..."

"Nothing. As a result of the concubine's pleasure."

Priscilla, who had been silent until then, pinches her mouth to see if she could sit on her stomach without her turn. Interrupted into Microtoff's question and answered, she jerked off the colorful ornaments that adorned her fingers.

"It is only natural for a concubine to be king. Then anyone, such as a squire, does the same thing. Therefore the concubine chose the concubine's favorite among the concubine's servants. That's not how it turns out."

"I see, naturally. So, how do you choose that?

I'd rather accept it than argue poorly. The story goes on. Without touching Priscilla's arrogant part of the shore, Microtoff urges ahead while satisfying her self-esteem.

At that rate she looked in a good mood, breathing in her nails,

"What, what did you find out? - On the condition of adding what was right for his eyes to his squire, he allowed his arms to gather pride and compete in the concubine's territory. That's a lot of fun."

In response to Microtoff, Priscilla sidelined Al in a meaningful way.

If you take her word for it, that means Al is right for her eyes. Increasingly, I can't imagine how much his strength in the ship's arms is.

Starting microtof to Priscilla's answer, the face of the Sage Society also snorted convincingly.

"I mean, the winner of that tournament is him..."

"No, you didn't win, did you?

but just a cross spear to that satisfaction.

shook his shoulders delightfully at the faces of the amazing old men. Al looked at the

"It's not sweet enough for a one-handed guy to get out of those arm bragging guys. You were lucky enough to stay in the top four in a winning format."

"So, why, then, did Master Priscilla turn him into a squire...?

"I thought I told you. The concubine chose someone she liked."

Priscilla stretches her chest in inquiry and slaps Al's back standing next to her at her disposal. Thirsty bursting sounds, "Ahin," he heard Al scream.

"In the meantime, I am overconfident to the extent that we come together with the retarded touch of arm pride, and I still don't falsify this odd body after being exposed to strange eyes. And more importantly, after staying in the Vorachian Empire, there are others who blew the Great Jurassic from beyond the Great Falls."

Priscilla's smile adds to its depth and her red eyes start to glow with rotten joy. The narrative turned early, and she stepped on the spot with a loud voice as she gathered her eyes,

"Consequently, the concubine chose Al as her concubine's squire. Let the concubine choose Al, and the concubine walk in the way of the king, are all the days that make the concubine not shine."

Priscilla says without a coward that she is blessed by the world.

There was no hesitation or suspicion there, only horrible confidence.

Except for the suddenness of what is said, the attitude that stands at its apex is precisely the charisma itself held by only the superior who can follow others.

Though the qualities because of it also only become meaningless because the contents of the core do not distract me.

"Hmm, I see the relationship between you two. But then the question is, for what reason did Master Priscilla find out she was a dragon witch? Suppose the knight didn't find it..."

Unlike facades without words in Priscilla's assertions, Microtoff has a measure of just accepting it. Having received her words, he proceeded to the next question - what the old man had spoken, I see, was certainly worthy of raising the question.

To see each faction so far, apparently each candidate is in the form of a Knights of Kingsguard holding a badge and searching for the person in question, and the knight he finds attached to him as a candidate's squire.

Ferris against Krusch. Reinhardt against felt. And Anastasia and Julius will probably do the same.

When that happens, it is the Priscilla group that rises naturally and

"If Emilia Tan..."

Will Roswar take the form of a nominee?

Patron, it is Roswar who supports Emilia in the form of And Subaru has not been face-to-face until now with the knightly figure who found her. Instead of not being in the territory of Roswar, I guess there is no such person more than not in this place in the king's capital.

Despite the situation in which Emilia was likely to be isolated from the atmosphere of the field, the inner part of Subaru felt some relief in the fact that such a knight did not appear.

That much thought led Subaru to the fact that he did not even know why Emilia had decided to take part in the King's race.

What brings Emilia to this occasion for purpose? And for what reason was she to go for king?

Even one end of it, Subaru realizes late to a fact he hadn't touched.

"Dear Sage Society, the answer to that question has been confirmed by the Knights"

And it was Marcos who came forward "fearfully" to Microtoff's question. He frowned faintly in the expression of the

"In fact, there is a history of the late Lady Leip noticing the dragon history stone text as soon as possible when his predecessor and his relatives died and hastening to acquire the candidate. Originally, the management of Dragon Historic Stone was the responsibility of Lady Leip, and it was reported that there had been a few days before the contents of the text had been reported."

Marcos talks about the suspicion of the deceased's behavior in an unspeakable way. Does Microtoff have any idea what that Marcos word means, touching his fingers with a long brow that seems to cover his eyes and conceal,

"I see. He was a very ambitious man. It's about finding dragon witches."

The guardian of the next king - in this case he had Priscilla as his wife, so he must have been a more powerful person in a larger sense.

Thinking about it, some of them were a lot more drastic.

"But even if you find the witch at heart, it's ironic that you've been miserable."

"One of the stories is a heartless old bone. At the end of the day, the one who shrugged Yu Ya was like this. It was a fitting end to laughter."

Priscilla scores without even tickling and brands her dead husband's life with red dots. Microtoff can't react to anything but a bitter laugh that his acquaintance received much credit for.

Whatever.

"There's no need to talk about old age that's already dead. Concubines only stand with concubines. Something you don't even need to touch for other reasons. Don't worry, you worship your concubines as kings."

Confident, Priscilla informs of the conclusions reached many times in this short time.

While no one in the hall carries on words to her attitude, only the pitch-black helmet standing next to her looks firmly at her,

"Princess, in return for doing that? What can I get?

"It's a simple story. - As a concubine, you have the right to remain a winner."

Laughter, Priscilla continued her breath,

"The supreme purpose is to prevail over the race for the king. Therefore, choosing a concubine remains the answer. It is therefore up to you to follow your concubines."

"When heaven is choosing himself..."

"Naturally. Anyway, in this world, only the convenience of a concubine can happen."

That's why.

"A concubine deserves a king. No, except for the concubine. There's nothing to talk about. Just let your eyes shine in the glory of the concubine standing in front of you."

Priscilla looks back gently with her orange hair raised and boldly flowing into the universe.

What needs to be said is done, and she shows herself, and she walks straight to the center with her back to the Sage Society on the stage.

While following its back, the pitch-black helmet finally looked up on the stage,

"I know how to say it, but what our princess says is all true. If you give it to the princess, unless it's against her will, you'll be rewarded - Heaven is choosing the princess, Priscilla."

To put it all out, Al circles his gaze around the hall.

Everything stared at in that Al's eyes was breathtaking, and when he looked over at it, the man in the ship's arms gently waved one arm only,

"As long as you like when you'll be under the princess. I think I should ride the winning horse sooner rather than later."

It's like two people who have forgotten to put humility in their mother's womb about how confident they are that they are all obedient.

When they return to the line of candidates, the air they were naturally straining lightly relaxes and begins to create an atmosphere that is likely to take a breather somehow.

Subaru also manages to relieve the unnecessary tension after the time when he was even sent nerves to breathe.

For once, one face-to-face speech was also a paragraph - albeit difficult to say that it was decent, but more importantly, it didn't end in a wave called a wave.

"Why do I have to be so thrilled..."

Subaru stares back at them back in line with such a misguided rage. and my eyes met with Priscilla looking back at the pretend and at an unexpected time.

Subaru and her gaze intertwined, and she smiled meaningfully, winking here as if to pluck her love. The trick is excessively glossy, and the intolerable Subaru and others are lightly upset.

That's right, almost the same age and already a wife - also a widow.

Describing a young widow aristocrat or something with plenty of flesh, that was already the only ingredient that was going to fill my chest.

"A beautiful man in a man's dress to a man's daughter. Now a rich widow or something too diverse in the genre."

That he is a widow at all costs, but has no shadow at all like it. Seeking more than that from someone who just lost her husband in the family register is a harsh story though.

"- Ah."

Apparently Emilia and I were chasing this one and Priscilla's gaze while we were running our thoughts on crap, etc., and our gaze hit.

She was a little surprised that there was Subaru at the end of Priscilla's gaze, then lay her eyes down and, from a Subaru point of view, she looked away lonely as she had been betrayed.

Gatsun, and Subaru fluttered in shock like he was beaten, "Yes, that's not a mental affair right now!?" or some misplaced excuse on your head.

In the meantime, the king's race shows pale signs of progression.

"Next, Dear Anastasia, And knight, Julius Euclius! Previous!"

"Yes."

"It's time."

Firmly, the purple-haired girl responds, and as Julius gently holds one hand up in heaven, she highs her uniform sleeve in a swinging down motion.

Thirsty bursting sounds echoed, refreshing the air until then, and Anastasia smiled "Whoa," forward as it stood.

Next to her, Julius lines up without any feeling.

- In this way, there are two people who are the most obedient in this king's race.

Before the next candidate, Subaru also turned his back on consciousness.