Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

"I need your help. Hey! Non will not die in this place! Felt! Come on, help Noon! Tell him, both of you!

The old man's life begging continues as he roughs his voice, spits and rocks his shoulders.

The only thing that resonated in the quiet hall was the unusual cry of the old man, which was accelerating into the precipitation of the air on the floor.

Many of the knights and clerks turned their indelible, disgusting eyes on the old man, and saw things that the sages' club faces would be close to, many of them in the mood.

To the cry of that old man, to beg for his life, I had to say that what is finding more meaning than that is a minority in this House.

"What's up, who makes you think you've ever lived!? Or did you forget to thank me before if I lived a bit up there, hey, how about what!?

An old man who persists and exhorts the inferiority of humanity, as he folds. As everyone avoids mentioning that attitude, Reinhardt looks out for the side of the girl he sees as the Lord.

It's a leopard transformation for her, a transformation of such an old man that it can be said. The relationship is too shallow to detect that mood, but it's not hard to imagine that a small amount of agitation is attacking that body.

Reinhardt, whose investigation worked somewhat to the sincerity of the old man's statement, decided that he had to make a move to open it anyway, and tried to step out,

"- Don't move, Reinhardt. Don't do anything strange."

And, he was stomped on two feet by the voice of a girl scratching her moving nose.

It's faulty, Reinhardt says, and the girl who threw her voice at the red-haired youth is making a grin in such a stand-up as Arrogant Shore itself.

Priscilla leaned her neck lovingly and slutty as she put a fan out of her own chest against her mouth and shot through Reinhardt with her eyes lit with an abusive light,

"I don't know about that, Reinhardt. Not as upset a knight as you are. In such an attitude, it seems as if old age there is trying to do something about it before you say something inconvenient"

Reinhardt regrets his own failure by chewing his umbilical cord that he was "hit" in the heart by Priscilla's words, which most likely shrugged his shoulders.

I don't know how the words and deeds of an old man named Cromwell affect Felt. but he was stabbed with a nail in the form of a further lead in trying to open up a situation that was also difficult to interpret favourably.

In a word of Priscilla today, the way the old man perceives words and deeds and their implications change for those present in the hall. And even if Reinhardt moves to deny its content, it will not be judged without a preconceived notion that it is already 'trying to cover up an inconvenient fact'.

Priscilla completely changed the situation on stage in a nutshell to her advantage.

Even though I'm not familiar with the backgrounds of the confronting people, I let them break through the relationship and direct me to the situation with only a few trivial interactions earlier.

Reinhardt, who has been unable to move in a detour. In front of him like that, Priscilla nodded satisfactorily, making a noise and pointing the tip of the closed fan back at the old man,

"Come on, keep begging for your life. Unfortunately, miserably, ridiculously, dance madly until you are finished and intrigue your concubine. My concubine forgives me, my concubine won't let me stop. Do it right, old man. Depending on your hard work, I will decide whether you want to fulfill your words or not."

"A good little girl says," That looks great.... Felt, you're not, are you? You've been such a sweet girl for a long time. You don't abandon Non, do you? All this time, you've done well. "

Spitting away at the words of the magnificent Priscilla, the old man still smiles with a charming smile at the mercy of a girl of old knowledge.

The surroundings were wary of the recklessness of such an old man, who did not know what it meant to undermine Priscilla's mood, but Priscilla, who was supposed to have been treated differently for the time being, happily loosened her mouth and only watched the continuation of her life begging, which she hailed as unbearable.

As we see the end of that exchange and the people around us have regained their sanity, we whisper to each other in a whisper about our current mood - that is, the sentiments of the old man's miserable begging for life.

"Did you see that unusual look?"

"It's more than that. I don't even feel sorry for you. Thieves are fierce."

"Even if Master Felt were to be sheltered, there would be nothing else like release."

the knights sinned. On top of that, he verbally slandered the attitude of the shallow old man who wished for his release,

"It's the ghetto where all those raw people are... that Master Felt was raised there?

"Assuming that the story of the alleged survival of the blood clan was true, is it something for which the king's duty rests on what he has spent in such a place..."

"Shouldn't we still reconsider? Or that we should follow the dragon history stone and treat it as just a few matches as candidates for form only"

The facade of the civilian muscle starts mentioning Felt's credentials because he thinks he had a shallow relationship with such an old man.

Gradually the whisper increases its magnitude and spreads across the hall.

Seeing such an ambient reaction, Reinhardt bites his lips that his inner concerns have become a reality. It was predictable that this would happen.

On top of that, I missed hearing the old man scream, and I got under Priscilla's restraint. As a result, it didn't come true to stop it, and it made it good for both of us with the same interests.

Cursing his impeccable self, Reinhardt stares at the silent felt.

What does the girl think about leaning down and still keeping silence?

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"- Eh!"

Even while the parties keep their mouths shut, outfield voices continue to magnify, forgetting the toothpick.

Marcos breathes heavily that he can't stand the naive deterioration of the situation and should just have a drink. And

"-Do this guy always do too!!

It's not a drink by Marcos, famous for shaking up his men's spines.

It was a tall, old girl's, deafening rage.

Shin, and surprise precedes, and silence falls straight into the hall.

take it, and the girl roughed her exhale and proceeded to the center, looking over at the faces of all the

"If people shut up, they say pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee When the good old men get together and they're girly, you know, the balls."

"Dear Felt, whatever that statement is..."

"Shut up, anti-inch knight. Congratulations to the lady, but don't talk to Atashi like she's great. I don't know, even if I don't, I hate you."

It was a Reinhardt who tried to silence the ladies, but Felt's response to it was unforgiving, plus no shards of elegance.

However, the order is an order, and Reinhardt gratefully drops off the scene. Looking at it, Felt shook the hem of the yellow dress, rattling his neck.

"My head and head are hissing, and I don't like that. You're paying me to study, you're paying me to buy a position, you're standing there, right? Then make it look like it. You look like you're not even eating dinner."

Looking over at the faces of the civilians, Felt just evaluates them that way. Then her neck turned opposite and upset ran to the Kingsguard knights who could stare.

"I'm talking about a bunch of good-looking people freaking out about a little girl like Atashi. I don't even hear an excuse to just get up like you're freaking out. I'm sorry to hear about that attitude."

Ringing his nose and mocking the Kingsguards, the walking felt reaches its destination. It is before the eyes of an old man who has so far been scattered and exposed to an unparalleled ugliness, an old man with a giant body and a small girlfriend, when the old man finally confronts him with an average height difference in a kneeling state.

The girl put her hands on her hips and looked over again at the faces she had just made a little fool of herself,

"But look at this terrible side of jizz. He's been beaten and bleeding his nose. On top of that, there are mountains of signs of beard shaving failure. It's a mirror and valuables, and the sharp blades are decent. I'm sorry. So I laughed humbly, and in a nutshell, I felt sick."

"That's too much for you..."

Drop a tone of voice on the scattered ratings, and some distracted old man whine leaks. but when I shook my head as soon as I regained my mind, I continued the task of sticking out a fragrant grin.

seeing it, Felt sighed as he brought his neck deep,

"On top of that, I begged for my life earlier. Honestly, I'm disappointed to hear that. I lost my shoulder strength. You can't look miserable and humble.... Hey, Grandpa Rom"

An old man with a face up for a call. The girl grieves at the red eyes facing her,

"Atashi and other people in the Glades are so miserable. It's natural to live a humble life if they looked down on me from above, and I was just a bunch of sex-rooted rotten people, including Atashi. Really, it's a place."

scattered ratings, including myself, and then Felt continued his breath, "But,"

"It is true that it was a sweep away from the bottom and beyond. But it's not just about being human, it's about being human. No matter how low you look, you don't just imitate rubbing your head on the ground."

"Felt......"

"If there's a mirror on Grandpa Rom's face right now, look at it. I can't believe you're so humble and unusual that you want to survive selling and shaking your tail."

An old man calls the girl's name like a sigh, and the girl responds that way as she shakes her head.

To that answer, Kursch, who had quietly refrained in the line of candidates, nodded heavily. Her philosophy also had something to go through with Felt's remarks now.

"If you're going to beg for Atashi's life, the way you do it is wrong. I won't help you like that from where you don't want to be until you give up your right to be gone."

Just now, with his hands on his hips, Felt ran out of words.

It means abandoning a person who is an acquaintance, and if the old man's words are correct, cutting off the person in the pattern we spent more time with than at an early age,

"... Dear Felt"

Knight in the Knight - in front of a red-haired young man, it means declining to participate in the king's race.

To her assertion, Reinhardt cannot afford something bitter running inside.

It was predictable that this would happen. Seeing that behavior of an old man, he had predictions about how a prized girl would react.

Make that point for Priscilla and the old man - no, it was used by one of those old men.

The old man, in abandoned form, drops his shoulder and leans down as if weakened.

But Reinhardt doesn't miss the fact that the old man's mouth is faintly loose without power. It was something that lived in a sense of accomplishment of what had accomplished one act, unlike what came from weakness such as regret and despair.

Risking his life, the old man struck out into one battle. And he accomplished it brilliantly, accomplishing what he was aiming for. It was a laudable deed.

Even now it was necessary to uncover the prospects of the old man and correct Felt's deeds. But Reinhardt can't do that.

- Because he is him, it was his nature that bound his actions.

Marcos must have figured out the end of the story with the old man's figure and Felt's standing. He pulled the shackles of the old man, rang the sound of the chain and gave a salute towards the hall.

"We apologize for disturbing the place. Give me this thing now..."

I thought, "Well, someone's been waiting for you."

Felt's words block Marcos, who was about to quit the field by saying his apology.

Marcos, who rarely shuts his mouth in a snotty manner. sidelined by a smile such as a creepy expression, Felt turned his little self in a dazzling setting,

"So let go of the captain. Grandpa Rom doesn't have a shackle on his arm, and it hurts to look at it."

"I've said it many times, but I refuse. The reason I obey your orders…"

He said, "I don't think Atashi wants to take part in the King's choice, right? Then it's easy."

Again blocking Marcos from trying to refuse orders, Felt gently slaps himself in the chest. Then you distort the ends of your lips a lot, creating a carnivorous grin with sharp octagonal teeth peeking at you.

"I'll do it, king's choice. Why don't you go for the king?

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A severe earthquake ran across the hall to that statement spun with a grin.

Bomb speech, which should be called, was the first shock to those who heard it, but what was in the hearts of the individual after the shock left varied.

One takes it solemnly, one smiles lewdly, one touches his forehead so that even a headache can be suffered, and one changes his expression and stretches his cheeks.

And in the heart of many things, there was a whirlpool of resentment towards a girl who spoke lightly of a serious decision - or anger at being treated cheaply of a matter of kingdom.

Leaving behind such numerous reactions, it was of course the old man who showered her proclamation directly from the front.

"Hey, what are you saying, Felt? Wow, Noon's convinced. You were right earlier. You can't live if you lose pride. Non's behavior was the worst of the worst. It is inevitable that you will abandon me..."

"There's also a monkey play - by the way, it's fucking jizzy. You've lived such a long time, you don't even know you have the talent of a stage actor. Give up your career and be a big, little villain."

"Do something stupid......! In other words, you're a disgusting man. Abandon your ugliness. Until I put up with the unpleasant thoughts..."

"Yeah, well, you know Atashi very well, don't you, Grandpa Rom? That's right, Atashi doesn't do anything nasty - it's doctrine. You know, I actually know you too."

Old man desperate to strike and change from earlier help and eat down in the opposite direction. pointing at him like that, and then Felt pointed that finger at his face,

"I know because we've been dating for years... Grandpa Rom, you have blood vessels on your nose head when you try to lie"

"Hey, what, lie to me -!?"

The old man is stunned by Felt's allegations and rubs his nose by lifting his arm, which remains tied to his shackles in a hasty manner. Felt saw his tricks like that, and he rang his nose,

"Oh, I'm lying. With that, we found Manuke, but where do we go?

"- Ah."

Grandpa Rom in the form of a maniacally caught in a guided interrogation is dismayed.

I don't know what you thought of an old man with such a low-level trigger, but Felt just shook his head when he shrugged his shoulders, "Oh man,"

"So take off Grandpa Rom's shackles. I've been so busy with all of this, so I'm just saying this."

"There is no way to pass such a name..."

"- The grandfather is Atashi's family. So get off me now."

To Marcos, who also tried to solidify, Felt said by erasing his emotions from his voice.

Hearing the word, Marcos frowned only for a moment, but soon when he erased the signs of that upset from his expression,

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and thank his identity for dealing with the person above him, and take that hand away from Grandpa Rom's shackles. Then he looks back behind him and asks the knight who was waiting near the entrance to "give him the keys to the shackles".

but Felt controlled it with his raised hand,

"Wait. - Reinhardt!"

"Here."

Immediately responding to the sharp girl's voice, Reinhardt's length rises to the stage.

She didn't even look at the red-haired young man standing next to herself, just wrapped her arms around her and squeezed her jaw,

"Do it."

I only ordered.

"Ha, my lord -"

And the knight responds with a sense of universe to that world's shortest order.

An arm raised before the Lord makes a knife in heaven, which cracks down the atmosphere and waves it down.

Cut - The metal shackles that restrained the old man's hands are cut as light as a piece of paper before Reinhardt's knife.

Shackles drained as if they were melting fall to the floor, and the tall sound is played in the hall.

Against the background of that sound, the girl looked up long with her abominable eyes,

"All of this, just like you think."

"Not at all. More than that, it's a guide to destiny."

Reinhardt's answer to the uninteresting Felt words with his hands on his chest. The girl who heard it said, "Ha!" and spilled his breath to throw it away,

"Destiny again? You're a slave to destiny."

"No. - I am the righteous one."

A young man who answers sarcasm with seriousness and from the front. to that posture. Felt glanced at one eye, lifting the edge of his mouth,

"But the job is out of business now, too. You're going to be me."

"Yes, as my Lord wills"

"Come on, get ready when you're done."

"Yes. All as my Lord desires"

"Tsumanee..."

It spills like that in the way Felt pioneered the momentum that all things are likely to be affirmed.

It was Grandpa Rom who was still unable to hide his dismaying attitude in front of the two of them engaging in such an exchange. He swayed his shackled off arms, distorting his bloody cheeks with grief,

"Why not, Felt.... Non will take you."

"I somehow know what Grandpa Rom meant and for what purpose he was saying such a pitiful thing. - You saw Atashi standing in this place, but you didn't like it and you couldn't help it. You used to push me back."

To the old man who leans down powerless, Felt raises his hand to apologize for "bad". face up to her like that. Grandpa Rom let his lips tremble,

"If you know so much, why..."

"I told you, myself. Atashi doesn't do anything nasty."

To the old man who floats the question mark, Felt laughs at the light smell,

"You want me to abandon my family and go back to Lower Town? There's no way you can imitate something less than that."

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Hearing that, Grandpa Rom's expression changes from sad to something more.

When he turned his back on the girl, he rubbed his arm against its face and hid his expression,

"Wow, what's the cause of Non's defeat..."

"It will be too clear, old man"

I guess I perceived that emotional swing, in Reinhardt's call the old man looked up at the ceiling, carelessly with a plundering voice, but still unable to hide the tremors of senselessness and all,

"I raised too many good kids -!"

As the cry echoed, not knowing whether to mourn or rejoice in his nurturing policy, the representative of the Sage Society on the stage - Microtov narrowed his eyes as he combed his beard,

"I wonder if this situation is what you assume, Knights Leader"

"We will not imitate that too much. I'm only a knight. Because it protects the way, and it doesn't make the way."

I nodded to Marcos, humble and responsive to the inquiry, and then Microtov turned to the three men in the center - no, two subordinates who were out a step ago,

"Then Master Felt, Knight Reinhardt. Are you both willing to participate in the King's race and are you sure you want to decide that?"

"Oh, man."

"Yes, as my Lord wills"

A felt that does not alter only a transverse attitude and a reinhardt that follows it. The generous Xian Lao did not mention its irregularities, "I understand," he nodded quietly.

"Then there was a little noise, but it seems you can decide it's all there. At the end of the day, if there's anything from Mr. Felt,"

Like any other candidate, I guess we'll set up an opportunity for Felt to speak.

Felt frowned slightly at Microtoff's suggestion to think about it, but when he stood one finger, "Then just one," he moved forward and stood halfway through everyone's gaze. And

"- Atashi hates nobles."

With a refreshing smile, he said so with his hands wide open to show the Sage Society.

- Atashi hates knights.

Keeping that smile, now point the Kingsguard Knights in opposite hands.

- Atashi hates kingdoms.

And keep your hands wide open and spin the words whispering poison in your full smile.

"- Atashi hates all the people in this room, all the scaffolding standing, everything. So I'm gonna smash it all."

"What do you say?" He leans his neck all the time, a felt laughing with fun.

The emotions of those who had completely forgotten their thoughts, momentarily in that attitude, explode.

"Hey, what are you saying -!?"

"In the first place, he said it was going to destroy the country in the place of the king's race to decide the king!?

"What's our time so far!!

"That's how you can't talk to Pippy and not crown her like 'we'? It's a history of pride, and I'm telling you it's crazy."

In front of a crowd that moves in and yells, Felt trumps them into a breath. Then she picked a yellow dress hem that clumped to herself,

"With such a flickering outfit, you can wear high-looking clothes and high-looking jewels, and your eyes are cloudy because it's a history full of blood. That's why we don't always see how rotten and worn our feet are."

So, and she carries on her breath, and then she looks up at the microtoff on the stage,

"When Atashi becomes king, I'll smash it all. I can't see them falling apart right now. Let's knock them off together and get a little ventilation."

To her, who says so with a sunny face, there is nothing else in the place than paleness.

In the wake of that unprecedented rambling, Microtoff nods to Eagle without changing his expression, then turns his spear to the knight standing next to her.

"Your Lord is a harsh man. What do you think when you hear what you are saying?"

"- Right. Lady Felt's words, unfortunately, are still a dream story."

and Reinhardt so shakes the very essence of what the girl who looked at the Lord said. Felt turns a frigid eye to the word, but Reinhardt flushes it with a cool face,

"But sooner or later, Master Felt's words will reach everyone. - That's what I see as supporting in everything."

"But it seems to include you as well, which Master Felt affirmed he would destroy."

"This one will also come to regenerate after breaking it. And then again, if it's next door, there's no more flair."

As he bows deeply, Reinhardt says it out without shaking in front of Microtoff. With that knight's behavior sidelined, Felt brutally scratched his blonde hair,

"Come on, you're either on my side or you're my enemy."

"I'm on your side. - Just you."

"... then, yi-ya. I'll use it."

Thus, here was born the last Lord of the King's Candidate.

And -,

"Now you've heard all the candidates. Let's ask Comrades of the Sage Society again"

Strictly, Microtoff speaks that way in a low voice.

Nature, as tension and silence descend in the setting, and the next word awaits in solitary spit, Microtov slightly opens his eyes,

"This election, the five previous candidates, was declared the start. I ask for your comrades' endorsement."

"- In the authority of the Sage Society, I endorse it"

"Likewise"

"Likewise, let's agree"

Microtoff's face nodded in response to Microtoff's suggestion, and Microtoff rose from his seat after he saw it through.

And he went forward, and refrained right beside the throne in the sky,

"- Then I suggest the terms of the king's election more than this!

Krush Karsten, Duke of Karsten homeowner.

Felix Argyle of 'Blue', one of Krush's knights.

"The candidate is Krush Karsten. Priscilla Burriel. Anastasia Horsin. Emilia. Felt. All shall be qualified dragon witches!

"Bloodstained Bride" Priscilla Burriel.

Mercenary Al, a war-armed otherworlder.

"The deadline is three years later, the ritual in which confirmation of the covenant with the dragon takes place - today, a month before the Divine Dragon Rite!

Anastasia Horsin, a young chamber lord from an exotic country.

One of Anastasia's knights, "The Best Knight," Julius Euclius.

"Election is determined by the brilliance of Dragon Shrine, before the Divine Dragon Volcanica!

The Lost King's Blood Clan (?), felt.

Felt's One Knight, 'Sword Saint' Reinhardt van Astrea.

"In each man's service to the maintenance of the kingdom, let the folk grass know each king's way, to his subjects!

Silver-haired half elf, Emilia.

And Natsuki Subaru, a self-proclaimed knight absent on this occasion.

"I hereby declare the start of the King's race, with the above as the minimum treaty -!"

Microtoff shouts out loud, and the hall is wrapped in dull heat.

I don't have a voice. But everyone can't stop crying out of their minds.

subjected to the aftermath of that heat on his back, Microtoff extended his broken hips and opened his mouth wide,

"Better than this - we start the king race!!