Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

"I see, I could swallow the situation."

A woman who tilts a glass and licks white marks on her thin lips with her tongue.

Elsa, every trick she named is glossy, and even while Felt explains the situation, it's a subaru of doggy releases to the flushes that are thrown at her every now and then.

"That's why we're negotiating a price catch. I don't care which one of you brings the badge, I'll sell it to the higher one."

"It's a good personality, I don't hate it. - So, how much did your brother put on it?

Ten sacred coins, that's the amount offered over there.

Naturally, I think they gave me more than that because I'm going to stick with it.

Even here, he decided that his attitude would be negative, and Subaru activated his phone's shooting capability three times. The burnt flash cleaves the stash and cuts Elsa's figure to the screen.

Elsa with no further reactions while faintly frowning at Subaru's actions.

Show that girlfriend your phone screen,

"It's this magic machine I'm putting out. Probably only one rare item in the world. It's a story about the muscle master over there. He said he won't drop twenty coins in the Holy Gold."

"Magic apparatus..."

Looking at himself on the screen, Elsa makes a convincing nod in front of her phone in front of her.

I guess it conveyed that Subaru's means are barter, and that's not haphazard. She has a small leather bag from her nostalgia - probably with a reward sacred gold coin in it.

Put that on the table. The metals rub against each other and the heavy noise reaches over the bag.

Felt, whose eyes narrow like a cat, and Grandpa Rom, who can resist it. While Subaru waited beside him for his opponent's action, Elsa put those white fingers together on the table.

"Actually, I, too, have been given some extra money by my client. If you seem to be reluctant, you can think of a little lift."

"The client...... does that mean Mr. Elsa was just asked to pick up the badge with Felt too?

"You will. What you want is the client.... you, hiccups?

Subaru wanting a badge in exchange for a magic device, that seems to be what Elsa questioned him about.

It is difficult to understand Elsa's profession in the first place, even when asked about it.

So much so that they're asking me to pick it up, is it like a courier? Either way,

"Being with me means being unemployed!

"So, that unemployed brother put a jumping price on it. How much can your owner charge?

On Felt's provocative mouth, Elsa shuts up and opens the bag's mouth.

Spitting out of an upside down leather bag is a holy gold coin that emits a dazzling silver glow.

Felt shines his eyes at the overlapping metal noise and even Grandpa Rom faintly throats. Subaru was more conscious of counting the number of sheets than of shine.

That number, if there's no mistake...

"Twenty, Just"

"That's all the holy gold coins I'm being given by my employer. Seems like he was deserving of you when he ran out of it upstairs... but maybe a little tough."

The inquiry was directed behind Felt, at Grandpa Rom.

When Grandpa Rom counts the number of holy gold coins, he looks down and laughs at Subaru, who looks anxious.

"I don't look like such a toddler. There's no need for a man to talk.... twenty holy gold coins for sure, an extrajudicial reward. But I thought Noon said twenty pieces of holy gold wouldn't come down."

Big, bumpy palms scratch Subaru's short black hair abusively.

I'm still drunk. I'm shaken up on top, and I'm subaru leaning to the worst of my mood,

"In Non's view, this negotiation leans toward Subaru. It's bad for you and your employer, but I'm not putting this gold back in the bag."

To Grandpa Rom's words pushing back the Holy Gold coin with a boneless palm, the worst mood switches to the culmination at once.

Felt hailed his hands with no differences, and shrugged his shoulders without Elsa or looking just as depressed again. So much so that the Subaru reaction that I accidentally stood up and gutted posed floated a bit.

"What the fuck! Fine, nothing! I was so happy! In a way, it's my first time here! About a gutspaw, hey!?

"I didn't say anything. It's too much, brother. If you can make money, you can make money."

"My employer shouldn't mind if it's not on hand either. You don't have to eat that much."

Elsa is pale with her hips up against a felt teasing her blushing Subaru.

I wasn't expecting a losing dialogue for a negotiated defeat, but I also cared that it wasn't the wind that cared about it because I couldn't fulfill my request.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Elsa. Maybe you'll get mad at me."

"I don't have a choice. Whatever happens to me, it's a bad idea for my employer to spend less."

"Let me hold twenty holy gold coins. It won't float."

"You've had too much luck with Atashi! Has the Atashi era arrived?

Contrary to the men sympathetic to Elsa, Felt's attitude rarely reads the air.

Either way, you can also see that this has led to the conclusion of the negotiations that were plaguing Subaru.

That was not a token again, but also a step in hope that the first benefactor in this world to help Subaru, Satella, was likely to become his righteousness.

If it were meant to be, we should tell Satella about Felt, who stole the badge from Satella, or Elsa, who asked for it, but the only substantial damage is Satella's mental strength and Subaru's phone.

We only spoke a little, but there was no tough spirit in Subaru to butch them into the pig box.

opportunism, is superb here.

"Well, that was an unfortunate outcome of the negotiations, but I'll be excused."

Everyone drops off Elsa standing up.

Elsa, who drank the last remaining milk and also licked it with erotic tongue motion, looked to Subaru as she remembered.

Its black eyes tangle inside Subaru's chest as if they were tight.

"- Speaking of which, you get that badge, what do you do?

Somewhere low, it was a frozen inquiry of emotions.

The sound sweetly blackmailed Subaru's tympanic membrane and reached him to forbid perjury.

"... oh, give it back to its original owner"

After I said it, Subaru noticed his obvious rudeness.

In front of the girl who stole it and the person who requested it, he declared that he would return what was stolen to the person who stole it.

It is also a declaration equal to a declaration of hostility,

"- What, you're related?"

- It made enough sense to move Elsa's cold intentions to execution.

"Uh-huh!?"

Sudden impact from crossing.

His body slipped sideways to the power that struck him around his waist, and Subaru rolled unnecessarily down the ground without even taking his reception.

In pain and shock, in the sight of going around, slamming him on the ground at once and raising his face, the felt was clinging to his hips to hug him.

"What?"

"Are you nuts!? Avoid it, you're dying!?

Damn, the curse was dispelled by the fury above it.

Surprising Subaru, I can see Elsa standing this way in sight from such a low position.

Oh, you've been avoided.

and Elsa tilting her neck with a strange face.

In her hand, an incompatible murder weapon is gripped with a dull glow.

- Kukli knife, would Subaru's knowledge fall under that murder weapon?

Nearly thirty centimetres across the blade, the knife is broken in its carcass, a kind of sword that is commonly regarded as an inner transgression. I had heard of it as a weapon that cut off prey, like an axe with tip weights.

Shaking that blade, Elsa smiles the same as before.

From his posture, I guess that blade was shaken off once. For example, what helped Subaru, who was on that track, was the felt that made him jump and protect him.

Fears rushed through Subaru's brain too slowly over the fact that his life was dictated by an instant, but also an attack outside of consciousness.

The alarm rings and the heart pumps blood out like an early bell. Subaru cannot stop the tremors in his arms that support his body as he hears the sound of a beating that has turned his whole body into a heart.

With all that Subaru ugliness to spare, things still keep moving.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It was Grandpa Rom who raised his roar and jumped at Elsa, who waved the murder blade.

He shakes a stick that he didn't even let go of during the negotiations and punches Elsa in the skull with that thorny murder weapon.

The speed of the stick being swung down is unusual.

Weighing ten kilograms, swinging a blunt weapon like a twig is a giant divorce.

The stick strikes directly at the ground of the zo, and the impact gives rise to the illusion that the entire building will shake.

The wood on the bounced floor and the stolen goods that were scattered blew away in the aftermath, and the battle began to cross the boundaries of common sense in front of Subaru's eyes.

"I've never killed a giant before."

"Let me pull it out, little girl. - I'll ground it and feed it to the big rats!

The blow of a stick swinging at him by a slap certainly possesses the power as declared by Grandpa Rom.

If that murder weapon has speed and power on it, it can only have less than a paper shield performance, such as poor defense. In a room with little scaffolding, that's the only threat of lethality if you get hit with a stick to block the escape.

But on the other hand, Elsa's skill opposite it was also in the realm of anomalies.

Her black shadow turns to slip in that lethal storm as she rocks a kukli knife hanging in one hand.

If she gets involved, she won't spare the assassination. In front of the murder weapon, that's the real piece of paper, and she's flirting with Grandpa Rom as she turns herself around.

Mazui, instinctively Subaru thought.

Something is making a decisive alarm that it sucks as it is.

"Shit......"

"I'm fine. Grandpa Rom couldn't have done it! I haven't seen Grandpa Rom lose in a fight since Atashi was so attentive!

To Subaru, who can only shake his lips and speak of anxiety, Felt shouts his trust with the kind of momentum that inspires him.

There was a trust in her words that the months had piled up, that could not be overridden.

I guess the relationship between the two people, who slapped each other lightly but respected each other, was created by those not short months.

But unlike her, who shouts trust, Subaru is pessimistic.

This is not the 'fight' she has ever seen. "Kill each other".

"- Eat it!

Before Subaru's anxiety took shape, there was a change in the fighting.

Grandpa Rom roars and kicks up the table. The wooden table, which until just now was the stage of negotiation, is shattered and scattered with wood chips to cover the front of Elsa.

It's a damaged wood curtain.

On the other side of it, Grandpa Rom's stick was released with full force.

The blow, which was struck from the top, was powerful enough that it could even smash the passenger car. But...

"- Grandpa Rom!

A grieving felt scream was emanating from her throat.

And Subaru saw the result of the cry.

Twirling, it's Grandpa Rom's right arm holding the stick in his grip as he spins.

A thick, hard arm is cut from his shoulder, dancing through the universe, and slammed against the wall with blood scattered.

Both Subaru and Felt bathed their heads in the rain of blood that had been smashed all over the room. But I don't have time to be conscious of that blood.

"At least, to hit it off. - Huh."

Grandpa Rom, whose right arm is cut off from his shoulder, spills blood like water from a hose.

He flies the giant forward and targets Elsa with his remaining arm without even holding back the wound.

The crushed table fell to the floor, beyond which Elsa is in a blade-shaven position.

It's quicker for Grandpa Rom's gigantic body to crush that skinny than for Kuklinife's blade to flinch.

Such a grunt, Grandpa Rom's life-threatening cry,

"Though I forgot to tell you - milk, thank you very much"

It was held back by a flash of broken glass, which was in Elsa's opposite hand.