Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

Chapter IV 116:

"I'm sorry that Master Emilia got so motivated, but we'll have a girlfriend in the cemetery first"

At the end of the discussion, Ram, who brought Garfiel back, said that most openly.

Hearing that, Subaru opens his eyes and Emilia and Otto also reveal their surprises.

"Garfiel said 'Trial'... are you serious?

"I mean it, too. Hey, Gurf."

Ram nods at Subaru, who asks in fear, and looks up at Garfiel, who stands next to him.

Two with not so much height difference, but still slightly taller in Garfiel than in Ram. Garfiel was still jerking off his pussy forehead with dry blood and turning away to keep this conversation out of his ears.

The lamb pulls its ears in an unexpected momentum.

"I'm listening, Gurf. You've got a lot of nerve ignoring it."

"Ah! Is that right? Hey Ram!? Now my ears, my roots are buzzing, Oi! You're about to cut a thousand... You're bleeding!

"Doesn't seem to live up to the reflection that we were all trying to get taco beaten? I'm telling you, there's still Emilia here who hasn't drained her health at all. Do you know what happens if you behave rebelliously?

"Wow, I... I'm not going to do that rambling thing..."

Full-bodied creation is critical to each other and to the degree of wear and tear - but only Emilia, who was certainly not in the fight, is in full swing.

Still, I fear Ram's gall power to immediately rely on Emilia's power to run to the demonstration, even though he has just finished a battle that makes sense not to involve her.

"Wow, I'm stuck. Now that we have fought again here, you will not win against me." The strength of the earth spirits returns a lot... so much so that we can fight. "

"When you say that, you'll feel safe over here. Blah, I wish I could beat you up any more. I thought I was gonna die. Second or third in the last month."

"Mr. Natsuki, how stupid are you at the training ground? I'm afraid so."

Svalbard shivering remembering his beating with Garfiel. And when I hear what that Subaru thinks, Otto shivers imagining the spectacle.

By the way, the second or third in a dying experience - if you think of an event that's actually dead, the danger in the right sense may go down more.

"... me, second or third."

"Oh. Second or third...... that's it. There's a lot more going on out there."

"Ha! I'm not riding that mouthpiece." There's a deli in the shadow of a money-making story. "

Garfiel laughs off Subaru's provocation with his nose, and he touches the white scar on his forehead.

Then he directed those sharp golden eyes behind the Subaru's - to a graveyard nestled in laid back.

"I still don't believe in oral cars and the exercise of strength and... even when they're stuck together. And then I'll look you in the eye and judge you."

"What do you judge?

Emilia quietly asks Garfiel, who lowers her voice.

Garfiel turned his gaze to Emilia, who also looked straight at Garfiel.

Or maybe this was the first time in this' sanctuary 'that these two faced each other in a real sense.

Garfield's, badly violent gaze on Emilia. But Emilia didn't do anything to weakly shake her purple blue eyes, even in front of that gaze.

What we saw behind each other's eyes, the two of us loosen their lips at the same time.

Garfiel chewed his sharp dog teeth, and Emilia stretched her fingers across her chest to stop that hand, as she remembered.

Looking at the trick, Garfiel reached for his right shoulder,

"No, no... ugh!

A blue crystal stone standing on his right shoulder makes a blunt sound and pulls through.

For a moment, blood transmitted Garfield's right shoulder, but he tightened his muscles and forcefully stopped the bleeding. To Emilia, who rounds her eyes, she gently wiped and threw the pulled out crystal stone.

"Wow..."

"I'm sure you can take it. He's right... you're right to have it."

Garfiel says to Emilia, who sees the crystalline stone she has received.

Emilia receives Garfiel's words and breathes in the blue glow of the crystalline stone in her hands. The crystalline stone emitted a thin blur, flashing as if pleased with Emilia's acceptance.

Svalbard, who watched it from the side, put his arms around it, saying it wouldn't change if he couldn't talk.

"Thank you, Garfiel"

"From me, I just threw an abomination at him. Thank you so much."

Abandoning to Emilia to say thank you, Garfield looks up casually at the sky.

At the end of his sight, the orange-dyed sky will soon welcome the night. Then you'll be ready to start a 'trial'.

"- I'll make sure. Are we wrong or are we wrong?"

Tell him to express his determination, and Garfiel cuts the wind with his shoulders and looks back.

Stepping out the foot is the cemetery - for Garfield, a place of nightmares confronting the abominable memories engraved at an early age.

What do I see there after time?

"Hey, Garfiel"

A voice that stops Garfiel, who should have been ready, from behind.

If you sound your tongue and look back, it's Subaru with his hands up who stopped this one.

"What?

"No, I don't want to do it if I can give you water. I thought I might still have a little time to get into the 'trials'..."

Subaru scratches his head and mouths, doing nothing but giving him water.

To the seemingly unspeakable face Subaru, Garfiel bit his fangs to prompt him ahead.

As held back by it, Subaru spilled a sigh before

"At least get dressed. There's more to it than just the hipster roll that's going to fall."

Sue and the barbarian style that feels the wind directly in her groin.

Garfiel floated blue muscles on his forehead at Subaru's pointing, and Ram exhaled as if frightened.

"I don't know what to say."

- As soon as he got dressed and stepped into the graveyard, Garfield realized from the feeling of the air that the conditions of the 'trials' were met.

Wet air in a stone space. A chilly breeze blows through and the dusty smell stifles your nostrils. For Garfiel with an overly handy nose, the stench of a confined space is an embarrassing attack on the five senses.

"I don't want to stay long."

The whine echoes the aisle, and the corresponding voice returns from nowhere.

As you repeatedly feel the solidity of the ground on the soles of your feet, your body breaks into the back of the graveyard.

I didn't know, Garfiel noticed even though his heart was beating faster.

I challenge the 'trials' and see the results. The readiness to do so is determined. Still, my heart can't stay calm because what I wait for is a memory for Garfiel that reminds me of a strong fear that I can never wipe away.

Again, there is always a mind that wonders what changes where you touch it.

I just saw that scene again in this eye, and what changes are there in Garfield right now? In the first place, I've never forgotten that memory even temporarily.

Memories burned so clearly that they were too clear.

I just reviewed that again, and what are the consequences other than the memory being reinforced?

"... pitiful. You went out of your way to make sure."

Line up the most seemingly rationale and mock yourself for wanting to escape.

Lamb yells at me and makes me look like a little fool is a snort. I didn't want to know or realize I was such an upside-down man.

- What would you have done if you were the man to lose to this femininity and weakness?

――――

Stop the foot stepping on the cobblestone of the passage and Garfiel becomes aware of the presence of the earth.

The force that springs up from the soles of the feet is the warm fluctuations that the earth lends its strength to Garfiel, who has the 'protection of the earth spirit'.

Garfiel's flesh recovers and strengthens, even if it is scratched, hurt, and worn out, just by being in contact with the earth.

Immediately after being hit, it is still possible to have about 40% of the activity when it is fully operational, now that we have opened up between temporary rest and. If you feel like it, even the cemetery can collapse.

And the Subaru and Rams, who sent Garfiel inside by themselves, have no help to stop Garfiel, which has extended to acts of sabotage. The meaning of defeating Garfiel so painfully disappears completely. Now, I can make it disappear.

To that extent, were they out of their minds?

"Fuck you."

That can't be right.

Regardless of Emilia, who doesn't seem to know to doubt people, or Otto, who seems to be missing a key part, what Subaru or that ram, who acts computationally high, overlooks that possibility?

I don't think Garfield's power will destroy the cemetery.

Do they think it's a hipster, or do they think it's out of faith?

I don't know which one is right for Garfield right now.

Is the answer also ahead of you in overcoming the 'trials'?

"... uhhhhh"

Abominably thrown away, Garfiel resumes walking.

I'm not good at thinking about things that are tricky. I don't like using my head the same thing on a daily basis and in battle. Still, I twist my head desperately because someone told me back in the day.

'Think more and fight. Gurf. Then the ram would be delighted.'

"-"

I pretended to remember who pointed me out to live thinking about it.

So did I continue to bind myself to it, diligently, foolishly enough?

Then Garfiel would have told the person who told him to think and fight, that it would be better to fight without thinking. Irrationally, there was something about it.

"Fuck you, Oi...?

Unexpectedly, a laugh comes in.

Trying to bite that laugh off, Garfiel saw the end of the aisle.

At the end of the aisle, a square space welcomes Garfiel - between 'trials'.

A small room that floats with haunted blue and white, shaking lightly. Stepping into the room with some soothing face, Garfiel sees the stone door behind the room.

Three Trials, supposedly open after you've survived. I don't know if that's actually the case because I've never seen it open. They haven't even told me what's inside.

If you stop and wait like this, the 'trials' should start -.

"- Ah?

Garfiel raised his eyebrows as he put his arms around him shabby and slightly looked around the small room. The discomfort of the small room slipped into Garfield's sight at night.

Trying to stare at what it is.

- Face your past first.

I heard voices.

As soon as possible, his vision shakes and his consciousness is overshadowed by unclear things.

The past is coming...

"No way, I didn't think you'd be taking my feet like this here again. - The eagle is very happy right now."

When consciousness was led to awakening, Garfield realized he was standing in the woods.

It's a forest I'm used to seeing around my neck and in the sight I look over - although it's somewhat of a 'young' forest view compared to Garfield's known view. Only for a few years, but only where I've been dealing with it like every day, I can tell that the change is in Garfield's hands.

This is the past.

And I challenge myself to 'trials' and I'm in that dream.

Accepting it softly, Garfield makes sure his body is in good shape.

Hands and feet, there are. From the neck to the top, eyes, nose and ears are also present without problems. I opened my mouth and if I chewed my teeth into my thoughts, the sound of meshing my tall blade rang.

No problem, we're safe. Rather, it feels like even the injuries before entering the graveyard have healed.

"I haven't dragged my real injuries inside because this is where I only drew my spirit in. If your spirit was so wounded that it would not heal even in your dreams. [M] This has already been demonstrated, for example, that a person who has lost one arm in the real world remains missing even if he is invited to this world..."

"You've been drooling over your mouth for a long time. I'm ignoring you."

"Even if I know. Still, you have to exchange words with the eagle. I think you can respect the sentiment of the eagle who's happy to see you again for a long time."

I don't know, a woman with a dolled grin stands in front of Garfield.

A woman with bright white hair and skin dressed in black mourning from top to bottom. Even though the smile is enchanting enough to cage every man, I can just see the contents are empty across the street.

Neither its appearance nor its dimensions have changed from Garfield's memory.

"My hands and legs are stretched, but you're still the same."

"Unfortunately, the eagle is dead. After death, the soul alone stays in the world. No matter how many years you get, you can't get the same walk of time as the living. Let's talk sentimental. Not even like you."

"Like me, I don't know. It's a good word only a guy who knows me well. It was a long time ago that Mei and I met each other. That's not a big deal, either."

"The eagle you saw might be. But isn't that another matter of whether or not the eagle equals the time he was looking at you?

"-Chi."

I know I'm not the one to be wrapped up in words.

Garfiel was indulging in his desire to tongue, staring at the witch - Echidna - who was standing on her innocent face.

Are you going to be the "Trial" supervisor, or Echidna leans next to Garfiel, who sees the past as before. That worries Garfiel heartbroken by the 'trials'. What a human thought, but only by the lower bitches' curiosity not to overlook the 'all events' affected by this sight unfolding.

Lose the temper to have any more conversations, Garfield sees the woods.

If the performance of the past has already begun, it's only a matter of time before the performers show up.

Garfield doesn't have any dust on her, like she's going to please a witch who's happy to just talk to her.

"It's hard to get along."

Even that Garfiel attitude accepts like a pleasant one, and Echidna strokes her own long gray hair next to Garfiel.

Changes soon came as she followed her tricks sideways.

――――

Garfiel faintly breathed in front of the sight he should have known.

The boundary of the forest - that is, it is the watershed of the junction separating the inside and the outside of the 'sanctuary'.

Being imprisoned by a kingdom is said to be uncomfortable that just making that kingdom present would endanger consciousness and scratch the existence.

Four figures appeared in places that approached the boundary with such a junction.

One is a crown that stretches thin red hair for a long time and looks exactly the same as it is now.

Yet another is a girl around the age of ten with thin, beautiful golden hair like silk thread - Frederica.

And standing opposite Ryuse and Frederica is a serene looking woman with a lowering eye, knitting three blondes in one.

The woman had one toddler in her arms. Gold-haired, ill-eyed children.

"Ah... Mother,..."

A weak voice leaks out of Garfiel's mouth the moment he sees the woman and sees who the child being held is.

The voice calling my mother, but not to the ears of any of the four men who appeared on the spot.

- Naturally. Because no one can interfere in the past.

"Assuming you reach out, you can't touch it. Speak up, but you can't have me smiling. I feel sorry for myself, but I can show you a harsh scene."

Exactly, the emotion of a witch who wants to yell at you not to say it.

But the witch's eyes staring at Garfiel's side, distorted by heartache, have no sincere malice. This sight was not prepared by the witch in bad faith.

This witch drags out the truth, the regrets that beings challenging 'trials' have in their hearts, in what ways, and in what ways - because it's just a natural disaster that they want the consequences.

――――

Four conversations are being exchanged in front of shivering Garfiel.

The content, the number of words, the tone of the voice, everything doesn't get to Garfiel.

The mouth is open and the sound is spinning.

But when it rocks Garfield's tympanic membrane through the atmosphere, it doesn't shape the definitive meaning.

The crown has a sad look on its face and bites its lips as Frederica endures tears. My mother lowered her eyes like trouble and Garfiel in her arms was laughing innocently.

The sound does not accompany that painful sight because this is Garfield's memory.

Young Garfiel has not kept the interaction in his memory at this time. Therefore, the words that are exchanged do not reach Garfield's ears.

Just a thin, pale memory caught on the edge of my memory.

Because it reproduces that sight, all the scenes are performed to stir this one up.

"I wonder what we're talking about. Can you imagine?

"Don't talk to me. - Anyway, I don't know. I've decided to ask questions."

If you think about what happens after this, you can imagine what the conversation will be about.

My mother trying to get to the outside world and crows and fredericas trying to hold it back. Young Garfiel can't even participate in the discussion, she's just biting off the joy of being held by her mother.

"- Guh!

Second, an impulse of impatience struck, and Garfield stepped forward.

Before Echidna raises her eyebrows, Garfiel steps into the woods with his palm just beside the four of them. Four people who come by and don't even notice Garfiel. I get out in front of my younger sister, who is shorter than me, or my unchanging crown, and look straight at my mother and myself.

My mother holds me, a young garfiel laughing innocently.

That's too much of an eclampsia. Don't even know what's going to happen after this, I don't even deserve to be in a discussion to hold my mother back, I'm just laughing.

How much regret does what you were just laughing at at this time, create despair?

"Ahhh! Ha! Oh!

Shake up your arms and cleave the atmosphere with your stretched nails.

I want to stick my nails in the face of a toddler with an innocent smile and repaint that look with despair. I want to remind you that you're making such a stupid choice by now.

Yet the shaken nail barely passes through the toddler's face, and even the mother's arm holding it transmits.

Nothing happens when you step on the earth and try to blow it up with the power of shelter. Gradually, the swing of arms grew larger, even my mother's phantom caught in the urge to destroy, but nothing changed.

"Oh my God! Me! Show me this sight!!

Shake up your unreachable arm and slap it to the ground.

But no impulse of destruction is passed on to the world that has been recreated of memory, and the world is there as a certainty.

Neither can he punch his anger, nor blow away his past, and Garfiel, who trembles his voice, looks back and strips his fangs to the witch who is looking at him.

"Together! Nothing's gonna change! The fact that I couldn't hold my mother back, and what will happen to my mother after this, is with me! Are you satisfied with this, eh?

"It's unsolicited to be scattered in the dark clouds, but to say no to that if you're a bad weasel isn't it too unsolicited? It is undoubtedly the intended consequence of the eagle that the past unfolds as a 'trial'... but you know this place is like that, and it is still you who have taken your feet again. When something is changing, if that's what you were expecting, it's not the eagle you should be blamed for not changing. Yours."

"That's me...?

"I suppose so. This place hasn't changed because you haven't. The only reason the past can't be taken like it was before is because I'm not accepting that you'll change. 'Trials' can be crossed if you accept that you will change, or choose not to change. In fact, one boy who chose to change was able to get over his past."

Garfiel can't carry on two sentences to Echidna, who speaks of success stories.

Cutting that off so easily when it was Echidna's falsehood. But if that wasn't a lie - when you think about it, Garfield learns fear.

There is a past that we have overcome.

The 'sanctuary' has not been liberated. Someone who has previously survived the past has not been able to break through until the subsequent 'trials'. Still, if you've gotten over this past...

"Yes, no... you won't be fooled! You deserve to try" Trial, "if the blood of the subhuman is mixed! The guy with thinner blood than half went into the sanctuary, it's got to be besides me and my sister! I mean! A qualified guy. Still in the 'sanctuary'! And he's the one who's been 'tried' in 'Sanctuary' and the one whose past could have broken through..."

No, trying to be absolute, Garfield hesitated to run out of words at the end.

Caught on to the witch's provocation, where he endangered his thoughts, Garfield jumped at the elements that denied it. But is that really correct?

To Garfield's objection, the witch is somewhere happily holding up her mouth.

That doesn't welcome being nursed through a lie, or Garfiel lining up his arguments.

Something, with a more curious look on her face waiting for something.

"What kind of guy could have broken through?

Garfiel enlightens his attitude to Echidna, who asks him with a white voice.

What does the witch want? Echidna awaits the outcome of whether Garfield can or cannot reach the answers he offers from the information he provides.

And Garfield noticed.

A witch tells me who Echidna is talking about.

"Oh, my God..."

What Garfield said is a condition for challenging the graveyard.

However, exceptions exist.

It was not spoken directly from the witch's mouth, though it is only Garfield's guess.

Perhaps, with the Apostle of the Witch of Greed, it is possible to combine the qualifications to challenge the Trial.

And Garfield knows only one of them.

Besides, didn't he tell Garfield?

- I said that I have seen the past in the wake of 'trials'.

"Huh, that's what he said himself that he couldn't get over the past, that he couldn't get over the 'trials'... Huh"

"Didn't you avoid producing a useless crush by saying it? Or something inconvenient when you find out you've survived the 'trials'."

"Shut up and talk to me. You're interrupting!

Echidna's words hit her head and Garfiel's thoughts are confused.

There is no doubt that he admitted that Natsuki Subaru challenged the 'Trial'. Before Garfield could say anything, he understood the 'trials' to be in the past.

I remember him saying that I couldn't get over it. Even then Garfiel was upset to know that Subaru was a qualified one, so he cut off the conversation without even asking what he needed to hear - though.

"- Huh"

Was Subaru's expression then the face of a man beaten to pieces by an insurmountable past?

Though it was a face I regretted not reaching something, it is not the face of a man with problems inside himself. With that face, I've seen it on the surface of the water bathing like every day.

And the way he slapped Garfiel was not the face, voice, or claim of The Man Who Eats Stoppings in the Past.

"He... he was over the past...? The past can be crossed...?

"Assuming there was a scene outside where he would preach like a great man, because there was something in the person who could do it - isn't that the obvious idea?

Recall the memories of Svalbard and his fists crossed in a hazy consciousness.

Both Subaru and Garfiel were the limits to staying conscious of each other. You can't pick up and collect everything about what the words that were screaming at that time were. No, you must not give up. Here and now, you have to pick it up and put on yourself.

What did they say? What were you screaming about?

In the past, stopping means staying the same, the junction is, 'sanctuary' is, the family is.

I stopped and said what would happen to what I could no longer do.

I thought you said that if you wanted to start, if you even thought so, you were free to start anything.

"- Are you really saying you're going?

A voice struck me, accustomed to hearing Garfield's earlobes.

But that was a voice that could not have been heard on this occasion.

Because that was not the voice of anything that could interfere with Garfiel on this occasion, nor was it the voice of anything that Garfiel could interfere with on this occasion.

"Yeah, I'll go. I'm sorry to bother you, Master Ryus."

"I don't care about that. The question is, how do you feel about these kids?"

Words exchanged belong to familiar families and to familiar families.

The mouth of the reluctantly faced crown moves, the mouth of the facing mother moves, and the sound slips in.

For the first time, Garfiel heard my mother's voice, which should not have been in her memory.

――――

Breathtaking, Garfield is deprived of consciousness by the sight in front of him.

My mother looked at Garfiel in her arms as if she loved her, shaking her body and giving her away. Looking up at that mother, Frederica squeezes her voice grabbing the hem of her skirt.

"Mother... I... I... I am"

"I'm sorry, Foo. I'll worry about you a lot."

"That's okay. I'm fine. But the girlfriend is pathetic..."

"If I take you with me, it's your mother, Doji. I'm sure Gar will have a hard time. Hu, it's your mother's kid, but it's solid, please."

Though lonely, Frederica throws words to drop off her mother.

Garfield finds out for the first time that his sister was positive that his mother would leave the 'sanctuary'. The crown, too, is holding Frederica's trembling shoulder and respecting her will.

"Gar. Mother, you're coming."

As she calls, my mother lifts Garfiel.

Garfiel, who was put up, was laughing innocently in a strange face, as was my mother's determination. My mother sighs softly at her forehead as she holds the garfiel.

The place is in the same place that now has Garfield's white scar.

"I'm sure, because I'll bring your father back. Until then, wait."

"- Huh!"

Loving eyes and words full of compassion.

To avoid letting go of difficult memories, my mother mouths Garfiel over and over again.

After that, I finally handed the young Garfiel to the crown.

Holding Garfiel's body tightly, the sneering crow and mother. My mother then hugs Frederica and pours a mouthful of rain on her beloved daughter's forehead just like Garfiel.

"- Ha. Ah, ahhh... ahhh..."

With that in his eyes, Garfield was on his knees on the spot at some point.

I don't know what I'm looking at.

I don't know this sight. I don't remember seeing a sight like this.

When he was just a little girl, when he didn't know anything, when he challenged the past, what Garfiel saw should have been more hopeless, mutilated memories of despair.

Garfiel has fostered stubbornness by believing that it is important, whether it is such a memory or a memory that chewed away thoughts like that.

It is the void that has stretched so far to cover up depression and misery that it peels off, collapses, and is repainted into something completely different.

What is it, this memory?

Didn't my mother leave in pursuit of her happiness alone, abandoning herself and her sister? Weren't we trying to cut ourselves out of our lives in the way and take our own path?

Now, isn't that absurd?

My mother left abandoning herself and her sister. That's why Garfield was able to shape the presence of Garfield Tinsel so robustly.

When you realize it was a bluff of misunderstandings, a strong fence turns into a brittle dirt wall, and Garfield's world collapses from underfoot.

In front of Garfiel, who can no longer even stand upright, the break-up of our own families in the past comes to an end.

My mother, who has spared her full goodbye, touches Frederica and Garfield for the last time and leaves everything to the crown, takes one bag and heads outside the woods.

On the way, stops over and over. Looking back, I need Frederica to wave me off. He holds his hand by the crown, sees Garfiel waving his hand off his mother, and waves his hand back.

Also, regain your mind and walk out. It stops. Looking back, waving.

I did that over and over again, and my mother went outside the woods...

"- Nah, ah!?

In an attempt to chase after his mother, his standing up vision distorted into a sieve.

The contours of the world are not all blurred because of the accumulation of tear Shizuku in Garfield's eyes. More clearly, the world is about to become obscure for clearer reasons.

The forest disappears, surrounded by white light from the edge of sight.

It's like the end of the world - at the unintentional end of the story that was unfolding, Garfiel looks back and screams at the witch standing behind her.

"Why! Why, I'm trying to end up here! Still, the key thing..."

"No, it's over. I don't need to see any more. It wasn't you who acknowledged the end of the dream. [M] Congratulations, Garfield. You repainted your past."

"What... ugh!? Oh, my God! I have to do something first...!

"You don't need to look ahead, and even if you had an idea of what's going to happen ahead, there's no room for you to interfere there"

"Ahhh."

Is that the witch's answer that the past cannot be changed?

Garfiel's complexion, which was bloody, changes and his standing knee falls.

My mother's, even though I knew what it really felt like.

I left this place, does that mean my mother's fate will not change after that?

My mother stood 'sanctuary' for Garfield and Frederica in search of my father. But the journey will crumble as soon as it begins. With my mother's life.

- Didn't unsaveable memories just let you down to more unsaved results?

To despair, didn't memories that just painted despair just switch to memories that hope would be anointed with despair? Now, what do you want me to change?

"My mother loved me and my girlfriend."

Face up like it was bounced, Garfield looks to the front.

I looked down at myself kneeling, and that's what my younger sister said. Eyes, gazing at Garfield. A past that shouldn't be visible, that shouldn't be able to interfere, interferes.

"For the sake of my family, my mother left the 'sanctuary'. Are you dissatisfied with that?

"Bullshit, bullshit! Because they loved me, what the hell! I guess I just had extra memories hanging around. Me...!

"It was easier not to be loved."

A young Frederica discards Garfield as a little fool to argue with.

There are literally as many height differences as there are children and adults. Yet my sister doesn't even care about her back length or anything, and she hits me head-on with a face that even says she's a handy brother.

"If you think it's one-way love, you can justify yourself"

"No...... ugh!

"I love you, I love you... and if I think I did, I wouldn't be able to justify myself in the sanctuary for not jumping out there."

"No! No, no, no! You don't know anything... what happened to your mother!

"- You don't know, you won't"

To Garfield, who left it to his anger to try to scream, it struck him like he would be beaten.

Frederica in front of her eyes looks at herself so that she can enjoy her emotions by erasing her expression.

- What did my sister say now?

"You can't possibly not know. Assuming your mother went out of the sanctuary and was immediately unhappy with something… there's no way she hasn't heard that."

"So... then why...!?

"You also know that I can't possibly tell you that. Gurf, you're not a young child anymore."

Frederica knew what had happened to my mother.

And Garfiel knows why I couldn't tell young Garfiel that.

Who can tell a young boy about the brutal end of his mother, etc.

If we hadn't had a glimpse of the 'trials' at the cemetery, Garfiel would have remained unknown. That didn't happen because I stepped over a lot of compassion to keep me from doing so.

"You really would have remembered that your mother loved you"

…………

"So you tried to hurt yourself where your mother had spoken to you the last time you touched her, and you didn't"

of the forehead, touching a white scar.

This wound does not exist on my young forehead.

This wound came just after Garfield challenged the graveyard's 'trials'. Garfiel, in a state of confusion, struck himself on the wall, on the ground, just cracking his head open, hurting himself enough to suffer an indelible wound.

That scar was the scar. And that scratched sincerity must be exactly what Frederica said it was right now.

"It's over now."

Frederica groans.

If you realize it, the past world had already lost most of its shape.

The woods are already nowhere, no mother who walked away, no figure of a crown who was standing up. I didn't even see a witch watching over things, and only Garfield and Frederica's sister and brother were left in the world.

"Hiding it with a scratch won't make the past go away. And that you were loved, yes."

"Me... what should I do?

In a weak voice, Garfield asks Frederica.

"Mother's, if the end doesn't change, it remains scary for me. I'm afraid that you'll have to let me out in the world and Grandma and everyone else out."

"Can't you even give an answer to a little sister like this without relying on her?

"I know you're pathetic! But you're the only one I can count on. Hey, tell me... how did your sister get out..."

"What do you want to do, Garf?

Blocking the words, Frederica asks Garfield tilting her neck.

For a moment, Garfield was stuck in words. I'm not talking about what I want to do. I want to know what I should do and what I have to do.

"What do you want to do, Garf?

To his mumbling brother, his sister repeated the same inquiry with a seemingly powerless face.

So Garfield breathes.

"Do what you're asked."

"Whose, what do you want?

"Take me... and do what you're asked of those who need me."

"Why do you think that?

"Because they... reminded me"

My sister didn't say anything.

But my golden eyes were asking me that.

- That my mother loved me.

- The next moment, the world of dreams was shattered and scattered, and the past disappeared far away.

Garfiel's expression coming out of the cemetery looked Subaru as if the possession had fallen.

Arm up and wait for results for about an hour with a poor slack.

The Subaru, who waited while yawning, kept waiting with silence for results, without seeing each other or exchanging words.

"No way, what if I renege on my promise and they destroy the ruins"

And, was it meant to be a joke to soothe the place, or a scene where Otto, who instead made an unreadable statement of the air, eats a jump and kick at the ram, but the situation was largely quietly watched.

"... garboy"

Hands together with anxious faces, busily eyeing the graveyard is a merging crown.

The crown that is on this occasion right now is supposed to be θ, but no matter which crown it is, it doesn't change the feeling of caring for Garfiel.

About the three of us and the two of us slapping Garfiel, and the fact that Garfiel went inside the cemetery in a heartbeat. Because both stories should have shocked the minds of the crown less.

…………

It is also Emilia, next to Subaru, who looks at the cemetery in an uncomfortable way.

In her case, of course, she would be concerned about Garfiel's results, but sometimes her order turns after Garfiel comes out.

Arguments inside the cemetery and subsequent battles with Subaru and Garfiel.

After those two things, I don't know what kind of change of heart there was in her. However, the anxious looking expression darkens Garfield's worrying color, and there is no glimpse of him avoiding challenging himself to the 'trials'. That shouldn't be a bad sign.

"- Ah!"

Otto's voice, pointing to the graveyard, reaches Subaru's ear, who was thinking that way.

Subaru turns to his face, and the ram rises, sounding the bones of his fist, saying what happened to be an unreadable statement of air. But apparently it was this one early this time.

"Garboy!

A crown that rises and rushes out toward the cemetery.

Chasing her gaze, Subaru noticed a shadow appearing at the cemetery entrance.

Short blonde hair, white scar on forehead. Sharp eyelids, white dog teeth like blades.

A small body rounded to the cat's back and a vivid temper released in inverse proportions to it.

Garfield Tinsel.

"Look, just like I said... Bibi!

Otto rolls down the grass after a quick, lamb knee-kicking direct hit.

But the victimized otto thing isn't on the table, and it's Garfiel who's been finishing the 'trials' the Subaru guys rush over.

Up like a flying stone staircase, Subaru goes under Garfiel. I see the crown I've already reached standing in front of him, mumbling about what to say.

"But Garboy. That, Non..."

"You don't look good, Baba. Worried, sorry to call you."

"Garboy."

Blink and say, Garfiel does his hand to the head of the little crow.

I feel careless about the shape of stroking my grandmother's head, but it's a natural exchange from these two outfits. Most importantly, if the crown doesn't blame it, it would be impeccable extremes to point it out here.

"Garf. How was it?

Lamb, who came upstairs late to Subaru, speaks to Garfiel like that.

It was Ram who gave Garfiel the direct cut to challenge the 'trials'. Her expression, knowing all the way to the background situation, caught a glimpse of a rare color of anxiety in front of Subaru.

to that rum inquiry, Garfiel roared a little as he thought,

"Visible, what do you say - no results. I feel like this."

"It sounds like some kind of bragging junior high school statement, but that's what I mean... did you do it?

"- Separation. I'm going to put it on."

Subaru accordingly, Garfiel exhales deeply out of his nose.

All breathed in the words for only a moment, but soon another emotion ruled.

That means Garfield has settled for the past, going beyond the 'trials'.

It also meant a step forward towards the liberation of the 'sanctuary', proving that the 'trials' were not an impossibility that could never be overcome.

"Well, you. Keep up the momentum and the rest of the 'trials'..."

"Shh. I'll take it." Trial, "that's all. I'll do the rest. That's what I'll do. You're right."

"Yeah, yeah. After that, it's my job. If I take it, I can't."

Garfiel and Emilia deny Subaru's words in an attempt to get him on track.

Garfiel stares at Emilia, and Emilia takes that glance head-on.

"Witches are as evil as ever. At best, I'm aware of that."

"Is that it? Are you going to advise me? Thank you. I'll keep that in mind."

I guess it was meant to be an encouragement to be Garfiel and an irony. Emilia receives only the encouragement part of it and feels good through when it comes to irony.

As Subaru loosened his cheeks to Garfield on his shoulder-watermarked face, Garfield's gaze turned to Subaru this time.

In front of the frowning Subaru, Garfiel scratched her own cheek,

"Uh, and..."

"What's up? It doesn't suit the character, even if it's a mojo. You're the type whose status is dead, so let's play barbarian."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but you're making fun of me. I know what cancer is, Oi. Let him know... ah, no, that's good."

Garfiel shakes his arms up and lowers them without doing anything.

Subaru tilts his neck at Garfiel's attitude, which is suspicious of behavior or does not get a bad policy. Just smile like only Ram knows everything on the spot,

"Garf."

and lets try to poke a little around Garfiel's waist.

Garfiel exhaled at that ram's attack and shook his head as he had noticed.

"The 'trials' inside, they were crossed, probably, thanks to Mei Ye. Thank you."

"... you, did I thank you?

"I won't tell you twice. I just remembered what I wanted to remember. So it was worth it to get in... Shit!"

Shame grew while he was saying it, Garfiel blushed frustratingly and poked his finger at Subaru, who rounded his eyes.

"Ready? I did lose, and the results of the" trials "changed. Oh, my God! All of them, admit that they were right, fly a white flag, show them their bellies and surrender! I slapped him in the mouth and changed this' sanctuary 'and he said no! After that change, it's hard or painful for the people inside, and if that happens, I won't forgive you!

"Oh, oh... that, of course..."

Recruited by a tremendous sword screen, Subaru manages to speak out, albeit under barometric pressure.

There is no absolute coverage for Garfield's opinion. But I can only promise to try to make sure it gets better. That's all for sure, try to put it into words.

"So if you don't want to be bastards just by mouth, you can see it nearby. - Do it right," Admiral "!

――――

He slapped Subaru on the shoulder abusively, and Garfiel stared at this one and said so out.

Subaru reacts stunnedly to the unexpected way of calling him and his attitude.

In the meantime Garfiel just goes through the side of Subaru and takes the crown down the stone steps of the cemetery. As if, scared to be seen in the face.

"Now Garfield looked so red."

Emilia says with a laughing look that she could see her face on the verge of passing.

That she's going to say it that way means I'm not mistaken to hear that right now.

"The Admiral... the top of this group is Emilia, not me"

"It was Subaru and the others who killed Garfiel. They admitted it as a result of a collision between a man and a man, so Garfield's general is Subaru. Wow, Admiral."

Smiled with an innocent face, Subaru doesn't know what to do with Emilia.

Poking at the flank of Subaru with such a troubled face, Lamb shrugs his shoulders "beware".

"Nor did he know what to do because he was feeling high. Do whatever you want."

"I don't care. I'm weaker at all, but..."

"Aside from the strength of the fight, Balth is older, so take a big look at that. And the garf, yeah, because I see it and it's a child. Aren't you in the mood for a man brother?

"Wait a minute."

Lamb looking at the back of Garfield's head downstairs with a frightened face.

Some of the words she spoke caught on and Subaru makes a stop.

"What?"

"What did you just say?

"About where?

"Did Garfield say he was younger than me?

To Subaru's question, Ram nodded as if "oh,"

"I didn't know. Garf, you're younger than Balls."

"How many"

"Sure, fourteen this year"

"Juuuuuuuu!? What's fourteen... you, aren't you middle two?!?