Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

Opposite the witch looking at this one in the mirror, Emilia exhaled.

"The Witch of Greed" Echidna colored her whole body in white and black, just two colors.

Finding Echidna in the dream world that recreated her chambers, Emilia realizes that this is really where she was created out of her own head.

A gentle world that was peaceful, peaceful and where the days spent in the woods went on forever.

A world where Fortna, juice, arch, everyone in the woods could laugh at each other.

"But you don't have a world like that anywhere..."

"I suppose so. This is the tentative first world shaped by your memory and wishes. However, the world construction power of the art ceremony that presides over" trials "is beyond human intelligence. The people who live in this world would have actually breathed like this with one misplaced button."

The truth about the day the Elior Great Forest was frozen, which Emilia has just remembered.

If the damage was not done then and the forest could continue to enjoy the peace, could everyone laugh and celebrate the day today?

Fortna and Juice are burning in their eyes as they were lined up on a friendly table.

That was nothing more than the sight Emilia had hoped to see from the bottom of her heart when Emilia was the last of her childhood days and now that she has revived her memory.

"Didn't you want to sink into this world?

As I peek into Emilia's heart, Echidna throws a sweet temptation at me.

Echidna stares at Emilia raising her face with cold eyes, no different from her voice. She stroked her white hair like her own snow, flushing it down her back,

"My mother and her good man. Didn't you want me to stay like that forever, seeing you two happy? Would you have dreamed of spending the attitude of a friend who would be close to the residents living in the woods as if they were smiling?"

"... what are you trying to say"

"It's just a bluff, it's like. The fact that you found me means that you've already given an answer to this world's scenario. I also know that the answer is to choose reality over dreams, which is boring. If it's going to be a stream of results, I'm going to leave my fingernail marks in a whisper."

――――

"I choose the reality that they ended up unhappy over the happiness of my mother and the people I close to. In the end, the result of the trial is that you are a shallow woman who takes precedence over you."

A bitter echidna criticism pierces Emilia's chest as a sharp spear.

Even though the blade wasn't really protruded by the cleavage of words that illuminated the pain, Emilia accidentally stepped back with her hands on her chest.

To such Emilia's reaction, Echidna rattles her shapely nose.

"My consciousness seems to have sprung up. Above all. Besides," trials "don't even take into account the challenger's personality. If it is a qualified one, I accept it equally, whatever character breaker it may be, a chunk of selfishness and self-love. Don't worry. Your purpose will come true soon."

"Wow... where it hurts, you're poking me. Is that what it looks like to anyone?

"No way."

To the words of the distressed Emilia, Echidna shrugged her shoulders.

"There's only two more people in this world I treat maliciously."

"I'm not happy at all that I've been chosen by just three people around the world.... I don't remember talking to you as much as you hated me."

"You don't have to look so anxious. What I don't like about you has nothing to do with you being a half elf. I don't ask questions about my origins. I just don't like you, regardless of your blood or qualities.... No, can't you say that's right too"

――

Echidna leaning down with a face of discord later in the statement. Emilia shook her head small, frowning at the witch who seemed to think of something.

I can't go home and congratulate you as you're told.

Above all, there were many parts of Echidna's words that had to be denied. Not for Emilia herself, but for the honor of everyone in the woods.

"I don't think you can help but hate me. I know exactly how hard it is for everyone to like me. I can't believe I hate you, because I've been told a lot."

"Even more so, I wish I could have stood up and stuck it in the woods."

"That's not how it works. I thought you said" trial "earlier. I'll melt the ice in the woods and rescue everyone. And I'll tell you what makes the world a walkable place, with my chest up."

"Easy to walk, that's a lot of bold lies to say. There is still a great sense of discrimination between races, and people's minds do not readily accept beings different from themselves. That's why a place called 'Sanctuary' and so on has yet to lose its function. In the world, the number of victims of your mistakes continues to grow. Didn't you?"

"... no"

To Echidona's harsh words, Emilia is about to look down.

Emilia's thin body still remembers the days that Pac and I spent in the woods together. I still have the time when the neighboring villages frightened me and hit me with no less malice and curse.

From Echidna's relentless attitude, Emilia remembers those days. Even if I try not to remember, the wound keeps claiming pain without ever healing from the sore lid.

"But I'm trying to be different"

――――

Conscious of the pain in that wound, Emilia argued against Echidna in a strong tone.

As she watches Echidna narrow her eyes, Emilia bites her lips and puts force into her eyes.

"Sometimes being different makes a hard mistake. High or low numbers can also sometimes be a major cause of separating the victim from the perpetrator"

"Even if you look at history, it's been repeated. People can't accept different things. And a large number is a difference in power. Much persecutes a little. What are you going to do when you understand the stewardship and you're smart about one thing? Gather a little, and you will give birth to a paradise for the weak? Isn't that the essence of a place called the Sanctuary?"

"That's also... I think it's one option. But I want to choose a different path. Even if it can't change what was the victim or the perpetrator, the future won't be the same, will it?

The future, the moment the word came out of Emilia's mouth, Echidna's expression froze.

It seemed to Emilia that it was as if Echidna's anger that 'Emilia doesn't want you to talk about it only'. But still, Emilia goes on.

"I'm sure I'll do all sorts of things as I move on to the king's race. Malice and cursing may also bathe you more than before. But I want to keep telling you not to stop. What shouldn't you be doing differently from yourself and the other person? I'm not so scared that the people next door are different from me."

"I hope you won't let me say it again and again, but that's cooking. People cannot accept the difference between others and themselves. In essence, creatures want others to be just like themselves. I like the same thing, I love the same thing, I hate the same thing, I hate the same thing - I feel safe about being there, I love being able to understand. Your claim is bounced. as a delusion of the weak."

"That's not just a thought stop! I don't look good!

"Bad outfit...?

I open my eyes to Emilia's words that raise my voice with the face of Echidna being hit unexpectedly.

And in response to Echidna, Emilia said, "Yes!" and stretched his own chest.

"I'm not dressed like that. The neighbor is not like himself, so I don't like it... he's not a child. I can't wait to get my ears blocked for that reason. If you don't know, I'll tell you as many times as I can. I don't like to think about it. It's easier to think about it a little bit to shut me up about saying the same thing over and over than to scream."

"What a self esteem. What self-deception. Do you jump off opinions that others don't want to hear in order to push your opinions"

"I won't jump. It depends on the person who puts the hand on his ear. - I'm just confident in who that person is or who I am."

With her hands on her hips, Emilia expresses to Echidna that she will not bend her will.

Echidna, hearing it, looked like she had chewed up a bitter bug and distracted herself from Emilia. And

"Whatever your claim, I'm pretty sure the world hasn't changed yet. People living in the woods, in the ice - assuming they had their lives, taking them out into the melted world, the world is not ready to welcome them. You're just trying to throw people out in the rough waves who've been nice to you. For your own, hypocritical thoughts."

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"I want to free my people as soon as possible. But if we liberate them, our companions will be tormented by the wall of rejection of the world. Living is suffering, dying is suffering. What are you going to do with such a world? How do you change. How do you change?

It's a real inquiry from Echidna to Emilia.

Past and Impossible Now, by two "trials," Echidna confirmed Emilia's readiness. On top of that, Echidna, in words, asks where Emilia is ready.

Look ahead through your will.

Get on the road to the future you drew.

Specific grounds for what to build that path on.

Emilia nodded and said to the inquiry.

"I'll think about that after the Trial!

"- What?"

"Too much consciousness about the later things, and neglecting underfoot is the end of the line. Me, I don't know what to say to myself, but it's a blur. There's a wall I need to cross in front of me, but if I try to do something further, I think it's gonna fall in the hole in front of the wall."

After talking about "trials" and Subaru, Emilia intends to remember to look at herself correctly and objectively.

I also intend to give myself an unobtrusive assessment of my current self assessment.

I am not clever enough to be tackled by many things on my own.

Get the best of what's in front of you and work hard to see if you can get results for the first time.

There is hope for the future, there is prospect.

Decide to go there first, and take the first step to go there.

What should be carved here is the first step in that.

"… I still remember why I had no reason to argue with you. What I did was really stupid."

"I know you're smart, but I think that's a bad way to seal up their opinions."

"Are you going to have an exchange of views? You just lined up the beauty of my problem. [M] I forgot. That you are a helpless child, a weak woman who can't stand alone and depend on you."

"Right... I think I'm a weak kid"

Eyes bowed to the harsh narrative, and Emilia shook her head small.

But soon he looked up, and Emilia, staring back at Echidna, went on to say, "But,"

"Weak is that bad?

"... what?

"I'm sure if someone told me something important, I'd say this. Weakness is not a bad thing. Trying to stay weak is not a good thing."

Draw on the back of your brain, a boy with dark hair with bad eyes.

I mourn powerlessness, but I run to be more wounded than anyone else because I'm kind to my heart, dear boy.

That's what I'm sure that guy who helps everyone but still stands in the hardest spot answers.

It's reopening.

"Yeah. Me, it was too late to reopen"

To Emilia, who even smiles, Echidna realized that this time it was not debatable.

Echidna doesn't have the help to get past the positive and stop the forward Emilia.

Not to mention any more interference even involves her own insistence as a 'witch'.

"... you should enjoy the rest of the 'trials' at best. If that's done, the harder reality awaits you than The Trial. So you'll understand how difficult it is to keep the beauty in line."

"Thanks for taking the time. Really, I'll remember your words. And..."

Probably about to disappear in the mirror.

Seeing the statue of Echidona in the mirror begin to blur, Emilia continued her words. Echidna frowns in a world separated by mirrors. Emilia on its tannic surface,

"Thank you for showing me this world"

――――

"This could have been an unlikely world, because it must have been the one I wanted to see. I didn't think there would be a day when I could see my mother and my... juice father laughing in line like that. So, thanks."

There is a painful feeling that it was such an affirmation that it was an unfulfilled world.

But even if Emilia was an unlikely world, she saw what was supposed to happen.

What was there was definite happiness and I'm sure love, happy and sad enough for it to tremble.

I can tell you from the bottom of my heart how glad I am to meet this sight.

"... you are"

Thanksgiving words I conveyed with that in mind - when I heard that, Echidna changed her expression.

An earlier face like I saw something unpleasant, an attitude when I spoke like I was indulging in dissatisfaction, an attitude of contempt that looked down on Emilia's deeds, several expressions I had ever shown - all of which were different expressions.

- Echidna was just looking at Emilia with a crying face.

"Echidna......?

"You, hate. - I just hate you."

Not responding to the call, Echidna, looking down, answered that with a squeezing voice.

The statue in the mirror is distorted as it is, and the figure of the gray-haired witch disappears from the mirror between blinks. Instead in the mirror is one girl with long silver hair stretched out -,

"- Huh!"

As rejection pierced her chest, Emilia took her gaze off the mirror.

Higher beats and faintly rough breaths.

I should have made up my mind, but I'm horrified that I'm in the mirror in front of you.

――――

Emilia was trapped in the ice with the Great Forest of Elior and rescued at the hands of the pack after a hundred years of months. - She has never seen herself grow up in a mirror.

The reason is simple. It was just horrible.

Having spent a hundred years sleeping, a girl named Emilia grew up as a woman with her mind still young and her body alone.

When consciousness returned and she first realized that her body could not be manipulated well, Emilia spent many nights crying under the illusion that her body was not her own.

It was the reaction of the people living in the nearby villages who applauded her trauma like that.

The people of the village feared Emilia, who had the same physical characteristics as the 'Witch of Jealousy', like a demon. Even if Emilia realizes she's not harming you, it doesn't change her attitude to keep you away.

If Emilia finally finds out she won't do anything, what she's been waiting for is days of cursing and malicious persecution. In it Emilia was engraved into the unconscious part, at least, that they abhorred themselves because their appearance was the same as that of the 'witch'.

It should have been right from then on that I started to reject mirrors and act like I didn't see myself hated around me.

The pack, which noticed Emilia's heart trauma, eliminated from one end what Emilia's figure was likely to show. So much so that even when drawing water from the water field, he kept calling Emilia and keeping her consciousness from turning to the water.

- I guess the contents of the Pack's acceptance of Emilia's daily taste, contained in the text of the contract with the Pack, were in fact meant to protect Emilia like that.

In order to protect his beloved daughter, who couldn't see the mirror, Pack covered up the trauma by calling it a contract.

"... I really wonder how many people protected me."

I wonder how many thoughts I don't realize and how rotten I've become all by myself.

The time I was not aware of what I was getting, that's why I'm done.

"- Eh."

Breathe in, stop.

And Emilia looked up, herself staring into the mirror with a great deal of determination.

The girl in the mirror is a purple blue eyed girl with long stretched silver hair.

It's like a face that marks the end of the world, staring at me and staring at me.

"- What?"

The clapping voice leaked.

I'm in the mirror, I see myself growing up big, and Emilia spills like a sigh.

"I'm sorry I don't look more like Mother Fortna than I thought..."

Shortly after he squealed like a obstinate, he made a noise and the world shattered and scattered.

A world of dreams that is happy, doesn't want to let go, but has to break up, ends -.

"- Huh."

Having regained consciousness, Emilia realizes that she had fallen asleep leaving her half on the wall.

I sat sideways with my hips down on the floor, relying on the remaining walls of Subaru's engraved message. I stroked my hair with my hand that seemed disturbed and painted myself the last time I saw it behind my eyelids.

Is that what you look like when a lot of people are afraid of you as a 'witch' and you say you're 'cute' or 'like' every time Subaru happens?

Emilia, who lacks understanding about beauty and ugliness, doesn't know which is the right perception.

However, Mother Fortona is the most beautiful and admirable symbol of Emilia. So I don't think bad eye sight is a bad thing, and I don't actually hate Subaru's bad eye sight.

"Back early, not if you're thinking weird."

Put your hand on your cheek, Emilia stops at her thoughts.

Whatever it takes, it's too thorough. I wonder how floating it is to be able to come back safely after the 'trials' and see Subaru's handwritten message.

"But... the second 'trial' is now over, right?

Mumbling to no one, Standing up Emilia turns her thoughts on success or failure.

Because of Echidna's attitude at goodbye, the 'trials' will probably be over. Unlike the first 'trial', I don't have a definite feeling in me that I've gotten over it.

Still, I am certain that I have been stripped of my mind that I am about to be imprisoned and returned.

――――

Fortna and juice. Reminds me of the rapprochement between the two, my chest hurts.

But pushing that pitiful sentiment, Emilia turned her back during the 'trials'.

If there is a third 'trial', we need to get in and out as well as the second 'trial'.

Attack as far as the third 'Trial' as you can with this momentum and free the 'Sanctuary'.

For Subaru's sake, for Ram's wish, and to execute the cut by Emilia herself against Roswar, it was the ability to act that was required.

- It's already dark.

Through the passage of the dark ruins, echoing the footsteps on the cobblestones, Emilia narrows her eyes, realizing the weakness of the light inserting from the entrance and exit of the cemetery.

Is the moonlight blocked by clouds, or is the light as pale as it was thin and bright?

In the 'sanctuary', where most light sources are dropped at night, only the natural light pouring out of the sky was the only guide to tearing the darkness apart at night.

"-"

Emilia was walking with that in mind.

So the moment I left the cemetery, I accidentally stuck my throat in the many consciousnesses that let me bathe in that skinny.

"Oh, you're here!

When someone speaks up, the periphery is contagious as soon as possible.

In front of Barrow Emilia, the temper spread at once, and the consciousness of too many people who were on the spot focused on Emilia alone.

- It was the figure of the inhabitants living in the 'sanctuary'.

People living in the 'sanctuary', other than garfiels and crows.

Emilia hasn't had any more contact with them in her previous days than she needs to. Sometimes that was not enough room for Emilia's mental state, or the fact that she did not actively attempt to come into contact with Emilia from them can be cited as a reason.

As always, Emilia has a certain kind of giving up view in the gaze that is directed from around her.

And the residents had the suspicion that they had to figure out Emilia's aversion to her identity, but also her expectations of her role in liberating the 'sanctuary' and, above all, whether she deserved to be the one standing before them.

So Emilia didn't think it was possible for them to make a big deal out of this and show themselves until she had the result of liberating the 'sanctuary'.

Emilia herself did not suspect that the dialogue with them would be the first of its kind to be established, after bringing with her the fruit of results.

How is that, and now this is how they are gathered together?

That, too, is the gaze directed against Emilia - there, not disgust, but strengthen your expectations.

"It was a mean story."

In front of the bewildered Emilia, one girl advances from among the inhabitants.

The person with long stretches of thin red hair is a crown.

Being a representative of the village, she comes forward to lead the inhabitants and laughs at Emilia.

"All the people who were here, they were stepping on their feet. What answers will Emilia give to the" Trial, "and... after the" Sanctuary "was liberated, some things bothered the way we shake ourselves."

"... I don't think that's a choice. But how does that connect to the story of being mean?

"What, it's a simple story. To everyone in" The Sanctuary, "about the fight between Garbo and Sioux Boy and Emilia and Roz Boy... well, it's not all the other occasions. Tell me more about it…"

"Ha, I talked to you!?

Emilia blushes her cheeks as she watches the crown scratch her cheeks as she can't tell.

The collision between Subaru and Garfield's will is fine, but what happened afterwards between myself and Roswar was also a push for immature opinions.

Although I cut it off that whoever asks me isn't ashamed, it's also embarrassing to be told later that someone was actually listening to it.

"But even if I told you I made you listen... Mr. Lewes, where were you listening?

"Uhm, that's not it... Noon looks like this, with a hell of a lot of ears. In this" sanctuary, "you can barely hide it."

"It is.... wow"

As for Ryuse's eavesdropping declaration, Emilia will be impressed before she gets angry.

Unaware of the appearance of the young lady's old woman's tongue, Emilia nods to see why a large crowd is gathering on this occasion.

and to such Emilia,

"Oh, Emilia."

"Yes, sir"

"It's not like you're in a pageant."

One of the inhabitants of the settlement - more than living in the 'sanctuary', the person would also be half with the subpeople.

A man with slightly longer canine teeth and thin pupil eyes. Men his age or slightly older than Roswar advanced in front of Emilia in a tense manner somewhere.

"Me... no, we're... we're still, honestly, over-deciding"

――――

"Can I trust you, or what does it mean to know the outside of the 'sanctuary'? To be clear, I'm afraid of things I don't know about outside. We have all been born and lived in this. I don't know anything outside."

That's the way the place is called the 'Sanctuary', Garfield also claimed.

The neck tree of the junction, which lasts for four hundred years, forces generations of indigenous people to live inside. If it weren't for the means to get outside, I might not have had to be aware of that.

But the means to get out is in front of everyone in a way they know, and for them, at Emilia's hands, with no edge or itch, they are about to be solved.

There can't be anything uneasy or disgusting about that. Not to mention, it would be rare to be able to swing a major player out into the outside world.

Emilia was frightened inside, that Garfield's concern might be the generality of the 'sanctuary'.

And that's a fact, trying to prove it in the words of the man in front of you.

"Even if I can take care of Master Roswar outside, then what's different from here... clearly, I'm more anxious than I expected. I fear change."

"... yeah"

"But"

Emilia draws her jaw and almost lays her eyes on his claims. The man's successive words caught the move.

The man stretches his body upright and continues with a tense face.

"Everyone heard Garfield's voice."

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"I don't know what that hard-working guy thought or how he felt...... I know. And the brunette brother to that hard-working man, and the subsequent interaction with Roswar and Emilia."

The man kept his back stretched and his face crooked.

I'm going to regret it, and Emilia gets her chest stuck in his crying expression.

"Pity, to be honest, I thought. I was so worried about my fourteen children that my twenty year old barked at me like that...... and I also heard Emilia who didn't bend when she told me she couldn't do it to Roswar. So, Emilia."

"- Yes."

"Whatever the outcome, and whatever happens afterwards, I think your attitude in challenging the 'trials' is amazing. Worthy of respect. Not everyone shares that feeling, and I haven't been able to recognize you yet. So let me show you."

I don't have to say anything.

With a strong willed gaze, Emilia looked behind the man - the inhabitants nodding at his attitude that he represented - and pulled his jaw.

"Okay. I'm sure you'll be all right... because I'll have you talking, listening"

"Yes. I promise. I can't believe we don't even deal with each other, it's just the weather... nothing else, it wasn't something we could do. - Wow!

A man dropping his shoulders. The crown suddenly clasped his hips from behind.

The jumping man looks back to protest, but the crown laughs at it with his nose.

"Long and serious, you are. Besides, I went back to" me "instead of" me "along the way. I'm used to imitating it."

"... su, sorry"

"Whatever, Non's opinion is as it stands now. Sorry to bother you."

With a smiling routine exchange, the crown lowers the man who might.

Emilia breathed deeply into the way it looked, swelling her chest to oxygen and anything else.

The measure of the crown and the 'sanctuary' people who came to see Emilia.

That's all, how comforting it is now.

"Thank you, Mr. Lewes. I think I can do my best with this."

"Shall I turn it back? Good, then. … Next, it's not supposed to be the last" trial. "

"Yeah, yeah. - I'm going to try right away."

Keep the power you get, Emilia looks back to face the graveyard.

but as I rethought along the way, I stopped and just pointed my neck at the crown,

"Oh, and... Speaking of which, Mr. Lewes, haven't you seen the ram? I want to tell her that the second" trial "is over."

"... Lamb says he's a little helpful here. Only if I wish Emilia good luck." Master Emilia's, Emilia's, Ram's. Let's do that, 'he said. "

In a rum-like way, Emilia is going to laugh bitterly even if she knows it's a message.

The role of the ram - where it is and with whom it plays.

There is a faint blurring in her chest, but Emilia holds it in consciously.

Ram believed in Emilia. So Emilia also believes in rum.

That's how Emilia wants to build the path that leads to them, just as Subaru and the others have made the way.

"I'll go."

A crown nods at Emilia's words, and the whining of the residents pushes their backs.

More than the first time, more than the second time, with even stronger determination, Emilia stepped inside the graveyard.

And -,

"Face the eventual disaster."

The last "Trial" is coming...

Behind his chest, Ram felt his heart beat faintly faster.

I've never been exposed to so much hostility from anyone in front of me.

To be in touch with him, to exchange words with him, to be commanded to do something to him.

For Ram they were all supreme happiness, meaning to live.

Therefore, I am even glad that I have a maiden exaltation to be turned against hostile consciousness.

"... oh, my God, it's something I could put my face on here."

Front, a long-sleeved man staring at the lamb squeaks so.

A trembling beauty runs a sweet paralysis in the brain marrow.

Just getting a different color gaze is going to crush me from the waist down to now.

Of course, I won't show you such a weak woman scene.

Because such a woman can only be truncated if she can't even use it as a limb.

"Oh, so, what are you doing here?

"- It's easy."

Answer the inquiry with no expression and quiet as usual.

Shaking his peachy hair, Ram pulled his wand out from under the hem of his own skirt, toward the sturdy in front of him - toward his beloved master, poking his tip,

"From the witch's paranoia, I went to take you away"

I made a confession to burn a thinker swallowed by mad love with my own love.