Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

- In the shelter, a depressing silence had fallen.

A slight sobbing breath and the sound of someone slamming the floor with their fingers at you calmly.

Listening to them sounding uncomfortable when done in a quiet space, the girl with her knees was savoring the feel of the cold walls on her back.

She's a little girl with golden hair.

jaw on his little white knee, and the squatting girl gently holds the weight right next to him.

Leaning against the girl's left shoulder, with her head between her knees and her chest, is still a young boy - the girl's brother. It's what I was crying for scattered, but now I'm tired of crying and falling asleep.

Wet traces of tears lingered on her cheeks, and the weeping squirrel turned bright red. I'd softly stroke even one of my heads, but given that doing so would wake my brother up, the girl hesitated to act on it.

I'm sure if you can stay asleep, you'd better stay asleep now.

Listening to my peaceful brother's sleep, I hope he is at least at rest in his dreams alone. Because I think the reality outside my dreams is too harsh for my still young brother.

And that was the same thing for a young sister who thinks of her brother.

- The big water gate in the city of Pristella, a few hours after the proclamation that its control hitch was taken.

On the morning of the broadcast, the girl who was out with her brother heard it in the city square. Malicious cursing rumors that slip through your ears to suspicious content. Guided by her parents to an unacceptable proclamation, the girl withdrew her anxious brother's hand and fled to the shelter with the surrounding adults.

- Run into the shelter when something unforeseen happens.

That's how to deal with the emergency that was continually said on the regular broadcast from the city hall every morning.

To be honest, the morning broadcast was a girl I didn't remember listening to seriously except for the song of the singing princess, but the attention I still had in my ear enough to remember it properly.

However, the girls as well as the adults around them did not seem to have a clear answer in terms of what they would do after fleeing into the shelter.

- Witchcraft. Control hitch. big water gate. Requirements.

A nasty woman's whisper curses as she scratches the hearts of anxiety-frightened people.

A number of disturbing words, misguided by unheard gossip, were all powerful enough to tangle the hearts of girls and adults with fear.

We're trapped in a dark shelter, and we don't even know the clear situation outside. If you spend time without seeing any signs of improvement, it is only natural that the anxiety of recruiting will bring your neck.

At first, the tone of the voices that were encouraging each other weakens, and gradually they begin to feel anxious and irritated in silence. The more you notice it and the more you know about it, the more things that expose your displeasure, the more contagious the atmosphere and the no-go dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction becomes the thorn of your gaze and attitude.

If that happens, it won't stop later.

Staring at each other, cursing each other. Worst case scenario, I get my hands on it and it becomes a combination.

The air spread in this shelter, too, to exactly the point of a one-touch immediacy.

"Uh-huh."

The girl's sobbing brother shattered the noisy air on the verge of seeing blood at stake.

To the extent that he didn't shake off his short blonde hair and brutally shake off the crying and screaming children, he also retained his adult hold and good sense in the boiling adults.

That's pretty good, the crying of a child has power.

My brother's crying, which I usually thought was just nasty. Sometimes that helps, the girl hugged her brother from behind, who stopped arguing, and cried just a little.

I don't know, there's been any rash in this shelter.

But that, too, everyone knew was the provisional first peace to be formed over a dangerous equilibrium.

Next time, it will never stop with a child's crying.

Because we know that, the people of refuge, who are supposed to be destined communities, distance themselves from each other and strive to preserve a relationship that does not even reach sight or breath in words.

Reject anything in the outside world to avoid entering the consciousness of others. Nobody knows what will distract others, buy them anger, pull the trigger.

So for your own sake, for your opponent's sake, get smaller, kill your breath, and keep waiting with your serious face for time to pass. If you wait, something will change, give yourself up to such a grumpy hope.

"-"

Two, the girl raised her face as she raised her sweeping voice.

A slight change in the air caught on to the feeling of quietly waiting for a change.

It reacts to the same thing as the girl, and the heads of the people around it move slightly for the first time in hours. A slight tremor of air - a precursor to the broadcast - that everyone in this city has ever felt.

In a world of silence, you can hear the sound of exhalation ripping through your ears. I could feel the foretaste of that broadcast, which was now abominable.

The change I wanted is only a turnaround. But the broadcast only tells of witchcraft's ill intentions.

What kind of impossible challenge does that tall voice push you next?

But the pessimistic anticipation of such a girl fell off.

"- Uh, yeah, now you can hear everyone properly? Mike Test Mike Test, One to One Two '

I heard it because it was a blurry boy's voice somewhere.

Hit and change with the broadcast until then, the voice of a confident boy. It's not even the voice of the great man I'm used to hearing every morning. I've never even heard of it, it's a young voice.

The girl who rounds her eyes. The surrounding adults also look at each other to see what is going on.

That kind of emotion doesn't get across the magic machine. The boy put in a voice for confirmation several times afterwards, gaining the certainty that he was able to broadcast before coughing. And

'It sounds like I'm hearing you and it helps. So, first of all, I'm sorry to air like this all of a sudden. I think I surprised you. No matter what they say this time, there must be a lot of people who were anxious. But I want you to feel safe. I'm on this broadcast right now. I'm not a witch person. Be the first to know that.'

"... not witchcraft, eh?

The loudness of the boy's voice whispers up and down into an unfamiliar magic device.

However, the surprise at the content of the appeal prevails and nothing mentions it. I look up over my voicey head and the look on the faces of people who have always had dark faces changes. It is a change that may have sprouted, one that we expect from hope.

Someone shrugged.

"So... thank God, huh?

Everyone in the shelter arrived at the expectations that the word meant.

That's right, isn't it? The use of magic devices by someone other than witchcraft means nothing more than that someone has recaptured the city hall. If anyone has driven witchcraft away from the city hall, or from control or the city, witchcraft...

"Get those witches out of here...!

'Then I'm sorry to make you expect, but the threat of the witchcraft guys isn't gone yet. I could take the city hall back, but they're still in control. The danger of the city sinking into the water, and their demands for it, are still alive. And you know it.'

――――

But such a stirring hope is lightly shattered by the broadcasting boy himself, who is nothing else.

The boy's narrative was as if he had read the hearts and minds of those in the shelter. Isn't it a ruthless thing to do, such as picking a budding hope immediately?

Someone's hips fall as he stuck his expectations in his eyes and inadvertently stood up.

No one can blame someone for weakness when they are told that the signs of liberation from anxiety were false. Rather, the spearhead of anger is only directed at this broadcast boy.

I'm sorry.

But the boy even prefaced the emotions of such an eight-win crowd.

"Where is everybody listening to this broadcast right now? I think some of the people in the shelter and some of them haven't been able to escape into the shelter after a while. We should all be full of anxiety. I also know what it's like to be scared and want to hold my knee. 'Cause I think you think you think I am, imitating everyone's expectations in a weird way'

――――

I'm nothing. He's nagging everyone, he's swinging by the situation, he's about to be unreasonably crushed, and he's freaking out and his legs are shaking. That's about the guy. This is how I call on everyone on the air, and there's one stuffy, and I'm taking on that. I still think the load beats me too much. If it's true, there are other people who deserve to talk to everyone like this. I'm sure he is. '

The voice of the boy, who speaks for the hearts of the inhabitants sinking in fear and fright, as he understood it, is trembling.

What goes on to be told was the weak authenticity of a boy who doubts his own worth.

Including the girl, the attitude of the audience passes through suspicion and dismay, only suspicion.

Everyone wants hope now. But how can a boy like this stand in front of a magic machine?

That's what the boy himself who broadcasts it says, that there must be someone else who deserves it.

And yet, how could he?

'But now, this is how I talk. People who are even more amazing and great than me are telling me that I should. That makes sense. Did my voice tremble? Standing in public isn't my character. I can't say anything splendid, and I don't even have the charisma to pull everyone off. I'm weak, I can't help it, I'm so big, I still can't help but want to escape...'

The tone of the voice is going to gradually fall and the mind on the side you are listening to is going to be dragged into the nagging.

Her anxious, shrunken chest twitches and her stomach tightens in her weak, swollen voice. I want to block my mouth if there's a boy with this voice at a place that can reach me, at a distance that I can reach.

"Sister..."

Soon, my sleeping brother woke up.

The girl hugs her brother in the voice calling her sister and pushes hard not to be swallowed by the weakness that will crush her so that this weak voice does not sneak into her ear.

Instead of protecting his brother in that way, his voice rocks the girl's tympanic membrane and makes it a path of weakness.

The boy's voice continued.

"I don't know what I can do, I blocked my ears, held my head, and what a serious wish for other efforts if you would solve it all while I was squatting..."

"-Hey."

I glanced and the girl shook her head reluctantly to reject disappointment and grief.

I know. I know even if they don't tell me.

The boy's words are nothing more than representations of those in shelter, of all those frightened by the threat of witchcraft in this city, who have seen through their hearts.

That's the weakness of nesting in a girl.

It's a weakness rooted deep in the minds of the adults.

Still annoying my little brother's spirit, an intolerable fear.

Though I'm sure that's something no one can do.

That's why I can't believe I'm looking straight at that impenetrable reality...

'- I still can't get away with it, so I fight. That's all I am. "

When I ran out of that, the boy's voice did remain trembling.

"... huh?

I wonder if I heard wrong, the girl opens her eyes that were blocked and looks up over her head.

There is no voice lord there. He just looked equally distracted around him.

One beat, I had time to pick a word and get my voice in order.

And

'Again, let me hear it. Who's listening to this voice, where are they now? Can you escape into the shelter? Are you hiding in your own house? Why don't you just tremble on your own? Can you stay with someone? Is that someone you care about with? Even the faces you don't know, are they as good as the faces you've seen in the last few hours?

――――

'It's a discretionary story, and it can be difficult, but please, don't be alone. When I'm alone, I just get boring thoughts. A rule of thumb. I get it. So don't be alone. Stay with someone. And -'

breath, and slightly the voice put hesitation on her tongue,

"And if you can, look at the face of someone you're with."

――――

As the words led her, the girl loosened her gaze and dropped into her arms.

My brother was looking up at himself. Shaking unreliably, Cui's eyes and eyes met.

"Whose face have you just seen? A loved one, or someone you don't know who spent the last few hours with. It's possible we're friends.... Probably, you look like a hippo. I don't think he has a crying face, a spicy face, or a smiling face. No, someone could have made a healthy laugh so as not to worry you for a second. If you're here, that's a great guy. If someone dear is laughing that way, you can be proud. After thinking so, I hope you compare me to the smile I know '

My brother's face is a crying face.

Shit, that face is about to start crying again.

The self in his brother's eyes was a vain face as if he had lost his expression.

- Can you forgive me?

"... no,"

A small, fine voice fell out of the girl's mouth.

It's a weakly plundered, voiced voice that can't even be heard clearly by itself.

Yet,

'I can't forgive you. I don't want to forgive you.'

The boy's voice that followed sounded as powerful as if he had heard it.

'I have a loved one, too. I have important company. I can't forgive those who make those loved ones look hard or sad. I don't want you to make me smile. I'm not kidding. Don't be silly. I know this girl's smile is really cuter. Say it out loud.'

"Oh, sister..."

'I can't let you lose. You can't dress like a throw-out. I can't let him get away with it. Those are the ones who are wrong. You know what's right, even if you don't have enough power to do the right thing to get rid of the wrong guys. I can't stand losing to the wrong guys when I know I'm on the right side. I don't want to at least admit to losing to those guys.'

"Fredo......"

Gently hold your weakly calling yourselves brother, forehead to forehead.

I have a fever to transmit. I have hot, hot, living fever.

I don't know if it belongs to my brother or my own, but the fever is there.

'I want to run, but I can't. I want to cry, but I can't cry. The enemy sucks, but I don't want to lose. So fight. I know it's all weak, I'm retarded, but I'm gonna fight you. Those guys are wrong. Those guys who make me look like I'm gonna cry are wrong. So fight. I fight. - I want everyone to fight, too.

"-"

I can't breathe. My throat is clogged, my weakness is incompetent.

Because the tremor in my voice just now disappears and I hear a boy showing the way forcefully.

I know how you feel. The meaning of the boy's words also comes through painfully.

The girl's true intentions are with those of the boy. I want to fight. That's what I want to do if I can get rid of the bad guys who attack the city. But neither myself nor my brother is small, young, and out of reach.

Helpless, ignorant, weak, weak, so...

'Don't get me wrong. When I say I want you to fight, I'm not talking about hitting him with a stick for anything. Instead, avoid such recklessness. I'm not talking about forming a party and wanting your witchcraft opponent to fight with blood eyes. All I'm asking you to do is fight what you want, and I want you not to look down.

"Look down, don't look..."

'Underfoot, staring at me doesn't change anything. I don't see a hole in my gaze, assuming it does, it doesn't lead to a cracking solution... so face up, face forward.'

Raise your gaze. I can see shelter, not my own knee kid, not my brother's blonde hair.

If I realized it, I could see that the people around me were looking up, just like the girl.

The eyes meet each other and open their eyes as if surprised.

Everyone was unconsciously following the boy's voice and looking up just like the girl.

'I looked around and I'm sure I'd have eyes for someone. That's the same anxiety or someone who has the same desire to escape... but also the same, someone who has the same desire not to lose. Someone important to be with, and that's how now, someone with eyes. Put yourself in there, too, that's all the three of us. There's got to be a lot more people in the place. "

As the boy said, his gaze exchanged with many people who could see his face.

The brilliance that resides in those eyes is complex, and I'm sure that must be the same for the girl herself. But at some point, it didn't seem like it was just trembling with fear.

'I'm glad you realize that you're not alone. You're not alone, that's all you can do, right? I don't want to see the sad face of someone important. I don't want someone with eyes for me to see me look bad. There's no way I'm the only one with such a thin, weak intent, is there?

――――

The voice that appeals, the voice that calls, seeks to inspire people's courage.

Yet it sounded to the girl that the boy himself was asking for help.

That way, I realize it like it is now.

The boy's mind hasn't changed once since the moment this broadcast started.

I haven't given up on my weak self, my missing self, with remorse and resentment.

I tell myself that's the only weapon, and I tell everyone that it's supposed to be all together.

'Let me believe you. I'm weak and I can't help it, but I can't give up yet. I'm not the only weak person who hasn't given up... make me believe that.'

A cowardly voice. It's a despicable call.

This voice is nothing else. Under these circumstances, where everyone is asking for help, there is no shyness before anyone else, because they are shouting out loud, 'Support yourself' -.

'Or is it just me?

Your voice loses confidence. No. From the beginning, I wasn't sure about the boy's voice.

The feeling of impatience builds up. Pull it off. You don't have to know what to scream about.

"... we, uhh"

A mosquito-like, shapeless, weak voice spilled out of his throat.

I can't reach it with that voice. Bigger, I have to answer.

Scared to be alone, to this weak voice...

'When you can still do it... when you can still fight, am I the only one who thinks so?

"- No!"

He opened his mouth and the girl was screaming like a bark.

A voice echoing in the shelter. That's not just for one girl.

The girl and someone else who looked up in the same way were raising their voice.

It was a voice to grief, to weakness, to fear, to resist.

If the boy's thoughts are there, he must be put on a proper ride.

Calculate, even if it were. If the shaking of that weak voice, the unreliable reprimand, the pathetic encouragement, the disgusting trust, can be called a lying act.

If it was such a clever fan, I couldn't help but be put on it.

But if this is the true meaning of the clumsy weak, what can one do?

'You're not, are you?

"No!"

They're still fighting, aren't they? You're not easily swallowed by weakness, are you?

"I can't lose...... I don't want to lose!

The back of my chest is hot. The roots of my teeth are trembling and boiling in a passion different from anger.

The emotion is not just for the girl. It's a fiery, burning passion that swallows everyone's stuff around us as well.

Only in the past, everyone's mind, where anxiety was united, is united by a higher calorie emotion that is different from it.

'If it's important for you to be beside me, hold that hand and believe me. If you don't know who's next door to each other, give me a snort to work with you. He said he could fight without losing or breaking. If everyone will stay unbroken, I won't give up either and fight. Fight - Fight, let them win'

――――

It's a shelter away from the city hall.

No matter how much you raise your voice here, no matter how much you scream the same feeling, it won't reach the boy.

Still, the boy's voice appeased and received as the girls' voices were heard, saying out with the high emotions in the tremors of his voice.

- Fight, let them win.

I wonder if I can, and I don't doubt that.

You must be able to believe that.

As the boy's voice believes that girls and city people can't beat despair.

The girls also believe that the boy with this voice will win the most dangerous battle.

Why, is that believable? I'm sure this voice...

"- My name is Natsuki Subaru. The Archbishop of Witchcraft, a spiritual user who defeated 'Laziness' ''

――――

A twist is born on the character of the boy, whose name was revealed, which has been kept secret so far.

A declaration that doesn't make sense to a girl. But not for the people around us. The shock brought about is huge, but never a negative impression.

Stunning at first, followed by understanding - and hope and trust explode and even the girl's heart is swallowed by that wave of emotions.

"Witchcraft in the city, me and my people will do something about it! So, believe me, everyone, fight. Hold my loved one's hand and bust my weak heart about to lose. Then. '

――――

"- Leave everything else to me!

Wow, his voice spread, and his enthusiasm dominated the people of the shelter.

Expectations become hope, one hope into countless hopes, and that expands into one.

The girl looked down at her brother in her arms and saw a definite light dwelling in her brother's emerald eyes.

Make sure of that and hug my brother's body hard again. The girl looked up at the ceiling as her uncle and brother's hands held the girl's body back and felt the heat of the embrace.

A boy who, with his own fears and anxieties, could not hide everything about it, nevertheless carried the expectations and hopes of many people in the city and declared himself to fight.

I don't even know her face, the girl closed her lid as she prayed so that all the luck she could think of would dwell on that hero who just painted it in her heart.

- Because I'm sure that boy must also be an ordinary boy everywhere, who just unreasonably resists for someone important.

Away from the magic apparatus shaped like a phonograph, Subaru slowly lags behind.

The sweat that conveys the forehead is caused by anxiety and tension. Lean on a nearby workbench and brutally wipe.

I repeat my deep breath and get anxious if the magic apparatus is not picking up that sound.

But when I see Anastasia, who was beside me, operating the magic apparatus, apparently after the power supply was safely dropped. It's a relief.

"... Ha, that was annoying"

Sighing so spilled, Subaru turned his neck to more fatigue than he could have imagined.

Honestly, I'm self-absorbed while I'm talking, and I can't remember the details of what I ran through my mouth. Not all of them flew, but everywhere their memories are obscured.

The draft of talking properly had been given to Anastasia as a note.

――――

Wipe the sweat dripping up to his jaw with his sleeves and Subaru realizes that the room is slightly quiet.

The faces watching the broadcast are silent. In attendance were Anastasia, two Garfiel and Al. The rendezvous Julius and Ricard are also in the corner of the room, and usually the mouth-watering facial silence only feels uncomfortable.

Now, what a shitty, disjointed broadcast.

"Natsuki-kun"

"Wow, hi! Sorry! I'll do better next time!

"Why are you apologizing? Weird girl."

Subaru, who was anxiously heartbroken, accidentally apologizes for the call. Anastasia laughed at the reaction and she tilted her neck with a grin.

"Whatever the weird kid's rating is, maybe Natsuki."

"Yeah?"

"Unlike you used to be a fraud or something?

"What did you come up with lacking to say!? As you can see, there's no such thing as a philosophy. Even a normal student... No, in a way, he was less than a student!

"Oh, no. No offense. I don't really know how to talk right now. I mean... I pulled it down, lifted it up, and the talking technique fitted perfectly."

I wave to Subaru's answer and Anastasia laughs powerlessly "Ha ha".

It was Subaru who tilted his neck at the answer.

"There's nothing to talk about, no shit. He's white in the head, and he doesn't know what he talked about fast. I can only remember the letter of the note until I read it out and gave up."

"So I didn't ignore our draft. I'm going to start talking about something completely different from the meeting, so how distracted we were next to each other... I was worried about that one."

"I'm sorry about that! But didn't it generally follow the contents of the note? If it wasn't too bad, that would have stopped Mr. Anastasia, wouldn't it?

The note at hand, the Canning Paper, the greatest and forgotten of existence, is lined with beauties to dispel the anxiety of the urban population.

It is a confident work that follows Anastasia's bargaining skills and small, witty content using Garfield's idiom knowledge and even Subaru's modern knowledge.

Although it could not be read out at the heart of the production, if the contents of the note were somewhat on my mind, I think the speech went according to it.

"If I said this, I would have touched Natsuki-kun's story, the contents of that note, and I would have plundered it."

"-"

Anastasia's words lightly deny such Subaru's speculation.

Unexpectedly stiff, Subaru glances at other faces to confirm the authenticity of the matter. But each of the other four has a seriously rotten face, each reacting to Subaru's gaze.

Step out of it, Julius comes forward. He snapped his own forehead with his fingers,

"Master Anastasia is right, Subaru. You broadcast something that was not in the previous meeting. [M] Especially since I was supposed to reveal it early, so much so that I wanted to ask what I was going to do when I slipped into the second half to talk about the merits of crusading the Bishop of Laziness."

"Seriously. I wouldn't know if I hadn't told you that! If that's what happened, stop it on the way! Even if it's weird, when you think it's better to re-compartmentalize it, you can't help it. It's a decision!

"Re-division? That's a hell of a story."

Julius shook his neck sideways with a serious face at Subaru judging his actions from previous stories, a lapse that makes the very significance of the call doubtful.

The look on Subaru also appears to have a certain respect.

"- It was great, it was a speech"

"... ahh?

"It's not a big problem, such as missing the content of the note. You've accomplished more than you'd expect, by your own abilities. There is only praise for that achievement. I can't help remembering the white whale and the 'laziness', the same thing I felt then"

To his surprise Subaru, Julius overlaps the words with exaggeration.

In an unexpected manner, Subaru saw the excitement of The Best Knight. As soon as I feel it, I think of anything as stupid.

That there will be this knight, or what in Subaru will he transform his attitude so much?

"Don't tease me. I've been thinking about it for a long time, but your jokes aren't very funny."

"It seems like a joke because you estimate yourself too low. However, it can also be said that this is why the speech now is a speech that could have been made. It was something no one but you could do."

"After all, you, you're making fun of me, right?

The urgency of the situation provoked the praise of Julius to Subaru.

I'm used to hearing sarcasm from Julius, but not if he's now ending up in such a barren exchange. If we do not want the speech to be effective, we need another proposal as soon as possible.

"It's supposed to help everyone, but we planted some weird mistrust. It's not a story. I knew someone else would be next..."

"Natsuki-kun, why don't you let your inferiority be approximated? It feels good to hear it."

Anastasia pinched her mouth from side to side to that Subaru concern.

She dwells an unhappy color on the poor side and stares at Subaru.

"If the speech falls out and I don't feel it, I'll make it clear to you. - Natsuki-kun's speech was more perfect than I could think of. You're a talented fan."

"Wye agree with your daughter! No, I'm afraid so! What that rhetoric! Do it for real, brother! Lady Emilia, Lady Krush, have you seen the dragon in the ground for a young girl?

"You shouldn't listen to either of them! I'm not fooling you, and you're a fan!

Subaru absurds his voice at ratings where people hear too badly.

But Anastasia and Ricardo looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders in a non-offensive way. Breathtaking attitude, but it doesn't seem to be all a joke.

That is also evident from Garfiel's face, who crouches in and sees Subaru.

"Admiral..."

"Garfield, what did you think?

"Admiral, he was an admiral. I left the Sanctuary and made no mistake about the Admiral.... Yes, I felt it"

"... your expectations are always a little heavy on me."

"But it's the result of the Admiral's actions."

Standing up, Garfiel walking over shows her fangs and laughs. Subaru exhaled deeply from his nose at the look of it,

"So you think I'll give up on escaping responsibility? I felt like I was broadcasting that story to make sure I didn't."

"I was telling you."

Anastasia laughs at Subaru for scratching her head and accepting it like she gave up. She held her thin chest to unexpected accomplishments, stroking her collar rolls with her hands.

"Rather, as much as I'm worried about being too morale and the others being unassuming. We're here, too, and we're in the mood for the effects of Anger."

"I knew it smelled like a lie when they told me so much... if it's true, what's my producer or admiral aptitude like?"

When this is just lifted up, it's just hard to accept that there's no response.

Subaru shook off a vortex of raw warm gaze, and stepped aside from the front of the magic vessel,

"Anyway, if we could talk about something that might work, it's more than that. Hooray if this doesn't suppress riots and stuff in the shelter...... can you think of anything else you could do?

"As for the inhabitants of the city, there's nothing more to it than the elimination of the cause itself. With Natsuki-kun's story now, the witches should have missed our intentions..."

"So how it works over there, as we discussed, we'll have to expect them to be in an unreasonable way. At the same time, this one needs to be settled early."

Whatever Subaru's speech can do, it doesn't change the situation where the crazy ones are putting their hands on the means to destroy the city. Even with the utmost optimism, the Great Water Gate will be unleashed at a time of changing dates, and the city will sink into the bottom of the Great Water.

Before that happens, we have to settle.

"To do this, four simultaneous attacks…"

"There are four Bishops of the Great Crimes, and I don't know why there are two handicappers. Talk to our warriors and we won't discuss how to attack them."

Four controls, that simultaneous attack, are a sine qua non for saving the city.

As in the case of urban government buildings, a single concentration of force is probably not possible. At the time of the attack on the control hitch in that way, it is of concern that any of the other three places will open the Great Water Gate.

I'm not sure I'll win that beating four times, over and over.

Against six of our main enemies, this one has...

"The hand tag, tough. It could be two dances when you're in a city hall. At least one more card... if you have one."

"- Then how about adding one ghost bill?

The voice jumped abruptly into Subaru, who was pointing and counting his hand's power of war.

Looking back unexpectedly, a figure stands at the entrance to the room. It's

"In a while, you've come to appreciate yourself a lot, haven't you?

"It's not as good as Mr. Natsuki's position to be entrusted with public speaking.... My friend didn't have a hero, but he wasn't expecting it."

"I don't think it's a pattern, either."

Subaru shrugs his shoulders and laughs at someone who smiles badly. Then turn your foot towards the entrance and hi-touch with the person with that grin.

Then Garfield, who was watching that greeting, brightened his face,

"Brother Otto I! Are you all right?

It was Otto who went missing who nodded at Garfield's delightful voice.

Otto, who is only thinly dirty but rendezvous without injury. He also hits hi-touch with the incoming Garfiel,

"With my life. It was somehow this way, but I managed to live. I'm glad you both seem safe. Well, I wasn't too worried because I was so much more alive and dirtier than I was."

"Right. Actually, I wasn't really worried about you either. Why not?

"Wow. Otto, what kind of human virtue is that?

"Will you even worry about me a little bit?!? It was dangerous to act alone in this emergency!?

But in fact, this is how we're able to rendezvous. It's not very convincing.

Either way, when Subaru and the others are happy to reunite like that, there Anastasia cracks in with her hands slapped.

"Yes, yes, calm down, calm down. For one thing, I'm glad Otto's alive. I'd like to ask you a lot about what you've been up to."

And so I cut the words, and Anastasia shoots through Otto with those shallow eyes.

"Just now, a meaningful word...... do you mind if I ask what that means?

"Ghost bills, right? It's a simple story. When I put it in first, my survival might be flushed, so I skimmed it, but I took you there."

To Anastasia's point, Otto walks in front of the door with a pitiful face. That was apparently a signal to someone who was holding back on the other side of the door.

A shoe sounded and a new person was invited indoors. And it's...

- I'm sorry I'm late.

One word, that's how I just said it, and I felt as powerful as I had gained 10,000 help.

The blowing illusion of the wind shakes my heart, coupled with the illusion of seeing the flames in front of me.

But in fact, that's all the power was in this reunion.

I can't wait to see what you want, for that arrival.

"Reinhardt van Astrea - late, we rendezvous."

That said the red flame, 'Sword Saint', expressed his willingness to join the war.