Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

I saw a white light.

A warm, soft, terribly restful light.

I feel so at peace, how long it's been since I've had a morning.

Whenever I wake up from sleep, I'm depressed, and in my never-ending nightmares, there's no place for peace.

I'm sure that ever and ever, because I believed that darkness would not be sunny.

Is that why this light is so heartwarming?

- Hey, wake up.

Someone's voice.

From beyond the white light, someone is calling themselves. Through the darkness, guided by its voice, with its hands drawn.

The white light that was seen far away eventually covered my sight full...

"Oh dear. It's time for you to wake up, too."

Across the lid open, the silver-haired girl said so with a bright smile.

- Sylphi's cheek in the words, tears conveyed.

The blue and white light rises to heaven, and the ice junction is loosened.

The ice that surrounded the half-broken church became light and the scattered mana disappeared wrapped in the dancing microspirits.

The sight of an invisible fantasy swallowed by an invisible fantasy engraves into the heart of something that sees an awful and sad sentiment.

It's a sight I can't help but cry if my tear glands are irritated, but that won't be all the reason for their tears that make me cry.

A nightmare that was tying their lives, their most glorious time - a liberation from it.

"Nevertheless, Emilia Tan is a big deal"

Subaru groans blurredly as he unwittingly loosens his lips.

At the end of his gaze is Emilia and the brides crying at her - the former brides, alive and well.

There are exactly fifty-three women in dresses, not a single vacancy.

"... when they heard the bride and heart were assimilating, I just thought there was no way to help the bride without letting her die."

Take the lives of the brides and eliminate the place of the 'heart of the lion'. In other ways, Subaru gave up half of the time for real that there was no way to stop that murderer. I was prepared to sacrifice.

Unlike Subaru like that, Emilia didn't give up.

Though he was in the midst of a life-threatening impasse on his Leggles opponent, it is true that he had stopped thinking that there was no other hand. But Emilia didn't stop thinking.

With a hand I could hold, I thought about what I could do, and I fulfilled it.

So,

"This time totally, Emilia, you took it with you."

No, I don't think so.

Svalbard who weakens and goes in between walls. Listening to the exhalation of that relief, Emilia returns. The white dress is ripped open, and the silver hair over the death fight is flaky. Still, it should be noted that Emilia was beautiful there after the fight.

Exhaling in such inner emotions, Subaru squeaks his jaw.

"You still look like you can't thank Emilia enough, do you?

"Don't you tear it up anymore? Besides, I can't tell everyone that I look great. Something like that... because I forced everyone to make a choice that could die once."

"But nobody's dead. They're all alive. - That's more than that."

As a result, that's best of all.

Get the answer you asked for, Subaru relieves. When Emilia puts her hand on her hips, she shelves herself as low as ever and points her lips at Subaru.

"I got hurt all over, I can't do it all... if Subaru hadn't tried so hard, we wouldn't have all been able to do it by now." The heart of a lion, "because Subaru noticed."

"It's always a matter of lack of decision-makers... and reopening it is also something. But you've noticed a lot. I can't believe I let the brides get ice pickled and put them on probation."

"Me too, because I've been frozen for a long time"

So, Emilia tongues out in the feeling. Lovely.

but it's not even content to show off, laugh and talk about.

Nevertheless, Emilia's actions and its driving had the greatest effect in defeating Leggles, which did not result in unnecessary sacrifices.

Fifty-three, the lives of the honorable brides were saved.

"I wasn't sure I could do it right."

"But I did. Emilia, I've been trying to use my powers."

"But there was a chance it would stay frozen. I'm a little relieved to be able to free myself."

And when she hides the lightning laugh, she touches her own chest.

Underneath that palm, make sure you have your own beat that pulses.

"Besides, if Subaru hadn't taken Leggles' heart out of my chest, I'd have had to do the same magic to myself. In that case, I think Sylphie and I would have been much harder to melt than we are now. It could have taken another hundred years."

"Once again, that's an exaggeration."

…………

"Aren't you exaggerating!? Yabe, it was a piece of paper fine play!

Subaru looks up to Emilia, who smiles silently and bitterly.

With Leggles' provocation, Emilia tried to stop 'Lion's Heart' for each of herself. If I overlook that one, hitting it badly would be Emilia and her lifetime breakup. Regardless, I think it would be a good walk to find a way to melt the ice so that it doesn't.

"Give me a break, you two sleeping princesses, or my plague goddess will be halfway gone."

Blur, but Subaru exhaled in relief.

Either way, Emilia was saved safely, and the brides were safe. The battle against the Leggles produced so much destruction that it did not appear to be a battle against the individual - but as a final settlement, there has been little damage suffered by this side.

At best, Subaru physically bore all sorts of things and unnecessary causes with witchcraft.

And...

"Reinhardt, don't even treat the injury. He left, but I'm sure he'll be fine."

That's what Emilia said to Subaru, thinking about it.

Subaru looks up and waves flirtatiously.

"No problem. Something tells me the Spirit can heal the wound on his own, even if he's left alone. He said so himself."

"Oh, I knew it. There should have been a lot of spirits around here, but when Reinhardt disappeared, everyone followed him... Reinhardt, maybe he's got spiritual qualities."

"Stop because my personality dies!

Besides, in Reinhardt's case, it wouldn't have to be that strong enough. Subaru himself hit Reinhardt on the Leggles, but Reinhardt's battle in the last dueling contested situation is more and more a word of pull.

Humans, is it something that can jump so lightly on the clouds? I don't think he's the same person, but he's the knight of the same king's candidate.

"Emilia, I'm weak, but don't abandon me."

I'm really counting on Subaru, right?

"Right! That's right! I will always do my best!

"Sorry, I don't know what to do..."

Either way, let's not compare that one to this one. That's what makes me like Leggles, who can't act without reassuring herself by using others as a criterion for evaluation.

I just thought he was a man with nothing to see, but what's not surprisingly bad as a teacher on the other hand?

"... everyone else, I wonder if you're okay"

"Reinhardt for that. And blah, blah, blah. They're all stronger than me."

I'll leave it to you, it sounds like another application, but I get the best expression of believing.

The factions are different, and all of them should bump into each other from the front around one throne, but Subaru believed them. Though there are many personalities, abilities and beliefs.

At least not as much as I can hope so, if I don't want them to lose to despicable and unsaveable people like witchcraft.

――――

And if anyone is defeated and anything life-threatening - or Subaru, 'Back to Death' must be considered. A contract with Roswar, if there's any chance I can save it apart, I'm sure I'll try to save it.

I don't like pain or pain.

But sadly, I'm sure, I don't like it any more.

"Subaru"

――――

Emilia sat down next to Subaru sitting down to see what she saw in Subaru considering the possibility of death.

She gently strokes that head over her head as she leans against Subaru's left shoulder. It tickles. But it's hard to leave.

"Emilia Tan?

"I feel subaru and naughty right now. I'm worried about everyone, but my powers are empty anymore, and I can't even help. So let me pray with Subaru, too? Everyone's safe."

――――

"I'm sure it's okay. Guys, because you're so much stronger than us, so much smarter, so much harder."

Emilia is choosing words to reassure Subaru. How feminine that sense of word choice made Subaru feel a little at ease.

Believe it or not, everyone. Send out Reinhardt.

Shortly after the destruction of the Leggles, Reinhardt ran out to rescue the rest of his crew. There's nothing to worry about the battlefield he gets to.

Without missing anyone, I want to welcome you in the morning. That way, there's only one more thing to worry about Subaru...

――――

To Subaru, who looks up to the sky as he prays, Emilia also looks up to the night sky from the ceiling of the collapsed church. In order not to look like that Emilia, Subaru grabbed her breasts and was gripping them.

- Along with the actual feeling of Leggles' death, another black thing that I don't know how to handle slips into my chest, pulsating.

This must be the same as when Petergius.

So don't let Emilia understand that, just be quiet.

Pray to the sky, be ready for yourself, just be quiet.

- Time is slightly more retroactive than legulus destruction.

That was half an hour after Subaru and Otto dropped it off and left the government building to collect the Book of Wisdom.

That was when Otto came into contact with the 'bulimia' that fights the Felts, when Garfield fell into the waterway with Kurgan, when Wilhelm dropped the Telesian hood, when Julius frowned when he heard a grudge he can't remember, when the church was half-baked during a wedding that was decided unauthorized by the brides, and when the waterways in the northern part of the city burst into flames - the moment when shocks struck the buildings of the city government building where all the non-combatants remained.

"Bye! Attack!"

The top floor of a five-story city government building, its walls are relentlessly crushed by huge masses.

The building windows crack due to severe tremors, and the building's foundation is fatally damaged by damage that also occurred during the day. Pristella's urban function, the building, which should also have been its centre, was driven to the brink of collapse in just one day, plunging into a state of no shadow to see.

However, whether it needs to be on the verge of collapse or not depends on what is going to happen on this occasion - the consequences.

"Four water gates on four towers. On the day any one of them is opened, all of the city will be submerged for sure... naturally, we have to crush the possibility of all the towers, so even if we don't like meat, we have to spread the power and bring it into total combat."

Peppa and an annoying voice in her ear speak of the situation in which the city is placed.

And my voice rose against it.

"Guys! Be sure to come back alive and protect this city!

"Take back this beautiful city with our power!

"We fight for justice. We can't lose!

"Good deeds have good results, and evil deeds have evil consequences. This battle is our victory -"

I hear a riddle of young men.

There was a brave voice of a young girl.

There is a tough manly soldier who makes you feel like a warrior, and the voice of an intelligent elderly woman shouts an exhilarating inspiration.

All of them, a bunch of strong words backed by the will and readiness just not to be ashamed of those words - except only one mouth spoken.

"Nah, didn't you think about it?

And the same lips as those with powerful words in their mouths utter them with a voice of disdain and ridicule that betrays all the words until then, and hardened malice that cannot be wiped away.

Then the Lord of his voice swayed his shoulders, left and right, reluctantly, holding his little body,

"KHAHAHAHA! No, no, no, no, please don't! Why do you have to go out with justice when the attackers smell so muddy and sweaty? Are you boiling all the meat, all the meat, in the head cheese?

I get a tall, shitty laugh.

I can't hide it, I don't mean to hide it, it's a girl with a still young immature body who raises it.

He has thin lips in his round eyes, red cheeks in his neck-length blonde hair. He looks extremely loving, and he floats a vicious phase on his face that has not even been lustrous from being a child. All I wear was cloth cuts identical to my underwear, and the excessive exposure of a virgin girl who had not yet been able to do her body as a woman but as a human being made her equally distorted aversion to a normal human being.

Probably a girl - no, the monster's aim is there.

The aim of the Archbishop of Witchcraft, Capella Emerada Lugnica in charge of 'Sexuality', a monster who humiliates the ethics and dignity of his human being, is there.

"What a convenient paranoid spirit to believe that Atakshi is behaving and waiting for you in the tower is no longer a mystery! How kind of a day you've had, entertainment! Fighting doesn't make enemies do what they want them to do, but they don't want them to. The residents of the flower gardens are probably screwed, too.

Even in the midst of cursing murmurs I can't hear, only tricks are adorable monster capellas.

The monster who puts his finger up on his cheek and twists his body immediately breaks into a room close to people's sign reliance when he enters the city hall - where he encounters a cappella and it is the knight with cat ears who continues to be subjected to previous curses. There is a long-haired woman lying on the sleeping table behind her.

This was the top floor of the government building, the room assigned to Ferris and Krusch's subordinates.

"You are the 'lust' of the Bishop of the Great Sin......!

With a trembling voice in anger, it is Ferris who shelters the bed who stares at the cappella. Capella leaned her neck against Ferris staring at herself and nodded with a convinced face as she peered into the bed behind her.

"Uh, yes, yes, resented and convinced. Did you lose blood after all? I didn't think you could do it. I thought it would be disappointing to see you actually lose. There's noble Lugnica's blood. I was hoping for it."

"What's the purpose of keeping Master Krush in such sight!? How can I help Master Krush? Answer me!"

Ferris barks her adorable face red with anger at Capella's whining, which seems more boring than unfortunate. In both hands is a dagger that Ferris carries.

Sculpted with beautiful decorations and a lion's crest, it's more of an ornamental dish than one for action. Coupled with Ferris' own immature skill, it does not appear to wield effectively.

"Is that a toy? An important gift? Either way, if you were swinging something like that with thin hands, wouldn't that be dangerous, little girl?... No, yeah?

A capella with her tongue out and laughing, interrupted her words there and frowned.

"Ugh, that's disgusting. Huh? Seems like a lot of unnatural body. How can it be like that if you don't even take what you take? Unlike a pervert who just dresses as a woman, it's a takshi-dong pull?

"-"

After spotting Ferris' gender, Capella hates that it's unnatural. The monster looks up at Ferris from top to bottom and groans.

"Is that outfit, to invite even a man to be alarmed? 'Cause you don't understand the crap about human beings. Men are idiots, women are crumbs, and humans are all aligned and just guessy...... a conclusion of my taste for ataxies though"

"Shut up! Do something extra...... answer the question! What did you do to Master Krush!!

"Uh, no more, uh-huh."

Ferris yells again in disgrace at a cappella with no conversation anywhere. Upon hearing it, Capella shrugged her shoulders and immediately after blinking, the girl's face melted.

――

In front of the breathtaking Ferris, the child's body changes shape as it melts.

Small back length stretches like a nightmare and bright blonde hair discolors. The sweet face that invites every person's desire for asylum turned into a riddle, and the same outfit as the underwear turned into a blue dress.

I was only listening, but this is the first time Ferris has seen that mutation/transformation. The creator of a nightmare that transforms the body of what you touch into whatever you want.

And to the manifestation of that nightmare, Ferris suddenly loses himself.

"Ah, uh..."

"- What are you surprised about?

That being said, stroking long green hair is Ferris' most beloved face.

A cappella figure stuck in the front turns into Ferris' beloved master himself. Ferris' face turned pale about it, and the dagger he gripped was trembling in small pieces.

"Look, the virtues of the prestige up until just now have disappeared. With this face, this body, this voice, as soon as he stood in front of me, yes."

I laugh at Krush's face I've never even seen, and the cappella slowly comes forward.

As she walked right near Ferris, to a distance that she could reach, she aligned herself with the center of her chest at the tip of a dagger trembling at what she thought.

In the middle of Krusch's big chest, the tip of his sword gently leans over him.

Stick it out and I'll stab you, in that position.

"You have a hateful opponent in front of you. Take my vengeance. Painful, painful. It's also painful to breathe. I can't keep my eyes open. It's like my heart isn't blood, it's poisoning my whole body. So hurry up, take your revenge. - Yes, I'm telling you."

"Phew, phew... Phew...!

"All you have to do is push the sword all the way in and twist and pull it out like you're choosing a wound out of your mind. That will destroy your heart, sever your arteries and keep your blood from stopping. I can kill you."

Ferris breathes faster and the position of his gaze becomes uncertain.

Thousands of dollars worth, the life of your lord's hateful enemies had been given to you before your eyes. As I was told, now the attack will definitely pass. I can crush my heart. I can kill you.

I just look the same as my beloved.

"Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab"

――――

"Stab me -!"

"Uh-oh!!

Ordered like a curse, Ferris' dagger pierces its chest.

The blade pierces the human body easily and destroys the heart inside from the gap in the bone. A sharp blade was screwed and the dagger fell out with an eruption of blood, making a brutal noise of muscles being cut off.

"Ha, ha."

Fall back so you don't get jumped blood, and Ferris exhales rough. I could see a dagger falling out of that hand making a noise and soaking it in the blood dripping on the floor.

"Gu, ho."

And then the capella, stabbed in the chest, kneels down and spills a lot of blood from his mouth.

The appearance remained Krush, his face defiled with blood by pain and suffering, and he looked up at Ferris with a face like he saw something unbelievable with moist amber eyes.

"Ouch, it hurts... why, why this..."

"You told me to stab you...! Tell me to stab Master Krush!

"Painful, painful.... awful, unforgivable. You said you loved me so much... we loved each other..."

"-! Don't be silly! Me and Master Krush don't have that kind of relationship!

"Oh, really? Well, there was a difference of opinion in the performance."

With a callous face, the capella rises as she wipes her blood with her sleeves.

When she finally strokes her own chest wound, the wound that did happen disappears in an instant. Where did the look that had been distorted by the agony until then also go, sighing.

"After all, if you're going to do it, it doesn't make sense if you don't do it from the beginning, does it? To his beloved lord, an attacker who only made him look alike makes him kill each other. There's a catharsis of love in that place... failure, failure"

"Such a farce... what do you want? I want you to!

"Nothing? I don't mean anything, and I don't want you to. I don't have time to let my husband kill my wife. I just thought it was a hobby to let knights dress as women and put them aside."

"The promise between me and Master Krush is not such a superficial one!

"I don't know if sexuality or sexuality is on the top, but I don't know if Ataxi thinks that's the opinion that came up."

That's what Capella, who tilted his neck, said to Ferris, who roughed up his voice. Then when the capella lifts its right hand, its shape changes dramatically, even once again.

As his palms became like giant flower petals, and his tentacles stretched away Ferris' body, entangling him blowing away, he slammed him against the wall as he tightened.

"Or, heh..."

"You're in a weak, thin shape, with you touching it as you look. If you're so much of a woman, why don't you let Ataxi make you a woman? If it's in the hands of an attacker, it's a little bit, and I'll take things and put holes in them, right?

"Wow, I don't care about my body... more than that, Master Krush...!

"It's ridiculous. Don't tell me something beautiful about someone else being more important than me. And how do I get my body back if I lose blood? Well, if there's a way to do that, it's better to know."

Tentacles twist and Ferris' thin hands and feet congest. Peeling his eyes at the bitterness, the sound of bone crunching echoes mistletoe in the room.

Instead of the right hand, which is turned into a cannibal flower, the raised left hand shapes the kamakiri sickle. An ugly figure with his right arm as a flower and his left arm as a bug arm, as Krush looks.

Still, it just doesn't change your face, and it's different to remain beautiful.

"I'm going to enjoy turning you into a chunk of guzzled meat, but I'm not free to have an attacker either. Before anyone else comes up, why don't you and your husband clean it up?"

"- Ugh, ku"

"Still, they're dumb people at the bottom. I'm not even assuming that an attacker will come - on the contrary, it's slow to respond even when it's raided. When the hell..."

The look on Capella's face clouds with her mouth that far and she was delightfully relaxed. She turned to Ferris gasping, as she questioned her own remarks.

"Wouldn't it be too late for anything? It's taking too long to come up, even though the Ataxi came in from the top."

"......"

"It's better for you to throw up about what you're up to. Otherwise, my dear and dear husband turns into a much uglier figure..."

The sickle on Cappella's left arm is directed to Krush, who lies in bed, and a brutal choice is forced on Ferris. In that inquiry, Ferris squeezed his voice out of his trembling lips,

"- None"

"Uh? Let me hear you beg for your life or cancer..."

"This, of... useless"

"What?"

Yellow eyes dwelt in hatred and stared at the cappella, saying so to throw up.

Shortly afterwards, a tentacle that was tying Ferris' body sprays smoke and the petal loses its color and rots away. Seeing the corrosion of its own right arm, Capella also looked gnawed.

"Ah la? What's this in Atakshi's hand..."

"I wonder if you have a bad personality because there are no exclusive patents there."

Tentacles rot away and Ferris' body is released.

Yet another voice blocked the cappella twisting her neck about it. Unique intonation in poor voices. Capella looks over the sleeping area where she heard it - soon after, the light runs.

A white hotline to the illusion that the temperature in the room had risen only for a moment. Its high heat light burned the face of the cappella, erasing its left half.

Exposing the burning smell of meat and the cross section of the carburized wound, the capella lags far behind on the spot. A tongue stretched out like a snake licked and laughed at the surface of the wound.

"Even my buddy's face - but you're forgiving. It doesn't really work. I'm surprised he got hit so far."

"My people and what a mistake. We're commercial enemies... not competitors. The duller you look at your opponent's face, the easier it is for us to live."

"Conditional opponents. Either way, enemies. So you're worried that you dared to shoot him in the face? If that's the case, I think it's too distorted."

"I told you, don't confuse public and private. All I aimed at my head was simply hoping that if I crushed it there, I would die"

That said, the person out of bed spills unexpected and exhaled.

It's Anastasia, who replaced Kursch and was lying in bed.

She stroked the wavy hair dyed with green dye and smiled back on her face with a soldering smile at the viable capella, even when she was burned.

"I expected it, but I'm not dying, hey"

"You're a woman with a smile on your face. Bake a woman's face without hesitation, or some rotten female meat that is selfish through rationality and a real tack preference!

"I don't know if we'd like it even though we're like you. You see, my taste is hairy and touchy. Yeah, I love it, and it's based on it."

In grandeur, Anastasia responds to conversations with Monster Capella. As she walked over to Ferris, coughing up by the bed, she pulled that arm and made her stand up.

To Ferris, still in tears, Anastasia said, "Enough already?," he prefaced,

"There's nothing I can ask you. At least, as things stand, I don't know about Mr. Krush."

"... I know. It's such a dangerous bet. I had him hang out with me."

"We have a lot of responsibility for this one, so let's talk to each other."

Even the power of Ferris, the highest healing magician in the kingdom, cannot heal the Krush of today.

In order to save her, there is nothing but asking from the parties what should be done because of what caused it. Anastasia didn't turn down that Ferris appeal.

It was Anastasia who invited the candidate to the city Pristela. And there is the status quo. The blame for that did not compel Anastasia to turn down Ferris' request.

"This is all I do, and I really don't expect you to say it without a harvest."

"That didn't meet your expectations, and I'm sorry - I can't believe I'm full of feelings, but there shouldn't have been a guarantee anywhere that an Ataxi would come?

"There was a broadcast of Natsuki-kun, didn't there? Listen to that. I think it's gonna work."

Send out the main battle force, the attack group, and if the main business empties, the enemy will always move. There is no reason for witchcraft to intercept them with dignity. Exactly what Capella said.

"Natsuki-kun has a little sweet stuffing around there."

It's a possibility I didn't dare point out, but I narrowed it down to the point that it would be either 'anger' or 'lust' because of the nature of the Bishop of the Great Crimes who would be launching the raid.

Anastasia therefore set a trap and left it to attack the city hall. Naturally, the real Krush has taken the rest of the wounded to the shelter.

It's only natural that no one comes up to this floor. There are people in this building on this top floor and...

"... Hmm, heh. Does the guy who turns his head mean he's going to be a little nasty? But why don't you just lick the butterfly? Your cat ears, your daughter, they don't look like they can fight properly."

"How dare you, my lady? Wow. This is still us. What's the senior group?

Anastasia winks at what Capella says.

In its grand behavior, Capella inhabits her eyes simultaneously with disgust and interest. and Kursch's face, which was half melted, was distorted, and the figure of the cappella returned to the girl in underwear again.

I don't think this is what Capella really looks like, but the second time she looked like a girl, Capella looked brutal and pointed to Anastasia.

"I've decided. I'll leave that pretty face, that's all, and I'll potato worm it from the neck down. Even so, let's see if the mouth you licked on the attacker is profitable."

"Sora Scary Wow... Saya, Once You Say Goodbye"

――――

To Anastasia's rejection, the awesome capella looks suspicious.

Anastasia pulled her hair still green and looked inside the room.

"We were waiting for you to come. I told you. - Then there's no way you're waiting to get ready for anything, is there?

Shortly after I run out of words, Anastasia gently taps the floor of the room with her fingertips.

Twice sharply, as if it were some kind of signal - as soon as a crack occurs on the floor at the foot of the cappella, the disfigured child's body falls downstairs.

"Oh, well."

The bottom of the room falls out and there are holes in the floor downstairs as well.

The cappella went further downstairs, conveniently dropping four stories in height at once, into an underground space deeper than the ground floor.

Bitter, and the body of the capella explodes with a noise.

The girl's body was shaking on the cold ground as she was slammed on the floor defenselessly.

He sprayed blood from all over his face, a broken limb, an unbroken figure. but the body, which became a lump of meat, immediately let its hands and feet snap, and the child's body reshaped like an indeterminate piece of water, and rose.

What appeared there was the figure of a woman in a luscious position.

He exposes his abundant flesh sparingly in an exposed costume, knitting three long pieces of rare dark hair. It's a beauty with a noisy atmosphere and restless hearts.

Neither Ferris nor Anastasia know who that was based on. The two who remain on the fourth floor in the first place do not see that she has changed.

So nothing surprised me that I took that look.

"Oh, oh, not at all...... don't you entertain me a lot? Ha-ha-ha!"

Capella makes you bounce that throat with a bare gesture that makes you feel neither dying nor dying pain. A light whisper too incompatible with his appearance after the mutation, that echoed into the underground space of the government building.

It's a dim, cold, wet, airy space. Waterways strewn throughout the city, not in the culture of a pure basement - it would be part of the facility for its management.

The sound of water flowing from somewhere and the wind is coming from a different place than the hole over your head.

"I can't believe you're getting such an enthusiastic welcome, and Ataxi will be able to freely change the size of his chest. Hurry back and hug me so that I can't love anything but Atakshi in Atakshi's arms..."

"You can't go back."

――――

Someone controlled the capella, which was blushing cheeks and trembling with excitement.

It's a low, lousy man's voice.

When the cappella looks up in its voice, a shadow enters from the darkness of the basement.

The capella who saw it changed her expression. Until then, a tranced expression is distorted into something hateful, staring at the other person.

"Ataxi's aesthetic doesn't condone him trying to hide his ugliness?

"Right. Don't worry. My aesthetics aren't too forgiving."

The sloppy voice responded to the cappella and sighed heavily.

And

"Did they ask you up there? The trend has been spotted by our bad personality. Well...... bad personality doesn't make you any better than our princess, does it?

Saying, at the same time, what you hear is the sound of heavy sheathing.

A thick sword of height is pulled out of the sheath to reflect the light that a dull glow inserts through the hole over your head.

It is the man of the ship who stands there. A shadow with a black helmet. He's a strange dressed man.

The odd man turned to the cappella, pointing a blue dragon knife pulled out with one arm.

"Welcome early, but I'm in a bad mood today. - Go home before I die. Software organisms."