Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

- The Dragon Sword Reid is a mysterious sword.

It is certain that it is a treasure sword passed down from generation to generation to the Astrea family, but it does not tell us where the dragon sword came from.

It is an unknown treasure sword, and on top of that, the saying that it cannot be unplugged except by 'Sword Saint'. If I add, even that 'sword saint' can't pull it out except when it's necessary.

The first "Sword Saint" Reid Astrea has laid down the treasure sword of the Divine Dragon Volcanica.

A legendary sword that once cut down every last one of them when the dragon massed and pushed over.

Or just a Namakura, a demon sword that has been empowered by continuing to suck the blood of its enemies.

If you don't mind a fairytale story with no certainty, there are a number of such anecdotes.

In any case, there is nothing that can be said clearly, nor is there any way to ascertain it.

Just one thing, if there's anything I can assure you,

- Dragon Sword Reid is the supreme sword over any treasure sword, legendary sword, and demon sword.

- It is the ultimate manifestation of the steel pierced by the sword, and there is no steel beyond that.

It was only for the third time in my life that I saw that cloudless white body, even Wilhelm, named 'Van', a swordsman's praise.

- Reinhardt.

He is holding the dragon sword with the engraved pitch-black sheath of the dragon claw to his left and to his right.

It is none other than contemporary 'Kensei' Reinhardt van Astrea who shakes his redhead in the wind and straightens the situation with blue eyes.

Even Wilhelm is overwhelmed by its frivolous and ambitious standing.

This is actually the first time Wilhelm sees himself in that battlefield, the fruitful grandson who inherits the 'Sword Saint' and assumes the sword of the kingdom as a Kingsguard knight.

Losing Telesia to the fold of the Great Conquest, Wilhelm ran away from the Astrea family. The certainty with his son and grandson at that time remains unfilled fifteen years later.

Thus, for the past fifteen years, Wilhelm has been chasing his wife and keeping her eyes off her family. So I saw none of the depravity of my son, nor the growth and achievements of my grandchildren.

- That's why I'm overwhelmed by Reinhardt's appearance now.

Standing there was "Kensei".

Blessed with the love of the Sword God, blessed with the praise of plucking the supreme and supreme sword, a being at the top of every swordsman's desire - nothing but 'Sword Saint'.

To that appearance, Wilhelm recalls.

I had forgotten the pain. What I remember is more another emotion. Long ago, Wilhelm first saw "Sword Saint," an emotion when he saw Telesian sword dance.

Even then Wilhelm felt a distance that would never reach him.

What could never reach that realm, and Wilhelm regretted the inferiority of his swordsmanship.

Still, he did not rot, waved his sword, kept waving, and eventually put his hand on the end of that area. I should have been able to prove that there was no unburied distance.

- Oh, my God, it was narrow and small, a field of view.

Different quality. Different heights. It weighs differently. Things are different. Everything is different.

The array does not exist in dimensions such as reach, unreachable.

It's literally a different dimension.

――――

Theresia slowly lowered the long sword she was shaking up. The sword, which had slashed and abandoned Heinkel until just before, pointed its cutting-edge at the newly emerged enemy.

Teresia Van Astrea, a heartless, moving wreck, has already lost everything, both the swordsman's possession and the warrior's flurry.

What she has now is an order from an operator who moves that carcass in secret surgery.

Only the best judgment to carry it out and the overthrow of existence that can be an obstacle.

And if that order gives priority to someone who may be threatened enough, it's a natural decision.

A defeated old swordsman who has already taken his ability to relapse and just waits for his blood loss to die.

Deputy Commander of the Knights just a title who has lost his will and doesn't even have the guts to escape.

It is no longer even a threat or anything to Teresia, such as both of them.

Therefore, it was not one wrong decision for her to tilt the sword into the skill of the former Sword Saint to the present Sword Saint.

"Wait! Teresia! Look at me, Teresia!

Wilhelm screams as he drags his legs and pulls a thread of blood.

As if that cry hadn't been heard, Teresia doesn't make this one a one-stop shop. They are treated as absent, as if the sword trident had been a lie earlier.

It was humiliating. At the same time, there was more grief than that.

But I don't have time to be sad. I can't allow myself to stall like that right now.

Now, if you don't scream. Now, we have to stop...

――――

In disregard of Wilhelm's impending heart, Telesia packed a distance to jump one leg.

Teresia dances with long red hair on the linehardt in front of her eyes.

The long sword drew a semi-circle, obliquely breaking Reinhardt while producing an artistic trajectory - but through a gap in the moment that even blinking was unacceptable, Reinhardt scratched the sword strike.

Trailing Reinhardt through the side and trying to turn behind him, the tip of the long sword tracks him as if he were a willing creature. He slashes and kills the atmosphere along the way, and Reinhardt does not change his complexion one by one, even against impending slaughter. Half a step, I didn't even let him plunder just by taking a distance.

――――

As he realized his poor standing position, Teresia flies forward silently. Nothing but suicide, such as being relative with your half open to Reinhardt.

Looking back, Reinhardt looks straight at Theresia with his long sword in his foresight.

Right behind that Reinhardt was Heinkel's figure. Like sheltering my father, Reinhardt is relative to my grandmother. That's all Wilhelm realized the moment's offense was meant to get that standing position.

"Stop... what, what... what did I do...!

I don't notice Heinkel looking blue and holding his head in.

It doesn't matter that my own son is standing in front of me trying to protect himself. The facts that precede it are so breaking Heinkel's mind's tolerance.

You can't expect him to open up the situation or anything. From the beginning, yes.

That's why I have to raise my voice.

"Stop it, Reinhardt! Look at me! Teresia and I are in the middle of a fight! You won't be allowed to break into a swordsman and swordsman fight!

――――

Reinhardt sidelines the screaming Wilhelm when he's still in the middle of a fight. With those blue eyes he saw Wilhelm's right leg, which still bleeds.

"... on that foot, you can't keep fighting"

"If your legs don't move, say what! I hold the sword, this hand is still alive... if my hand dies, my mouth! If you can't speak, you'll have a soul! Unless you lose your life, you're not losing!

"If you don't lose your life...... then what will she do in front of you?

"-"

Wilhelm's throat was stuck in Reinhardt's inquiry.

Telesia looking at her enemies with no expression, no touching eyes, just silent. Keeping that attitude at the edge of his eyes, Reinhardt asks Wilhelm for an answer.

"I don't see the point in bringing in a swordsman's flush to a carcass that just moves unconsciously, according to the will of the surgeon - to an act that cripples the dead"

"Swordsman's Fun, etc.... ugh!

The foolishness of asking for it for fulfillment with a moving carcass.

To Reinhardt's point, Wilhelm can't say it back. It is true that Teresia has already distanced herself from Wilhelm and that the battle is over.

No matter how much Wilhelm, the loser, screams, the swordsman's true self cannot be fulfilled.

Plus Wilhelm himself, I can't shout out loudly that I'm a swordsman right now, etc.

The status quo that rises to support the sword and entrusts it to the word, not the steel, to the wish, not the sword power - where in its Wilhelm van Astrea, the sword ghost's hold remains.

There is no such thing anywhere. Empty.

"- The dead don't move. The dead have no further to go. I will not tolerate that irrationality."

That's what Reinhardt said in front of Wilhelm, who lost his voice.

Those eyes no longer look at my grandfather, but wholeheartedly at the wreckage of my grandmother standing in front of me.

In a slow motion, the Dragon Sword Reid was erected in the front eye.

Oddly enough, its structure is the same as that of Telesia, who is in charge of the long sword, as a photocopy mirror.

――――

The cloudless body of the dragon sword appears glossy.

That is a sword's praise. The Supreme Steel was thrilled to have the opportunity to be swayed, rejoiced, and rejoiced without a voice to be able to take on his former bearer.

――――

――――

Silent, two swordsmen's, blue eyes intertwined together.

"Sword Saint" holds the sword, but does not make the namesake it should be.

Naturally. Because it asks for the swordsman's possession and the value of paying off the warrior's demeanor.

To those who are not, to those who are not worthy of seeking reciprocity, it is not done.

The air freezes and the sense of urgency compresses the world with color and weight.

Wilhelm opened his mouth, dominated by a severely painful and breathless feeling throughout his body.

Driven by a sense of impatience when I have to say something without knowing what to say.

- Ironically, that was the signal for the two swordsmen.

"Stop - heh!

I can't reach my voice.

Leaving even their voices behind, the two swordsmen clash.

――――

Stepping in, shaking it off, Telesia's long sword raises her temper and rips through the atmosphere, and the best slaughter she can release hits Reinhardt from the perfect angle.

That, or perhaps, was the most sophisticated and beautiful flash of Telesian sword strike Wilhelm has ever seen.

I would have been jealous if it had been the usual Wilhelm that I wasn't the one who drew that out of all the sword power sleeping on Theresia.

But at this moment, the emotions swelled up in Wilhelm's heart are different.

And it burst into my chest, which became a definite word and overflowed.

"Don't kill me......!

The emotions that were sequestering popped up like the emotions that were suppressing, the affections that were supposed to be admonishing you not to wish for, cutting Wilhelm's weir.

On a young day, Teresia.

There's a woman out there who scorched Wilhelm's heart and made me realize that there's only one woman in her lifetime that I thought would be spared in exchange for everything.

Not once. Because there's a beloved woman I've never told you I love...

"That's mine, it's telesia-!!

Never, it was a word I should not have said.

Confused, you are not allowed to prioritize your emotions in a frontier where you could lose your life.

Both swordsman possession and warrior fashion were acts that tarnished the integrity that should be in battle.

That was just a man's voice. If you can't take away the woman you love, you're just desperate for a man.

And that call to death is -,

- I killed your grandmother fifteen years ago.

It was a quiet, whispering voice.

A faint amount of voice that you don't know if it will arrive or not.

But it was indisputable and nothing more than a response to Wilhelm's cry.

――――

Telesia's sword strikes directly at Reinhardt.

The Dragon Sword is not yet even in orbit to be shaken.

Hit it. Turn it down. Whoever sees it, it should be.

"It's just a fake being here"

- Dragon Sword Reid drew the trajectory.

One wave, the dragon sword is waved without sound, and the white body is delivered to the sheath so that it flows.

Only a faint metallic sound was heard when the vibrations hit the sheath.

That's it, the fight is over.

It was over.