Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

- I heard a voice full of hate.

- That's what keeps me out of my ear.

- Anger-stained voices came after me.

- That's what I can't wait to be scared of.

- He was pressured by a voice that stripped him of his intent to kill.

- That's what keeps me from eagling my soul away.

- The more raw I was, the more I had myself hurting someone.

- That's best of all, I'm sorry and sorry, and I'm still drowning.

- He was strangled, critical.

He was horseback ridden, pressed against his light body, and sealed his movements.

Shoulders are held against both legs and thin knees, depriving the body of its freedom. In front of her eyes, there were a number of red abrasions on the white arm strangling her neck, and she had misplaced emotions when the flowers seemed to have blossomed.

- Critical, critical, critical, and strangled.

――――

Right in front of me, I have a fierce eye.

There was tremendous anger in his big, round eyes and a deep and deep sense of empty despair.

Behind those empty eyes, I blur that I'm going to be sucked in.

"Ah, or... ooh"

- Bump your legs with jitters, jitters, jitters, and all of a sudden.

I wasn't trying to get away with it.

I have no intention of escaping. Still, the flesh is just about to complain that it is purely painful, not an indication of the will to live.

A head lacking in oxygen, a spirit lacking in the energy to live, a body trying to scratch against it.

Everything is divergent and the way I am out of balance seems ugly.

I won't die quietly. I want to die quietly.

It would have been best if he had died as tranquil, moderate, and asleep as possible.

But that wish won't come true. Rather than not, the evening season is the exact opposite of the end.

"Bu, bu, ku"

He's blowing bubbles from the edge of his mouth, opening his eyes so much that his eyeballs are about to pop out, and he's groaning like a beast, through his body like a thin, faded bar in just a few days.

Should I say the end of the suit?

The end of the line, should I say?

What the hell is going on and how is it going to get to a place like this?

- What's wrong?

Second, my voice came down.

It's a crystal clear voice, different from a beastly groan, cold, but well passed.

With his neck strangled, a bearer of anger-stained eyes was spinning words with thin lips.

――――

Whatever's wrong, no matter what they ask, I can't find the words to answer.

In the first place, nothing's wrong. What are they asking if they don't?

The inquiry was unreasonable. It's riddled, unfriendly and irrational.

I can't answer if I'm pressed. And yet, silent time is uncomfortable.

How many times has this been unreasonable and irrational, swinging by the dishes and being left behind?

- What's wrong?

There's nothing strange about it.

"Heh, heh, heh"

Then is it more wrong to ask?

Or am I enjoying this moment just because I'm not aware of it myself?

Are you enjoying the situation where a woman rides you horseback and strangles you?

If so, you don't like it, it spills rational feelings.

- What's wrong?

There's nothing crazy about it. Even though there is nothing, the question is thrown on top of each other.

Throw, not even. This is the distance. Don't even throw.

They are painted with their voices as they touch each other and look up at the beautiful face of the other woman at such a distance that their breath reaches them. It's all painted up.

It's not even a stuffing word, it's not even a derogatory curse, there's a voice in the clear hate...

"What's wrong -"

of and.

On top of that, the inquiry that was supposed to ask for answers disappeared like Kasumi on the way to the fence.

"-Boo."

Flirting, the woman's face that was in front of her swayed to the left.

Keep it up, I can't rebuild my leaning body. Left in a collapsed position, the woman's body fell over the white snow. Naturally, the arm on the neck comes off, and the road to suffocation is cut off halfway.

"- Oh, come on."

From the coughing throat, the taste of bitter blood fills up.

The atrophied lungs are inflated and atrophied again, and the oxygen that was lacking is fed into the body one after the other. It's also a reflexive survival instinct. No decent human being can do that, such as refuse to breathe and die.

I don't even want to argue about whether I'm decent or not right now.

――――

Until just before, the mood that had embraced death somewhere tauntingly scratched away, and now I can't let go of my obsession with life in the name of oxygen. Desperately, diligently and unabashedly greedy.

Then, many, many times, after filling my lungs with cold air, I realize.

――――

A woman is overthrown by the thin snow as the tsunami, white snow falls.

The bloody face and lips sublimated the insane beauty of the woman to something more beautiful. The plundering exhalation clouds white and signs of decaying life glow brilliantly and burn to the eyes.

Look, you're dressed badly for snow scenery.

Uniforms with exposed shoulders and legs are not thick enough cloth at all against the cold. Cold areas, such as the neck and ears, are exposed to the wind and the side you are looking at feels painful like being cut off.

Keep dressed - all in all, that was on the same terms not only for women, but also for this one.

――――

- Kachikachi, Kachikachi, Kachikachi and the roots of unmeshing teeth are trembling.

I'm not sure if that's caused by the cold or the depressing stuck to my chest.

I just can't take my eyes off the woman in front of me more than the modulation of my body at this moment.

- Mm-hmm.

He fell on the snow, buried half his face in the snow, and the woman was still beautiful.

All I can think of is endless hatred and hell-anger lighting its luxurious body and keeping it alive. The woman was so scratched and in a strange state to be alive.

――――

White, in the snow scenery, around myself and the woman, countless corpses are rolling.

All the despicable beasts, gathered together to devour their lives, to devour them, and not to humiliate their souls, exposed their bodies before the wind of women. Therefore, there are only two living people on this occasion. Myself and the woman, just the two of us.

Is that also, or is it something that will soon be alone or zero?

――――

Something stood slowly beside the finely grumbled woman.

The fingers on both hands are discolored red and black. Significant decrease in body temperature, no sensation in cold fingers. A slight itch is the least you can do with your fingers on your body.

That, trembling his unreliable fingers, manages to lift a stone that is as good as a man's head.

No change of philosophy or say, it's just an affordable stone that was falling.

That unknowingly reassures me that I lifted it.

Compare the stone in your hand to the woman who is falling.

For a moment, that stone in my hand seemed to me to be the face of a woman very similar to the woman who fell.

I might have been smiling. But the last phase to burn in this heart is not only as harsh as a demon, slamming kill and hostility.

I shook up the stone in my hands so I could shake it off.

A thin red eye looking up at the motion said, with a slight voice, but certainly a voice to be heard.

- I'll kill you.

- The sound of the stone slamming against the stiff sounded dull and dull in the snow forest.

It resonated.

- That day, the residence of the Roswar L. Mazers peripheral uncle, quietly collapsed.

Ironically, the first sign of its collapse was the woman who was scratching her feet more desperately than anyone else, failing to sustain herself about the mansion, and it was therefore the act that was vile.

――――

Originally, to Roswar, the lord of the mansion, she had a great debt of gratitude that was difficult to return.

Therefore, when the maid's sisters, who maintained the mansion, were absent, and knew that there was no one to take care of the LORD, they immediately went down to the LORD.

The condition of the changed Lord plugged something terribly, terribly painful into her chest.

Roswar lost light from everything, both the left-right colored eyes that glowed in demons and always seemed confident, and the thinning makeup of the dogma, which sounded odd when it came to bizarre, but which was the ultimate in bizarre and evil taste, as well as costume choices that scratched the aesthetics of others with their nails.

After such a reunion with him, she - Frederica grabbed her fist all the time.

"You can't end up like this. Even for those children, I will."

If I hadn't kept my place, I would have worked hard.

I can't do anything, but I was hoping to do something, and I took action for it.

Moving vigorously to rebuild the mansion, he takes the hand of a girl who will cooperate when he doesn't know, pulls the arm of the Lord sinking in apathy and tiredness, and rushes around every day busily.

There was no time for Frederica, such as stopping her feet.

Occasionally, she looked up diligently, even as her legs seemed to frustrate her hard feelings.

Even if I'm frustrated here, I can't face my loved ones.

Only when, forget to laugh. Forget all the time, we'll be celebrating the night in abundance.

Still diligently, Frederica desperately tries to surround and protect what she loves with her hands so that she doesn't miss the bubbles that scatter on the water.

And yet...

"-"

By the time Frederica realized, everything in the mansion was too late.

White, with the back of her shoe imprisoned in the freezing hallway, she loses sight of where she is.

The sight of the mansion, which you should be familiar with, turns into something distinctly different from what you found out.

A carefully cleaned hallway, a kitchen lost in its daily diet, a routine that ran into the care of those in need, imprisoned in a white and cloudy world in front of Frederica.

And I did it because...

"Great Spirit, Dear..."

"I'm sorry, Frederica. There's nothing wrong with you. - It's just that if I'm trying to protect my most important thing, it's the right thing to do."

I said, washing my face in the air was a kitten with gray body hair.

It was only about the size of a palm ride, but a paranormal being with tremendous power in its little body - the Great Spirit, the Pack.

I don't want to believe it. But there is no longer room for doubt.

He said he was the one who wrapped the mansion in a white end and changed it.

"Why are you doing this..."

"I told you, didn't I? All my actions are for Leah's sake. - Leah agreed to leave the woods because she thought that was what she wanted to do and it was for her safety. But here, it's not worth it anymore. I wonder where he fell off."

――――

"Roswar was a misprospect for me. It's pathetic, it's just a person."

I shook my neck to the side and the pack said away with an emotionless voice.

To the words, Frederica stuffs her breath. And soon, he chewed his sharp fangs,

"- I will not tolerate the Lord as a maid to insult my husband."

"You, too, poor girl. You're the only one who was desperate to protect this place."

"Please stop shaping it in the past. It's not over yet."

Cut. No winning, against the Great Spirit.

Before that Frederica's resistance, the kitten narrowed her round eyes and took pity on her. From tricks to expressions, everywhere a human odor exists, Frederica becomes frowned upon,

"Lady Emilia will mourn."

Hopefully that one word will create a slight hesitation on the Great Spirit and a winning opportunity for Frederica.

But, but...

"I'm sorry, but I'm sweet on Leah. I'm not separated, I'm a cat."

Neither the hesitation of the shards nor the winning chance of fine dust appeared before its great Spirit.

To the difference between herself and the world they see, Frederica bites her back teeth.

I can't make it to any emotions, whether that's regret or sadness.

It was just a white breeze, and that's all, a woman named Frederica, was frozen.

That was the beginning of the collapse of the Roswar Mansion.

When the demon noticed signs of collapse, everything was already too late.

――――

In the ghostly footsteps, the demon walks inside his mansion.

On the back of his shoe, a chunk of chilled air makes a noise and breaks down, and the chilly wind tickles his neck.

I shrugged my neck, and as soon as I did, it seemed strange that I had a physiological reaction to the chills.

In these days, both costume choices and facial makeup were left to Frederica.

That healthy, hard-working girl is still encouraging me to give back in this place where everything is too late and my chest hurts slightly that I'm not supposed to feel anything.

- Roswar's grief was always quietly interrupted.

"Lamb, lem......"

Perhaps it was the loss of the ghost sisters that provided the opportunity.

The presence of the two was an important key that had to be in the plan to bring Roswar to his grief. If it drops zero, and you realize it, Rosewar is alone.

For four hundred years, Roswar was unable to stand on his feet when he realized that the long, wishful path of prayer had been interrupted.

"- Ram."

A name that squeaks, that's the name that leads to the greatest regret.

- Originally, I was considering the possibility of this happening.

On the contrary, I have a bad consciousness of what I'm trying to do, and it's much more likely that this will happen. That's why Roswar was insuring his existence.

When I came to an end, I craved a being who would gladly accept it.

That's what got lost before me drove Roswar's last gear crazy.

――――

So now it was strange for Roswar to walk through the freezing mansion like this.

Already, I must have lost my temper to get up and walk out.

'Sir, please go back to normal. In that case, the two of you...'

Many times, Frederica had called Roswar that.

His temper shriveled, and he sunk in spiritual fatigue, Roswar, and Frederica devoted herself to arousing the impatient and impatient Lord.

So now, the power to walk through the freezing mansion remained in me.

So now, halfway down the aisle walking untargeted, my eyes caught on the view beyond the window.

So now I could see the world freezing white and the blonde girl trying to fight there.

――――

I think he probably thought we had to protect it.

Or maybe it was reflexive behavior.

Reflectively, to the extent that the body determines that it has to do so, there is a residue of thought.

So now Roswar slowly raises his arms, trying to unleash an enormous amount of mana-

"-!"

Moments later, Roswar was barely blinking a bright sword flash, flashing at his neck.

"- Oh, I didn't expect to be able to avoid this. Is it possible that the head court magician is not only magical, but also physical?

A light voice is thrown from behind Roswar.

That's the voice of a young man with dark blue hair who slipped Zori at a rate that scorched the freezing hallway and swung back here.

"It's not what we can do now, as a terminal. I truly admire you."

Zori was underfoot in a blue kimono, and the person dressed badly out of place was slapping himself on the shoulder with a two-wielded knife on his hips, pulling out one of them.

His face is neat and his smile looks good on him. It has impressive childish and prank-like shining eyes, giving others a neutral impression somewhere from a long stretched hair bracket.

However, the clear sword of out of common sense emanating from him - even tens and tens of thousands of people just to be bathed, before the temper of appearing in their slaughtered death, moderate feelings and so on.

"If you remember your arms better than magic, it helps me not to feel heavy either. Anyway, it's against my aesthetics to be too one-sided. No, I'd do it if you told me to, but as much as I could, I just wanted to avoid treating the bad guys."

"As rumors have it, you talk a lot..."

"Huh! Is that my rumor? No, I'm in. Do you think I'm a celebrity here? Hehe, I hope that's not a funny rumor."

A young man scratches his head with a bright smile as he speaks fluently with a pepper.

As he sees how it goes, Roswar sets fire to the thought, which was slow, and shakes it up, in an attempt to string things down on himself.

It is the burning sensation that has developed in my left arm that is helping me with that fever.

――――

"By the way, that arm, if you don't treat it quickly, you're going to lose blood?

"My advice, it hurts."

To the youth's point, Roswar loosens his bloody lost lips.

That Roswar's left arm was so vividly amputated around both arms that it rolled into the hallway so puppetly that it had no sense of realisation whatsoever.

He took his arm with him when he dodged the first blow to the neck.

It is said to be a procedure, Roswar, when he puts his hand on the wound, burns and blocks it with instant flames. A tremendous intense pain crushed the cerebromedulla, but only slightly stiffened the cheeks to get through it.

Seeing that forceful first aid, the youth opens their eyes lightly.

"I thought a wizard was more timid. Anya or something like that... Oh, by the way, Anya is someone I know."

"I know, Ceciles Segmund."

――――

"The head of the Nine Divine Generals, the most powerful warrior in the Vorachian Empire, right? The name of" Blue Thunderlight ", given the position of First General, is also famous in Lugnica."

"It's an honor."

To the low voice of Roswar, the youth - Ceciles Segmund - gracefully salutes.

He behaved soberly and dignified, with no ruse to hide his identity and no reason to falsify his name in the first place.

Looking down at the playful trick, Roswar spilled his exhale.

"Nevertheless, I wonder what this means. Now, I can't believe the Vorachian Empire went into an outrage against the treaty at a time when the next throne of the kingdom of Lugnica is to be decided"

"Oh, that's a misunderstanding. Am I currently closed to the Nine Divine Generals, or am I unemployed? Anyway, it has nothing to do with the Empire, because it is the touch of the average person... the most powerful swordsman of the vagrant."

――――

"I'm not kidding. The Empire is unaware of my actions. Regardless, my loyalty to His Excellency still resides in this breast… I have my own death"

With an exaggerated gesture, Ceciles emphasizes his irrelevance to the Empire. It is difficult to believe that from the head, but it is true that it cannot be solved as the intention of the Empire.

That's why Roswar narrows his left and right colored eyes and asks Cecils.

"If so, I doubt it more. You came here until you abandoned the seat of the first general of the Empire. I don't know what got you that far."

"It's easy. - I was promised the path to the Heavenly Sword and its foothold."

"Heavenly Sword"

To the sound of it, Roswar frowned in good shape.

Seeing it, Ceciles nods deeply, "Yes." The expression remained a laugh, but what was decidedly different was the emotions that dwell in the eyes.

The joy and pleasure of joy and sorrow, through which the 'blue thunder light' slashes people.

But what was in Vorachia's strongest eyes at this moment was not joy or pleasure, but darker colors and fever, in a tangible way...

"It's a grief I've never told the living. If you are called upon to do so, and you can help me with the quote, etc. … it is difficult to accept this opportunity."

"Surprise. You don't look like someone else's puppet."

"Is it not just the subjective difference between being manipulated by others and accepting the stage prepared by fate? I accept the script as the starring actor, the floral shape of this world. [M] On top of that, putting in a dialogue or act that's not in the script is the show of the actor's arm, right?

Shoulder shrugged, Roswar nodded in the eyes of the emotionally returned Cecils again.

I see, and I was afraid of the strength of the core of his claim. Robust It's a philosophy built up as Cecils builds up victory.

Such as bending it, that's what Roswar, who lived four hundred years of obsession, can't do.

His philosophy was even sweet dew for Roswar, who made it a good thing not to change.

"I, too, probably don't hate you. I rather like it. But this is also for me… The Kingdom of Lugnica, the head court magician, Roswar L. Mazers, the borderline uncle, his neck, I'll take it"

Is that his respect, Ceciles, for once, delivers the knife in his hand to the sheath? And when another wave of sword spit, the beautiful sword body was exposed to the world.

The beauty of that knife is just magical, there is one demonic sword with unusual powers...

"- The Knifest," Dream Sword "Masayume"

"Erosing the owner's soul, a wave of the Devil's Sword? - Cecils, can I ask you one thing?

With the overflowing temper in front of him, Rosewar stood his finger in an easygoing state.

Ship arms, blood odors, frontal now unrivalled swordsmen in the freezing atmosphere, to inquire in that situation, Cecilus also leaned his neck in a light manner about out of place,

"What is it? Is that my weakness? If it's my weakness, not listening to people and restlessness after twenty. It was also well on the agenda in the Imperial Council."

"What's your employer's name?

When asked about it, Ceciles raised her brow lightly.

Then put the knife down and pull the back leg. Slowly, tilt your torso forward,

"The muttering is even slapped in the pussy by the villains, the outer roads, the way they do it 'King Solemn Qing'... because you are told to tell them the right name"

Yes, foreshadowing it, Cecillus dampens his lips with his tongue.

Then I told him enough.

――――

The name becomes the spirit, the moment it reaches the tympanic membrane, the mansion floor explodes, and Cecils disappears.

Disappearing from the world is fast enough to illuminate it so.

"Blue Thunderlight" deserved those two names at this moment and approached Thunder.

Therefore, the staggering was momentary.

But in between those moments, Roswar thinly breaks his lips and squeals.

After all, it was you.

The trajectory of The Dream Sword is faster than the word truly gives the world a sound.

However, before everything disappears to the other side, Roswar's consciousness thinks.

I was at the mansion, cheap or not for the girls.

Girls who became a convoluted part of their own grief and, by the way, could not leave any happiness.

- You don't deserve to apologize or have time, and finally, everything disappeared.

The mechanism of "Door Crossing" itself is simple, connecting the doors of the forbidden library to another door.

Because of its simple efficacy, I am proud to say that the applicability of "crossing the door" is high and excellent magic. However, as with any magic, 'crossing the door' is also not omnipotent.

If the mechanism is revealed, usefulness can also be a weakness. That is why the existence of a forbidden library and the effect of 'door-crossing' had to be kept secret from the outside.

Yes, the outside world shouldn't have known.

- So I think this was inevitable.

"How ironic."

The moment he touched the door of the forbidden library, Beatrice understood that he was being invited.

In a wide mansion, even though countless doors exist as an option, Beatrice has no choice and is guided in front of only one door.

Easy way to do that too. - If only the other doors could not be opened.

All you have to do is take away the option of connecting doors.

It was executed firmly and limited to one place where the doors in the mansion would open. And I also halfway understood that the presence that helped make that method happen was my dear brother.

The balance leans because there is no choice. That's the indiscipline of our existence...

So, there's a difference between resenting my brother and something like that. Beatrice therefore opened the door, not holding a grudge against her brother or anything, but merely to quietly relate to it.

- Hi, Beatrice.

Beyond the open door, it called Beatrice at ease, with his hands up.

I remember that voice and attitude. That's why Beatrice's body trembled in fear.

The details do not match the face in memory with the face in front of you.

Even if it was correct as a reproduction of a general memory, it was no longer like someone else.

"What eyes are you looking at?"

Beatrice shakes her neck to the side in front of her faint, faint glance.

Rejection and denial, the more I wanted to add disgust to it, the more it had changed.

Rare, dark hair and black eyes stay put, hair loses luster, eyes glow dull to darker emotions.

Around his eyes floated a neighborhood so colorful that it reminded him of the darkness, his skinny, faded, cheeky face and slightly visible finger blood were blue and white as the dead.

Dressed in black long clothes, skin exposure is minimal - in a uniform costume in black, the orange collar would stand out. That was the only thing that tragically betrayed his impression of depression.

Since then, some years have passed.

But nevertheless, this change goes too far. Is this what changes Ningen?

"You seem to have changed the atmosphere a lot."

"That's what you say. You're no different. Has the growing season fallen? Normally, after two years, you're a little grown-up."

A plundering voice responds lightly to Beatrice's words.

Two years, was it? If that's what we say, I guess the past months are like that.

For Beatrice, such as two years, that's the sense of being as short as blinking. How meaningful years that was for Ningen, especially for the Ningen in front of us.

- Was it a meaningful year to the extent that a man who was a corpse would thus return to revenge?

"Remember, Beatrice. We had dinner together."

"- I don't remember that. I don't think I've ever had dinner with you."

Beatrice frowns at the confronting Ningen's words.

Two, across the street is the dining room on the ground floor of the mansion. A white clothed table, sitting in its middle seat, Ningen threw Beatrice a meaningless question.

In response to that Beatrice, the opponent fingered the neighborhood in his own eye,

"... oh, you're right. You don't know that. Yeah, that was, like, my fault. Always, I'm sorry. I always will."

"What happened... yeah, that's something I can't help asking anymore"

For a moment, hesitation passed through Beatrice's chest.

But the girl killed it with a blink and immediately enclosed unnecessary choices with admonition. Then turn your little palms to the frigid ningen.

There resides a sense of obsessive mission to remain a clerk who guards the forbidden library - or to martyr in a role that no one wants.

"Maybe it's a legitimate right for you to want revenge. But Betty has a role to play. And for that..."

――――

Strong, Beatrice finds herself thorough in his role and stares to stop his outrage.

With that in his eyes, his expression was slightly strong. It also looks like he's trying to indulge in some embarrassing emotions, and Beatrice tries to step into that gap...

"Give me a break, Beatrice. - You promised to protect me?

- At that moment, it was Beatrice who created the deadly impasse.

"......"

contract, Beatrice's whole body stiffened by the shock at the sound of it.

And its rigidity is fixed without solving, independently of Beatrice's will.

It is not caused by spiritual things. Physically, the motion was sealed. It's...

"Patience. It won't work anymore."

Beside Beatrice, one figure appeared to gush from the shadows.

It was a beast man - a wolf-faced, long-lasting man - who wore black kimonos sloppily and put golden xels in his mouth lined with sharp fangs.

He has eyes as thin as thread, looking down at Beatrice as tall as his own hips. I couldn't find any emotion in those hard to see eyes, and Beatrice's throat rang thinly.

"This one..."

"I tied the shadow, that's a Sinobi wonder move like that. You can think of it as ninja. You don't have to worry, it won't take that long.... because you are my benefactor"

Rigid and deprived of his body's freedom, Beatrice has nothing but to hear its voice.

There is no tremor in the words spoken, and there is no error in the memories shared. His eyes fainted as he slowly stood and walked over, but there was no disturbing colour.

Beatrice decided on revenge and why he visited here. But the eyes of Ningen don't seem to Beatrice to be those of the Avengers.

Because I found something to scratch my chest in my black eyes filled with the faint light.

"At that time, thanks to you letting me go, I have me now. I've always wanted to tell you that."

"Well, if this is how you do it... you must be an annoying man.... really, annoying"

"I'm sorry. But I get it, Beatrice."

blocked Beatrice's words from biting his teeth, and he shook his neck loose to the side. Its lips draw the shape of a smile and gently look down at Beatrice.

I wonder, did you remember seeing him smile like this? Really, I allowed him to spend a few hours in a forbidden library, in that time.

To Beatrice, who so recalls, he reaches out and tells.

"- You and I are the same thing."

――――

His eyes go down, and only then, his eyes stand back on the first, really first boy.

Um, a few days back at the mansion, back to him before he went crazy.

"At that time, you saved me from giving up that I had to die and still couldn't throw it out. I still remember that sunset over and over again."

"You..."

"I appreciate it, Beatrice.... Why didn't you kill me then?"

"-"

Was it fulfillment, gratitude, or resentment?

Either way, Beatrice just glanced at the words said with a crying face.

Thus, I accept the effects of what I have done, the despair that has eroded his heart.

Naturally, the infirmity of the stiff body was solved, and the arm that was protruding slipped back. But with his regained freedom, he already has nowhere to resist.

Cause and effect came around, and I was terribly convinced.

"Beatrice, I'm grateful to you. I probably liked you. I think you're the only one in that time who really leaned on me."

"... sucks, it's a confession"

"Different."

To his words, Beatrice responded in an empty mood.

And to his black eyes smiling thinly, Beatrice sees the truth. - That's what I found so familiar with the comatose emotions that live there.

It is an abominable lesion that nests in the chest of many things and eventually devours hope.

- A disease called despair is nesting in him, in himself.

Halibel, get Kunai.

To that call, the beast man standing beside Beatrice raised his eyebrows.

silence, and the beast man, who was bypassing the exchange between the two, swayed the twisted xels up and down,

"... yeah?

"Take Kunai."

Ordered on top of each other, the beast man waved his left arm vertically.

Shortly afterwards, he makes a noise on the dining room floor and a chunk of black steel pierces him. Standing under his feet, he crouched down and pulled through it, confirming with his palms its feeling, which looked firmly heavy.

The dull, shining black iron was in the shape of a life pruning.

"Contract, glad you remembered"

You took advantage of it, but I didn't think so.

But that's really, with a voice that looks away at the joy. I really didn't feel like blaming you.

"You look beautiful with the right colour..."

――――

However, Beatrice's eyes open and a large tear comes to mind.

In a blurred vision, there is a figure of him who sees it calmly. Blinked, tears conveyed cheeks. That's how I wept and wished to see him to the end.

He and I were told that it was the same thing.

Then you must be there, in who you are now.

At that time, what I did may have greatly distorted his life.

If that's how it bounced underneath me.

If he's trying to save Beatrice right now...

"Oh, my God."

――――

Paralyzed, shaking his rigid tongue, Beatrice spins the words.

A spiritual plundering like exhalation stopped his, that movement slightly, standing right in front of him.

He's giving me time. Even a grudge, whatever it was, I could see my readiness.

Ready for that, Beatrice...

"- Are you Betty's," The Man "?

I'm sure he didn't know what the inquiry meant.

Beatrice had no expectations, such as having that answer.

However, at the end of the day, if it comes to me, I have to ask.

"Oh."

- So Beatrice's heart cracked open as he smiled and nodded.

Blessed are the smiles, my dear, the words, the kindness, and the blades that shake up.

"I'm your guy."

At once, a great tear of Shizukuishi passed down the girl's reddish cheeks.

"There's a word in my area that drowning grabs straw."

The man was hearing the voice as he stared at the red carpet laid on the floor.

The distance between the carpet and the man's face is close.

Speaking of close, the man's breathing spacing was also close. The heartbeat keeps ringing like an early bell, and the breath plays like it did right after he ran wild with all his might.

The man was old enough to hang on to his sixtieth birthday.

My son, on the contrary, is proud that my grandson has grown up and has carved out the annual wheel of his life accordingly.

From a standpoint, it was necessary to exchange words and cross with many human beings. That war history is good enough to be proud of people, and I have confidence in the eyes that I see people.

I don't mean to be unpopular, etc., but I intend to be blessed with more talent than I am and to have made progress in enriching my life.

That's why the man couldn't understand whether his current situation was a dream or an illusion.

- The current situation where you are knelt before someone your age is no different than your grandson.

"Straw, you know? I guess I have straw... well, I mean wheat or something like that. So, people who are drowning are so desperate, there's no way it helps to grab them, but it's like they're gonna grab at it."

――――

"To put it plainly, dying humans are a desperate adage to live. I wonder if it's different from the idiotic power of a fire place. You have reversed eyes, but straw is a bad scratch."

Pepper, voices from overhead fluently throw words.

The majority of that sounds like unfavourable language, but you can't miss hearing every word of it. There are a lot of rumors about what will happen to those who are in a bad mood.

Two years after he rose like this, the cruel and gloomy rumors continued.

Representatives of the Order 'Preades', who continue to hunt down and show off the hostile, their families, and those involved, by all means and with the momentum of the bamboo.

People call him unnamed, in praise of his mischievous accomplishments and his rare and disgusting hands.

- "King Solemn Qing" and.

――――

The man kneels at the headquarters of the Order, which only dives into the shadows of the four powers and begins to cow the back society.

It was a building where luxurious dishes, paintings and luxuriously elaborated items were gathered in a nasty way, and it was a reception room where they were invited in as business partners.

The king, the representative, sits on the supreme throne and overlooks the visitors, the throne behind the room - exactly what he deserves to call a treasure.

The sheer appearance and luxurious construction dazzle me when I think of the sum spent. Thousands and two thousand of people's lives don't reach the bottom, the thought of asset violence being slapped in the eye.

Even the ill-conceived can be understood at a glance that it is the exaggeration of the Order's - No, the King's power. Even if there was something I didn't understand, it would have entered this room, but at the end of the day, I would never be able to worship the light outside again, etc.

The boast of power, or proof of financial power, is not limited to anything.

A dozen men lined up sloppily on the wall, all with well-known samurai and mercenaries. How much would it cost to execute it, whether it would be possible to make it obey with money?

If that were to be more than a dozen people, it would take enormous sums of money just to maintain it.

The heterogeneity of existence, which solidifies the left and right of the throne, was sufficient to give the kneeling man a taste of intoxication, wondering whether the highest peaks were aligned among those who move with gold.

- The transcendent, the 'Praiser' Halibel, and the 'Blue Thunderlight' Ceciles Segmund.

Carraraggi Urban State and the Holy Vorachian Empire.

In each of the two countries, two warriors who left their strongest names wanting, consolidate their sides. This, this suddenly emerged Order, the reason why the outrage of the young monks who lead it is allowed, and so on, is no more.

"Mr. Sigurum?

――――

For a moment, they call me by name where I get distracted, and the man - Sigurum's heart freezes.

If you look, King Solemn Qing, with his cheeks on his elbow hanging, is turning his comatose black eyes towards Sigurum with a smiling disappearing expression.

Exactly, Sigurum gasped for the comfort of getting her heart eagled.

Something, if you don't give me an explanation, my lips are searching for oxygen. But King Solemn shrugged his shoulders in such a pathetic reaction of Sigurum.

"Uh, sorry to bore you. It's my bad habit to be out of line. I haven't been able to get to the bottom of this for a long time unless it feels roundabout."

"Yes, uh... that, I am"

"I'm talking."

――――

I put my right hand finger on my lips and the king's left hand was pointing at the man.

Quiet pointing blocks the illustration, and the dodgy sweat wets the man's back. As it were, there was a dozen seconds of freezing silence, and the time passed to feel as long as eternity.

"... excuse me. I didn't mean to threaten you. It's just, you see, the two of us, the people around us, they follow me because I hire them, but you don't, do you? So I don't know...... I want peace of mind, sorry"

――――

Respectfully, the voice is quiet, which is why the anomaly stands out.

King Solemn Qing is polite, pays respect to his opponents and exercises violence without hesitation on them.

The voice of the king, and the words to speak, do not sound like they are conceiving entirely different thoughts on the listening side. Most of them, and young people who don't seem confident, have their eyes narrowed so that they can see through this chest, and all nerves are observing each other's feet.

His dark eyes ask only one question.

- Are you on my side or the enemy?

――――

Whether you are an enemy or not, you should insist so.

However, Sigurum's words are sealed and it is forbidden to return the answer with his voice.

If you speak up, if you respond with your eyes, if you show it with your attitude, will you undermine that mood?

Such fear intertwines the heart of an old man, perpetuating the longest dozen seconds of his life.

I exaggerated this, laughed it off, and not a single one survived.

The way the Order is found is harsh and fruitful with the nest, the centre of the backward society in the four powers, his hands reaching out to the vast majority of them and no longer peeling off.

To survive, there is nothing but not suffering from the disease and overcoming the disease.

And the way to overcome it is to surrender completely in the name of Kyoshun. That's all.

An incurable disease that should not be involved, at last, could not escape from it, and the old man came here.

I've prepared all the answers in advance, and I've come prepared to submit.

But Sigurum finally understands on this occasion that even the idea was sweet.

Breathing becomes painful and lips gasp for oxygen, as if they were tied hands and feet and thrown into the water without movement. On land, in a room, in sight, drowned.

――――

It's not a disease. This was a curse.

King Solemn Qing is ruled by an indelible curse.

Fear to the point of morbidity clouds his eyes and an indelible suspicious demon is eroding his heart.

He's afraid of humans. I fear, doubt, and hate others.

Because he himself has the strongest fear, he leaps to make sure that the same thing does not erode the other and infect the other with the same disease.

The king was the first to speak of what drowned. You were right.

Now, if it helps, Sigurum will try to stick to straw or anything.

"So... yes, we're talking straw. Talking about being desperate to live...... yeah, so I get it. This is how Mr. Sigurum came to us as a result of trying to get through."

――――

"I like people who put their muscles through it. I can trust people a lot more than the guy who suddenly hits me to discuss it. I don't know how much you've heard of our bad rumors, but don't judge me by the rumors.... I don't want to wave as much as I can."

Speaking, King Solemn opened his left hand toward this way. And show them the trick of softly giving away their hands, as shown when they give way to the order in which they speak.

"Ah."

As soon as possible, the breath plucked from Sigurum's lips leaked so that the stiffness could be lifted.

For a moment, I feared it would not hinder the king's nerves, but the youth in front of me would not react. A gutsy silence has barely guided me to the world, it seems.

"Mr. Sigurum?

"Yes, uh... I'm sorry. This is you, the offer is as per the letter I sent you. With the Order, if you will stay with us forever."

Choosing the words carefully and not overly grumpy, Sigurum expressed his position.

After receiving it and King Solemn Qing narrowed his eyes and often conceived, he smiles.

――――

Sigurum is surprised when that smiling expression suddenly appears to be age-appropriate.

And so the king nodded deeply to the astonishing sigurum,

"Let's have a good relationship, Mr. Sigurm. For more information, meet with the person in charge later. This is the smartest choice I've ever made."

"Ah..."

"Keep it up, give my regards to the Order"

Hands up, smiling, King Solemn Qing wraps up the business talks.

Sigurum slowly lifted his body to the word. His kneeling body was stiff and he was about to fall ill unexpectedly, but barely stood, long, and exhaled.

"Thank you, thank you. Thank you for your continued support."

"Mmm."

I managed to hide my tongue paralysis and finish saying it until my last greeting.

And he bows his head to King Solemn Qing, who just nods that he's done for it, and Sigurm falls back.

――――

Blowing through the chest was a storm of relief and accomplishment.

The lead-like tension, which had heavily tied his entire body until a few seconds earlier on, faded, and the man nodded, thinking one by one of the faces and names of the family waiting for him to return, in a naturally lightened foothold.

He said he survived the rough waves and somehow connected his hopes...

――

That's when.

Behind me, there was a slight light noise.

Familiar with the ears, it was the sound of coins.

It looks a lot like the sound of a coin slipping off your palm and falling on the floor.

"Back"

One word, I heard a short voice.

sooner than Sigurm's understanding of what that is -,

――――

The old man's vision tilted, parallel to the floor.

The carpet is closer than when I kneel. - And that was the last time.

――――

Halibel watched with her narrowed eyes as the wreckage of the man with his neck snapped fell.

It's bright.

The old man has no cramps in his hands and feet, and his neck, which fell on the carpet, is unaware of his death. It is a dead, artefact carcass that does not meet the conditions for making a corpse a corpse other than taking its life.

Most of all, corpses are only corpses, and I don't have a hobby for calling them beautiful.

"Oh, yeah... eh"

A boy sitting on the throne holds his mouth when he sees blood erupt from that body.

Already, I should have seen the body again and again and where people turn into corpses, but its nerves remained thin and I never got used to it.

"Command me. Isn't that just blasphemy for the dead? I'm not telling you to get used to corpses, but why don't they at least make an effort to avoid making corpses?

"Even I, I don't like it and I'm killing it... I don't. I'm at the crime scene now that I can't see it directly. That's the least..."

"You're deceiving me."

I put a hand wipe on my mouth and my colleague's words are unforgiving to my employer fighting nausea.

Regardless, it is my colleague - Ceciles - who is right on this occasion. It would be proof of that, that the employer is not angry with it because he is aware that his actions are deceptive.

Thus, to a boy with a blue-white complexion closer to the dead, Ceciles goes on to say "nevertheless". His gaze was directed toward the falling down carcass, the wretched old man.

"I'm more than frightened by the boss's inconsistencies. It's a surprise to see your Excellency suddenly kill you for finishing the discussion so peacefully."

Saying, Cecils swells his cheeks in dissatisfaction. It's not a good trick for a man in his twenties, but the immaturity of his spirit goes hand in hand with it, and Ceciles would look good if he did that trick.

I guess being humanly aesthetic and normal behavior makes it tolerable.

Either way, the servant boy also distorted his cheek to such a rambling allegation of Cecils,

"So you're telling me. Even I didn't want to kill you. Like I said to that person, I wanted to believe it if I could. He didn't even look like a liar."

"So why?

"Because even if you don't look like you're lying, the guy who lies lies lies lies lies."

A boy kneeling on his throne bit his lip at Cecils, who looked strange.

That, only a badly thirsty outlook on life offers a glimpse of a strong will that no one can shake.

Neither Halibel nor Cecile knows what happened to his past.

I guess there were just events in his past that just made him believe it.

Experience like a person who smiles and comes into contact with intimacy, spitting hatred and killing with the same fingers, lips, that he had in his chest with intentions and suspicions and was kind to me.

That experience made this boy learn.

"Pick the sprouts first. Drop branches. I will never, ever be fooled."

Whoa, a boy grabs his shoulder and puts his nails over the cloth on his skin. If you look at the intolerant nail eating, it is clear that the skin is torn and the blood is seeping out.

Nobody stops because they know the proximity to knowing him and his men who have been with him for a long time as a result, that that self-injury is the ritual necessary to preserve themselves.

Eventually you were satisfied with the pain, when the boy stood loose from the throne and

"The body, please clean it up and bury it. And like sending a messenger to that person's store. I'll confiscate them all, but if you obey, you have to be bad. Kill all your family members and burn the store if you want to defy them. Once you have taken over, ask the next person in charge to say hello. So we decide whether to leave it or crush it."

With a pale narrative, instruct the boy to sound like a human being indoors.

It's a big mess of instructions to someone, not someone.

Its call for results alone, not the process, turns the Order well as a result. By concentrating everyone on the handles, not on someone else's, the Order continues to maintain a complete system.

We all have our reasons for doing so and the weakness that we have to.

And everyone does everything they can to risk everything being taken away as a result of someone's opportunism. - It's kind of an ideal work environment.

- For example, families, for example lovers, for example property, for example life and so on.

Using them as insurance and continuing to hold on to safety measures is the doctrine of the man the Order stands for.

It is a cowardly way of fighting a boy who is called King Solemn Qing and is feared.

Boss, I forgot my jacket.

"Oh, thank you"

Standing up, Halibel gently puts a black jacket on the boy's shoulder as he tries to head to the door.

Just weave feathers on your shoulders. Add a word of thanks. - Shortly afterwards, Halibel's mustache captures a slight intent to kill and paralyzes him. Intense. Besides, Halibel lay down his eyes behind the thread.

The source of the murder is the boy in front of you, without having to think about it.

Probably because I stood behind you.

"... Mr. Halibel, I don't want to kill you"

"Ha, if I let him do it, if I didn't kill him. Yes, I won't. If you use it well, yeah."

"But wouldn't it suck to have extra tools and self-destruct or something?... licking p and dying, or too fucking much as a way to lose"

Bumps and a boy sleeves through his jacket as he figured out how to kill the side right behind him.

Listening to those silly words in a mild manner, but the boy's words are no joke. He would try to kill Halibel, if possible.

Now I'm just leaning towards those who don't kill, compared to the hassle of killing and the inadequacy of preparation to kill and the hassle and inadequacy of preparation after killing.

"Boss, boss. Which way do you want to carry the gifts this person brought you?

"The offering...... the contents, what was it?

"What's in it... Oh, that's demon ore. Where did you get my boss's taste? With all this consideration, beheading is more and more pathetic and pathetic."

"It would be at Mr. Ceciles's discretion to drop his neck..."

At the entrance to the room, the called-off boy distorts his cheek hatefully. Then he sighed at the floating Cecillus attitude,

"Demon Ore, please come to my room. Anything else you want."

"Yes, yes, indeed. Then, boss."

"... what is it"

a grumpy voiced boy, Cecillus fingered his eye area at the boy,

"Neighborhood, it's a lot worse. It's time for you to sleep at the princess's?

To Cecile's words, a boy pounds his tongue.

Ceciles laughs it off, but the other men around him harden themselves into tension. Or here, I didn't know you'd be ordered to crusade Ceciles on the grounds of displeasure.

Of course, if that happens, killing Cecils is not a big deal. You throw away all the fighting power in this building, and Halibel is after it?

- I'll think about it.

Fortunately, the boy did not get that short temper, leaving only one word and turning his back.

Thus, indoors where signs of appeasement spread, the men drop off the backs of the delegates who walk away. One, the ease of waving a flickering hand, was also a troubling seed for Halibel.

"I'm not that good at group behavior either..."

Shake the twisted xel up and down, and Halibel follows the back of the boy who goes ahead.

For once, it is Halibel who acts like an escort as the longest side of our relationship. Whether it's in the mansion or outside, no one does him harm.

The former is out of fear, and the latter is because many do not know his existence.

――――

Carefully, Halibel stares at the boy who defines everything with his thin eyes.

The building where he is headquartered is decorated with a wide variety of works of art and paintings, besides the reception, showing off his violent financial strength and preserving his body of dedicated defense.

Showing authority with financial means and boasting of power is a bitter measure to avoid creating unnecessary enemies.

The boy said he would win without fighting, etc., but it could be said to be exactly the ideal.

Regardless, that is, excessive financial power is subject to the jealousy and jealousy of others. Ultimately, no matter what you do, your enemies increase. The boy's way is a good measure for reducing the absolute number.

And if you have fewer enemies, all you have to do is confront them with the quality of violence.

"Mr. Halibel… see, appropriately, that Mr. Ceciles does not erupt"

"Ho ho ho, when I leave it to you. Is the boss with the princess?

"Mmm."

Is it humiliating to accept Cecils' suggestion, distorted cheeks and the boy answers?

As it is, the two feet reach the deepest part of the Order's headquarters - the deepest part of the building, named 'Pandemonium', etc., in front of the door of a strictly protected room.

- The door is locked with so many keys that what you see is warlike.

The quantity of keys approaching fifty truly impresses the seriousness of what was hidden behind this door and the human surroundings and obstinacy and bigotry with which the keys were prepared.

However, the most biased owner of this door is that not a single key matching the keyhole for opening the door exists in the world.

In other words, this door can never be opened in the usual way.

To open it -,

"- Pack"

"Called me to jump out and chatter."

At the boy's call, a gray-haired kitten appeared hollow with a faint voice and an excessive production of light.

A pungent attitude and a loving figure, but the fruit, the Great Spirit with immense power - the pack and the being so called land on the fluffy boy's shoulder.

"Ya haven't seen me in a long time. You want to run errands to Leah?

"Open the door, please"

"Mmm, what, the way you put it. If your father's in a bad mood, he might not let you see his daughter. A little more, leaning on the feeling of a father with a daughter of his age..."

"Pack"

On his shoulder, the boy calls a pack that does a trick to stroke Kaisel's beard.

That, looking at the boy's face covered in a colorful neighborhood, the puck sighs, "Oh man".

"You put up with it again to the point of criticism. I can't help it. I'll spare you that effort."

That said, a scattered bundle points its short hands at the door. And into countless keyless unlocked keyholes, a pale light poured down,

"Hachi"

Immediately afterwards, the light turns to the ice key, which plays the sound of opening behind the keyhole.

How to open a door that can't be opened - creating a key that doesn't exist.

"You're going to blind spot well. If I had a keyhole, I'd be looking for the right key. I'd be in trouble if I could imitate and open it."

"There's also a magic wavelength. If anyone but me does the same thing, they'll be rewarding me and you soon. Besides, I've been with Leah forever."

"Neither is that."

Halibel snorts convincingly at the words of the pack.

With that exchange on his ass, the boy put his hand on the unlocked door and stopped. Behind you, Halibel, standing with a face that doesn't eat, looking up at that face,

"You can go, Mr. Halibel."

"Really? I, too, would like to say hello to the princess once in a while..."

"You can go."

A careless offer was dismissed by a faint allegation.

When that was an absolute rejection, Halibel also received it clearly. If it's not even enough to eat down, Halibel bites Xcel and backs off.

"If anything happens, feel free to call me. Yeah."

――――

With his hands on the door, Halibel turns his back on the boy who turns a vigilant eye.

The corner turned and the boy's gaze was pierced against his back until he was invisible.

Everywhere, vigilant, more timid than cautious, employer and benefactor.

"Oh, I'll tell you what, never, never let me call you."

With such a carefree grunt, Halibel exhaled purple smoke and looked over her head.

Smoke hits the ceiling, runs out of places to go and mists.

- That seemed kind of like an allusion to our own end.

As quiet as I thought he was dead, the boy's sleeping face was something quiet.

――――

Emilia stares at the boy who keeps his head on her lap and falls asleep in the abyss of death.

Around the lid there was a neighborhood so thick that I wondered if it had even been painted with charcoal, and that told the story of the boy's severe lack of sleep and the harsh environment in which he had to be.

"Also, I haven't slept in forever"

"I have no choice. In this kid's current position, he won't have time to rest his mind. That's probably when you come to Leah once in a while."

Touch your forehead and grip your eyelashes with your fingers. To Emilia, who thus frees her sleeping face, a fluffy floating pack wraps her long tail around her stomach and sighs.

As it was, he glanced around Emilia's 'private room'.

It's a white room.

White walls, white floors. White ceilings and white sleepers, white curtains on white furniture and everything in the room is unified in white.

In the meantime, Emilia's wrapped thin sleeping clothes are also white, so it's about pathological.

The extent of the freedom this room has given Emilia. - Imprisoned, in a birdcage.

Although Emilia herself remains lost in terms of incarceration and the use of such words.

"Is Leah still mad about this girl?

"... I don't know"

Emilia hesitated to respond to the puck's inquiry.

Hard to say, not that. I just don't really know where my mind is.

That's what made me angry at first, of course, and I still don't make up for it.

We don't even have time to apologize to each other and be apologized to. Without touching that, only time has faded away, and Nah's routine has just continued.

"But I, because I'm mad at the pack. Don't tell me, until you're ready to take me out on your own."

"I'm sorry. But I had no choice. You can't just leave Leah to Roswell in that state, can you? Just pull it out to a dangerous place and a position, and it's irresponsible if you're the one. In that regard, if it's just the safety of the rear, this place is perfect."

――――

"The idea that I don't want Leah in danger is because I'm with this kid"

So Pack agreed to the confidential offer to take Emilia away from the Roswar mansion, executed her departure from the king's race without hesitation and spared no cooperation with the Order.

And only Emilia knows nothing, and if she finds out, in this white room, the caged bird of captivity...

However, Emilia also understands that she doesn't deserve to blame for that pack's judgment.

"After all, I couldn't do anything..."

The king's race to determine the next king of the kingdom of Lugnica - in that battle, Emilia spoiled the defeat, both seemingly and indestructibly, which was also undefeated.

The biggest cause of this was the refusal of the king's candidate to participate in the gathered meeting and, consequently, his inadmissibility to participate in the king's race. It also meant the loss of the legs of Roswar L. Mazers, a patron of Emilia, and his own disorder.

Early on, Emilia showed no willingness to participate in the king's race, her patron, Roswar, disqualified her, and the Emilia faction disqualified her first function as a faction before.

As a result, Emilia took the form of being removed from the ladder and was considered undefeated while unable to do anything.

"... my, wish"

It was about creating a world free of discrimination.

It should have been Emilia's wish, though awkward, to be a half elf or a place where birth would not be an absolute appreciation of her subsequent life, to create such an environment.

But the wish disappeared beyond the story of the dream, with no hesitation to speak.

The liberation of Emilia's homeland, which preceded those wishes - and the continued sleep in the land of the Ellior Great Forest - also failed to rescue the fellows who turned into ice statues.

"As it were, if you were in a sloppy, shelterless mansion, you should have gone back to the woods, but Leah couldn't do it either. Exactly, I was surprised when I first heard from the envoy."

"... wow, I'm surprised. Because."

Because Emilia thought the boy who came here and reunited her was dead.

- The non-participation in the king's race, it was the death of the servant girl in the mansion who determined its fate.

The girl, Rem, who was the first victim in the commotion where the Warcraft began. It was an outsider boy who was just staying at the mansion who was suspected of her involvement in the death.

The suspected boy couldn't stand it and escaped. After the boy, Ram, Rem's sister, also flew out of the mansion - as it were, he did not return.

That's probably where the meltdown started.

It wasn't until after the damage spread to the nearby villages and the already irrevocable Great Failure overlapped that Lem's death was found to be the cause of the Warcraft's curse.

In the wake of the Warcraft disturbance, Roswar loses his legs without taking advantage of the opportunity for salvation. Emilia was also subjected to an indestructible humiliation without being able to express her participation in the king's race, and the mansion steadily walked away to the worse of the worse, to the collapse no one wanted.

That's when it happened.

The boy who was supposed to be gone that day picked up Emilia, who had been struck by a feeling of helplessness that couldn't change anything, and who was having a slow day.

――――

To the pack, as I answered. Emilia was angry with the boy.

In view of this circumstance, there was no explanation, and in the first place, you didn't say anything to me when I was gone or when I was coming back, and you took yourself out so suddenly.

The world surrounding Emilia began to collapse even though he might have been the hang-up.

And yet...

"That's how..."

To Emilia, who was reunited, the boy, with a weak face, tired of anxiety and fear, with a face worse than it is now, stuck, crying and begging for salvation.

So Emilia forgot to be angry with the boy who cries like a child.

Sweet, maybe. Cheap, maybe.

Still, Emilia didn't think her way was splendid enough to cry like a child and end up scolding a boy who exposed herself to sleep like a baby.

That way, the only time a boy visits under Emilia is when he comes to seek salvation.

He comes under Emilia and doesn't say a word about what he has done outside the room, just follows his hard feelings and deposits his life on Emilia's lap.

Whether you receive it as the trust of the Spirit or as a humiliation that is sweetly seen from the bottom of your heart, it is up to Emilia, who has not been able to give either answer.

"I'm sure this is amazing and unhealthy..."

As much as this isn't normal, Emilia, who knows nothing about it, can tell.

But here to Emilia, I can't prove how I am, other than to take the tears of a stirring boy and keep staring at him sinking into the tranquility of a moment.

――――

Boys visit under Emilia once every ten days, in terms of frequency.

Other than that, I'm sure, he even wastes his time sleeping and he keeps scratching his feet desperately.

Many, do not exchange words.

However, this is how Emilia sees the boy visiting under her once every ten days.

"... of Subaru, Otanconas"

- Maybe, waiting for you, Emilia had such a consciousness.

- If the bounced gold coin shows the back, it just kills anyone.

Frederica can't hide her disgust emotions in such an unusual way about her husband.

Cleaning up the neckless body that rolled between the receptions, Frederica replaces the dirty carpet and then prepares the meal for the mercenaries in the 'Pandemonium'.

"Throw someone else's destiny into literal luck... are you going to be a god too?

In the wake of the backdrop in which the body became a corpse, Frederica chewed her sharp fangs and suppressed her mind trembling in anger, also responsible for her own inferiority.

Frederica Baumann is employed by the Order because she is the mistress of the Order's representative, the "Solemn King of Qing" - so rumored Emilia, she hears, has made a strong plea.

That day, Frederica, convinced that the mansion was filled with white, frozen cold air and that she, too, had taken her life by the great spirits who had betrayed her, woke up here, however, for whatever cause.

Since then, a position where the collar has been fitted and used as a maid here, to the detest of opponents.

How unwieldy can you be so irrational to see yourself working?

- Sir, excuse me.

The meal to my husband will be carried directly to my room by Frederica.

It is not left to anyone but Frederica, and the delegates do not speak except for the meals made by Frederica. It's an honor and I have no heart to think of it that way.

In the first place, that's not why Frederica left the flavor and trust to her. It's just that Frederica needs to be so sure if she doesn't imitate it stupid.

"Get in."

Numerous sounds of keys being removed and uncalled for orders allowed Frederica to enter the room.

As instructed, Frederica steps into the Lord's room with the cart carrying the meal.

The Lord's room, unlike the interiors and decorations of luxurious buildings, was a boring room that was very simple except for its size and, in other words, unhumane.

There are tons of books in the four corners of the room, which also do not choose the field and are suitably packed with clutterfully collected books, making it an intolerable space for a few surface fredericas. This husband strongly dislikes offering to clean the room.

Perhaps you're wary of being able to set something up in your room.

I know I can't do that, and still be wary of it is more of a cowardly exposition than prudence - a terrible, despisable ugliness.

"Sir, this, the falling paperwork, as usual?

"...... hmm. Oh, please. Let me see if he understands."

Say, what my husband waves and shows, seemingly uninterested, are a number of sentences written and beaten with dirty letters, scattered on the floor of the room.

At first glance, the pieces of paper are likely to be cleaned up as mere write-offs, but the fruit is that this is the financial resource of this Order - the numerous cuts of mystery, brought about by King Solemn Qing.

"Around there, it may not be very useful.... I have no idea how an engine or anything like that works. After all, a meal relationship is the easiest to understand..."

My husband looking somewhere, not here, with a bump and a grunt.

What he speaks of is knowledge and culture that no one has ever seen, discovered, or realized before, its threads, or its point of reach.

If you meet people, a brunette boy who keeps making extraordinary decisions - but he is given the gift of being a pioneer of culture, either a prank of fate or carrying a number of rare ideas.

A slice of much knowledge he had spoken ignited the wise men who were smoking in the field.

Wise men test and argue foolishly and honestly about the boy's bullshit, which shows a one-legged jump at an irresolvable point of reach to a constant man, and finally establish it as one theory.

As a result, it generated enormous profits and raised a boy with nothing into a great villain.

"Now, don't make me laugh at temples with modern knowledge"

Frederica knows her husband, who was honored for his accomplishments before, spilled such a grunt. Even that he wasn't laughing at all when he mouthed it.

Whatever it is that makes a lot of people unhappy, but also creates a lot of happiness is the cruelty of this brunette husband.

Even beings that are humanly to be spit on have a definite value in their brains.

As difficult as this is to deal with, there must be no two of us in the world. - In that respect. Maybe I felt like Roswar.

――――

"Frederica, eat. Take a sip first."

Even while thinking about it, Teiki and Frederica will continue to prepare their meals.

This boy looks galloping with only bones and skin. It's not that the food is thin, it's probably that big of a mental thing.

I see my liver thinning and putting it back often instead of hurting, taking away and buying grudges from many. I don't feel good as a diner, but I want to throw up, so I'm throwing up.

"Sir, now"

The prepared meal is for two for some reason.

Place all the menus for two, double the plates and arrange them on the table. Then it will be useful until Frederica sips and poisons all the plate meals.

I've never thought about poisoning you. I want to, until.

However, for Frederica, her work as a maid is an important part of her life. The people who taught me, the people involved, think of them, I don't want an outrage.

"Well, I'm out, if you need anything"

"Mmm."

During the meal, my husband doesn't want to be seen.

For this reason, Frederica, having finished preparing her meal, will be leaving the room in anticipation of the meeting when it is over.

Even this day, that's how I left the room and thought of waiting outside - and, uh, caught my eye.

spread on the desk. It looked like a roster lined with the names of the members of the Order.

Well, next to the roster, I see gold coins being placed.

Moment after moment, Frederica realizes what it means, she can't hide her fear running up her back.

"My husband..."

"Frederica"

Looking back, an empty black eye was staring at Frederica as she tried to call her husband.

In that empty darkness, Frederica breathes. In front of her like that, her husband slowly walks over to her desk and closes the roster that was open.

Then you lift the gold coin right next to it and put it on your thumb,

"- Table"

With a slight sound, the played gold coin falls into his left hand. The boy, who received it and checked the front and back, smiles at Frederica.

"Table, Frederica. - My brother and my grandmother are safe."

"-"

"Get out. Don't come in until you tell me it's okay."

To his husband's words, Frederica no longer replies, nodding like a doll.

And he left the room with his cheeks wet with a hot Shizuku, unable to hide the tears that engulfed him. Soon afterwards, Frederica covers her face and runs out.

"Ugh, uhh... uhh!

I can't tell anyone, nothing. It is unacceptable to reveal.

How did this happen?

Why has this happened?

Where have those mansion days gone far and far - those days gone, with the not-so-cute juniors, the cute juniors and the troubled masters?

- Upon receiving a communication from the envoy, Ceciles closed one eye and looked up to the moon.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm"

Keep your neck twisted, hips twisted, and lean to the point where your long hair rubs the ground.

Originally, I'm not good at thinking. Ceciles is a life of no learning and no one intends to learn in the first place, a lifetime, about twenty years, but there is only one thing, such as what we have spent.

I'm just proud to be a swordsman, waving a sword. A few stars frost.

Because that was all my life, it was true that I wanted to be spared the difficult things.

"Well, what is it? As far as I'm concerned."

Wake up the body that was tilting, Cecillus pays off the hair that rubbed the floor. Then he spits the knife on his hips and looks back like he dances,

"Hey, Mr. Halibel. What do you think of that?

"- What, when you're so grand, you're more ashamed of me for killing your breath?"

The castle - a pandemonium balcony, a space where the moon looks down into the peeking sky, where the beast's synovies appear, stained from the slightest shadow.

Being seen through his hidden form, Halibel scratched his head and walked over to Cecils, his unwieldy face.

Putting the xelle out of the nostrils and dropping the fire on the tip of the twist, it inhales and spits out the purple smoke.

"Who did that sneaky trick earlier?

"Is that it? For once, I'm one of the Nine Divine Generals... Well, if you hit Mr. Halibel, the most powerful synovie, you can't help but find him."

"Mr. Se, there's no point in hiding anything. Now that Mr. Se hasn't cut off from the Vorachian Empire at all, isn't that true?

"But didn't Mr. Halibel know all along about that?

――――

Halibel, with a troubled windy grin, deepens his grin at Cecils' allegations.

I also honestly found out to Cecile that that was not what denial meant.

"Originally, it was your honor to cooperate with the boss. Of course, I'm not lying that my boss asked me to come over because he fumbled over to complain about my invitation."

"With the collar of the Empire... Sue's movements are easy to make into her country's own interests if she can be moderately guided. I don't know where it's coming from. Knowledge was easier to accept in Kararagi and Volakia than in Lugnica and Gusteco."

Yes, sir.

Get your hands on the kimono, and Cecillus affirms the fact that it was an intermediate.

Ceciles is cooperating with the Order, as declared, at the behest of Emperor Vorachia. Nevertheless, the emperor has also understood the temperament of Cecilus, so he has not received any detailed instructions for this. I can't even remember asking.

It's just that the role of Cecils, who was terminally ordained -,

"If you're other than Your Excellency, you can kill the person the boss ordered you to kill. Just like always."

"Mr. Se, aren't you more like an assassin than I am in Sinobi?

"No, that's just not true. Because I can't dive all the way into the water, poison my body, gush out of the shadows."

Waving his hand and head, he humbled himself, and Ceciles honestly admits the differences in the field.

As Sinobi, as an assassin, I am not far from Halibel. Instead, if it were to be a head-on battle, Halibel would not extend to Ceciles.

"So, I ran into exactly the scene where I was meeting with an envoy, what would you do? Do you want to try to die with me?

"Sora, depending on the content of the envoy."

"Hmm, what's its contents"

"If I can kill Sue, I have to fight to stop her."

Pinch the xel against your finger and Halibel's hair, which exhales purple smoke, shakes in the cold night breeze.

"I see," Ceciles nods, being pronounced to fight his life for his master.

"I've been wondering, how could Mr. Halibel be for the boss? I'm your orders. I'm not serious loyalty."

"Gratuity"

"-. Something that Mr. Halibel would be grateful for?

An unexpected word pops up and Ceciles hears back with an honest surprise. It's glamour that some people curse, but Halibel didn't take it that way.

However, Halibel looks up at the missing moon in the night sky -,

"When I met Sue, you had a little incident at the edge of Kararagi. Well, I did the case of the Four Spirits Involvement... so Sue put it away."

"Heh, four spirits! I know, but we can't have a conversation, can we? I can't believe it calms me down... that I'm stronger than I thought I was the boss..."

"Shit. Don't take it belligerently. Yeah. What the... Well, I don't know what's the direct determinant of that. Occasionally, Sue shows you a different kind of foresight. Like that, I did that."

Returning the spitting sword, Ceciles closes one eye to Halibel's description.

The subtly convincing and unpleasant atmosphere is due to the fact that Cecils, in some respects, appreciates the boy who is the boss.

Halibel said it was an unusual prefix, but Cecils doesn't see it that way.

I think of it as a weapon to be prepared in all things, but a dead, cowardly weapon. And Ceciles honors and favors the strong.

Whatever way it is fought, admit what is greedy to win as a warrior.

"Well, I'm a swordsman among them, so swords burn with each other the best they can,"

"Mr. Se, Mr. Se, have you talked about me yet? Yeah?

"Right, enough is enough. Either way, I've never suspected Mr. Halibel or anything like that. Unlike an empire, a city state can be more trustworthy than being told that the thoughts of its head are intertwined..."

In response, Halibel drops her shoulder in some weakness. To the trick Ceciles tilted his neck, then slapped his hand as he recalled "Oh".

"Yeah, yeah, I forgot. I just heard from a secret envoy."

And he said, "Well, maybe you should tell me."

"If we don't talk, I thought we might have a lot of trouble. Actually."

So Ceciles said to Halibel with a full smile.

"- It seems the kingdom is seriously going to destroy the Order now that the former Borderline Buddhist Killer has come to light."

- So pale, the moment of the end comes.

"Thank you very much for coming true today."

Having said that, the young man, who was put through to the reception as a guest, confronted the 'Solemn King' with dignity.

――――

A man who kills many, holds many lives, and supposedly holds many weaknesses.

Before that, there were many things that tried to keep calm, things that were strong, things like that...

"- Something grand and amazing. You wouldn't be that different from me."

"-. Sudden compliments, I'm afraid"

It was a skinny young man with a black suit and tie who lowered his head.

He has a soft face, but there's a glimpse of some dim darkness behind his eyes. The grin that's floating is probably fake, too, and besides, it deserves to be seen through.

It's not a throw, but it's got a lot of nerve. - He was a young man with a chiggly impression.

"Uh, you sure..."

"Actually, in the near future, I would like to do a lot of extensive business with this one. So first, I would like to say hello to the Order and give them a gift."

"I see, that's, well, thank you for your concern"

I feel good about trying to advance my role.

Apprentice the attitude, and the boy also tries to be thorough in his pale work.

"Here's the offering. - The delegate asked if you wanted this."

"Heh."

The offering offered by the youth, carried in by the squire, blinded by it that opened the lid.

There were tons of stones - demon ore - packed in there, and the concentration of mana full of indoors thickened for a time, as evidenced by the high degree of purity.

That, staring at the offering, King Solemn Qing mutters.

"How many colors?

――

"Is there a lot of red and blue? But when you look in the back, the yellow and green also look... all together and feel. Oh, you're so considerate."

For the first time, the youth hesitated to ask questions that didn't make sense.

On behalf of that young man, it was Ceciles who answered, lined up beside the king. In response to the report of its Ceciles, the king nodded sternly,

"Well, I appreciate that. Careful, I'll certainly take it. Uh..."

"It belongs to Russell Fellow."

"Mm, okay. You know, Russell Fellow's, right? Very well. If you have any problems…"

So King Solemn hangs up his words.

The reason is that the messenger's youth spread their hands to block the words.

For a moment, the signs of squeaking indoors spread. The guards colored what King Solemn Qing would react to his deeds, blocking the king's words.

But in the meantime, only Halibel and Cecile, and the youth of the party, calmly,

"Wait. Actually, it's not the only gift yet."

"- Heh. Increasingly, I'm impressed."

In response to the words of the ensuing youth, the king replies so and the tension fades slightly.

Thus, in a place where some tension faded, the youth nodded deeply.

And -,

"- From the kingdom of Lugnica to the barbarity of King Solemn Qing, he says it's a payback."

- Immediately afterwards, the generated white light swallows the entire intersection and crushes it.

A tremendous stream of light transforms the sumptuous interfaces into white dust by swallowing the Magic Castle Pandemonium as if it were purified.

Without knowing what had happened, what had been evaporated by the white light, eighteen people - all remembered in their arms and were warriors of fame, but that was no longer of the same character.

Even if there's a way to tell them the facts that evaporated, I can't believe who I am alone.

- Where the blow that evaporated us was done by just a swing of a sword, etc.

Collapse, home of the Order.

The presence of the glow that blows up and reigns in that place where the major things were gathered.

Dyed his hands on numerous evil deeds, "Solemn King" was finally certified as the enemy of the world.

To discuss its existence, the assassins sent out by the kingdom of the pro-Dragon, that's what -,

"- Reinhardt van Astrea, the family line of 'Sword Saint'"

The Irrational Hammer of God, which ruins all efforts, manifested itself.

In the destroyed reception, the man stood gently.

Blue eyes that capture the sky on the burning redhead, the knight in the knight who leaves no stain in his white Kingsguard uniform, which is like a single painting, standing.

In the hands of that knight, the holy sword that had been held was shattered and scattered.

In just one swing, steel forged by a famous artisan who has left the world famous is easily turned into dust. At that price, a man who has overlapped countless barbarities and a whole reticle of them -,

"- You know it's not as cute a deal as it can be, right?

――――

Thrusting through the smoke at lightning speed, an awesome sword strike is slammed against Reinhardt.

Exactly, the thunderous sound of shock rang, and the length of "Sword Saint" was bounced wide behind him. However, he has not been slaughtered. - Of the love sword, I take it with my sheath.

Instead of holding it in his hand, Reinhardt, who twisted himself and took the slaughter with his sheath, the young man who fired a blow - Ceciles whistled at his curvy behavior.

"No, not at all, same human separation... I'm glad you haven't changed, Mr. Reinhardt"

I'm not going to be very happy about this reunion, Lord Ceciles.

Cecils shoulders the 'Evil Sword' mullah shark who kicked the dusty floor in Zori and pulled it out. Reinhardt frowns at the blow and greeting instead of that greeting.

And when you gaze into the back of the sunny, creeping room of smoke,

"... Didn't you get it"

"Oh, you didn't get it to the boss. Well, it was a blow to where me and Mr. Halibel were protecting it, so it was a rather difficult place. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, I didn't make any moves to protect my boss, so,

With that said, behind the room where Cecile snorted with his chin in the potent weather - on the sunny throne of smoke, there is the 'Solemn King' with his cheek wand and the figure of Halibel, the werewolf who sheltered it behind his back.

Halibel exhales purple smoke from a pixel in his mouth,

"Mr. Se, correction. Because this is not my feat."

"Huh! Well, no way, my secret power..."

"It's not like that. This is what Sue did.... this throne seems to be protected by force and power. Neither have we."

Halibel shook her neck to the side of Cecile, staring at her own hand as a mess.

And behind that Halibel, the 'Solemn King of Qing', who was sitting on the throne, rose. Then he grabbed an orange collar wrapped around his neck,

"- I've been watching one of your shots in the stolen goods store. You've decided to be ready."

He crooked his cheeks and had a terribly painful grin.

That was the "Solemn King" - no, of Natsuki Subaru and Reinhardt, reunion.

"Subaru......!

"You pulled the off label, Reinhardt. If you hadn't helped me with the stolen goods, this wouldn't have happened by now. - In that case, you wouldn't have even met your dear husband, so I guess not for you?

"-"

Subaru tongued Reinhardt as he peered in from behind Halibel.

In its spicy shape, Reinhardt stiffens his cheeks as he remembers the pain. Subaru was staring into the blue eyes shaking sadly and making a look as hateful as a demon.

That's, uh, the look scratched off,

"- What is it? I knew you'd stay black and white."

"-? Black and white? What the hell..."

"Shut up, you liar. - Well, you can't kill him."

With the frozen voice of his emotions, Subaru diverts his attention from Reinhardt in a distracted breeze. As it were, after slapping Halibel on the shoulder, he stared at Cecils confronting Reinhardt,

"Ceciles, you can do whatever you want. I'm not interested anymore."

"-. I don't know, because apparently what you see is different between me and the boss. Thank you, we'll have a good opponent."

"What you see is different...... Ha, that makes sense. You're gonna make me laugh till the end."

Subaru knocked on his knees for fun about what was interesting about Cecils' words.

Then, soon, the laughter disappeared,

"That was a lot of fun, Cecils. You didn't taste weak and you didn't like it."

"I'm that one. - I'm afraid of mayonnaise."

"Ha!"

Subaru laughed with a heartfelt delight at Cecils, who said shaggy.

The figure of Subaru sinks into the shadows in a way that can be held by Halibel. As it is, Subaru and Halibel leave this situation in distress -.

"Wait! Still talking..."

"- It's over," Sword Saint ". If you don't want it to end, catch up and start again. Before that, loyal men will stand when it comes to the loyalty of the Solemn King."

"Ku......"

Reinhardt trying to chase the disappeared Subaru, a slaughter passes under his feet.

The blow that slashed the floor to the horizontal line is a flash outside the norm that the overwhelming sword speed can do, not even showing the moment it was pulled out, a wave of what reached the edge of the sword.

"Hate and it's too early for you to give me that rating. I'm still on my way up the mountain. I think if we can get over it, we can make it."

"To, where"

"Whatever, Heavenly Sword"

Moments, the air makes a tense noise, and you can see it slashed and torn, dying.

A swordsman who has truly reached the extreme of one sword - no, the clear sword of a swordsman. It no longer reaches the realm of demonization and also causes things that are incalculable in common sense.

The incarnation of the sword that sits there just touches the sword and kills the unseen as well.

"I was waiting for this time. - When I can exchange my sword with you."

"... Lord Ceciles, you and I have already paired up before. That arrangement meant a lot to me, too. How could you?"

"Naturally, if we are to wave a sword. - On the dead line, only visible."

The second knife, the 'Evil Sword' Muras Shark, is pulled out with a demonic glow.

The most knife, 'Dream Sword' Masayume strips out her body so beautiful that she hopes to be slashed.

Ten waves of demon swords, famous swords, and holy swords that exist in the world, two of which - no,

"-" Dragon Sword "Reid"

Always beside "Sword Saint", a sword that will never be pulled out except by the enemy who deserves "Sword Saint" exposes its white and radiant body to the atmosphere.

There is a difference between feeling the sound on the blade that has been pulled out because the dragon sword is praising it.

"You know that, Mr. Reinhardt. There's a wall in front of us."

Each other, with holy swords, demon swords and dragon swords, super beings face each other.

Distances shrink as they twist, the world fears collision, and the atmosphere becomes distorted.

"What has reached one realm is what blocks the path ahead by the wall. Some of you will give up on that wall that you can't cross no matter what. But that's impossible for me. I can't be me if I don't cross that wall."

――――

"I came there, and I had an invitation from the boss. How to cross the wall...... well, in other words, how to cross swords with you on the dead line, when you seriously feed on the taking of life. It was just a thought on the straw."

"On straw...?

"What drowns, he said, means"

That is the only solution that Ceciles Segmund has come to this occasion.

Or was it imperative when you were told what you wanted to be a swordsman?

To the 'Sword Saint' who opened his eyes, Cecillus dampened his lips.

And "Blue Thunderlight," which kills people with a laugh, a smile, tells.

"You are drowning, Lord Reinhardt van Astrea. Let my employer tell me that we are all drowning in something that we want strongly. I've never seen it before. It's called" Oonavara "and it keeps drowning."

――――

Breathtaking, Reinhardt.

There, Cecile, who lays low and holds two swords, takes Zori off.

"- Swordsman, Ceciles Segmund"

Vorachian Empire, First General, 'Blue Thunderlight' - no extra titles needed, etc.

Make yourself one swordsman and hope for a way to Heavenly Sword.

- The thunder, the thunder, crushes the pandemonium.

There was a blood splash.

- Severe earthquakes persist on the pandemonium.

The aftermath of the battle brings heavy shaking and shock to Emilia's private room.

Emilia was pressed to make a choice as she watched the lights fishing down from the ceiling shake heavily and the dust scattered.

――――

Stay here, that's what they say.

Or it even seemed like a "stay here" plea.

Should we believe that and wait, or should we ignore that and jump out?

Keep sending your choices ahead as you get lost in your place and the way your mind is.

But...

- Leah, we're gonna settle this.

"Huh..."

Puck speaks that way to Emilia on the sleeping table as the swing of the fierce battle continues. Seeing the universe with trembling purple blue eyes, a pack with short arms was squealing a small nose.

Allegedly settled, Emilia is breathtaking.

Also, I couldn't do anything.

Accept the result by sending the selection forward and not selecting it.

I know half the time that's a cowardly deed, and I am again...

To him, trying to put his attitude towards Subaru on hold -,

"- I have Reinhardt. Subaru's, you lose."

――――

Such Emilia's thoughts froze into the words of a pack that went on.

"Huh."

Unshaped thoughts, spilling unspoken voices, Emilia opens her eyes.

Upon hearing of the settlement, Emilia was convinced of Subaru's victory. Emilia understands for the first time at this moment that she never doubted it.

Natsuki Subaru is not defeated.

No matter what kind of opponent you are, you will always win the weapon with unsolicited reason and strong human mistrust. Use all things as pawns, manipulate all conceivable gestures, and destroy any enemy.

And tired of thinking, visiting under Emilia in search of peace of mind for a moment...

Be sure, when Subaru came to himself, Emilia believed.

"Until today, I never made Leah make a hasty choice, but not this time, I guess. It's time to choose."

"Choose, say..."

"Stay here or get out of here."

There was certainty in the words of the pale pack as to how far he knew.

Whoa, the pack is looking down at Emilia holding the sheet. That look is usually floating. That's no fine dust, just a strong color to pity my sweet love.

The gaze of a lost beloved child, anxious about his journey, is the gaze of his parents.

"It looks like Subaru was controlling the information well. There is no indication of Leah's involvement in the Order's activities. Well, I'm not really involved with Leah, but I've been with her for a long time, so anyone who pushes evil will come out, and it's a necessary measure."

"I'm not involved, so what was my position?

"They took me away from Roswar and they treated me like I was incarcerated. The kids who are trying to destroy the pandemonium now seem to be the rescue team that came to help you."

To an unexpected explanation, Emilia is just stunned.

It is true that Emilia was taken from under Roswar independently of her will. And it's also true that I was angry about that and neglected about Subaru.

But it was also true that he did not reject Subaru, who sought salvation, and that he had overlooked his efforts to keep time with Emilia.

Take that. Can you say that Emilia had nothing to do with the way he was?

Isn't that the extreme of insistence and shamelessness?

"Leah, if you wait here long enough, the rescue team will help you as a pathetic princess. But..."

Talking like a whisper, the pack lands over Emilia's thin shoulder. And the continuation of the unspoken words of the cat spirits scratching their cheeks was painfully clear to Emilia.

If you wait, you'll be rescued as a victim.

But if Emilia leaves this place herself, it's a free-willed assailant.

Before that fact, the patrol did not last a second.

――――

Standing up Emilia touches the only door in the white room.

In order to open it from the outside, it will require the personal authentication of a complex surgical ceremony, which is a doorway that cannot be accessed except by Subaru and his caregiver Frederica.

As soon as Emilia puts her hand from the inside, the technique crumbles without a trace.

"Subaru's, Otanconas..."

Emilia murmured with a fine voice as she sought traces of the crushed surgical ceremony in her palms.

Originally, this technique was set to be easily broken by Emilia alone. This means Subaru was able to escape whenever Emilia wanted to.

The door to the birdcage had always been broken with one caged bird's determination.

That's what Emilia just had Subaru bracketing his high if he didn't run away?

Or was it Subaru's tenderness to respect Emilia's will to escape?

I wanted to hear the answer from Subaru's mouth.

- That was Emilia's chosen answer, at the end of the time when she had no choice.

While being taken out of the reception room and running in the castle with Halibel, "King Solemn Qing," the boy, the boss, the master, he, - Natsuki Subaru, was laughing low.

"I should have taken the felts as hostages..."

Would that have tied Reinhardt's movements?

- No, it seems more likely than not that you'll be buying Reinhardt's wrath and fighting the 'Kensei' powered by that power.

By the way, it was a flow as simulated.

Probably had a feeling this would happen when the pandemonium fell.

"I guess the big boss temptation in the back society was a bit of fun too..."

Think back. Way to go.

Damn, how hard it's been. Take control of the other person's life, taking that life at random, while gripping the weakness of many people and being turned against -.

- No, at random, I didn't say no.

If they thought it was a play, that's a big misunderstanding.

Though I have never thought about it because there is no point in trying to figure it out or trying.

- Subaru was afraid of humans. It was awkward.

On the surface, he smiles at me and actually holds one thing in his belly. It was horrible how such a human being could hide the truth and move without countless thoughts.

It makes it absurd to consider that whether or not the person you are with can be believed.

That's why Subaru decided to simplify the relationship.

All humans lie.

On top of that, the establishment of a world without any problems, even if all humans hated Subaru.

Any human being has a weak taste. A family, a lover, a fortune, a dream, hope.

So...

"- I wish I could grip human weakness around the world"

That will finally make Subaru better off without anyone having to doubt it.

In the world of monochrome, in a world without believable colorfulness, feed and appease hatred.

――――

Halibel is taking Subaru and running away with me.

That Halibel figure is invisible to Subaru in the form of truth. - In Subaru, his appearance looks monochromatic. White and black, just two colors.

――――

It's not just Halibel's story that looks monochromatic.

Now the world that looked Subaru, everything was losing color and shifting to two colors.

People, objects, paintings, conditioning, gems, demon ore, blood, water, white and black.

I can't tell the difference between blood and water, I can't tell the difference between soup and poison.

Everything is monochrome. It's monochrome.

There were a few things in the world that looked colorful to Subaru.

Subaru believes that's the real deal.

Subaru believes that everything else is fake.

Beatrice did.

Emilia did.

The rest, the only, the rest.

Anyway, everything else, Subaru can't believe it.

Everything else that comes from it literally looks faded.

I won't lie, just the real thing.

Live or kill Natsuki Subaru, only the real one has the right to decide.

"... I was kind of hoping for Reinhardt."

Maybe before those days - really, I was hoping that those involved before the cut-off event of losing color would continue to be there without fading.

But even the first person I see looks like a monochrome Subaru. Such expectations were pale, and that vibrant Reinhardt looked like a gray chunk to Subaru. It looked thin and dirty.

Reinhardt is also a son of man.

I'm sure he's alive, too, keeping lying. That's all there is to it.

"Sir -!"

A high voice calls the Subaru running around the castle from side to side on the lid.

Seeing, it was Frederica, a long-haired, long-lasting maid, running from across the hallway. I can't color code, but the guy with the strong facial claims is easy to remember.

Subaru secretly liked Frederica. So...

"Ready - heh!

I think there's something cute about stepping in and screaming for your life in discipline.

Regardless, Frederica's actions will not result in the strongest eye spill of Kararagi.

"Oh!

They take the short knife in their hand, and Frederica is pushed against the wall with her arms extremed. Halibel, who did it, Frederica just looked back at her neck and

"Why, Master Halibel! Now, if you get in the mess, take the man...!

"I can kill you. I know how to think about that. He's got a weak taste. He wants to kill Sue and set her free. Saya..."

So Halibel opens her narrow eyes and stares at Frederica. With that glance up close, Frederica's thin throat rang.

"Hate, I'm not weak and obedient. You owe Sue a favor."

"Hmm!? To this man, huh? Don't be ridiculous, please......!

Frederica stares at Subaru with her blood-running eyes as she is pressed against the wall. Even the sharp fangs become enlarged and the woman's thin fingers turn into thick, mighty beasts.

"Never......, eh!?

"Mr. Sue?

At some point, Subaru stands beside Frederica, who turns to himself diligently.

Frederica opens her eyes and Halibel stops, but Subaru doesn't stop. As it were, Frederica's desperately lifted arms plunder Subaru's neck.

Moment after moment, the cloth slice that Subaru had wrapped around his neck fell...

"-Hi."

Frederica caught his throat with it in her eyes.

Halibel also reveals a slight surprise before seeing it for the first time.

- On Natsuki Subaru's neck, it stays tight, finger marks.

"No, Frederica. You can't kill me in black and white."

――――

To the stiff Frederica, Subaru closes his face and unequivocally affirms.

Or, if it's Frederica, I was hoping it might come in color. But at this moment, even at the defining moment, Frederica remained black and white.

"Mr. Halibel... take Frederica and let him go"

"... Mr. Sue. Perhaps the insider who brought in 'Kensei'"

"I know."

Seeing Frederica immobile, Subaru blocked Halibel's words.

Even if you don't tell me, I get it. The fact that Frederica would do such work inside is understandable emotion at the end of that treatment.

- No, not just Frederica. If it wasn't for her, someone else would have just done it.

That's everything but her, it was just a misprospect.

"You don't have to come back, Mr. Halibel. I'll settle for me."

――――

"If you want to return the favor to me, that's it. In the first place, you know, I didn't need to feel thankful.... I just cheated."

He shook his neck sideways and Subaru laughed thinly at Halibel.

Halibel, I think, was treating Subaru sincerely. Still, it didn't even color Halibel.

Maybe once the colors are lost, they won't go back.

Because Subaru has lost his credentials to believe in something.

So no longer, what one thing, will the world not colour Subaru?

If so, then what can I do?

"Sue and I wanted to be friends."

"... if I hadn't escaped, I could have been."

Accepting Subaru's will, Halibel just took that short word as a farewell greeting.

Subaru also feels impeccable to deal with him more than that.

At the end of the day, I want to dress up for anyone who might have been my friend.

"Frederica"

――――

To the call, Frederica turns this way loose.

Subaru wondered if he should tell her that he had already lost his temper.

I wanted you to tell me, because that's what they said.

"Tell him the rice was always good."

- Maybe that odd rhetoric didn't make sense to Frederica.

Until the end, Frederica should have seen Natsuki Subaru as a monster.

That's fine. That's okay. I acted like that, and I did it off.

The result you should have liked to see, though you couldn't get it.

"Well, where am I going?"

Halibel took Frederica and disappeared to sink into the shadows.

Thus one, Natsuki Subaru, is left at the site of his dreams.

The pandemonium that continues to shake, perhaps evidence of the fierce fighting between Reinhardt and Cecils, but the multiple voices heard from afar could determine that it was not only Reinhardt who had attacked, but also the potential enemies who had taken this opportunity.

Enemies, enemies, enemies. It's just enemies.

I have no choice but to live like that.

――――

Subaru reached the front, the divide, slightly unsure which way he was going.

Go right, Emilia's bedroom, where she was based by her weak self.

If you go left, the weak self was the base, her...

"-"

Either way, it was the moment I looked up to that choice.

Someone came running over and stuck a sharp blade on the left side of Subaru.

Barefoot Emilia runs through strange views of a strange castle.

A pandemonium that spent about a year, but the only sight Emilia knows of the castle is the white private room. Everything outside the room and outside the building was out of Emilia's mind.

And that's still the same now. Emilia's interest is not in the world.

Now only one boy, the one boy who kept asking for himself, was interested in Emilia.

"- Dear Emilia!

Called his name, Emilia stopped on her feet with a hazy face.

Pandemonium is collapsing everywhere and losing its original form. It was the blue-eyed young man who received burning redheads who called Emilia to rest in a white corridor with cracked windows and leaning.

"Reinhardt......"

"Are you all right, Emilia? See you again, most importantly."

Even on such occasions, the attitude of piercing the knight's gratitude is brave and too noble.

Emilia was shaking her purple blue eyes bewildered by the appearance of Reinhardt Van Astrea, a young man who rushed under Emilia she found and drowned her head.

"Reinhardt, you're badly hurt. Are you all right?

"Don't worry. A minor wound, I can't say exactly."

That said, Reinhardt loosens his lips to Emilia's words.

But that Reinhardt figure is a state of full-blown creativity that he can't imagine.

Countless sword flashing sword wounds run all over his body, and the bleeding, which still doesn't stop, is dropping a little bloody Shizuku in the white corridor. Disturbed redheads stuck on his stern face cheeks, and on the side he had never seen where he disturbed his breathing, there was a definite colour of fatigue.

The knight's white uniform is painted on other blood, and most surprisingly -,

"Yours, my sword"

"This is where the Dragon Sword is supposed to be pulled out," the sword decided.

The 'Dragon Sword' Reid, passed down to the Astrea family, shines white, the holy sword that will never be pulled out.

With that vibrant and beautiful body in his eyes, Emilia breathed in relief.

I wonder who that blade is, who this castle is swinging against, and who you intend to swing from now on.

"Anyway, I'm glad Master Emilia is safe.... with me, let's get out of here. There is a dragon car outside the castle. So, to Lugnica."

"To Lugnica... Where are we?

"This is the hidden castle of Girard Red Hill, at the end of the Carraraghi Metropolitan State… I struggled to find a place, but I managed to do so thanks to an armed intelligence agent and an insider"

In response to Emilia's question, Reinhardt is alert to his surroundings.

Even now, the continued shaking is proof that there is a battle going on somewhere in this castle. From Reinhardt's point of view, you'd probably want to head over to cover your allies.

No matter how scratchy he was, he's still the strongest man in the kingdom - no, the strongest man in the world.

It's only a matter of time before he drops the pandemonium.

If it wasn't for him...

"Dear Emilia, now take this opportunity..."

Let's hurry away, did Reinhardt try to keep going?

But the words were abruptly blocked by Emilia's behavior, which was turning her back.

――――

It was a moment.

An ice sword penetrates Reinhardt's abdomen from behind. Blood transmitted the fullness of blue and white ice, his guts were invaded by destruction and icing, and 'Sword Saint' spit blood on an unprecedented shock.

"Emilia, Sama"

"Ah."

Reinhardt kneels not understanding what happened. With that look on her eyes, Emilia glanced at her white fingers.

I don't know what I did, that's what I was really acting unexpectedly about.

- If this was Emilia's sincere betrayal, Reinhardt would have prevented it.

If it's a hostile or murderous attack, you can't dive through Reinhardt's intuition. Or if the protections worked properly, I still couldn't pierce Reinhardt's defenses.

But the fact that this was a pandemonium and Emilia herself couldn't get out of her mind - that gave Reinhardt a deadly gap.

"Well... no. Subaru, no. Reinhardt, no. Subaru won't let you get hurt. Subaru needs me..."

Shaking her head aside reluctantly, Emilia confirms the sincerity of her actions.

The reason why I attacked Reinhardt for something, something like that, was because I instinctively realized that his presence would destroy Pandemonium and hunt down Natsuki Subaru.

And I thought I had to stop that enlightenment instinctively.

Emilia had no choice but to kill Reinhardt, unconsciously, to protect Subaru.

"Subaru, I..."

Things that have finally gotten here, Emilia understands her mind.

Over and over again, Emilia was saved, too, as she kept staring at Subaru coming under her and trying to get some peace.

- Just as Subaru needs Emilia, so does Emilia.

"I'll protect you. I have to protect Subaru..."

"Dear Emilia, it's..."

"- Pack! Please!

Boom, and a tremendous cold breeze overflows, and silver hair hits the white hallway beautifully.

At first, in the extremely cold wind that cut himself sublimated by his willingness to kill, Reinhardt jumped back heavily as he drew a line of blood into the universe. And lay down your sword as you spit blood on your cough.

Blue eyes reflecting the sky line 'Ice Witch' and 'Beast of the End'.

'I'm sorry, Reinhardt. Leah's wish is what I want. - If you're that weak, you can win. Catholic cruelty, isn't it?

"Please, Reinhardt. Keep going home. Leave me and Subaru alone."

- I can't do that.

Over the course of this period, Reinhardt shakes his head at Emilia, who tries to find a calm solution.

The negotiations have already broken down. When I let an unintentional blow from behind - no, or Reinhardt himself, he did not consider the wound, etc., and might have responded to the settlement if circumstances allowed.

But Reinhardt's beliefs are already coming to a point where he won't allow it.

"The representative of the Order 'Preades', 'King Solemn Qing' Natsuki Subaru, has already caused the King's people, beginning with the former Borderline uncle of Roswar L. Mazers, as well as the subjects of the Vorachian Empire, the Carraragi Metropolitan State and the Holy King of Gusteco, to die, altogether, one hundred and twenty-six thousand and seven hundred and two"

――――

"That number just for direct damage. If we raise non-life victims, including indirect damage, that number will swell even further. Very, not overlooking evil."

Reinhardt's words had a sincere sound and a plea.

It sounded like hoping Emilia would change her mind by listening to her own words and knowing Natsuki Subaru's evil deeds.

In fact, Emilia was in shock. Emilia, who stuck in her private room and only had a role to play in watching Subaru sleep, did not know one thing about his evil deeds. Though I had a faint idea of letting Roswar die and taking myself out.

And after that shock, Emilia leans down.

Impact, it did have an impact. But the shock Emilia had was not discouragement with the weight and multiplicity of the sins that Subaru had committed -

"- I'm sorry, Reinhardt. I still care about Subaru."

Even now that I know of that evil deed, my obsession with Natsuki Subaru does not fade, a shock to myself.

Emilia's standing, knowing the truth, did not attempt to change.

"-"

To Emilia, who mouthed it, Reinhardt bit her lip. Then, as he immediately raised his face, he placed the dragon sword that had been pulled out to the front,

"- Reinhardt van Astrea, the family line of 'Sword Saint'"

"I'm Emilia. It's just Emilia."

We name each other, and the next moment, a white shockwave destroys the top layer of pandemonium.

The princess of captivity, who is supposed to be saved, made a killing with the knight of the sword who came to save him.

"Fuck, fuck... fuck you... you know, fuck, boggle...!

Subaru was running viciously through the crumbling castle.

Fluffy underfoot, puffy and dripping blood - on the left side, the knife remains pierced when the assassin attacked him, extending the cerebral cord. The pain is dempsy rolling.

"That black-and-white bastard...... if he had the next one, I would definitely kill him......!

Scratching his fat sweat, Subaru continued to rely on the corridor walls to make the last damned push, Todome thought of the assassin who ran away without giving it to me - a man who should have disappeared in the reception room.

'This is no longer within my purview. Watch your step, Natsuki.'

Slash the Admiral among the enemies, and that escape leg and narrative grass is a brilliant word - and so on - and there is no hobby in Subaru that honors the enemy.

Precisely, he was the man who got hit and did the nasty things. Pure humiliation and disappointment at your own detours, which overlooked that foe in distress, turns into anger.

But the outburst of passion is also unlikely to be fulfilled in this situation.

"The end of the fit, the end of the fit..."

Screwed, Subaru groans in gloom as he lays his hand on his left side, which hurts like a burn.

I knew that if I thought about what I had done, I would be sure that I would get paid one day. Still, it was ideal to postpone that moment of reward to hell, but what I'm saying is shallow wisdom of ordinary people - no more than three years after I started, pity is the limit.

The end of the dictator's journey is such a thing.

What you did too much to the end of the Doubt Dark must have also applauded its doom.

But there was no regret.

If I did that, if I did this, I wouldn't even see what an easy fix.

I know it's wrong from the beginning, and I've never thought about making it right. However, Subaru was just scratching his feet that there would be quite a way of life that was wrong.

I was just drowning. What was drowning was just hard on my breath.

It's just that...

"- Subaru"

――――

Someone called Subaru to proceed at a rate that would crawl down the hallway, with traces of blood on it.

For a moment, I don't know who that voice is, and Subaru frowns. - It's not like I didn't have any idea. I just didn't know why that voice was heard here.

Because her private room is in the opposite position from here, and if it's to escape outside, there's no reason to come here.

So...

"Ugh!

"Great, Subaru... got to see you properly... eh"

"Emilia......?

For the first time, jumped by Emilia, who had rushed over, pushed her down the hallway and looked up close at its beautiful face, Subaru accepted that it was reality.

In the world of black and white, silver, purple blue, cherry blossom lips, color, follow.

Only Emilia is colored, as if she were the only one in the world to tell me.

- But why?

to the colouring Emilia figure, but Subaru doesn't understand the situation.

A definite warmth, a painful embrace, is given to Subaru by Emilia.

At all times, it was one side of Subaru's quest for Emilia, and how could she, in such a situation, go under Subaru -

"... Emilia, the injury."

"-. It's okay, so. Really, it's nothing. Heh heh."

When I saw Emilia again holding him, she was scratched smiling and stretching.

Beautiful silver hair is disturbed, with some cut off and out of alignment. The white thin pyjamas were stained with flakes and blood, and there were several painful lacerations on the bare feet.

I should have left countless defenses in her private room so it wouldn't be like this.

Besides, there should have been a spirit with whom she wouldn't allow herself to be seen like this.

"What was the pack doing..."

"The pack... yeah, the story is, right now, okay. I don't mind now..."

――

For a moment, a patrol passed Emilia's eyes, but it is immediately hidden in a closed lid.

Subaru was surprised by the reaction, but the next time Emilia opened her eyelid, the glimpse of the patrol was nowhere to be found.

"Subaru, let's run away together. Because now, no one can come after us."

"- Running away, with me?

"That's right. Who else is there? I'm not saying anything weird."

Only in a slightly angry breeze, Emilia fingered Subaru's nose. That seems so out of place, the question mark keeps flying over Subaru's head.

In the first place, Emilia must have neglected Subaru.

"Still, because you're sweet, I was just sweet to it..."

"- Yes, I wonder if it was. I wish I had."

"Emilia?

Put your hands on your chest and Emilia will be lonely and your eyes will be lowered in a whisper.

Would it be the days Svalbard spent here taking her away, passing that chest behind his brain? Is it time to keep staring at the sleeping faces of hateful opponents who go thriving?

Subaru was saved at that hour, but it should be humiliating to Emilia...

"I was mad at Subaru, I think. But that's really just the beginning... and then Subaru helped me the whole time, I think."

"I was helping you...?

"Because Subaru needed me. I feel Subaru has forgiven me for giving up like that because no one needs me, so..."

Co-dependence, such a word emerged in the back of Subaru's brain.

Just as Subaru needed Emilia's presence for the stability of his mind. Emilia also came to that conclusion during her quest for the inevitability of that time in herself.

Therefore, they said that they were in a relationship of co-dependence that required each other.

"Subaru and I want to be together. So let's get out of here, huh?

"... yes, I'm glad you said it,"

Subaru is still unable to accept Emilia's confession while following suit.

In the heart beaten by shock, with room for it, thoughts derive realistic answers.

As Emilia would say, it's impossible to run away with her.

Reinhardt is coming. Even if Cecile is holding him back, there must be many enemies outside the castle looking for the 'Solemn King' crusade.

There are no more Subaru allies outside the castle. Numerous manipulations to contain potential enemies also do not work in this situation. Potential enemies stand as definitive enemies.

Not at all realistic, such as taking Emilia away.

Natsuki Subaru ends here. Here, over...

"- Then I'll die with you"

――――

Moments later, Subaru was more frightened than when he was stabbed in the stomach, more than when Reinhardt appeared, more than when he realized the end.

And Emilia, smiling, gazed upon Subaru, with mercy, and certain affection, and said:

If Natsuki Subaru is to end, Emilia is here again -,

"I'll finish with you. I don't want you where you don't need me."

"-"

"Please, Subaru. I need you. I want you to stay with me."

On his chest, Emilia follows him. Tasteing the sensation of hot Shizuku and exhalation, Subaru felt strongly that he was in need of it, in contact with the opposite of normal.

Emilia clings to Subaru as she clings to Emilia.

All this time, Subaru needed Emilia. She was saving me.

So now that Emilia needs Subaru, she's asking me to save her.

Emilia needs Subaru to save me, now.

I can't believe that now, now, such a moment, is coming...

"Subaru......?

Grasping Emilia's shoulder, Subaru pushed her.

Then, standing up in front of her, staring into her eyes, Subaru falls back.

Emilia is looking up at Subaru.

To Emilia like that, Subaru shook her lips and said.

"Ugh, right..."

Reluctantly, he shook his neck to the side, and Subaru looked at Emilia - with a fear eye.

"If so, …"

"I don't like it, don't, don't. Why me, now, why! Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it! Please don't!

Fear, fear.

There was fear. There was only fear. There was only fear. It's just fear.

Terror, terror, terror, terror, terror, terror, terror, terror, terror, terror, terror.

"- Let it smell so witchy."

Block your ears.

Hold your head.

Speak up, scream, and try to escape the voices you hear.

"-It's irrelevant. There are limits to whiteness."

In an attempt to block your ears,

Trying to hold my head,

Speak up, scream, try to escape, you can't escape.

"- My sister is too kind."

"Oh, I don't know. Whoa!

Screaming enough to spit blood, Subaru leans back.

Emilia stands up and tells me something. I can't hear you.

Sweet, sweet, gentle words, trying to lean against Subaru. I can't hear you.

Her words, my voice, I can't hear her. I don't want to hear it.

Don't spoil it. Don't be nice to me.

Why are you trying to lean on me now?

That shouldn't be possible.

How much evil do you think you've done?

That shouldn't be Emilia you can forgive.

There shouldn't have been.

Have you changed that?

Has the stupidity of Natsuki Subaru changed Emilia by getting through the night when Subaru stumbles, drooling his nose with pity, and relying on Emilia for sleepless nights?

Will Emilia change?

"Take me! I wish you hated me! I wish you'd neglected me!

――――

Emilia fades away.

The color falls out of Emilia and sinks into the black and white world.

It was a lie, a lie. Deception fades the Subaru world.

The silver color, the purple blue, makes up Emilia, the colors that make up Subaru's believing beautiful Emilia fall, and she stains the black and white of deception.

I can't accept that reality. Emilia was supposed to be honorable and unchanged.

Even if you hate someone, you can't keep them away from you.

Subaru could drown in Emilia because she believed that her kindness was such a manifestation of her heart that she would not forgive Subaru, etc.

But if Emilia also understands that it's going to change...

"Don't be nice...!

"Anyway, you're gonna hate me. You doubt that, don't you? You want me out of the way, you want to kill me, you hate me, you curse me, you betray me!?

"Then you can keep hating me from the start! I'm glad you stayed the same! If you hate me, keep it up. If you hate me, stay...!

I'm coming in, there's anger.

Everything drowns in anger, into a world that doesn't work.

Even Emilia betrayed Subaru when she came here after desperately scratching her feet and repeatedly taking her breath to save herself from drowning.

- Something that changes, you betray one day, so now you betray the same thing.

"You betray me one day, don't pretend you loved me!!

"-"

Fluffy, poking at Emilia the monochrome who reached for Subaru.

Pushing backwards thoughtfully, unsupported Emilia fell into the hallway. For a moment, hesitation passed in his chest, but Subaru smears it with fear.

Even Emilia is no longer at peace.

One day, when it might come, things really came to mind as a last possibility. - I didn't think that far as it was needed, etc.

- Emilia, one day, may forgive Subaru.

I wish that day hadn't come, but it, it still came.

So Subaru is a last resort in a world where there are only two colors: white and black.

――

A fallen Emilia is screaming something.

Driving it to his back, Subaru ran out.

I don't feel any pain in my flank either. I'm no longer even attached to that stuff.

There is only one thing, will to the end. The colored world of Subaru, scratch it all off.

All that's left is that.

Drowning Natsuki Subaru, the last straw, that's all...

- Never, ever, ever change, Subaru, ever forgive me hatred.

――

Emilia's voice, which becomes semi-frequent, does not reach Subaru, which becomes semi-frequent.

The demonic realm is that the collapse of the pandemonium progresses acceleratively, as does the collapse of the Lord's heart.

Subaru arrives in a world that breaks, a world that loses color.

――――

It's not broken, it's Natsuki Subaru's office.

One room that is no less than Emilia's private room, with strong protection - because, like Emilia, there is one in this room that must never be destroyed.

I don't want to hurt you, so the opposite is true to Emilia, who kept you away.

I kept putting it in my closest place, which Subaru opens up.

The door hidden behind the bookcase is truly a door that cannot be opened except Subaru.

Subaru slowly opens it up.

Beyond the open door, the sound of the chain rings, the sound of the chain connected to the wall.

And as he played the sound of the chain, his' thin red 'eyes stared at Subaru, and said:

"- Do it, I want to die, Balth."

- The smile of a woman who would kill herself, solely because of her hatred, was the color of blood.

"Zero Karaoke Borrell Isekaikatsu" fin