Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

- Mairie Portruit.

Subaru is stunned by Emilia, who stares at the back cover of the book and squeals so. Open your eyes and stare at the back cover. The letters drawn there are completely unreadable to Subaru.

But here and now, there's no reason for Emilia to subaru a senseless shake.

Then the one book in front of me - the title of The Book of the Dead - was only an unquestionable fact that Mary's name was.

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Without a voice, the sweat wets Svalbard's back, which stiffens his cheeks.

In my skull, there was only one word my brain was screaming desperately - "Why," and that was all.

Why is Mary's name here? Why did the library that keeps records of the dead prepare her book so quickly? Why, with all this huge number of books, has Mary's book been found lightly? Why did this happen the moment Subaru wanted to trust Emilia, the man in the tower? Why does fate not condone Natsuki Subaru in this way? WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY.

"- Beatrice, did you check the contents of the book?

"-"

While his head was filled with an enormous amount of 'why', the words quivered his tympanic membrane clear. If you look up like you've been bounced, it's Emilia who asked Beatrice.

She asks Beatrice a question, staring at the back cover of the case, which remains in the bookcase.

From what Svalbard has heard, it seems that The Book of the Dead, found in this library, is what the memory of his lifetime flows into his head if he is the knowledge of a human being who touched the book.

It's a demonic book with hard to zoom power, but it's not about those fantasy-colored parts that make it a problem in this setting, it's a more realistic problem.

Mary's, being able to see her lifetime memories should also see her earliest memories.

That means nothing more than that I can see the answer to who strangled her.

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Situationally, Subaru has no doubt that it was his own two hands that killed Mary and that it was' Natsuki Subaru 'who carried it out.

But only Subaru himself can tell the difference. A kind of recording footage, a memory that acts like a crime scene security camera, can't even make that distinction. Not to mention that Subaru around here hid from Emilia and the others that he was amnesiac.

Subaru's crimes are revealed from memory, revealing the loss of memory to that stage. Such occasional behavior, if someone else did it, would just seem like a bad excuse to do it.

Naturally, it seems to Emilia and the others the same as Subaru.

If Beatrice had referred earlier to Mary's memories before and after her death...

- I'm not sure yet.

"- Oh, yeah, is it?

"It's natural. I wonder if I have to be cautious. In the first place, I still don't know if that's what Betty and the others know, that Mary book. If it's really that girl's book..."

"Mary's in this tower... oh my God! We need to find him right away!

Change your complexion and Emilia tries to run out to Beatrice's words. But before that Emilia interrupted, Beatrice shook her neck to the side.

"Wait! If this is really that girl's book, it's pointless to rush to find it. I wonder if that's what the book was added to here."

"... so Lamb is looking for us or Julius"

"Along the way, if Mary comes out with a face that doesn't eat, you can make a cute mistake about Betty."

To Beatrice's sober allegations, Emilia's momentum gradually weakens. Still, with an undiminished face, Emilia joined hands in front of her own chest as she prayed.

Hopefully, this book that fits in the bookshelf is not Mary's, but just the name of someone of the same name, so that it sticks.

- And Natsuki Subaru knows that the wish is unfulfilled.

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With Emilia and Beatrice interacting sideways, Subaru was desperately spinning his head.

The thought that goes around, the majority of which is spent, was how to leave this situation and keep the truth only to one's own.

As I have simulated earlier, do not let Emilia and the others see the memory of Mary. It's a shame Beatrice didn't see it, but it's only a matter of time, too.

The fact is that Mary is dead, she will never show up in this library with a face that doesn't eat anything. So naturally, the opportunity to ascertain the Book of the Dead comes. That, too, not so far away.

If you can see the book, Subaru will be impeached by Emilia and the others.

Then can we do something about it and dispose of Mary's book? - No, I want to avoid that conclusion.

It is also true that the situation makes it very difficult, but it is Svalbard's mood that becomes more problematic than that - Svalbard also has a strong interest in the content of the book.

As it stands, Subaru believes it was definitely 'Natsuki Subaru' that killed Mairi. If you take a peek at Mary's record, you might be able to see the Natsuki Subaru.

See what a literal potential 'enemy' looks like that could be your own, or inside.

If that were possible, the situation in Subaru would change dramatically. At least, you'll be ready.

To that end, I did not ask Emilia and the others to read the book on this occasion, and only Subaru knew how to touch the contents of this book -

"Nah, they called me noisy, but what have I done?

"Shaura, you're here."

In the meantime, Shaura appeared in Tygeta's library.

Shaura, who twists her neck and leaps her dark hair, is greeted by Emilia and Beatrice, and then waves over here when she realizes Subaru is behind the library.

Moments later, overlapping with Mary's, when she came into the breakfast place this morning, Subaru turned away to indulge in the vomiting sensation that was coming in.

"Oh, I can't connect with you, Master. I said I was having a hot time with you earlier, but no."

"It's interesting to see what happened to you and Subaru, but maybe later now. You, if you see Mary anywhere, you talk. You and I could have gotten along."

"The little one's... er, you mean the number two sss? Um, no, I haven't seen it in a while, ss. I don't know anything about breakfasts in the morning."

Beatrice asks me, and Shaura waves her hands and answers it. Then she put the hand she was waving on her cheek and said, "What's wrong with number two?," he tilted his neck.

To that Chaura question, Emilia anxiously laid her eyes down,

"Actually, I found a book by Mary's name in the library. I haven't been able to see inside yet, but I wanted to make sure she was safe before then..."

"Uh, I see. Number two, is he dead? You know, it's hard to think, but there's a lot of ways to die, so maybe that's what happens."

"-"

"... you"

With zero consideration for the painful Emilia, Shaura describes a blatant outlook on death.

Emilia's cheeks stretched strongly on its contents, staring at Shaura as Beatrice remembered her anger. But Shaura showed no particular reaction to how the two were doing.

"So where's the key book, sss? If you just look inside, you might know where and how number two died."

"Hey, come on, you! Just now, that's all I'm saying..."

Seeing as it does, Subaru eats and hangs on to Shaura's ramblings. Isn't there too much of a man's heart in what Shaura says and does now?

Until recently, Emilia can't really hear about Subaru's thoughts, but she also has Subaru as much as she doesn't speak about it. Shaura doesn't have...

"Don't be angry, Master. Uh, no offense, sss! But, in fact, I have a book, so shouldn't I, sss?

"That's... at least since we're all here"

"You don't have to do that long, if you read a book, it's not one shot, is it, sss? If you're worried about number one reading and not knowing what's going to happen..."

Mouthfeel, Chaura folds into Subaru, where the momentum of dissent weakens. She gently sent the stream to Beatrice, where she cut the words and stared at Subaru again.

And with an open, innocent face, keep going.

"- Your teacher should read the book."

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"When you saw this library, your teacher and the other Ikamen had already had their first experience, didn't they? After that, if nothing bad has happened to you... right?

Shake your busty chest, one step, and Shaura will come face-to-face to the breathtaking distance. Breathtaking at that suggestion of hers, Subaru's brain began to think again.

Shaura's suggestion makes sense for what she should fear as words and deeds.

In fact, it is unknown what negative effects The Book of the Dead will have on humans who have read it, but at least, there are two humans who have already experienced it. It should be well worth a try.

Regardless, it's also possible that the experience is a cut that took Subaru's memory and separated 'Natsuki Subaru' from his present self, in which case it would be strange if Julius didn't have any abnormalities either. What a leap of suspicion that he, like Subaru, hides amnesia.

There is no connection between the influence of The Book of the Dead and amnesia.

Situationally, you shouldn't mind concluding there. Then this proposal is a boat to cross -,

"- Sure, it might make sense what Shaura's saying."

"... Subaru, are you sure you want to do this? I wonder who we were even eating with."

If you get on with Shaura's words, for one thing, the first gate can be broken through.

When you become the first reader of Mary's Book of the Dead and also pave the way to become the last reader, Svalbard's claims, hiding thoughts in your chest, enter Beatrice's pure worry there.

She is concerned about the damage to the spirit of Subaru and calls me to it.

Until now, the dead that 'Natsuki Subaru' saw here were ultimately shallow patterns of relationships, but if they became Mairi, there would be a huge difference there.

We traveled together, we exchanged words, we dined together, we were some kind of warrior friends.

Beatrice was showing us what kind of heartbreak Subaru would suffer by watching that 'death'.

"... it's okay, don't worry. Shaura's right, I'm the most likely one."

To such Beatrice's concern, Subaru tightened his cheeks to look serious and nodded.

Indeed, the record of the dead on the face I found out, a peek at something like that, would have a great chance of causing a mental anomaly. If you were a good person, you might not have endured it.

- But it's not. That's not true.

For Subaru today, he traveled with Mary, exchanged words, dined with her, was never some kind of warrior friend, etc.

For just a few hours, we acted like the person we found out about, we had two or three breakfasts together, and there were times when that presence saved our hearts slightly, but that's all the time.

That's all, almost a strange girl. - To that death, there is no heartbreak to be taken.

"After all, I disagree. If not Subaru..."

"If Emilia sees it, Betty disagrees. If someone has to see... regrettably, Subaru or Julius might be the safest way to see it. If you look at Julius this morning, you'll want to scrape him off the list."

"Until Beatrice..."

Beatrice silences Emilia, who eats down emotionally, with reason.

At least, Beatrice seems to have chosen to respect Subaru's will. However, Emilia also knows what happened to Subaru, which was precarious, if I say so.

So Subaru nodded at Emilia's purple blue eyes, whose worrying colors would not go away.

"- I'll see. What, for a moment, it's just a mistake, and if you brave enough to read it, nothing could happen, right?

"... because if anything happens, I'll pull it off the book right away. Hair, because I pull."

"I wonder if it would be nice to call on you to shake your shoulders and stuff there gently"

If Emilia's power pulls her hair, a permanent wasteland will be created on the back of Subaru's head. And, returning such an empty light mouth, Subaru headed to the bookcase.

Unchanged, Mary's book is in that place with an odd presence. At first, when I saw it, it looked like a book with no change of philosophy whatsoever, but this atmosphere as soon as I found out it had a name on it that I saw. Anyway, I can't guess what people's consciousness is.

And Subaru took the book in his hands to explore himself, which he could not guess.

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Behind you, a breathtaking sign of Emilia and Beatrice. Shaura looks easygoing and watches Subaru make his decision with his hands and other combinations behind his head.

With such a tripartite gaze, Subaru breathed lightly and deeply, putting his hands on the cover of a book as thick as a dictionary.

"- Go"

As I say to myself, Svalbard, whining, opens the book - consciousness, darkening.

- When I was aware of my beginnings, the woman had nothing.

There was no one around.

There were no men, no women, no adults, no children, no old men, no babies, no one.

Dark, dark, black, alone in the woods, the woman was just, alone.

Standing and walking. Talking and telling. Crying to live.

There was no combination of all of it, and all of it was far away, disappearing beyond oblivion.

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If you don't know the words, you don't even know how to mourn.

If you don't know how to walk, you don't even know how to fight it.

If you don't know how to live, you don't know why you die.

Therefore, a woman had no choice, and neither the meaning of birth nor the meaning of death should have been taken away by the fangs of the beast, without bringing one to the woman.

A vicious and ugly slaughter beast that grows horns on its forehead and continues to flog only with ferocious intent to kill -.

Without that fang chewing the woman's throat off a thousand times, it was as if the woman had no idea what the hell had brought her back to the nest by dragging the collar of her clothes.

However, an option is created that should not have been, and the way the woman is set under the beasts.

I don't know the language, so I don't know how to mourn.

I don't know how to walk, so I don't know how to fight it.

I just don't want to die or anything because I know how to live.

When she realized, the woman had followed the beasts of slaughter and became the queen of the beasts who ruled the strip.

They attack their prey at will, eat if they are hungry, slaughter if they feel like it, sleep when they want to, live as they want to live, kill as they want to, and grow up in the motherhood of slaughter.

Once, I lost that memory of what I was.

To something that is nothing, symbols and other things that you don't need, you get what you want.

As it were, I thought I would die alone, for better or worse, as one of those beasts.

"- You're more than welcome than I thought. For once, I'm not going to do any harm here."

She was a black girl. It was a bloody demonic stained, black girl.

The woman who was leading a herd that had uprooted a strip of beasts, unable to reach even what she remembered in her arms, was robbed of everything she had built by such a desperate black girl.

The flesh overflows, the terminal demon scorches the sky, and the smile of the black girl returns and paints it on the blood.

And she saw it without exchanging it, and the woman, once again, had nothing.

"They're telling me to take him home. So I'm gonna ask you to come with me."

The black girl forcefully takes on a woman who has nothing.

Take away the beasts that were with you for a long time, where you are.

Even then, there is nothing a woman can do.

I don't know the words, so I don't even know how to mourn.

I don't know how to walk, so I don't even know how to fight it.

I lost my skill to live, so maybe this is the only time I'll have to die.

"No more moaning, no more fighting, no more living? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It made me regret not knowing how to mourn.

"Moan, for Ataxi's sake. Fight it, for the Ataxi. Live, to love the Ataxi."

It made me regret not knowing how to fight it.

"If you don't want to tell me you lost everything, I forgot to lose it, why don't you let Ataxi tease you? - That's what Mother does."

- It made me regret not forgetting how to live and thinking about how to die.

Hell over hell, nightmare over nightmare, evil over evil -.

It was not for a woman, but for herself, that Mother did all kinds of things.

'Mother' did not lie.

'Mother' was fair. "Mother" took every means to be loved.

'Mother' was just that all of its means were distorted.

I remember the words. The mourning method was stripped.

I remembered how to walk. The way I fought it was smeared.

I remembered how to live. If you don't want to die, it's engraved.

"Stop being such a dick to that guy. Except for me, I'm sure, because no matter how many lives I have, I won't be enough."

I reunited the words, the way I walked, with the black girl when I remembered how to live.

The black girl often showed her face to the woman. At some point when I realized, I had more to do with black girls than before.

I remembered being tapped into hot water before I was first met with my 'mother'.

The black girl washed away relentlessly, clutterfully, the woman painted with blood, mud and dirt, and dirt that would not fall. Or maybe that was, at the end of the day, the sense of emancipation the woman felt, maybe.

With the intent of "Mother," women were clearly more often with black girls.

The black girl was unusually strong. Excellent manipulation to kill. I knew more than how to live, how to kill. And at the same time, everything else was neglected.

"What has ■ ■ ■ ■. Then I'll leave it to you to do better."

Things are going well, that's how it goes.

There was no sloppiness. It wasn't solid. He was a tough opponent. He was a blind opponent. I was not loyal to 'Mother'. There was not only a way to kill, but also a way of life.

I saw hell. I had a nightmare. I saw evil.

For the rest of her life, she thought she couldn't forget 'Fear'.

That, while I was with the black girl, while I was helping her with the sloppiness, engraved into it, I felt it fade away.

So...

- Elsa's dead.

Dead. Dead. Ashes, dead.

A black girl who doesn't die - no, it ended when she was a girl, and she was Elsa.

Dead. Dead. Ashes, dead.

I had also seen a spear stab in my belly, loss of both arms from my shoulders, and a broken neck.

Still, Elsa didn't die. If I didn't die, that's what I thought.

Dead. Dead. Ashes, dead.

I also endured the "Mother". I also endured the 'fear' of hell, nightmares and evil.

But Elsa is dead. Back to one. We lost the herd, we lost Elsa, we're alone.

Dead. Dead. Ashes, dead.

I killed him. I killed him. Ashes, killed.

And those who ashed Elsa seized the woman, and pushed her into the prison.

- One, in the dark room, the woman inquires into the void.

Hate, hate, hate? What the hell is hate?

Is it sad, sad, sad? What the hell is grief?

I don't know how to mourn. I don't even know how to fight it. It's not even for me, like the value of my life.

It was from the beginning.

Since before Elsa died, before the black girl could recognize herself as Elsa, before she met her 'mother' and began to receive her ', before the black girl destroyed her herd of beasts, before she began to lead herds of beasts, before the beast's whim saved her life, since she was stripped from her real father and mother and from someone who was supposed to have been there, the woman was a defect.

The woman just got flushed and lived.

When I took the beast, I imitated the way the beast lived, and after the "Mother" made me laugh, I even imitated, imitated, and imitated her tone after I began to spend time with Elsa.

From the beginning, women were such creatures.

A human-shaped creature, imitating people. Let them behave as they wish, as they wish.

What a woman can do is imitate others, imitate others, things that no one in the shape of a person -.

Is it what I think, trying to kill you?

Is that what you think you want to follow?

If 'Elsa' is dead, I want to imitate someone who has let 'Elsa' die. I want to imitate. Correct, I want to see the Code.

What should I do? I lost "Elsa," the woman, if I imitate anyone.

Without knowing, time has passed.

In the meantime, the woman stays with the woman she wants to be around while the upper side is taken care of.

I wanted a change. If something different happens, if things change, maybe I can give you an answer.

Or 'mother' would want death. - That, too, might be good.

I have shaped myself as I am desired, as I am flushed, as I am sought after.

Then, if 'Mother' wants it, even if she takes this, especially life that she can't find value in.

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- I don't like it.

So, I didn't want it to end. Here, I didn't want it to end.

The feeling of impatience burns my heart. A soul who has lived as it is desired complains of its own desires.

At least I want answers.

I have an answer for what I should be able to do when they kill 'Elsa'.

"- What, you were here too, ■ ■ ■ ■"

It was night.

of the tower of sand, in the library, in that place where there is the Book of the Dead, he was called from behind.

Looking back. I saw, I was used to seeing, a brunette boy standing.

Moments, my heart bounces. When I was noticed inside, I was so scared. If they ask me why I'm here, I can't answer.

I wonder whose book I've been sneaking in here looking for, etc.

"I kind of have a book I'd like to look for. I'm sure you should work with everyone, but I can't stand to deviate..."

Something, something the boy is saying.

He smiled, tilted his little neck, hid the beating of his bouncing heart, and pretended to be what he normally was.

"- Don't stay up late, ■ ■ ■ ■"

That's what they said, I left the library. Walk slowly, gradually fast, and at the end of the day run out.

I was seen, known, noticed what I was doing.

Bite your nails, frown root, and the woman keeps squatting until her breath calms down.

I didn't want to be seen. I didn't want them to know. I should not have been noticed.

But everything is broken.

I can see what a woman has come to this place for.

Then let's move everything we've planted and seriously bust everything -.

Impulses dominate the brain. Leaving it to feelings with no place to go, she bit her back teeth off, and the woman looked back.

Return to the road you ran out of. Gradually, his legs loosen, and eventually he slowly walked, finally returning to the library of The Book of the Dead, with footwear so delicate that the sound of his shoes disappeared.

Dark-haired boy sitting on the ground, his back pointing this way.

Have you found some books scattered, the 'Book of the Dead' for your purpose? No longer even that speculation is jealous, but before I realize this one -,

"- Thin, you."

I felt dominated by self-inflicted emotions and blamed for impulsive behavior.

I just have to stop my legs and look at the black back of the boy in front of me, not looking back at this one.

No noise, no breath, he should have come back.

Sure, it's not far enough for Elsa, but still, I can erase footsteps on a woman as well.

That's why I found out.

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Every thought is complicated. I just got out, turned off my footsteps and came back, and they nursed me to be on my back side, and now what more excuse do I have?

- No, still, I should have spinned it. Something is planted. You just have to get through this. Whatever it is, it's the boys who brought the women. It should have been woven too.

Smile without evil, tilt your little neck, hide the beating of your bouncing heart, and pretend to be what you normally are -,

"Don't be disgusting. Nobody wants that from you."

Block the words, push silence.

I thought and thought. What the hell is a brunette boy trying to say?

"Don't look so shy, you talkative doll. Can't you hear what I want behind my chest?

Behind the chest, hope.

Such an allegation sounds heavy for some reason.

"Listen to what you want. That way, I can see a little of who I am. If you see yourself, you know what you want to do."

I know what I want to do. I can see it, myself.

What I want to do, what I want, it's -,

"- That face, like. Tasteful."

When I realized it, the brunette boy looked back and stood in front of the woman. A boy's hand grabs the woman's dripping three braids and stares at her with her eyes filled with terrible, fallacious pleasures.

That, out of the black eyes in front of me, I can't take my eyes off.

"If you know what you want, if you see him being you, act more 'like'. I'll remember your boring troubles, your boring suffering."

I say it out, I decide what's in a person's chest on my own, and a boy mouths it on the tip of a woman's hair.

Fear of penetration and, however, slight pain burned my chest.

- I'll remember.

Once you know what you want.

If you see yourself properly.

Can a woman, as ■ ■ ■ ■, do what she needs to do, be 'like'?

"- I'm talking about yesterday night, how seriously should I take it?

At dawn of the night, after breakfast, contact the brunette boy before taking his next action in the tower.

I couldn't sleep enough, I thought. Think about it in your thoughts, and still, I couldn't give you an answer.

The boy also welcomed the woman in the morning, as if nothing had happened last night.

So I went out of my way to create opportunities and speak up. I couldn't stop feeling deviant, and at least maybe I should have taken him out to a place where no one would ask me before I did.

"You're not here. Let's change places."

The boy suggested the idea.

Change the place. I want to go into the right room and ask about the sincerity of last night's words. - Speaking of which, last night in the library, what the boy was trying to tell everyone.

"Sorry, ■ ■ ■ ■"

Soon after his voice was whispered in his ear, his light body was thrust to the floor.

Fall in. Hit me in the back, no voice. As it were, I can see the face of a boy riding on horseback in his blinking sight. - He looked more vicious than I've ever seen.

"It's against the rules to hear it directly."

With strong force, my neck is compressed.

Open your mouth with a pucker, but the air you need doesn't come into your body. Scratch. Put your nails up against the hands on your neck. I moved my legs desperately.

I can't move. I can't jump. If it's someone like this, Elsa.

"This time it's off the rules, but I'm hoping for something bolder next time. Just keep up the good work."

I don't know what that means.

What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are they saying?

"This makes for an interesting story. - Natsuki Subaru's murder."

Kill. Understanding is only that far. Kill. After all, what could have been done? Kill. Ever since I was alone in that forest, what? Kill. Nothing can be done, no sense. Kill me. Sounds fun. Kill me. Have fun. Kill me. Like part of some kind of toy game. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill me.

- Kill him, I'll do it.

"Uh-huh!?

Moments, let your head jump backwards like it was bounced, ■ ■ is flipped onto the spot.

I took off what I had in my hand and my vision circled. I gasp for breathlessness and my lungs panic and cramp when I have trouble breathing.

"Hey Subaru!?

A girl with silver hair rushed over to ■ ■ ■ ■ where she felt pain in the hard shock and spilled bitter ringing. There is also a girl with pale hair next to her, and both hands on this shoulder at the same time.

"Wow, I... Oh, uh, me? Now, now, now, now, what do you say, huh?

"Take a deep breath! Take a deep breath! Maybe I don't have to try to talk to you! Emilia, don't touch the book!

Guru turns his eyes and sprays bubbles from the edge of his mouth ■ ■ A girl - no, Beatrice calls desperately.

It's Emilia, the silver-haired one who reached out to the book for Beatrice's call. Yes, Emilia also, again, pulled her hand in and nodded hastily.

"But Beatrice, there's something wrong with Subaru! This book..."

"So I wonder if Emilia would be in trouble if she were in the same state! Probably dived too deep. Mixed way of talking."

To Beatrice's analysis, Emilia let her cheeks stretch and breathe. As it was, she grabbed that cheek and confronted her own eyes as she jumped towards

"Subaru, remember. It's okay, you're Natsuki Subaru, my knight. Undying sentence of heaven, refrain, gentlemen... then, then..."

Emilia begins to line up some barbaric language to explore her memories by hand.

listening to it, ■ ■ ■ is, ■ ■ is, S ■ is,

- Subaru called himself back.

"Oh... oh, Emilia, Beatrice... I am, am I right? Not me, me... Elsa's not here, er..."

"It's okay, calm down. I'm fine... slow down, slow down, huh?

"Like a thorn, you slowly drain another memory of the sting. So maybe we can get back to the original Subaru."

"Ugh, ku..."

Emilia and Beatrice are in Subaru - Subaru. He talks to Subaru.

Listening to that word, I manage, now, to sort out what I just saw.

That's the end of the period, until the moment when the raw is interrupted, do something about the memory, sort it out.

"Dear Emilia, thank you for waiting. Speak to Mrs Lamb on the road."

"Is it true you found the girl's name book?

There comes Julius, who ran up the stairs and was delayed in rendezvous.

Julius, Echidna, and Lamb at the rear caught up, and the name of the absent Mary came up. To those three, Emilia and Beatrice begin to explain the status quo.

――――

Shaura looks quietly at it, indifferent to the book that fell under her feet.

Close your black eyes, with an emotionally invisible eye, just be quiet.

- Quiet, I was watching.