Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

A contract was signed with Beatrice and Subaru gained just a little peace.

But, essentially, with regard to the point where he is being hunted down, the situation has not improved one by one, and the solution still sees no fine dust.

As always, Subaru will remain a hikikomori who cannot leave the guest room, and Beatrice will not be stuck with Subaru all four or six times.

Instead, Beatrice has never come to the room from Arre that she doesn't even want to be on Subaru's side if she can because she negotiated the night of the fourth to the first day of the fifth day - to have the time of that issue allocated a percentage of her escort.

Instead I have visited under Subaru more than once because

"Yes, good. Beatrice, I'm here to apologize. Inspiration, Inspiration"

And it was Emilia smiling and nodding beside her bedroom.

Her frequent visits seem like a goddess without exaggeration, blaming Subaru's conscience as well as bringing a glimmer of light to this world, which is only darkness.

Emilia walks over to Subaru without being distracted only spicy by the array. That's why, even when I uttered a verbal apology out of sorrow,

"You must have been wondering, didn't you? Everyone has a choice when that happens. I'm glad you said that to Ram and Rem."

Easily, he overheard Subaru's disrespectful remarks.

Subaru has not been able to return a clear answer with regard to her subsequent petition.

If you decide purely that you do not trust them to know the circumstances, Subaru's mouth will be sealed by them. On the other hand, it was an honest story to taste that excessive loyalty and yet not be able to hate those two off.

Most importantly, only one of them is sure of involvement, and the other doesn't know anything about it, although what an optimistic idea it is that is Haribote's hope.

By the day, Subaru softens his spirit between hope and the disappointment that surpasses it.

Emilia stared jiggly at Subaru like he was going to do that, and then sidelined the meal placed next to her bedside,

"I knew you weren't eating, Rice"

".................. bad"

Subaru, which is just a handful of customers. Even though he did not allow himself to show his face, and on the contrary was greeted with a curse for the first encounter, the servants of the mansion do not, as a matter of course, commit an injustice that would take their hands off the meal.

Even if I know that the meal served is almost untouched, as every time, and obviously unwelcome, I don't change one complexion, I don't complain, I do my job.

I know one is careless, one is disrespectful, and in spite of that, he doesn't have the personality to get out of work. Subaru knows that. Yet,

- Isn't it poisoned?

Every time I see a meal, I get such anxiety about my head.

I don't think he's the kind of person to take such a means. If we're going to do that, we've had many chances around here.

But their actions always went directly to Subaru. Therefore, this time I am half sure that when I come to kill myself, I should be squeezing the murder weapon.

The reality is that someone who knows a number of good things is definitely trying to kill themselves. From what I have admitted to that, Subaru's despair has begun.

With such a mental state, not accepting a meal is purely due to tension and anxiety that my gut can't kill off the tremor.

I'm sure the food is delicious. Over and over again, I realized it tasted good. I might have thought of it that way so that I could do it all the same.

"If you don't eat a little, it's poisonous to your body? It could be hard."

"My stomach doesn't accept it.... Emilia, if you feed me 'ahem', I might be able to eat it."

Turning to his grieving face, Subaru curses his lack of salvation.

I can no longer even pretend to be normal lightness to someone who would be genuinely showing me this one.

However,

"Bye, yes, um"

"- To?"

"So, uh"

Emilia, with the basin with the meal on her lap and the spoon in her hand, looks at Subaru.

The soup was quickly taken on the spoon, still barely warm. It aimed at Subaru's mouth and was slowly approaching here.

I didn't know Emilia's intentions, and Subaru waved without stopping,

"No, no, no, wait a minute, Emilia. What the fuck are you doing?

"What, you said Subaru would eat if he did this, right? So, eat. I'll give it to you."

"Um, I don't know what this is about, but is it about style and beauty, or is there something about a girl turning her face bright red and coming to a place like the limit once?

"There's no way you can be embarrassed enough to give a kid like this a little dinner. Look, I didn't say stupid."

Against all the Subaru, Emilia forcefully imposes' ahem '. Pushed by the damned majesty, Subaru felt his ears get hot in shame.

"Ah, uh."

"Yes, very much. One after the other. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."

"It's early!? First time ahem but no aftertaste or shit!?

Mechanical, useless move, as if we were doing it at the early feeding championship. Svalbard, who accidentally put in his mouth one spoon after another and consequently fell into Emilia's surgery, reached the point where she would complete her meal with her hands.

Brilliantly emptying the meal, the satisfied Emilia deepened her grin, "Yeah,"

"Look, what do you say when you're done eating?

"It was annoying"

"Bad manners. Correct, again"

"Thank you very much."

"Yes, you were rude."

Emilia bows back politely to Subaru, who bows her head deeply.

Speaking of Subaru, a strange fullness was compressing his gut because of his sudden packing of meals in an empty stomach he had endured for more than two days now.

Even though I don't remember eating a large amount, and tilting my neck Subaru,

"I haven't eaten anything decent in a while, so he told me not to surprise my stomach. Ram told me, Rem made it. Because they're good kids."

Emilia's words, like boasting of her sisters, pierce Subaru's chest sharply.

If it's true, I'm sure I would have been happy enough to cry, but that's all that's painfully lost in Subaru right now.

There is a back to be gentle, to behave intimately, but not intact.

Yes, once you're reminded.

"Well, then I've fed Subaru some rice, and he'll tire you if you stay too long, so I'll be back."

"Whatever you want, you can sleep with me next door, okay?

"Looks like I'm getting better. More importantly. But I have a lot to do, too. It's getting out, not really."

Emilia apologizes for tea glare with one eye.

Second, I remember her previous schedule for this time period, and Subaru comes to think of how blessed she is.

She should be studying in her room all the time.

We must be building up our efforts to carry our country and to aspire to the future.

It would be a shame to have nothing but your body, keep repeating the present without being able to move on to the future, have the time at your disposal as a loser of destiny, etc.

Someone whimpers about whether it's okay to let Subaru's heart lose to his destiny.

face up to be pushed back by such a loser, who looks just like his own voice,

"Hey, Pack"

"... I kept my mouth shut because I didn't think my loveliness was right for the atmosphere, but what did you do?

Silver hair trying to leave the room holding a basin. Call it by a different name on its back and see the kitten show up by tearing up a long silver color.

Looking closely at those black eyes, Subaru pointed at him,

"I think, Emilia, there's nothing going on with you... but you have to protect me properly and thoroughly. With that little body as a shield."

"It's a much smaller crisis to be able to protect it in my size."

"Yay. Anyway, please. This time, I'm all about me."

To Emilia, probably, I don't think the crisis extends.

At least there's no reason to harm her on Roswell, and if it wasn't for Roswell, that reason would be born on those twins.

Only Subaru is no longer honestly in danger of his life in this mansion.

"Just worry about your own life, huh? That's simple.... No, wait. On second thought, last time, I didn't feel like such a big deal."

While I left it to the momentum to set the scene aside, I had a general feeling last time that all the handsome men had been taken.

Last time and this time, isn't Subaru just being swayed?

"I'm sorry I'm confused by the good looks, but I'll make sure you take my advice. - Yeah, it doesn't sound like a lie or malice."

Gently, slightly lower the tone of your voice and let the puck snort.

Subaru pulls his jaw because of what he thinks in those black-eyed, uninterrupted eyes of light, emotionally irresistible it seems creepy and dependable.

To the exchange between the two, the form Emilia, who was a party but left behind, pointed her lips dissatisfied,

"You two convinced me, what is it? Do you have any bad thoughts?

"No way, I'm talking about being careful about all sorts of things because I'm a girl. Watch the car, watch the man!

"A car... you mean a carriage or a dragon car? Watch out for guys. What?

"Not all men are honest all the way, like me, so Emilia listened carefully to your father and didn't figure out who she could trust."

Puck nodded yeah to the words that Svalbard's usual condition came out,

"That's right, Leah. From now on, don't think of my opinion as a loud novel. Listen seriously. First of all, you can't have a guy with dark hair and bad eyes. If you bring someone like that, I won't lift you home anymore."

"Brutus, it's you again!

Anger at Puck for slashing the back I've left to him as a matter of course. One and one who leans his neck against a name he doesn't know. Subaru coughs to regain his mind,

"Anyway, that's it. Particular attention at night. Emilia, from Kawayui, I know you're always fighting the fear of being crawled at night."

"I hear the floor in my room is starting to pass on to the dreaded guardian if you step in without permission."

"It's dangerous. Correct for not being physically fit and sleeping after work. You can't even crawl at night, me."

"I'll leave the keys unlocked, so if you have the courage, maybe you can give it a try."

Raise your hands small, and that's all you have to say and Emilia leaves the room. On leaving, the kitten above her shoulder likewise greets her by hand.

At least, I could have called her and her guardian for a warning.

I think the two of you will probably be fine for this.

"Oh, yabe..."

Second, drowsiness ravages Dodd Subaru's consciousness the moment the relief plunges into his heart.

The sleeper, who has been distracted by pain, dominates consciousness all the time here, depriving Subaru of the strength of the root resistance.

The fact that he was not hungry or filled could have been one of the far-flung factors that did not give him the strength to resist it.

There was no way to sleep, and Subaru's consciousness fell to sink into the midst of the meltdown, as he chewed his lips.

In the narrow space between dreams and present, Subaru's consciousness drifts like a cloud.

During bedtime, I had heard somewhere before that the act of dreaming is a by-product of what happens as a result of the brain being organizing information.

Then even though he slept this way, the sight that prevented Subaru from sleeping was suitable for the reason of sorting out clear memories.

The moment the sensation of a thousand torn apart halves is smashed through the skull, the pain of a blown leg, the loss of a worn throat, the belly-judged despair still torments Subaru as he escapes reality standing in the abyss of his dreams.

Groaning, lying, twisting his body wet in sweat, and spilling tears from his tears, Subaru continues to fight the emotions that rise from within him.

Painful. Hard. Sad. Ouch. I don't like it anymore. I want to end it.

Crying sounds, weak sounds, overflowing, and every time my soul shreds. At the end of the day, it shredded and shredded, and I'm sure it won't leave anything worn out.

My mind and body are so shattered that it seems that way.

Fu, that kind of Subaru body tension disappears.

The chills that make your body tremble from your core, the fear, as if it was suddenly paid off.

The reason is, hands.

Someone is holding Subaru's hand.

Someone was trying to touch and retain the presence of Subaru drifting through unconscious narrows in the bedroom from the real side.

It felt warm. It was a gentle feeling. It has been conveyed that it is merciful.

I felt like I was saved. A gentle breeze blew into his desolate heart.

It was painful. Sleeping face calms down, sleep forgets the pain and returns to the quiet.

I wonder who it was. I wonder what it was.

Was it real or was this a convenient dream too?

With a faint lingering warmth in both right and left hands, palms -.

"- I wonder if you'll sleep with Gooska forever."

"No, no, no, no."

Subaru's bitter squeal kicked off his bedroom rampantly and forced him to wake up.

Shaken by the stiff feel of the floor, Beatrice stood on the opposite side, pinching the sleeping table, in front of Subaru, who grabbed the bed and lifted his body.

arms in an attitude that does not hide her grump in any way, and when she snorts with dignity,

"It's time for my appointment, so I didn't like it."

"There's a hatred you don't have to slap. Exactly like that now."

Throw your torso out on the bunk and Subaru tells you so in a tired tone.

Well, then I realized I was asleep and my liver just got a little cold. He said he had brought so much consciousness into his awakening and lacked vigilance.

"Sleep on the fourth day of the crux, or seriously, a lifeless asshole or me"

"I wonder if it would be loud with bumps. Let's go together."

Not dealing with Subaru, who mourns with his face covered with his palms, Beatrice heads to the door when he guides this consciousness by invitation. Subaru panicked on its back,

"Go... where are you going?"

"Are you telling me to spend the night in a room with this smell of yours? It's a wish. Betty's place is in the forbidden library, and that's not gonna happen."

Beatrice touches the door when she gently rings her fingers.

I don't see any modulation, but that's probably all I'm ready for 'crossing the door'.

It was an unexpected Beatrice offer, but Subaru accidentally appreciated that this was a pick up. Beatrice's "crossing the door" is arguably a troublesome substitute for the raiders for not letting them identify the location of the ambush. Although it doesn't work for Subaru for some reason, it has been confirmed that Rem doesn't have an effective means of 'breaking the door'.

"You've been thinking a lot unexpectedly."

"If we don't hurry up, the tea's gonna cool down, so we're gonna go back."

Beatrice replied sooo badly to Subaru's impressed voice. Apparently, I was overwhelmed that you took it into account.

Face to face that it was a loss to say, Fu Subaru looked at his own hands.

There's nothing particularly unusual about it, but I'm somewhat curious as to why.

Speaking of which, while asleep, someone, hands.

"Beatrice. I don't think so, but you weren't holding my hand or anything sleeping."

"I'm really serious. Even if you ask me to, let me politely refuse."

"That's all I'm saying.... but I'm with you when you die with me like that!

"Absolutely not."

Subaru with thumbs up and teeth glowing weakly.

It's my usual pose, but I'm not back in shape yet.

Leaving such a frightened exhale in Subaru, Beatrice walks through the door. He hastily fixed his familiarity everywhere, and Subaru crossed the door again to the forbidden library.

As always, Subaru thinks it's a room that can't wipe away the quiet and cluttered impressions.

This room, endlessly lined with bookshelves filled with books, will not change its outfit no matter how many times you visit it.

Beatrice, who entered the room first, went to the side of the stepladder, which, as usual, is in a fixed position. front of the door, sitting there waiving his role in chair handling to the habit of stepladder,

"I hope you're killing time appropriately. Whatever happens here... I don't think anything will happen, but I'll keep my contract."

"I don't care if they say it's a waste of time..."

tension and associated anxiety. I've been trying to get things back on track since just now, but I still can't be normal minded if the time in question approaches me.

Subaru looked around the room all the time, comparing a number of books lined up on the bookshelf.

"That's right. Do you have a book that just says" letter a "or something?

"... there is. Are you sure you can't read the other letters?

"Shame on you, man. But I still tried."

Hard work, being watched by the twins...

I made a huge decision about my wound myself and took a lot of damage.

"Step into the Forbidden Library of the Mazers, it's a treasure rot. I wonder if Betty would invite someone here once in a few years."

"Even if they say so, a book you can't read is a bunch of paper, and even if they say your chances of putting it in a forbidden library are precious..."

Unfortunately for Subaru, this room is unusual or irrelevant.

Subaru, who has decided that telling Beatrice about it now is not something to be proud of, will just shut his mouth.

Beatrice frowns in surprise at Subaru, who cuts his words halfway through. to her like that. Subaru stood his finger trying to change the subject,

"Speaking of which, have you been in this room forever?

"That's the deal."

"Another contract? Such a contract from within the young...... I can see how the dealer's sales lady caught me. The bigger the voice, the better the insurer."

"It's all a contract I wanted."

It was just a tone that refused to mention any more.

Beatrice's words that erased his expression, and Subaru nodded quietly,

"and others have testified -"

"If you don't be quiet, you're about to renege on your contract!

Standing up Beatrice pulls the book out of the bookshelf and throws it one after the other towards Subaru.

It is very rare to rely on these physical attacks only on Beatrice, who usually does not hesitate to bump into magical powers.

Receive the impotent girl's throw and place it on top of the nearby table. The attack breaks on the lid and Subaru, frowning, notices late.

About seven books thrown at me - to the fact that it was all a book written just by 'letter a'.

Face up, Subaru looks toward Beatrice.

As she mocked Subaru, who realized late in her intentions, she waved flickering,

"That's fine, Chika-chan. It's a little too difficult, isn't it?

"All the time. It's a little mundane for me, maybe I don't know."

"It would be disgusting if you two were in baby language!

"Oh, boy. I'm just up to you, take the level."

If Subaru shakes a story, it goes back to the fetus, not the baby.

Pull the cord, tap the placenta and communicate.

Now it's time to shrug both shoulders to that Subaru attitude, and Beatrice starts opening the book like she gave up the conversation altogether.

Looking down at her attitude, which was awesome, Subaru also sat in a nearby chair and took one of the books Beatrice threw for me.

I couldn't possibly get out the smell and thank you, but I was right and happy with the care.

As such, the silence in the forbidden library passes slowly.

We didn't speak to each other, only the sound of turning pages at slow intervals alternately flowed through the library.

The book Beatrice chose for me is still as good for children as it was for the last time. Although I can't help but to be biased towards children because the mere "letter (a)" means a demand similar to the content of plain pseudonyms alone.

Because of this, the time of reading had also ended Subaru's eyes only repeatedly doing the same page and coming.

I could afford to read the book in the beginning, but within moments and hours, such spiritual respite would be stripped away one by one.

- From a closed forbidden library, I can't ask what's going on outside.

Due to the nature of the room, the forbidden library, which is also not equipped with windows, etc., was once a 'frozen in time' place, as Beatrice told us.

Not in the literal sense, at least in the sense that I feel that way.

What time is the table now?

By the time Subaru was invited into the forbidden library, the sunset was already close.

Simply put, it would be a good calculation if Subaru could spend just about half a day here by the time he gets his fifth morning.

But when you put yourself in this stagnant place, you can't measure that feeling for just half a day at all.

I feel like it's only been an hour or so since I visited this room, or nearly ten hours.

The breathlessness that comes from anxiety and tension also plays a role in significantly reducing Subaru's ability to recognize the status quo, and he can no longer believe in his judgment.

Or so I also blamed Beatrice for asking that.

I was horrified that taking such action would make a difference, not feminism such as not to disturb her reading.

It's also hard to breathe to have stagnant hours like this. But if the situation fluctuates dramatically on some applause - and it's horrible too.

I can't go or go back, I just keep looking forward to the overwhelming event of time.

My fingers are paralyzed trying to turn the book, and my tongue tip complains of thirst. Heart highs carve familiar high speeds, tinnitus is tall, and you can hear blood roaming from all over your body.

How much time did you force such tension?

If the beginning was unreasonable, the end of it was not foreshadowed again.

- I'm calling.

To the pretend, such a grunt sounded quietly in the library.

There's Beatrice folding the book and putting it aside, in front of Subaru, who looks up like he's been bounced. As she gently descended from the stepladder,

"I wonder if they're calling."

She waves one finger at a time, as if she had forgotten the existence of a surprising Subaru.

Moments, Subaru's whole body gained such discomfort that the space distorted.

A feeling close to the floating sensation hits the body from all directions, and despite the moment, the wiggling feeling of fatigue and nausea spreads willingly throughout the body.

Pulling his body off the chair, Subaru scorned Beatrice, the culprit in resentment. And when she finally realizes that gaze,

"Oh, speaking of which, I was there. Have you forgotten?"

"You're in front of me, but you forget it, you're a low-level joke."

"Could it be a matter of priority? - She's calling me."

That's all I tell you, Beatrice goes through next to Subaru to the door.

Reaching out to her back trying to get out as a matter of course, Subaru can't hide his impatience.

"Oh, hey, wait! Now if I go outside..."

"It doesn't matter if you're pulling in. If we stay here, we'll be safe."

Blood goes up in the way he says not to hide his disdain, and Subaru follows that back when he stands like a kick in the chair. Hands on the door handle, just a few seconds of hesitation.

But...

"Oh, shit. What the hell, Konjo!

Encourage yourself with filthy remarks and open the door rampantly.

Immediately after...,

"Ahh."

Unexpectedly, a dumb voice was spilling out of Subaru's mouth.

Sticking his eyelids, he blocks the dazzling light with his hands and responds with agitation to the welcome of the morning sun.

Scratch the universe with your hands to be sure, and Subaru's body moves forward. Front of the aisle, a window peering into the garden - in that high sky, there was the sun that had just begun to rise.

I was so thirsty, I didn't get it no matter how many times I tried, it's the fifth morning sun.

"Ma'am... over, huh? Have a fourth night......!?

I can't believe the results in front of me, and I hit my hand and push it open with momentum that could break the window. Subaru felt the smell of the morning vividly as the cool breeze poured in and his forehead was stroked by the wind. Cold newborn wind blows the air out of the mansion.

Your legs are lowered and you stay behind without force. My back hit the wall and I slipped and lost my temper standing.

Suddenly, I have to describe it that way.

I couldn't even tell if it was a dream or a reality, a situation I couldn't imagine right now.

I gave up. I was desperate. It was rubbing off.

Even so, Subaru crossed the night of the fourth day and reached the fifth day.

"Ha ha..."

I don't know, a dry laugh leaked out of my mouth.

Once that spills out, I don't see any more way to stop it.

"Hihi, haha. Oh, my God. Hey, what the fuck? This, hey, ha..."

I can't think of a decent way to put my current feelings into words.

With his knees in his arms, Subaru keeps squatting in the aisle and exhaling laughter like he's lost his sanity.

I can't put it into words. Wordless. Finally, Subaru...

- Subaru?

It was a silver bell-like voice that interrupted that subaru's empty joy.

A silver-haired girl stands at the back of the aisle, looking up at the billionaire.

It's Emilia. On the morning of the fifth day, I was able to find her who welcomed it safely.

We're both over the fourth night. Such a fact also gives rise to an incomprehensible emotion in Subaru's mind.

However,

"Emilia......?

Emilia stares stunnedly at Subaru, as opposed to Subaru, whose inner joy spreads. And as she ran out to the lid, she rushed to the side of Subaru, where she sat,

"Subaru... where have you been?

"No, I..."

"Because... yeah, that's good. Just... come with me."

Hands drawn, Subaru rises, surprised by its forcefulness.

As it was, Emilia didn't even hear from Subaru, and ran out the hallway dragging this one forcefully.

With a sudden look at her behavior, but Subaru's throat, which he tried to mention, stops looking at Emilia's side.

There's a sense of unrecoverable agitation and impatience on her side.

It's like a look reminiscent of when fighting in a stolen goods store.

"Hey, what the hell..."

I couldn't ask if there was.

Because another sound struck Subaru's tympanic membrane faster than he uttered the word.

- I think it was a scream. Or maybe it's a scream.

High, tail pulling It is a cry of a soul filled with sorrow and unable to help but leave a sorrowful nail mark in the hearts of those who listen.

The scream of being torn apart had continued in extension, and had painfully conveyed its urgency to Subaru, whose situation was unclear.

Go through the aisle and head upstairs. The second floor on the east side is a hierarchy with private rooms for each of the servants. Passing through a room where Subaru was sleeping until a few days ago, Emilia aims further behind it as she pulls her hand - there,

"Roswar and..."

Long blue hair stands in the aisle and narrows her eyes to Emilia and Subaru, who rush over. Beatrice, who was no longer right beside him, kept her back on the wall and found herself in her hands with a cat with gray body hair round her.

"Inside."

Roswar responded to Subaru, who reached the three of them and tried to question the circumstances, only briefly.

What he showed was a private room with an open door, right next door.

Turning around Emilia nods against Subaru as well. Those purple blue eyes were moisturized and subaru was reluctantly pressed to make a decision.

Breathtaking, Subaru turns his foot inside the room.

Even as we step in, the screaming from earlier continues uninterrupted. And now it's obvious you can hear it from the room in front of you.

Inside, a lid that was closed from tension - opened it gently, Subaru saw.

It was a beautifully appointed room. It can be seen that private rooms, reflecting the slight character of the user and tastefully arranged with few conditioning items, are functionally utilized without wasting their limited space.

Even though the interval itself is almost identical to the room that Subaru used, I wonder if the users will be so distinctive just because they are different.

With that in mind, Subaru forgot the sight in front of him only for a moment.

But such a reality escape is no less, and the world pushes Subaru to a conclusion.

In the center of the private room, there is a carefully organized sleeping area.

On that sleeping area,

"Ahhhhhhhh!

There was a lamb that screamed all the time ripping my throat open to deep, deep sorrow, and weeping...

- Lem caught his breath and lay with her.