Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

I had doubts a long time ago.

Rosewar L. Maysers, Lord of Loyalty, needs to kill the Dragon, which protects the Kingdom of Lugnica, in order to achieve his ultimate purpose.

Ram was told by an important piece of Rosewall that was essential for that purpose almost ten years ago.

A village of red and burning demons, where Rosewale saved Ram and ■ ■ demanded compensation.

And Ram decided to pay the price in return for the demons.

To that end, I would like to cooperate with you, regardless of your plans to kill the Dragon.

The only thing that wasn't answered in the rum was how to kill the dragon.

It's not easy. Even if you make a plan and take measures, it is not easy. If the time comes, what can Ram do?

"I'll know when the time comes. --Your role can only be played by your sisters."

I feel like I've been given a chipped word somewhere.

I wondered what that meant, but I hadn't really thought about it until today.

"Finally. Rosewall's aim."

All of Rosewall's actions are for the ultimate goal of his long life.

To this end, we dived deeply into the Kingdom of Lugnica, rescued Ram and ■, and held the "Sanctuary" as a test of readiness, and tried Natsuki Subaru for this purpose.

Even if you are forced to change your original plan, your efforts will not be in vain. --No, he won't waste it.

Therefore, the answer came from among the rums.

That's why Rosewall took the little demon sister ■ as his last trump card.

■ ■ was taken in place of the lost corner of the ram.

Ram and ■ ■ 's sister ■ were placed at hand to kill the dragon as two demons alone.

Of course, Rosewall can't escape the influence of the power of 'Conquest'.

As a result, he must have forgotten why ■ ■ was placed in his mansion. But even if I forgot, I knew what I was after right away.

And while watching the rums struggling to recover ■ ■ from the damage of "convulsion," the fact did not go unnoticed. Absolutely, everywhere.

"You can't change the things you care about."

Once thwarted by Subaru's actions, he continued to work to fulfill his purpose under the water.

It's a nasty nature. What are you doing without Ram's eyes by now?

However, I think so.

--At the time of this trip, when Subaru allowed Ram to accompany the Subaru to take ■ ■, I wondered if Rosewale had anticipated such a possibility.

I might think too much.

In the first place, it was an unforeseen event that the Bishop of the Great Crimes of "Congestion" appeared in the Preades Monitor Tower, and there could not have been any certainty that Ram or ■ would be placed in a dangerous situation.

This may have been a little paranoid for Ram to overestimate the man he admired.

But...

"Anyway, it feels better to think that I could be trusted by a man I like."

I thought that if there was rum, ■ ■ and other faces would be protected.

If anything, he believed that Ram, aware of Rosewall's hidden thoughts, had chosen to turn a trump card to kill the Dragon.

It feels much better to think that a man named Rosewar L. Maysers has valued a woman named Ram for ten years.

So...

"--I feel really good right now. Beat me up."

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The feat of the Fist King, Nage Rockhart, is a bit of a storytelling grass in the Holy Volachian Empire's Swordsman Isle of Loneliness, Guinunheive. --No, it was a storyteller.

Now that he has been devastated by the power of the Ragnarok and deprived of both the Name and the Memory, there is nowhere to find out what he has accomplished as a swordsman.

Nage was the only swordsman who survived hundreds of deaths with only a handful of empty fists as a weapon and finally gained the right to free his slaves.

In front of his fist, which holds the refined fighting spirit in his fist, receives the sword, and smashes steel, any obstacle is as soft as a maiden's skin, and may be said to have killed one of the most human beings in history.

Beri Heinerga, the Carnivore, is a rare serial killer who shivered the Holy Kingdom of Gusteco with such brutal tactics. --No, I had a tremor once.

Nobody remembers the many tragedies and lessons he has learned as a killer, now that he has been victimized by the power of the Conquest and deprived of both the Name and the Memory.

Beri was born with abnormal growth and acquired physical strength that was almost impossible to achieve in humans. And there were many vicious crimes, hugging and killing men of my choice.

Powerful body and tough skin without scratches with a sword. This killer, seeking contact and warmth, was one of the worst criminals feared alongside the 'gut hunt'.

Jumper Dolkel's career has changed. Formerly a merchant who lived in the Kararagi metropolitan state, Dorkel was a deviant who heard the voices of unusual things and left the way.

Now that he has been victimized by the power of 'Ravage' and deprived of both 'Name' and 'Memory', the fact that he has been made a laugher by many as a deviant has been lost and no one remembers it.

One day, Dolkel suddenly threw away his wife and son. Then he chose the path of worship of something that did not exist and became a pervert who chose to make contact with witches.

Ultimately, Dolkel developed a different power than magic, but it was different from the doctrine of witchcraft, a heresy among the heretics even banished from witchcraft.

In other words, they are no less supernatural than Phantoms, Weirds, and Madmen.

Most humans don't have teeth, and they're not finished with them alone, and they're mixed with all kinds of "memories" in "bulimia" to make it the best thing.

What happens when Nage Rockhart gains Beri Heinerga's endurance and Dolkel's Undisputed abilities?

It is the completion of a vicious existence rarely seen in history.

Until now, the Bishop of the Great Crimes of 'Ravage', Rye Batenkaitos, has not done it.

Because I feared that my very existence would be taken into the pot by mixing all kinds of "memories" in a large pot called myself.

But even if I drank the contents of the mixed pot, I would never be taken in - at least in the subjective of Batenkaitos.

And beyond that, there is no hesitation in trying to break through the limits that I had set myself without daring to do.

All the great talents, careers, and possibilities of the world - it is the "gastronomer" who has consumed all the limits of "gastronomy" and accumulated it in himself that is Rye Battenkaitos.

Therefore, on this day, the Sand Tower at the eastern end of the world was born a magician who blended all kinds of technologies and abilities in a high dimension, whether congenital or acquired.

The Magus had the arms to destroy everything, the body not to accept any attack, the magic trick to bounce back any magic trick, and the wisdom to master everything.

Wherever we look in history, we have never been so brilliant in all our abilities, and we will never be born thousands of years from now.

This is an extraction of the possibilities of the world created by the abominable calamity known as the Witch Factor.

The supreme 'gourmet' itself, born from a large pot of only excellent stuff,

I'll give you three chances.

Before that rare existence, a peach-haired girl raised three fingers and said.

A girl who bled from her forehead and had cold light in her pale red eyes. She was in a state of debridement and suffered major injuries that hindered her behavior throughout her thin body.

There are many other reasons why she can't keep standing. I know that.

The biggest factor is not scratches or bleeding, but the weak body does not function as a receptacle for her existence. --I think it's too bad.

"I'll let you hit me three times first. There's something I'd like to try. Isn't that bad?

However, with such emotions and the wind blowing everywhere, the girl kept her fingers up, as if to provoke us.

Three times, it's a fatal sentence. In the first place, it can't be tolerated, even once.

And there is no particular reason to reject the offer.

I never thought it was a trap.

I'm not a girl who makes such negotiations meaningless. However, you must sincerely tell them that excessive confidence can destroy you.

If you put it in the same pan, you might know something.

"--Sister, I'm coming."

Slowly, it explodes its powerful rear foot and strikes as hard as you want.

It is sucked into the face of a girl who is ready with an excessive shot of power to destroy a girl, packed with the skill and destructive power of the champion -

"First, once."

"─!?

At a moment when I thought I had definitely caught her, the girl's face shrugged off her fist as close as possible. Then, with your hand on the extended arm, the released knee kick snaps your right arm at the elbow.

An unlikely event. With a tough body that could not even pass through the slash of the sword, the girl put her knees into the stretched arm and elbow joints - the only place where they existed - and destroyed them.

But...

Left foot jumps up into the girl's face with the impact of a broken right arm.

Not in retaliation for my arm, but it was my knee kick that targeted my face. Sleek, long legs and white knees crushed the girl's soft nose and ruined her beautiful face.

"Second time"

Words spinned from his thin lips, and he hears them and doubts his ears.

I was supposed to keep my mouth shut. However, the girl moved her hand so as to trace the knee kick from the side and softly shifted the trajectory upwards.

The released knee is quickly passed over the girl's head as if it had been released to trace the empty sky from the beginning.

And then...

"Third time"

The left elbow, which was kicked in the right arm and left knee and released with the momentum of turning, was sharp and hard. It would have crushed the girl's skull like a fruit and smashed its contents into the floor of the tower.

- I was supposed to.

The elbow iron aimed at the girl's temples stayed only to dance a few of her peach hair.

And the girl with her elbows stretched out, as if she knew it was coming, grabbed this face again with her extended hand,

"Stupid."

And I told him more ruthlessly than ever, and I slammed my head on the floor.

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As he whispered, he slammed the approaching baton kites on the floor while changing his appearance in front of him, and Ram threw three fingers at his face.

"A man who fights with three chances loses three times. If you really don't want to win, you'll even be left out of luck."

"Bhaha....."

"Thank you. I can prove it. --Not even luck of time is the enemy of Ram anymore."

The most terrifying enemy was the irrational fate of Ram himself.

But Ram lay it down with his own hands, and even it lay down under his feet.

There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

"─ ─"

Baten Khitos, lying on the ground, stood with the momentum of swinging his legs up and down. Ram stepped in without hesitation to the opponent who tapped his broken right arm.

Blood flows from the forehead. However, the pain and loss boiled the rum's blood from the bottom.

Oh, how angry. I've always thought this feeling, this feeling of Aung Yang, was annoying.

I always hated Ram's hateful demon instincts, his desire to fight, his exhilaration at waving his power, and his desire to boil blood to kill his enemies to kill.

So that night, when the horn on my forehead broke, I thought I was free.

It's ironic.

As he spills, Ram takes the arm that is slammed and throws the opponent on his back. Throw it on the floor and kick its head down to the back of the aisle.

Keep away from the wounded dragon and the girl leaning against the wall.

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A sleeping girl insists on the presence of a white horn on her forehead that shines faintly.

Originally, she couldn't make horns work, even if she was a demon.

However, even if the feeling remains lost, Ram and the girl are twin sisters - what is called 'synesthesia' - a physical connection that is sometimes bound between the dark presence of blood.

The very existence of the rum has been felt in the past year of taking care of the sleeping lemon.

Not only the resemblance in appearance, but also the feeling that Ram could easily accept the fact that she was his sister.

However, the "synesthesia" and the sleeping lemon had nothing to do with it.

If Lem had seen one of his scary dreams, it might have been transmitted to Ram, but never in the past year.

In other words, the sleeping lem has no dreams. ---Just staring at the darkness behind your eyelids all the time, just breathing in a world of nothing.

Therefore, it is only by chance that I realized the abuse of "synesthesia" here.

Angry, but thanks to Subaru's ideas. The idea of doing the same came about when he took on the burden of rum with a strange force and gave him the power to fight.

Connected by "synesthesia", they share strong emotions, sometimes even injuries and pain.

I don't know the principle, but there was this hypothesis in a book I read at first reading in Beatrice's forbidden library.

― ― "Synesthesia" means that the odds are connected and act between two different individuals.

Odo is also referred to as the soul, the source of power that exists deep in the human being.

Sometimes used as a force to use magic instead of mana, Odo is the pure nature that makes that person who he is.

The theory is that the "synesthesia" is the result of connecting things that are not invaded by anyone, and that are born from the same foetus.

In the end, it is not a proven story that has been cleared up as a myth.

But I don't suppose it was any worse than it was in the forbidden library. Above all, Ram personally liked the theory.

It's nice to be born with someone connected to you.

"It was a lot of trouble because of that annoying horn."

Ram hated the destructive impulse coming from the white corner.

It was also abominable for the surrounding people to hold Ram back as the reincarnation of the demon god. There is no such thing as an unknown old existence and no connection between the rums.

Rather than that, Ram should be valued.

So, it would be nice if you were connected to someone independently of that stuff.

And if you really have a connection to someone like that,

"--I 'm sure Ram won't stop loving her by birth."

Even if you are a baby, don't ask for the means to protect that bond.

To protect, to love, to have mercy, to love, to give everything.

So...

"Forgive me. At a time like this, I want you to bear the burden of a bad sister."

Through "synesthesia," Ram shares the burden on his body with his sleeping sister.

I felt the power of Subaru once and for all. Once seen, Ram can mostly be achieved in the same way.

The same is true of the Subaru alley - it is probably forcibly connecting the other person's and his own, causing a rather one-way 'sense of synesthesia'. If you think about sending the burden on the Subaru side, you can send it, but Subaru is stupid, so don't do it.

Conversely, by unilaterally taking over, they try to reduce the burden on their allies.

"- Stupid."

The same words that I used earlier on in Batenkaitos.

But it didn't resonate the same way, even with the same words.

Ram can reproduce what Subaru did with power as a rem connected with 'synesthesia'.

I don't know what happened to Subaru. But this will be a little better. Ram can get rid of the horrible situation of being connected to Subaru all the time.

Instead, the burden of the ram is flowing towards the lemon.

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Sleeping Lem doesn't say anything.

However, in a healthy manner, the white horns held in the stacked hands - the broken horns of the ram that were contained in the cane - continue to be sent to the ram as a catalyst, flowing into its own horns.

As a result, it is incalculable how much burden it will place on Lem's flesh to pass through the enormous mana that Ram needs.

--Therefore, it is a short-term final.

"Hey, man, maaaaaa!!

Barking, the kicked baton kitos dance back under the rum.

A magic trick that uses the power of the "jumper" and the power of the player to scratch away the distance that existed in an instant - but that magic trick is meaningless if the opponent is completely overlooked.

"You're late, Unolo. This will make Ram an old woman."

Steal the opponent's vision with "Senri Eye".

Aim is easier to read than mind with the other person's focus, eye movements, how to apply force, and their integration.

Avoid protruding palms and twist all five fingers to the opposite side like a slip.

Put an elbow iron in the throat that is about to scream, and kick the opponent against the wall with a sharp back turn.

"Ka....."

"Well, Ram is cute even when he's old."

Grab the collar of the other person's clothes and pull it down, then drop it from the back of your head to the ground again. He smashed his heel down on his face and crushed his nose.

He lowered his grabbing arms and knocked the wind blade into countless pieces.

"- Gh, ahhhh!!

"What a lovely face you're screaming at."

The whole body is cut into the wind blade, and the baten kites blow up while spraying blood droplets.

As usual, the body is calmly and repeatedly changing, but thoroughly, only seeing it from the top of its neck does not change it.

I think I'm going to throw up. Ram doesn't do such a thing because he doesn't have any items.

――――

Batenkitos jumps in without a trick, bleeding with horrible blood.

Correctly, they probably use divine techniques. With the power of the various transcendentals, they must be creating a technique that no one can reproduce.

Ram crushes his outstanding attacks in all directions with more violence than that.

With hundreds and thousands of tricks, you twist and crush with hundreds of millions of forces. This was no longer such a battle.

I won't let you touch Batenkitos. I'm fine.

Unlike Subaru, I still get used to it. I removed about two more shackles.

Probably 50% of the peak season - no, because the rum at that time was young, the rum is stronger than it was when it grew up.

And not drowning in that strength was Ram's strength.

"I knew I was right to have my horns broken."

Had it not been for that night, I might have succumbed to the temptation of the horns someday.

I'd say it's impossible, but I don't know the answer to the impossible. So Ram is right now and boasts of the cleanliness of the road he walked.

Thanks to the loss of horns, Ram became his hated 'ghost'.

"In the first place, if it wasn't for that night, I wouldn't have been able to see Mr. Rosewall, so I wouldn't have been able to compare."

In answer to the conclusion that there was no more, Ram put his palm in front of him.

At the palm of his eyes and at the tip of his nose, a spatially leaping baten kite appears. The face astonished at being read where it appeared, grabbing it as an eagle,

"You can't fly in a row, right? I'm tired of seeing magic. And that face."

Ma...

"I won't wait"

Cold and reckless, Ram generates a blade of wind in the palm of the opponent's face.

In an instant, his eyes, nose, lips, ears, and all parts of his face were chopped to pieces, and Batenkitos screamed out blood.

Let the blade of the wind decimate you until your face is gone.

And from the hand of Ram who did it, in an instant, the figure of Batenkitos disappeared.

But you can't escape, from wounds, from pain, or from reality.

"Ah, ahhhhhhh!!

As he cried, Batenkaitos, who shed a lot of blood instead of tears, beat around.

Looking at it, Ram slowly advanced to you.

Hearing the footsteps of the approaching rum, Batenkitos changes his appearance.

The owner of a long, sturdy body. --I knocked my fist off and broke my knee.

Kicked down, Batenkitos changes his appearance to escape Ram.

A bearded giant, rounded to consolidate protection. ---Kick up his body, nail him to the ceiling with a fist blow, and turn his pride under his skin into a chunk of guzzle.

Batenkitos changes his appearance to kill Ram, who inflicts endless torment and suffering.

A bald old man, a magic trick of the devil. --Grabbing the broken magic of the seed with pity, he pushes his face against the wall and runs with his whole body shredded.

"Ah, babababaaaaaa!!

Batenkitos is held by the rigidity of the ram and shreds his whole body without a place to escape. The figure changes to find the optimal solution with the glue in the hand of the ram.

And the whole thing shall be sealed off, and Ram shall mourn with strength hundreds, thousands, and thousands of victims.

They shall feed themselves with strength for the thoughts they have loved, trampled upon, and scorned, the ways they have walked, the ways they have forged, the ways they have been taught by 'convulsion'.

You will no longer be used for tricks, paths, thoughts.

Nothing works for Ram.

Take responsibility for yourself.

With his arms shaken out, Ram threw away a desecrated blasphemer with his whole body severely shredded.

Roll into the passage of the surveillance tower, shivering baten kites. Your figure changes slowly, slowly, slowly.

The figure that relied on a number of "memories" changed,

"Oh, it's been a long time. I missed you, that face. It's about the third from above."

"A-ah, ah, ah"

While wiping off the blood on her forehead, there is a baten kite at the end of Ram's gaze that loosened her lips.

In a real sense, it's Baten Khitos. Until then, Batenkaitos had returned to his face and appearance rather than the presence of a minor who borrowed the faces and moves of others.

No matter who you become, no matter who you depend on, you can't escape yourself.

Whether the horns are broken or not, Ram cannot be changed into a demon.

As if Ram were Lem's sister, even if he was deprived of her 'Memory'.

"Do you at least try to resist with your own strength for the last time?

――――

"That said, you said you were worried about the spiral stairs. --Looks like you have a brother or sister. Why don't you show your love for your brother and sister?

The fallen battenkaitos, his painful breathing, was stopped unexpectedly.

I didn't lose my life. I reacted to Ram's words.

As soon as my brother and sister heard the sound, Batenkitos' breathing subsided slightly. And then Batenkitos slowly woke up on the spot -

"My... my... my... sister..."

"Don't give me a hand, huh? I hate you, but do you think you're in a position to make that claim? Have you ever listened to someone's complaint?

"That's it...."

――――

The bloody face is distorted and the baten kites beg with tears.

Ram narrowed his eyes slightly to the grieving appeal. Then, keep your eyes down with your breath.

"Think about it..."

"--Onee-sama is too kind."

At that moment, the moment he lost his sight, Batenkitos disappeared, leaving nothing more to say.

The "Jumper" Dolkel's space jump - without even leaving a trace, the Blasphemer disappeared from sight.

- He ran away.

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"Hahaha! Ahahahaha! Ahahahahaha!

Using the genius of the "Jumper" Dolkel, Batenkitos fled the realm of Ram.

I don't think about getting rammed up anymore. Pretend it's okay and choose to escape.

I can't win. I can't win. I can't beat that.

As I thought, it was a monster. It's a good place to get stronger and come back after you've earned time.

It wasn't on the plate of food or on the plate of bad food, that's what it was.

"Louis and Roy, I'm sorry for both of you! It's important for food."

While pressing on his body wounds, Batenkitos laughs at his siblings who were targeting the same prey.

It was about time Louis left the front early and Roy was rampaging elsewhere. After all, if that demon targets us, we can leave peacefully.

Roy of "The Bad Eater" doesn't know how to pull it off, so he may finally die, but he can't help it.

Rather, it was easy for Roy's "bad food". Sometimes the food that was supposed to come around here was stolen because it was the kind of thing that ruined the feeding grounds as much as he liked.

--No, was it really "gourmet" that I had eaten so far?

"This guy's useless all the time... ahh, shit! Shit, shit, shit! I can't believe there's such a thing! I wish I didn't know!!

It's not the feeling caused by your sister's desire for her sister.

It was an immeasurable, immensely obsessed desire - an intense emotion born from within the Batenkites and truly, truly desirable from the bottom of my heart.

I want to eat it all up. I want to taste it all with my whole body and spirit.

It was meant to be a "gastronomer", and to receive all kinds of emotions and excellent ingredients. But now that I knew there was "authenticity" in the world, everything was fading.

The existence of Rei Batenkaitos has collapsed and turned into dust mustard, believing it to be a worthy object as the Bishop of the Great Crimes of "Ravage".

The magnificent dining table, which seemed so sparkling, culminated in a sandbox game with mud dumplings.

"I want that."

I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want.

I don't mind throwing everything away to taste it.

If you want to eat that, you have no regrets about losing everything you've accumulated so far.

I don't want to taste anything but that. I don't want to satisfy myself other than that.

Oops, uhh

While running, vomit leaked from the edge of the mouth of Batenkitos.

It is not caused by pain or suffering. It was just unbearable. Everything that fills you is dirty because you know the supremacy, not the things that you believed to be the best.

Why did you think anything other than that would be great? Did you praise it? Did you enjoy it?

I love things other than really wonderful things, and I wonder what a 'gastronomer' is!

"Ah, that's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, that's why I want it to be! Drink up, eat up!

A rising appetite, a feeling of hunger filled, and a heartfelt cry for hope.

If you want to be one, if you want to mix up, and if your appetite is to take in something out there, then "eating too much" that drives you is the ultimate love.

"I love you, I love you... yes! I love you! Sister... no, Ram! We love you..."

The great emotions that have sprouted inside you, the words that tried to shout it, suddenly cut off.

The cause was pain, which was due to newly occurring pain.

"A-ah?"

Holding her cheeks down, Batenkitos checked her bloody palms.

A new cut, a cut that ripped Batenkitos' cheek as he was heading out of the tower to escape - the cause was empty space.

――――

He silently stretched out his fingers, and Batenkitos saw his fingertips cut.

There is an invisible blade in the empty space.

"What?"

It's the same trick that Batenkitos showed Ram on the spiral staircase.

The technique of placing an invisible blade in space was a legendary synovial technique, but it doesn't matter anymore because I discarded whose 'memory' it was.

The problem is, there's a blade here that Batenkitos doesn't remember.

"No way...."

Avoiding a blade with a shallow finger cut, Batenkitos tries to push his feet further back - his toes blow up and he screams "Ahh" and turns upside down.

Then, the upside-down back of your head is shallowly shaved, forcing your face to stand up.

--It is surrounded by an invisible blade.

"... Ha, really?

I showed it to you once.

Once in battle, it was also an invisible technique, so you wouldn't have seen it.

Besides, she hasn't even actually brought her foot here. Nevertheless, she has captured our escape route and placed an unseen blade ahead of her.

――――

Batenkitos barely laid his hand on the right eye of life, not on the left eye, which was cut and crushed by the blade of the wind. ― ― Ram shares this eye in "Senri Eye".

She didn't let Batenkitos escape. Stay with these eyes and don't let them escape.

Hihaha

Batenkitos laughed. I can't laugh anymore.

I love you. For the first time, I burned hard against something. I fell in love with it outside its standards.

And then...

"Aaah! Wait, wait! Wait, wait, we're almost there! Just a little more! Just a little more!

No matter how much you complain to the "Thousand Eyes", it is knowledge that you cannot reach your voice.

So, desperate calls are not meant to be heard. It was meant to push myself.

In a hurry, Batenkitos immediately attached himself to the side wall.

I threw away what I had eaten and did something early. If only the genius of the Fist King remained, you wouldn't have to struggle.

With such emotions behind him, Batenkitos slams his arm against an invisible blade. The wrists of both hands blew out and bled out from the wound.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, but it doesn't matter now.

"Take it, our thoughts! Watch me, our wish!

Just push the bloody arm against the wall and write the letter with full force.

A small body filled with black blood wrote a large letter on the wall of the sand tower.

Bhaha

Then you step back and look at the letter with your right eye open.

The blood on the wall will reach the unbearable person from the bottom of your heart.

I'm sure she'll be overlapping with herself until the end.

"Ah, love me..."

--Before I could say it all, the head of the Bishop of the Great Crimes of "Congestion" was chopped off by the blade of the wind.

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"--Hula"

Rum shook his fingers and blew the blade of the wind, muttering just one word.

Magic magnitude affects the effect range, but its power does not change. Besides, with the sharpness of the wind blade, it is enough to fly a thin neck with minimal force.

After chasing after the fleeing Conquest, Ram flew only one blade of wind.

The footsteps of the desperately fleeing "convulsion" were easily followed by the "Thousand Eyes". I worked on a pawl to be precise, but it seemed to have worked well for a rush.

And just before the last blade arrived, "bulimia" showed abnormal behavior.

He cut off his arm, and wrote blood letters on the wall with his blood.

Dirty, terrible and one-sided, it was malicious harassment worthless to see -

――――

At the end of the day, as the blood letters roll around, you watch them fly in rotation and close your eyes.

I couldn't relieve myself without it, that's all. There is no dust, such as a sense of obligation to watch.

The blasphemer made a mistake in his last choice.

And Ram was not merciful if he risked his life for his brother and sister. But he conspired to feed it on rum and used it as a tool to survive.

You don't even know how to give back what you ate. Had I known, I would have begged for it as a trading material. --There was no such thing. That's why I get paid.

"Whoever holds a sword is a sword, whoever holds a demon is a demon, whoever holds a flame is a flame. --And what I wish for a demon, I made it a base, and it will destroy me."

--That's how Ram believes in retribution.

He lowered his arms and breathed for a long time.

Then Ram looks back and returns to a much rougher passage. I couldn't fight nearby, so I dared to open my distance.

It's a distant feeling, and Ram's footsteps deviate from nature.

"─ ─"

Once you get back through the collapsed wall, it was the high ground dragon that welcomed the rum.

The dark dragon used his body and cleverly hid Lem behind his back. Worst case scenario, if Ram hadn't come back, he would have used it as a shield.

Even though it has become so worn out, the earthly dragon that has never really existed in Subaru, such as trying to keep Subaru's word healthily,

"- No, I don't think so. You wanted to protect Lem, too?

――――

"Yes... good boy, Patrash."

Gently stroking the neck of the dragon,

The scratchy girlfriend will also need to be brought into the Green Room soon. The earthly dragon, which demonstrates his loyalty, cannot be made impossible by this wound.

Ram didn't want to be ruthless to his sister's benefactor, Enrong.

And the earth dragon was stirred up, and Ram went under Lem, which was hidden behind her.

We have already solved the problem of sharing the power of horns using "synesthesia", and there are no horns on the forehead. However, the recoil, which replaced the power of Ram like the Onigami, certainly eroded his body.

Ram himself, when he thinks of the recoil that he will visit from afar, he becomes more distracted.

But...

"I don't think about wild things right now."

Slowly kneeling on the spot, Ram put his hand on his sleeping sister's cheek.

The bond as a sister without a sense of reality, it has a much more definite sense of reality than before, and I feel that love and importance are overflowing.

He broke the horns, lost his power as a reincarnation of the Onigami, and has lived to this day.

Until now, Ram has come to the conclusion that he was there to be himself, and he doesn't think he was wrong about it.

However, from this moment on today, it has changed.

That day, the horn of the rum broke...

"--I came here today to find out that Ram is Lem's sister."

Through the "synesthesia", I was able to realize that I was an irreplaceable sister and sister who shared a world in the touch of the soul and soul.

"I want to talk to you more than ever. What time did you and Ram spend? Let's fill up the missing memories of what happened yesterday together."

Time keeps passing, so memories of the future accumulate as much as possible.

So let's bloom every night, many times in memory, so that everything doesn't disappear without knowing anything and being forgotten.

"Let's talk a lot about yesterday."

"Sleeping Princess" doesn't answer.

However, the silence did not tighten his chest, and Ram smiled while filling with warm things.

With a smile, I can move my lips without doubting my feelings anymore.

I love you, Lem.

I'm sure that no matter what time we spend together, we can't betray this thought alone.

Strangely speaking the same thing as the last words of the distorted bishop of great sin, even though it still sounds the same, it does not sound the same.

Things that do not know love and things that live in love will never resonate the same way.

It never sounds the same.