Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

― ― The vast azure sky that breaks through looks down with majestic eyes at the business of the people underneath.

The white sun is blinking, and the white clouds flow slowly.

Stroking her neck in the lukewarm breeze, she breathes quietly and deeply as she snarls her light blue hair.

Feel the world full of body and realize that you are part of it.

It feels like I've been told something difficult with a very eloquent rhetoric. However, if it is said that it is necessary for me now, I will put it into practice first rather than doubt.

It is in a position to beg for the teachings that one wants from oneself. The days are still shallow. Too short to throw.

That being said--

"...... I don't lie to an impatient feeling"

Gently place your hand on your chest and wait for the air to exert its power in your lungs.

I don't really feel that this feeling is getting fat inside me. It was difficult, and my instant desire for results was disgusting.

--No, perhaps it is more because of the situation than because of one's own personality that one wants to seek immediate results.

Not to yourself, not here, but to someone else who is trying to play a role elsewhere.

"--Ah! Are you here!"

Then, as she quietly meditated, she heard a voice on her back and remembered the breath she was holding. A small shadow rushes towards you as you look back, exhaling the air that has accumulated in your chest.

A young boy with fluffy, pink hair. She had a lovely face, a cherry-colored cheek, dazzling white raw feet wearing short pants, and such a dangerous child.

The boy, who looked about eleven or twelve years old, smiled when he came before our eyes.

"Priscilla-sama wants you!" I want you to come with me! "

“Okay, thank you very much, Mr. Schult.”

“It's a ridiculous thing! There's nothing to be thanked for."

That said, while humble, the edge of Schult's mouth was loose in the state of the boy who was happily dyeing his cheeks.

But the errands he brought with him are errands. I can't help laughing.

Thinking like that, I squeezed my loose cheek and nodded with a small breath ─ ─

Well then, let's go together.

"Yes, there is! I'm going to join you, Mr. Lem!"

Schult bounces and puts his hand on his head to salute him. A little surprised by Schult's momentum, the girl-Rem nodded and the two of them headed to the Lord of Summoning.

Under Priscilla Barriel, the provisional master of Lem, in the citadel city of Guaral.

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The fall of the citadel city of Gualal - a terribly ridiculous operation that ended up ten days after the city was captured with minimal human damage.

Fortunately, the chaos in the city is small, and the skill of the Imperial Commander, Zikl Othman, and the leadership of Misserda, whose influence is not diminished when the Chieftain is transferred to her sister, speak for themselves.

The presence of both of them suppressed the rampage of those who had armed forces and prevented the outbreak of chaos and tragedy.

Of course, those who can fight are not the only ones in the city.

Rather, they are overwhelmingly numbered by townspeople unrelated to the war. However, even if they didn't make a living from the battle, the townspeople of Guaral thrived.

Initially, I heard that Zikl and the Imperial Guard, who had taken over the City Hall with little fighting, were in strong contempt.

However, the frustration of the townspeople quickly disappeared.

And that's also--

"It is the custom of the Empire to follow stronger rules. If so, it would have been clear to everyone that there was more righteousness in the actions of the concubine than in the mere words of their mouths."

"That's..."

"Or hang your head and withstand the storm. If the wind stops, yell aloud to fix the broken house." Is the word for something worthwhile? "

“No matter how much, I think it's cheating in the extreme.”

It's not just a simple standing position, it's a way of saying something that looks at the other person from above. Lem quietly replied to the gateway that blocked the escape.

The answer lasts for a beat, and then a slight throat rattles.

"Do you call my concubine cowardly and mean?" I see, it's a good place to live, Rem. "

"If life is at stake, I think it is unknown. But Priscilla can't do anything so short-tempered."

”I guess I'll use your measure to estimate my concubine?”

Originally, I didn't have any other rulers.

Red eyes were looking at him, but Lem objected with determination.

For Lem, who loses his memory and has no realistic past, everything he sees is fresh, and all the actions he takes are unknown experiences.

As a result, you may buy the opponent's displeasure, but if you're too afraid of it, you can't move a step. Sure enough, approximately twenty days have passed since the beginning of his life - the last few days Lem has been spending time with the woman in front of him without dying.

Therefore...

"Hmm, I'll say something small." You cute little girl. "

And, when the opponent caught me off guard, I was somehow able to expect it.

Occasionally, for reasons beyond my understanding, I work irrationally, but basically it was an impression of a rational woman with noisy remarks, and that was Priscilla, the woman in front of Lem's eyes.

Priscilla is spreading a book on her lap with a cheek stick on a luxurious chair. She would be very picturesque to behave like the lord of a palace or a mansion, but this is a debt.

Today, Priscilla, who stays in the citadel, hosts the city's largest mansion and spends leisurely days there. The mansion is the largest building in the city except for the city government building, and it is a lavish waste of space that can accommodate a few people.

Of course, there was a backlash from the original owner of the mansion regarding the takeover, but it was settled in the form of a small amount of blood flowing through the way of the Empire - the savage way.

In other words, the exercise of power to pass each other's claims-

――――

Lem's gaze turned toward the corner of the room.

In the room where Priscilla called and gathered all the things that were in her side service, except for Lem and Schult with a smile, the other figure also appeared.

The man was the one who wielded the sword in the "Duel" over the treatment of the Mansion.

"Mr. Heinkel."

"... what is it?"

No, I seemed to be looking at me deeply, so I was wondering if something had happened.

A man who responded in a low voice to Lem's call made a sinister face in response to repeated inquiries. As it was, he scratched his red hair violently,

"It's not a big deal. I was just dumbfounded by Miss Priscilla's way of talking and not knowing what she was afraid of."

"You don't know what scares you next, don't you?" It's not like that... "

"That's what I looked like." Don't get all cheeky with me. "

With a small tongue, the man waved his hand at Lem's answer, scratching his head.

The man named Heinkel, one of Priscilla's subordinates, had the appearance of being tall, trained on burning red hair and ruined by innocence.

After deciding that Priscilla would remain in the citadel city of Guaral, it was Heinkel and Schult who flew from their original base. The men with the helmet - Al's men - were Priscilla's servants.

Of course, Lord Rem is one of us now!

"Don't let yourself out, little man." She's the daughter of Priscilla's enemies. Not on our side, but on our potential enemies. ”

"Huh!? Rem, you were our enemy!?"

"Well, it's on hold."

Lem replied to Schult, who opened his eyes wide and panicked in amazement.

Heinkel's words are extreme, but it's Lem's complicated position that can't be denied. Lem's affiliation with no memory, there is a lack of awareness and information to confirm it.

Of course, the most helpful thing to help REM determine his fussy standing position---

"... that person..."

I know that the presence of Natski Subaru, a black-haired boy who left the castle city to perform the role imposed on him, confirms Lem's ambiguous position.

However, it was Lem's mood that made him accept it honestly and could not listen to his words.

His actions, his words, and the terrible cynicism surrounding Subaru's whole body were not easily accepted by Lem - no, that's not the only reason now.

Certainly the impudence was an obstacle for Lem to see Svalbard as he was, but Lem had already admitted that there was no lying or malice in his words and deeds.

The reason I can't accept him honestly is that Lem's own foothold is uncertain.

Who he was and how he was related to Natsuki Subaru and others.

If you can't face it, you won't be able to move Lem's time or stopped legs.

You want to face Subaru to make sure you're there, but you have to make sure you're there to face Subaru.

It was no longer a dilemma of getting lost in a maze without an exit.

"It looks quite difficult. The wrinkles between your eyebrows are good evidence of that."

"That's... a fact. I'm going to put Priscilla's advice into practice."

What is it?

Priscilla's story is always difficult.

With his eyes down and shame, Lem explains that he is uneducated.

Although it is not clear, Priscilla's choice of words is confusing and difficult to understand. Priscilla's head turns fast, and she rarely cares for others.

It has properties similar to those of Abel - no, it should be reworded as having the same properties rather than resembling them. I probably wouldn't go out of my way to say it, because I would buy it from Priscilla and from Abel.

"Advice? Advice? What are you talking about? Miss Priscilla would like to advise this woman?"

"Yes, Master Heinkel." I know that! Lem-sama is studying alongside Priscilla-sama! So, you're taking care of Priscilla-sama's surroundings, and you're just like me! "

"Hey, hey, hey, are you crazy, Miss Priscilla? What's in it for you? You're just raising enemies."

And, Heinkel, who had not been told the details, had black-and-white eyes when he learned about the contract between Rem and Priscilla.

He walked up to Priscilla on the podium, and opened his mouth, pointing to Lem.

"For a moment, I was just putting it aside to use a small room... and the information from my faction went out of hand." It's almost impossible for you to play to your own disadvantage..... "

"Shut up, Fumio. Are you going to instruct my concubine?"

"Gu......"

"I've put you through a lot of pain, but you're a man you'll never learn." I don't have time for a concubine to strike you. Because it serves to turn the pages of the book. "

Priscilla scolds Heinkel as she traces the cover of the book on her lap.

Priscilla's voice was not particularly angry, but Heinkel took a breath and stepped backwards with a sword-like reaction.

I feel that Heinkel's fear is too exaggerated for Lem.

Of course, it was with this eye that Priscilla's skill was exceptional and his sword power defeated the powerful man of the Empire called the "Nine God Generals". Even without that fact, Priscilla's incomparable power is a fact that Rem feels on her skin.

But--

"I don't think Heinkel-san is much inferior either..."

As far as Lem's eyes are concerned, there is no need to preface it.

However, in order to take over the Mansion, Heinkel took the opponent's sword without doing anything and won without taking his life.

Its clear sword Qi and superior sword technique are good enemies even in bundles with other Imperial soldiers.

Nonetheless, that Heinkel fear seemed to be an extreme of overreaction.

However, even being an 'myself' is an amateur rem. In the world where the powerful can see, there may be a way of looking at things that Rem and the like can't enter.

No matter what--

"The concubine's eyes on her daughter are one end of the spectrum." However, neither the picking up of a starving Schult in a thin land, nor the summoning of you who were shedding blood for fruitless efforts, is the mistake of a concubine. "

"Yes, there is! I was helped by Priscilla-sama's mood! I was very lucky!"

"Is that all right with you..."

Priscilla slaps the cover of the book with her fingers, and it all depends on her mood. Lem was overwhelmed by the words, and Schult boasted of his good fortune with joy.

Heinkel seemed to be relieved of her last fear, but there was still some vigilance in Rem's eyes.

He's probably the one who sees the most plausible thing.

“So, Priscilla, why did you call us?”

Hmmm.

"If you just want to take care of yourself, it's just me or Mr. Schult, right?" I can't think of a reason why Heinkel-san is here. ”

In terms of role sharing, the care of Priscilla's life in the Mansion is sufficiently shared between Rem and Schult. I'm also quite used to living on my cane, so I don't have to worry about simple chores.

Perhaps he had originally taken the initiative in such a role.

With such a form of division of labor, Heinkel has no curtain.

If you start to say that, in the first place--

"What the hell is Heinkel doing... swinging his sword, drinking, or playing with Schultz?"

”...... I'm telling you, I don't remember playing with that little girl.”

“That's right! Heinkel-sama is very careful, but I'm just getting closer on my own! Always thinking that if Heinkel-sama is alone, she'll be lonely, so don't be lonely..."

"Oh, is that so?" Mr. Schult is kind, isn't he? "

Ehehehe...

The doubts that arose in her chest were cleared up, and Lem gently stroked Schult's habitual hair. Schult's mysterious charm made me want to caress him like this.

Inside the city, people often want to stroke the stubble that comes in and out of the city.

Maybe you just want to love your younger generation.

"Yeah, shit, can you hang out?" Miss Priscilla! Answer the question now. If you don't need me, I'll go to the tavern..... "

― ― It's time for those who left the city to arrive in the Demon City.

"Ah....."

"If the situation moves, there is a high possibility that it will be adjusted to this machine." Keep your eyes peeled. "

With a cheek stick on her arm, Priscilla's air and moisture changed.

The thirsty and filled air is a sign that Priscilla's words were correctly switched to consciousness. Heinkel's expression grew sharper, and Lem felt like he was being poked in the chest.

Only Schult, who had Lem's hand on his head, was waiting for the long journey of his party, saying, "Al-sama, thank you for your hard work."

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"If the situation moves," Priscilla said in advance. But at least for the Subaru who left, it will make a definite difference, for better or for worse.

The only way we can negotiate for a potential ally - and that will determine the future of what Abel is trying to do.

"Does that mean that it moves with this plane... does Miss Priscilla have a clause in mind?"

"No, it's not specific. It's just a rule of thumb of a concubine."

"What is the rule of thumb? what does that mean....."

“When a big thing moves, the quietness of that moment moves like a lie at once. It's as if we had shown a match, like breaking the side-by-side building blocks, all at once."

In Priscilla's pale speech there was such a thing as indescribable persuasion.

Although the point was ultimately that she shouldn't be discouraged, Lem took a deep breath and stared back at her feet. I don't care much about the Subaru people, but I don't care much about the people I'm close to.

In the first place, I realized that I was in a very unpleasant situation when I tried to change my words to something that I cared about Subaru for a long time.

"Whether you're around or not, you're a nasty person..."

Lady Lem, are you okay? Somehow, your face is red. "

"It's okay, I'm just getting a little carried away." Your anger is boiling. "

"It's not good to be angry! Lem-sama has a nice smile!"

Lem lowered his eyebrows at Schultz, who whispered hard as he rattled his hands and feet. Meanwhile, Heinkel, who had a serious look at Priscilla's warning,

"Miss Priscilla, if that's all you want to talk about, I'll go."

"Do as you please. You are free to drown in alcohol, or to be lazy."

"I'm not in the mood for a drink. I'm going to talk to that messy-headed commander of the City Hall."

With a serious expression on his face, Heinkel walked out of the room with a big strand. And when Lem saw away his back, he turned to Priscilla.

So, what are you going to do about Priscilla?

"Are you worried about your concubine's motion?"

"That's... yes. I don't think everything Priscilla does is right, but that's not how it is...."

Nevertheless, Priscilla judges things with Lem's impossible knowledge and eyesight.

It's an invaluable ingredient in deciding what to choose for a Lem with few belongings. And Priscilla laughed, and said, Fu, to the words of the ten million rem, which are in a sense disrespectful,

"Are you going to be a headless doll?" Otherwise, there's no point in putting it aside. "

Priscilla-san?

"If it is the answer to the previous question, then that mortal will lay down the preparation." That 'general' and the people of Shudrak can be used accordingly. ".... If you become a concubine...."

"Where's Priscilla...?"

With a slight breath, Lem waits for Priscilla's words. Unaware, Schult clenched his fist in anticipation next to Lem, waiting for the Lord's answer.

With those two eyes, Priscilla narrowed her slender eyes.

"--It's a bath. Float the petals and burn the incense."

"... eh"

"Well, don't make me say it again." Bathing. Prepare the bathing hall soon. "

With a fluttering wave, Priscilla rushes both Lem and Schult.

Of course, Lem could not hide his confusion with "yea, yea," but Schult bowed in salute.

“Okay, I'll be fine! Let's start filling it with hot water!"

When he answered cheerfully, Schult burst out of the room. After seeing off his little back, Lem turned to Priscilla.

Priscilla kept her cheek stick on and was about to work on the book again.

"Are you not going?" If you leave everything to Schult alone, we'll forget the faucet and waste a lot of hot water. ”

"I'll help Mr. Schult." Just what are you thinking? "

"The depth of your suspicion is also a manifestation of the strength of your preconception." Do you think that your concubine is a world viewer who manipulates all events freely? "

"I-I didn't think so..."

The reasoning was tidily preached, and the momentum of pursuit of Lem waned.

And Lem laughed with his nose, and Priscilla said, Is it good?

"Everything in this world is done conveniently for my concubine." However, that doesn't mean you can obey everything as your concubine wishes. There's no way I'd want to be bored like that. "

"Are you as bored as you think?"

"If anything can happen, then where is the point of tomorrow?" Rem, since you were born, do you want a world where everything is over? "

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Asked by Priscilla, Lem closed his mouth and shut up.

Priscilla's words are again confusing, but she barely understands the true meaning of the story. Living the days you want means not encountering new or unknown things.

And that's not desirable for Priscilla.

But--

“It's a luxurious rejection for me if I can't do a lot of things well.”

A rem standing next to Priscilla in the citadel city as she dropped off Subaru. At its roots lies the hunger for the existence of the lost [Rem] and the search for a technique to get rid of the current ungrateful self.

Priscilla's way of enjoying unwanted things was incomprehensible to Lem, who suffered from unwanted things.

Even if Priscilla were to limit herself to an uninteresting daughter.

"I don't expect you to be the same as my concubine, or want the same thing." You can do whatever you want. "

However, Priscilla's reaction to Rem's sad preparedness to speak was unexpectedly soft.

Priscilla's eyes were like those of a dog with a hand.

"The world is just beautiful as it is."

Priscilla's quiet murmur seemed to have her heart in it.

Since then, Lem denies that his thoughts are ridiculous. Because if that's the real thing without a multiplier, it's too big.

Priscilla loves and loves too much.

"It's the exact opposite of Priscilla's impression of caring..."

"Did you say something?"

"No, it's nothing serious..."

The rem loosely shook her head to the side, and the glitter in her chest was slightly thinned.

Not everything has cleared up, but it has disappeared, like the dark clouds before it. Yes, when Lem added a paragraph to his self-analysis--

"It's me, me, me, me ~!" Hot water, hot water overflowing! You're going to drown! "

Then, the impending scream of Schult was heard from the mansion's bathhouse. As expected, Lem raised his face as he thought of Schult facing such a situation.

Priscilla's eyes met and she was ordered to go by sucking on her white jaw.

"I'm not going to be free of Priscilla."

"But I can't ignore Schult's screams." Wow, that's my concubine's winning. "

If it doesn't make sense, at least the resistance of the rem will be dispersed.

Schult's safety was too much at stake for any further defense.

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─ ─ Priscilla warned that it would indeed wedge deeply into Lem's chest.

When things move a lot, they don't care about each and every dwarf.

They said that they would push away the waves as if they were waves, without going through the entanglement.

Lem was going to know that in real life.

If you wake up without remembering, this Lem's memory begins when he is held in the arms of a stranger in a strange place.

Escaped from the boy, ran into him again, and afterwards, he was captured by many Imperial soldiers, rescued from the black smoke and flames, flowing through the city and spending his days.

Turbulence is exactly what Lem used to say for himself.

─ ─ However, if even that recognition was sweet, Lem would soon realize it.

"-Priscilla-san?"

Then Lem raised his eyebrows to Priscilla, who stood up as she slipped through her hand.

In the warm steam, the lem wrapped in bathing suit is in the mansion's bathing hall. The main reason Priscilla took over the mansion was the presence of this splendid bathhouse.

It seems that this bathhouse, which is filled with hot water and immersed in a bathing boat with stretched limbs, was built according to the preferences of the owner of the mansion, and there is no alternative to it.

In fact, when Priscilla is taken care of, Lem will have to take a bath, but I feel that Priscilla is a substitute for wanting to take it away by force.

In any case, while bathing in such a bathing hall, Priscilla slowly stood up from the hand of Lem, who was washing her hair, and headed towards the window of the bathroom with her feet.

"Priscilla-san, I'm still washing my body... ah!"

What are you going to do? Without listening to Lem, Priscilla opened the bathroom window, exposing her beautiful nakedness.

Compared to steam, the cold outside air enters the bathhouse, and Lem unexpectedly shrinks. But Priscilla's sudden action didn't end there.

She stepped out of the open window and went straight out onto the terrace outside the bathhouse.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Others will see you! how much this is the top floor.... "

In a hurry, he grabbed the staff and towel, and Lem caught up with Priscilla, who had gone out. I hung a towel on her thin shoulder, and suddenly admonished myself that I had intended to get used to it.

However, in spite of Lem's reflection, Priscilla kept her gaze on the outside.

- Not empty.

"The sky... isn't that high." Here, before it gets cold... "

Let's go back, and when I tried to pull my arm, Lem's behavior was interrupted.

Priscilla's fingers turned around and gently pressed on Lem's lips. Priscilla's blood-colored eyes swayed in front of the eye-catching Rem.

"Look at the sky, Lem. --Apparently, the" bastard "is over as well."

It was a meaningless word, but the tonal atmosphere didn't make Lem feel lost.

However, he lifted his gaze to be guided, and Lem turned to the sky that Priscilla was looking up at. I stared at her blue eyes to see the same thing she had seen.

However, it can be said that it was not worth the enthusiasm to never miss it.

Because--

"W-Well......"

Above the open terrace, overhead by the wind bathed Lem and Priscilla, the black dots slowly approaching the large sky where the too big sun shines.

The number of black spots gradually increased by one - no, two, three. As the blurred image gradually became clearer, Lem's throat gasped unknowingly.

Increasing the number, the approaching black dots, the identity of--

"--Hurry up and let the things below have their weapons." The flocks of pterosaurs have no play. "

Lem's skin and soul felt that Priscilla's warning had become truly colorful.

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― ― At the same time, you can see the city surrounded by high walls and narrow your golden eyes.

With the blue sky wrapped around your body and the majestic space on your face, you can see white clouds and shoulders cutting through the wind - the greatest creatures in the world, a group of winged dragons.

"-Gualal, Castle City"

The name of the target city is on the tongue, and the burning will of war burns the blood all over the body.

In response to this rising will to fight, the mood of the people flying around is also getting hotter. The whispering of the wings hitting the sky is mixed with the expectation of the current approaching hunting time.

To blame it for being quick is nothing but an insult to the dragon, the hunter of the blue sky.

A coward who doesn't deserve to stand alongside the white clouds.

"--giggle"

“I know, old man. Let's get to work.”

Complaints that come up from the bottom of my feet are expectations of hunting that one of my borrowers has spilled on my back.

The figure with short arms on the back of the flying dragon flapping its wings showed its excitement.

Sky hair aligned by the shoulder mouth, dazzling golden eyes. The gorgeous outfit wrapped in what looks like a luxurious body does not express the ferocity and ferocity of its existence.

At first glance, some people would describe it as adorable. However, it was until I saw the head of the figure and the two black horns that existed there.

Even in the Volakia Empire, where there are not many horny races, the opportunity to see the [Black Horn] is rare - no, absolutely impossible.

That's because it's nothing more than proof of a being that shouldn't exist anymore.

Everyone, are you ready?

A figure with black horns that should not exist, and countless squeaks in its call--a swarm of flying dragons, the ruler of the sky, answered by hundreds of unbelievable swarms.

An embodiment of ruin that carries the sun, crosses the blue sky, and pushes like clouds.

If you dance down, the rage and screams will resound, and all lives will be extinguished and scratched away.

Curiously, at the same time that the "catastrophe" is destroying the city in a faraway place, it is approaching a city where a different form of catastrophe is protected by the castle.

Before the dawn of an absolutely inescapable and cruel hunt, Madeline Eschert narrowed her golden eyes and laughed with a distorted cheek.

The "Flying Dragon General", who was ordered to destroy the city, pronounces it as the "Tsubaki" of the "Nine Divine Generals".

"I'm afraid, run away." You have no escape. ― ― The dragon came.

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