Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

Subaru's "Tehepero" was simply exuberantly removed from time notarization, cultural gaps in different worlds, and irrelevance to those various problems.

Too awkward silence where the sound disappears from the world and even the passage of time is blurred.

Still, the reality is that time has not stopped, Subaru's heart was still shamelessly sending out blood, and Emilia's complexion in front of her leans towards the worse for a moment.

I died of shame. It would be quick to talk, but for Subaru, who has survived the days of the other world so far with his selfish cuteness, distant stories such as angry death and suffocation.

I just have to keep pushing for even awkward times, waiting for the other party to react and keep 'tehepelo'.

This is a battle, yes.

Match betting moments encountered several times in previous days in different worlds. It is a temporary moment in the collection of stolen goods, a temporary moment in the forest of the Warcraft - the status quo that took it off in full in front of Emilia between the thrones.

Subaru can't move. I decided in my mind that I could no longer be slightly mobile without Emilia's reaction, but in the late sunny mood.

In contrast, Emilia was shaking her lips like she wanted words, letting her eyes wander as she tried to put her thoughts together.

And her lips were pulled together and her purple blue eyes looked straight at Subaru's black eyes as if what had only come to a conclusion. With the illusion that she's going to be sucked into those eyes, Subaru is ready to spoil and receive whatever her first voice is-,

"I looked at the concubine's concubine and saw what was going on, mixer"

"Ugh."

"Huh?"

A shock from behind Subaru waiting for Emilia's words.

A terribly soft feel pressed against his back, and an arm that came further around locked Subaru's chest plate and neck with a glossy trick.

The girl with the orange hair stretched out behind her - whose jaw is placed on Subaru's shoulder from behind, facing Emilia in a way that flanks her face.

Subaru turns red to her ears thinking about what it feels like to naturally hit her back in that attitude, but instantly cuts off that emotion and waves herself,

"What's with the small room, Emilia, misunderstood..."

"Well, I need to use the concubine's chamber. What the hell is your status when you can walk around the royal castle in dignity?

"Ugh... ugh"

The slightest objection is blocked by a mean grin.

The current situation, the disadvantage of the overwhelming Subaru, is undeniable. Her enthusiasm, coupled with Subaru's position, is a rare fact.

Given the nature of the whimsical girl, if Svalbard here chooses words and deeds that are not in line with her intentions, she is immediately reported and can see the imprisoned END. Worst of all, there can be hand-to-hand hitting on the spot.

or something like making out with a non-Emilian girl in front of Emilia. It's not about what Emilia thinks, it's about Subaru's manhood doing it.

Therefore, the situation in Subaru was extremely advanced and retreating. If Subaru isn't so stupid, this place cuts through according to the girl's opinion, but it makes sense.

But as with the history of the invasion, Natsuki Subaru was such an idiot.

"Emilia, you can't imitate someone drooling your head in front of you."

"... more interesting. Then what are you gonna do with yourself?"

The look on the girl's face, who was going to make fun of this one, changes and asks in a tone that makes her feel cold.

The answer here leads straight to Subaru's neck value. I don't see the look on Emilia's face behind her, but Al, standing behind the girl, shook her hidden neck sideways in her helmet and said, "Because this girl is in a state where she can't joke right now!" He is telling it in a desperate manner.

It seems bad to trample on his generosity like that, but Subaru quietly breathes in and decides to clearly show his position.

"I'm in this castle..."

"This is Priscilla. This time, our servant made a mistake. It's unfortunate to be lost in the castle. I'm sorry for your rudeness."

What blocked that particularly pointless man's will was the voice of the honorable man he was used to hearing.

Next door, long blue hair is lined to the right of Subaru, who was over-intentioned. Dressed in his courtroom magician-like attire, he is Roswar with an unchanging, nagging smile on his face.

When he shows Subaru in such a dogmatic manner that he has only taken up his respectfulness on the upper side,

"This thank you sooner or later. overlapping, our people have excused us."

"Has the lead petitioner gone out? Well, that's good. I enjoyed it a lot, thanks to the dove and the mixer there. -Because it's also at the behest of the squire."

To Roswar's disrespectful behavior, the girl nods to Eagle Deep as a sign of generosity. Al is the one behind it who describes relief in a dignified way.

He was found over eighteen years ago. Apparently he was in a terrible hurry regarding the situation that his fellow countryman had just dead-or-live early on,

"Give me a break, princess. Lifetime candles melted in the summer ice cream momentum..."

"Your metaphor is not conveyed roughly. Whatever it is, thank you for the breadth of the concubine's nostrils. Respect, respect."

"Heh, wow, wow, great"

An affectionate expression of anxiety that makes a girl's head stroke with her naked arms and sway around her neck. An exchange that seems to hold me back by accident, but I'm not inclined to the mood of a girl instead of being treated messily. It seems to be a category of genuine, dear expressions.

Whatever.

"Seriously, special for the rest of my life for nine deaths. Thanks, Roz."

"Ma, wow, because you have one end of the responsibility. Oh, but..."

Roswar looks down with only yellow eyes, emotionally deep, at Subaru stroking down his reassuring chest. I felt something uncomfortable in that gaze, and when Subaru asked back, "What the hell?

"No way, I didn't expect you to get in the castle for real. I don't know how far you're going to take off this thought... No, I don't think this is prying."

Whimpering, Roswar leaves only one convincing nod.

Subaru pursues it further in its unsolvable manner, but realizes that the other person must be elucidated before it can appear on the edge of his eyes,

"Oh, I'm sorry, leave me alone. I have a lot to say..."

"Why..."

"Hmm?"

To Subaru organizing in which order he speaks a bunch of excuses, Emilia creates a grunt that seems to disappear only in her mouth.

to Svalbard asking back. She shook her head once, then stared back at Svalbard again,

"How... not how. Why is Subaru here?

"When I try to talk there, it actually seems deep, shallow, heavy and fluffy for no reason whatsoever"

"Don't tear it up. Subaru, I told you, didn't I? Don't you remember?

Subaru's throat is small and clogged by overlapping inquiries to be sure.

Naturally, I think what Emilia is saying will be about the promises we made at the inn. When I wait, I say it and it comes out rebellious in just a few minutes, so there is little to say about the meagre willingness to keep the promises of Subaru's side.

There is nothing I can do about the burden on the point of breaking that promise. but on the other hand, the fact that Emilia was shown this way is not false either.

How do I blend around it well and put it together in a rather subaru way? Subaru runs his thoughts as he rotates his head fully.

and

"- Ladies and gentlemen, you're in alignment. Now the sages will be admitted."

The door between the thrones is opened so as to block the discussion between Subaru and Emilia.

Subaru turning to sound. Front, the first person to come in by opening the big door was a knight who had a conversation with a transgressive girl before entering - would it have been called Marcos?

Hide under a helmet that has been reworn with a table that makes you feel stubborn, and proceed with a grand attitude. The figure is precisely the knight himself seen in the gaga, so much so that even Subaru receives the intimidation of being corrected for nature and his spine.

Behind him walking that way, several groups of elderly people continue.

It can be inferred that they are all dressed in attire according to their place and identity, and that they are quite high figures from their behavior and their physical hips. Every face was engraved with a deep wrinkle of long and heavy experience, and the majestic standing was felt from one end to the other.

It was the old grey-haired man walking in the middle of the group that caught my eye among the groups.

Your hips don't look bent, but your back length is about one head lower than Subaru's. Bright white, faded gray hair is stretched long, and beards are also long and long so as to compete with its length. There is a sense of harrassment that seems to drag dangerously due to the low height, but the holder of the eye light reminds me of the 'blade' cleavage as if to truncate such an impression.

"That's a better representative of the Sage Society - that is, the person with the greatest say in the present Lugnica in the absence of the King. Master Microtoff."

Roswar, next to him, annotates Subaru, who unexpectedly loses his voice, in a covert voice.

Subaru is convinced that the more it is. The person at a glance who could see it wasn't just something was still something that was real.

I also remember asking the representative of Lugnica in the absence of the King, and the name of an organization called the Sage Society.

"I'm sure it's an institution that runs the country on behalf of the king."

"I'm a nominal assistant - I don't know. Now I'm asking for the Sage Society to run the actual operation... but it hasn't changed much since the Royal Family died."

Roswar's response to shrugging shoulders against whining. They have a proven track record of sage societies having been entrusted with the operation almost since the days of their predecessors, who at last lacked the ability to move the country.

Perhaps that is the case, but it can only be brazen to spill it almost to the subaru of the outsiders, let alone to sow it between the thrones.

It's a story that I knew to some extent, but thanks Subaru's employer seems to have a soft part of his loyalty to the country. I also feel it's a liberal nature for people involved in the heart of the country.

"When I start mentioning that, it's my position in the first place. Are you okay? I can only volunteer, right?

"If I can volunteer, I don't know what happened earlier. We're over there, bro."

He gets stuck in Al, who was listening to each and every one, and Subaru gives his gaze to the one he shows. and the knights were beginning to align at the wall between the thrones, and the three of them who emitted a different atmosphere than they were wearing aligned armor were also showing up there.

"Oh, he's over there..."

Naturally, I had an eye for the three people who emitted their different colors, but surprisingly, this was all the face Subaru had ever seen.

Al slaps Subaru on the shoulder and directs him toward them.

to make a disappointment. Subaru looked at the neighboring Roswar,

"I'm in great shape, am I in heels over there?

"The right thing to do - not to say, it was the right thing to do to keep you out - but... it's funny, keep up with him in the helmet"

"Hey, Rosewire"

To Roswar, who is no different from his attitude at the Mansion, this one is as angry Emilia as the way he treats him at the Mansion. She stuffs at the words of the mild Roswar,

"Unfortunately, we don't have time to follow Emilia-sama's argument right now. If you reveal things correctly, Subaru will say goodbye here... in a long and lasting way."

"So if I let you stay with me in a place like this, Subaru will..."

"It's also behind you to let your opinions fight, will it? Dear Emilia, other candidates are gathering. That way."

Its' different colours' are gathered in the back between the thrones at the tip indicated by Roswar's arms.

Empty the throne between the thrones, and the old men of the Order of Wise Men fill the chairs around them. Dragon wings painted large on the wall, their figure creeping beneath them is the very loyalist who follows the king who bears the dragon.

And lined up neatly before the old men of that Society of Sages were those who, unlike the old intimidation they were equipped with over age, emitted a brilliant glow that they were born to sound to others.

Three girls stand there dignified, headed by an orange-haired girl.

Standing in the center is a girl who puts her hands on her hips and wears a sun-colored dress with a dignified chest. Would it have been called 'Priscilla' before entering the room? No matter how many sights you receive of the existence at the top that moves the country, you don't see it swaying in its core arrogance.

And that line next to her right was a woman with long, deep green hair. Dark hair that develops is close to black, but if you look closely you can see that it is lustrous glossy green. Long for a woman, her gaze is somewhat lower than Subaru's. Yet the crotch height varies greatly.

The hair in one piece is enough to reach the waist, pushing the feminine undulating body into a dark blue uniform. - It's dressed close to the guard's outfit that I also saw in Wang Du, but the way the gold is hung and the design are different. She is a beauty with a beautiful face who looks good in a trouser type of clothing and the expression beauty of a man's costume.

Standing next to her left across Priscilla was a purple-haired woman who struck and changed from a woman who had a serious atmosphere and was reminiscent of some flamboyant impression.

This one also extends hair to the waist, but its hair quality is natural or wavy, and the hair quality is thin, making it feel soft like cotton candy. This woman was slightly smaller than the two in line and wrapped her body in a white dress with slightly scarce ups and downs.

But one of the things that caught Subaru's attention in her outfit was the shoulder strap she made of white, mockingbird hair wrapped around her neck. A delicacy that strikes directly at the nature of Subaru as a mofrist at a glance, one cannot but covet the strength of its moflism.

Contrary to Subaru, who has such off-track sentiments, Emilia chews her lips sparingly,

"Absolutely. I'll talk to you later."

and tell Subaru as if to push, and run under those three girls.

Subaru's gaze is that when Emilia leaps her silver hair into line with them, she gives way to one step in terms of her outfit, but one head pulls out because of the adorability of the contents.

Whatever.

"I mean, that's the contestant in the king's race - the future king's candidate."

Subaru concludes that, in view of Emilia's line-up with them and her earlier interactions, that's what this is all about. Honestly, it's surprising that all of the king's candidates were women, but I also thought Emilia should have assumed at the time of the candidate, in a way, because I felt like if there was a man it would have been so determined by the person.

Subaru, who exhales emotionally in his heart, hastily begins to join it when he sees that the face around him has also moved. In the opposite direction of the knights standing side by side, Roswar joined the faction of several fine men with a flair, such as a civilian, to see, and Subaru followed Al's back, who behaved without a hint of contempt, to a position slightly closer to the throne than the armored knights. There's...

- I knew you'd come, Subaru.

A handsome redhead greets Subaru with a smile with one hand up.

For the first time in two weeks, I haven't seen the shard fade in its freshness. Beautiful - Reinhardt. Shaking a burning redhead, he, too, looks like a knight's uniform, unlike the light clothes he saw in the lower quarters today. The only thing that doesn't change is the shaping of the inner god, and the sword with the fingernail marks of a dragon lowered to his waist.

"When I heard Emilia attend, I thought you might come first."

"Long time no see & your obnoxious reputation for me? I'm not supposed to be in front of you, calling for help in the back, or being unnecessarily hungry."

"Not only did you protect Master Emilia from the fierce blade, but in other respects, you kept choosing the best. I think it's also a virtue to underestimate."

If you say that with a zero disgust look on your face, there will be no more subaru or gushing noises.

This is why true handsome people are in trouble. Preferential good-looking men in terms of appearance have many patterns of good character as a result, as there is no first thing to be put in a predicament where their personality is distorted. It's the theory of "No Meaningless Bad Guy for a Handsome Man".

A coloured man with a distorted personality would be an extremely small exception from a handsome mother count.

Amongst other things, Reinhardt seems to grow well, so he's out of the group, which means he's handsome among the handsome. It can be described as an elite handsome man.

"If I worship you, can you do it, Namandab? Namandab?"

"It's a chant I've never heard, but whatever you do, it doesn't work, okay? Because I was born in such a physique."

"No, don't worry, this is purely a prayer area. And he was. He was. I didn't say anything before that."

In front of Subaru, who corrects his residence, Reinhardt makes his blue eyes decent. And against him Subaru slowly bowed his head,

"I was really helped the other day. I'm sorry I didn't have time to thank you and how to contact you afterwards. I wish we could have talked sooner."

"I also know what happened to Subaru. I can't help it. You're seriously injured in honor, and I've been putting in a little bit of this place, too."

Little, shrugging shoulders, Reinhardt can still gladly flaunt his lips when he receives Subaru's words of gratitude. Even such a small trick can be a painting somewhere, so true handsome people don't even have the element of jealousy.

And to the exchange between the two people that warm up the old relationship,

"Reinhardt and Subaru, we knew each other. I don't know."

With that said, a natural cat-eared figure has broken in with a voice as mild as a feather.

Today is a uniform aligned with a black-based Reinhardt - a girl who adorns her hair with flax with the same white ribbon she saw before, in a uniform with a dragon design in it.

He was the one who visited the Roswar mansion a few days ago and fulfilled the decree that would be the culmination of this trip to the King's Capital.

She put her visible hand on her forehead, winking with a salutation-like maneuver,

"It's only been two days, how have you been? Everyone was fine, Ferri."

"I didn't ask. I mean, thanks for the other day. It's a pleasure to see you again, Death."

"Was that a little hard in the second half? More shoulder strength."

A girl who touches Subaru's shoulder casually and calls for tension to be relaxed. Seeing that kind of interaction between her and Subaru with Reinhardt's slightly surprised face,

"Subaru. Are you familiar with Ferris?

"It was this girl who came to Roswar's place to check on me today. I thought you were using the lower end of the room..."

Beyond being lined up in the same outfit as Reinhardt this way, I guess she is also the rightful owner of a position to stand alongside 'Sword Saint'. In fact, already at the Mansion Subaru has been asked the information that she is' such a magical user of water that there is nothing left to go right in the King's Capital '.

I lay it down quite a bit and feel the main hunch of the owner of this position.

"Well, Ferris was at Emilia's. If my hands were free, I'd love to go."

"You can't let Captain Marcos allow Kensei to leave the King's Capital or anything like that. It would be pathetic if you increased the hardship of the captain any more. Even though it was thirty years ago, that old face... I fear that in future it will not only be on my face, but also on my head."

Reinhardt smiled slightly at the words of Ferris, who joked. You can't just laugh at the content. Subaru also remembers Marcos' face as if it were a monster, and he penetrates inside saying that it was thirty paths ago but it was too piercing.

And furthermore,

"Is it time for you to introduce them to me?

and the atmosphere different from that of the knights on the spot. The last bearer has spoken out.

Subaru looks familiar to the person as well. but I'm actually not a very good impressionable opponent if you mean it. What,

"The guy who kissed Emilia in the hand in the jar."

He seems disturbed, but he's a runaway bastard who gave Emilia a kiss on the back of her hand. subaru made a smile on the surface, calling him the Kizza Man on the inside,

"This is late to introduce myself, Natsuki Subaru is an asshole. Come on. Please, leave it in the corner of your head, hehe."

"You suddenly feel a lot more humble, Subaru."

And Reinhardt rebuked Subaru, and turned against the man of Kiza,

"I hope you're not offended, Julius. Because Subaru has a little verse where you try someone by acting like they're insulted by you."

"Hey, why don't you stop putting such a cunning setup on me? I didn't mean it like that. I mean, if you're reading my air, it's like this."

Reinhardt's Subaru buyout is in considerable territory. I wonder how high in him is the credit for Subaru's actions on the first day. It's also awkward to be able to lift too much, rather than being used to it, so I assume there's something there.

Most of all,

"And here's how it goes. Julius, gracefully."

There is no fine dust behind that in Reinhardt's attitude. Subaru understands the futility of any further mentions on the side built only with good intentions.

"That's my area of expertise, Reinhardt. Julius Euclius, a member of the Kingsguard Knights. Get to know me. And your knights."

On the advice of a red-haired young man, Kizza man as he loosens the edge of his mouth - Julius names Subaru that way. Then it is Al who stands next to Subaru that he turns to the water.

called "The Knight's Hall," he snarled his neck itchy,

"Uh, you're not such a jerk. Why don't you stop calling me Lord Knight? I'm a vegetarian wanderer. Unlike most of you."

Respond low in tension with a strong voice. Unlike his attitude towards Subaru, there is a willingness there to keep clear people away.

For Subaru, who had the impression that he was a lot more familiar with Al, his attitude is an unexpected word. Unfortunately, I don't have the time to poke about it.

Because when the exchange of each name was over, it was almost simultaneous for Marcos, known as the Knights Commander, to speak up.

"- Ladies and gentlemen of the Sage Society. Dear candidates, we have it all. I, the Commander of the Kingsguard Knights, will conduct the proceedings."

"Hmmm...... nice to meet you"

It is Microtoff, the representative of the Sage Society, who holds his hand together while taking his seat and faintly pulls his jaw and nods. Marcos paid a respectful tribute to his old man's reply, then frowned upon his expression,

"This convocation was a major announcement to those involved in the election of the next king - the king. It is for this reason that we have worked hard to reach the Royal Castle and have gathered for the Sage Society"

Even though the sounding voice is not as loud, it reaches equally the ears of everyone in the throne room. I was born with qualities to make others listen, I felt that even in my voice, and Subaru was also listening to that voice without even knowing I was willing to pinch a light mouth.

"It happened about six months ago - due to the successive hiding of the royal family, starting with the Predecessor. The absenteeism of the king will be more deeply related to the predicament than anything else as a kingdom, especially for Lugnica, the pro-Dragon King."

A covenant - that would mean some kind of covenant that the kingdom supposedly made with the dragon. At the beginning of my days at the Mansion, I'm only an octopus in my ear for what I'm bound to hear. Most importantly, the only information Svalbard knows is the upper part, and the same applies to the contents of the King's race. I appreciate this lecture when it comes to thanking you.

"Hmm, the maintenance of the Covenant is very much about the survival of the kingdom. It is therefore a matter of hatred that the king's clan was invaded by the devil at the same time. As soon as possible, we had to find a new" witch "who could pass the dragon and the will."

"To that end, we, the Kingsguard Knights, have taken the lives of the Sage Society and have taken the lead in finding the witch chosen for the glow of the Dragon Difference."

Marcos exploring the nostalgia puts on his palm is a small badge that Subaru has also seen many times - the credentials of an embedded king's contender of treasure balls.

walking Marcos headed in front of the candidates aligned, and gave them a token of

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like you to present Dragon Shrine."

In response to the call, the girls each put their own badge forward.

Every treasure ball had a dazzling glow in their hands, each beginning to scatter light between the thrones in different colors.

An exhalation of admiration has spread to the knights who see it, and the old men of the Sage Society have also brought relief and joyful emotions to their wrinkled faces.

"Thus, all the candidates are eligible to be dragon witches. We saw them, and we followed the Dragon History Stone."

"Like that?"

Strictly proceeding with the proceedings, Marcos. He was about to move on with that heavy tone, but it took him a while to wait there with a quiet voice on his face.

Speaking to Marcos looking back was the girl who blinks Dragon Difference into the blue light - a figure in a white dress with purple hair.

She leaned her pinky neck with her dragon dick raised,

"I know the captain wants to talk, but we're busy too. Kararagi says," Time equals money, "right?

Instead of a gentle tone and a laid-back face, the girl pokes her demands with a straight ball. When she made a dragon special, she made a noise with her hands together,

"As long as I repeat what I understand, I think it's true that we want to hear the core of the stories that we've been gathered."

Spin words with a unique intonation and finally close the demands with a smile.

Marcos seems to have eaten a little bit of that attitude, but it was Subaru who remembered the shock more than that.

In this situation of urgency, even the servant Subaru was concerned about chucking into his mouth that he would not make an unreadable statement about the air.

"Come on, you're lying about Kansai Valve or something"

"Oh, did the brothers freak out, too? I hear Kararagi in the west passes by array in the country, actually. I didn't even see it... but I guess that means the translation system of the other world is giving me a choice of language like that."

Neighbor Al similarly whispers a similar sentiment to Subaru, who shrugs and grunts.

Exactly eighteen years after being summoned, the veteran seems to have overcome the encounter with its impact a long time ago, and there is no more upset than Subaru in her statement.

Meanwhile, during a surprisingly wide throne with a different factor from Subaru. As a faint twist spreads through the hall, it is the voice of another Rin woman who held it down.

"That makes sense."

"- Master Krush."

Green-haired woman with arms, jaw pulled and indicating consent. Marcos called the name to her reaction and frowned slightly confused,

"The head of the Karsten family did such a thing..."

"I don't even know what it's like to put emphasis on format, but it's the end of the line that makes the real issue scornful. We should probably get an early touch on why we were gathered. Most."

The woman glanced at one eye, further behind Marcos, with the history of the Sage Society in sight.

"I have an approximate imagination."

"Oh, I see. That's the head of the Karsten family. Did you already know what this convocation meant?"

Nodding to Microtoff's admirable words, the woman lifts up her riddled face and touches the sincerity of this gathering, which opens before the throne. It's

"Oh. - It's a banquet, isn't it? Though sooner or later we will be competing, there is still too much we do not know about each other. Surround the table, tip each other's cups, crack open your belly, and try to find out who you are..."

"No, you're not,"

An old man pinches his mouth on a woman who tries to set the stage for a drinking party in a majestic way. She made a surprise face at that attitude, and then slowly looked at the Subaru people,

"Ferris. Different story from what I was hearing."

"Nah, no more. Didn't Ferri just say, 'Maybe we'll even have a banquet, sir,' because the castle is full of meals and alcohol? - Oh, no."

"Right, my early days. Forgive."

It behaves like a broad nostalgia, but the content of the conversation is clearly strange.

Looking back forward, based on the current exchange. When the woman gently exhales,

"That's why you need to undo my earlier story. It's embarrassing."

"Oh no, Master Krush is too manly."

Put your hands on your cheeks and get bored, Ferris. She blushes and waves her hips. She doesn't seem to care about the fact that she mainly circulated misinformation. I mean, I feel deliberate to see what's going on.

It's hard to identify critical lines that you can joke about. and Subaru of ordinary thought while being swallowed by the atmosphere of the venue. The interruption of that thought was the sound of a slapped hand again,

"Even if Mr. Krusch pulls it off, it won't change our opinion. I don't want to talk about the top side of the king's race right now, but we all know it. Do it?"

Girl leans over and asks the three people in line to ask for consent.

The woman called Krush to her inquiry nodded, Priscilla tinkled her nose with a seemingly boring face, Emilia trembling her tense lips,

"Wow, I think I should listen properly..."

"I'm sorry, but we haven't heard from you."

but it was just like cutting off her attitude toward Emilia according to one person.

Giving up on Emilia's expression comes to an assertion like being slapped. flank leaning over being pushed over opinion, sparks scattered in Subaru's head as he watched it,

"Heh, what's that attitude......" Uh-huh! I don't know how to run for king, so I want to hear it first!!

Step forward and stop Subaru, who has almost unleashed an anger, with his elusive arm blocking him. The curse, which was to jump straight out of his mouth, also sounded overwritten in the hall by the voices to which he was subjected.

It was Al who blocked Subaru's shortcomings. He makes a rhythmically metallic noise by teasing his own pitch-black helmet hardware with his arms as he singles out his gaze throughout the hall.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm embarrassed. I'm aware that I'm in the wrong place, so I cry and cry and make a fuss when I treat the leftovers too much, a good old adult."

Al tap-dancing through the minefield with a mild attitude, as he mocks Subaru's thoughts as he was exploring a joke tolerance line.

Even though the surroundings, including Reinhardt, seem to have just eaten at that behavior, which has been more of a carefree mind than a bold one.

"Dear Priscilla, He was annoyed with your knight... any explanations?

"Even if you don't have a concubine, you long story lovers take it upon yourselves, right? The concubine just saved the concubine from wasting her time. Repetition is no different from bedtime speech. Don't even go to sleep."

Priscilla stirs in a dignified tone as only Marcos manages to calmly respond.

All aligned and all personality breakers aligned - Emilia's personality struggle stands out. Although it is clear from the exchange earlier that she has not been treated properly.

Whatever.

"- Lend me one. No, the second one?

Subaru thanked Al with his inner heart as he stood two fingers and turned his neck toward Subaru.

If he was furious and absurd his voice on that occasion, Subaru doesn't appreciate himself as well as he seems to have judged the situation.

Al, who came forward and shared his blame, gave me a shoulder replacement.

In the same position as Subaru, but still confidently he can dance because he has been firmly building his foundations in eighteen years? In different worlds, it is different because I feel comfortable with Subaru, who is still unable to find certain things.

"Ma'am, the princess's selfishness has begun. Be patient now."

"It is nature that allows a concubine to obey the common sense. Joy, dance with your hands. Go on, Marcos. Tell the concubine's knight how she will be king."

"It would be splendid if I could say that much about throwing a round at someone else. We won't say another word."

Girl shrugging her shoulders and throwing a spoon at Priscilla's attitude.

When he saw the two wills united that way, Marcos coughed up a small, "Are you sure?" and also confirmed to Emilia and Kursch. I saw the two of them snort,

"Then we're a little out of line, but let's get back to it. - All of you who are qualified dragon witches have been gathered in this way because of the prophecy newly inscribed on dragon historic stones."

A word I don't know again brings up a question mark in my heart.

Based on the content of the story, I think it's probably a kind of prophetic board thing, but I'm not sure around it.

"Here was the prophecy engraved on the tablet." When Lugnica's covenant is broken, a new dragon bearer will maintain the covenant and guide the country, "he said.

"Hmm. It is precisely the weather that the tablet showed. Dragon historic stones, which have accumulated as much history as they did at the birth of the kingdom, inscribe their letters in response to events that shape the kingdom's destiny. It would be our duty to follow it, given that its content has driven the history that follows."

In Microtoff's statement, the other old men of the Sage Society snort harshly.

Finally, the future policy can be interpreted as a rather lavish one of throwing round a prophecy board, but if it's a prophecy of a magical world, it's going to have real problem power and it won't pinch your mouth.

Either way, according to that prophecy, it seems that the Emilias were bought and collected not so much as candidates for kings - but as witches who let the dragons and the will pass.

And, thinking that far, questions surfaced behind Subaru's brain.

That means,

"If you're talking about dragons and covenants, you don't have to join the story about the king, do you? I wish there was a family of dragon witches who played a role."

I'll whisper the questions that have come to mind and point them at the opposite neighbor Reinhardt, not Al. He glanced down at Subaru slightly, letting his bitter smile rise to the edge of his mouth.

"I think Subaru is right. But it doesn't."

"Why do I even ask you if you're white?

"The answer is that the covenant of kingdom prosperity was exchanged between dragons and kings. Dragons didn't make a pact with beings who were only capable of communicating with themselves and their will. Because the man was king carrying the kingdom, he made a covenant."

One of The Story of the Dragon, read in a picture book, is dug out of Subaru's memory.

As Reinhardt's description suggests, that's the story of the king and the dragon. The weight of its history, which has been handed down cotton. I guess it is the policy of the Kingsguard Knights to start the Sage Society to adhere to that at all, and gather the Emilias together. But...

"What's more, a hasty witch and a king touching the exact scales of the dragon? It's not Mr. Ichigo's tongue battle, and he's gone royalty, so we tailored the witch to the king instead - can't we?

"I hear the opinions around there quite bumped into each other. But the prophecy board, Dragon Historical Stone, which is actually passed on to the kingdom, showed heaven that the means of its contouring was right. And the sages admitted it and gave us their lives. I don't want to feel bad about it."

Subaru responds with a convincing nod to a prayerful, if overly refreshing, explanation.

There is no certainty, but there is no other means. Then it is the presence of Lugnica, now the pro-Dragon King, who will only do his best.

What kind of shame the dragon at heart puts on the human judgment of this kingdom - no one knows that now. Or maybe the only one who knows about it is its prophetic board and the bearer of the heavenly will that it is greatly inscribed with the letter.

"Well, I see what's going on. So we're talking about deciding the king out of the four. Can't you just flip them all, make them kings, sequence them, and make choices?

"The reason why it doesn't work is also engraved in dragon history stone... the captain will now read it out"

This is a name proposal, and Subaru's proposal just rejected with one swing of his head. When its sincerity is about to be spoken, Reinhardt's blue eyes are turned again towards the center of the hall.

The knights gathering the gaze of the hall looked back to the four candidates lined up,

"And here's what the prophecy goes on." The five men who can be the guide of a new kingdom, choose one witch over another, and come to the covenant with the dragon. "

What Marcos said in a good way, I have to decipher it and convince Subaru that too. If the prophecy board is engraved with a choice of one, I guess there's no other way to do that.

And I think that much and a fraction of it catches on.

"Five...?

"Yes, five."

Reinhardt nods in response to Subaru's question.

He coolly sidelines Subaru, who floats his suspicions all over his face,

"That means the status quo, where there were only four candidates - the king's race had not even begun. I couldn't find a fifth candidate there, I just have to get him to blame for the incompetence of the Kingsguard Knights."

"You're talking about 50 million people, right? Then I think it's tough to talk about looking for five people, and if you can do it in about six months, it's my opinion that you're not moving too fast."

In fact, I think it would be a rather difficult condition if the means of communication were not established and Japan, for example, was not equipped with an environment in which the national survey could be conducted at the very top. Even in Japan, we can expect that there will be as many exceptions that can be made by twisting such conditions.

I don't know how many Kingsguard Knights there are and how good they are, but just electing four candidates in a short period of time is a pretty good deal.

"Don't hesitate to blame you if you talk about a potential witch who can unexpectedly glow Dragon Difference. This pit............"

"I can't say for sure that I've been examined for all 50 million citizens, but four after more than 80%. I think I want you to work for the Knights."

That's all I've done, I guess I'm proud of it. There's nothing to be ashamed of about Reinhardt's attitude. That's why the bad-ridden Subaru is more awkward.

but the situation flows in disregard of such Subaru's mood.

"Because we couldn't find that fifth one, we couldn't do anything while we knew who we were supposed to compete with. That's teething."

"Yes, yes. Every time I get called in, I get interrupted many times, and I just have a connection to the Euclides, and I'm not gonna fit in."

"Dear Anastasia, Honesty is your poor virtue, but you better hold it down a little on this occasion..."

Purple-haired girl agrees with Krush's words. There Julius complains while accompanied by a disturbing trick. girl - called Anastasia. She turned her eyes to Julius,

"What? That I should take it if I hold it down?

"No. I was wondering if it would be more graceful."

"Julius' standards are the only ones we don't know."

To the unconvincing content to advise, but Anastasia sighs with a poisoned face. Then I turned to Marcos,

"Anyway, what we all know about the story so far. Did you find the princess satisfied?

"I don't know. Al, you got it?

"Ugh, roger. Thank you for coming all the way, and the lady in your karalagi valve."

Priscilla responds to Anastasia with a flickering arm. Anastasia meditates on her obedience. Then again I looked up to the Sage Society,

"If you need to talk to me, hurry up, will you? We don't have time for this either, so we have a lot to do after this. Grandpa and I will take the country wallet. You know what I mean?

The way you say it, but you just feel like you're making fun of them in the current situation you know they're on the horizon. Unexpectedly Subaru became wary of the rough spot, but Anastasia seems to have already stepped on the number of spots there, and he is able to identify critical lines.

I don't see any atmosphere in the face of the Sage Society that has received a statement that lacks respect, in any case blaming her for what she is saying now. On the contrary, microtoffs and the like are enjoyable,

"It's bad for the busy Anastasia, but we'd appreciate it if you could hang out with us a little more about the old body. Whatever… today will be a day to be inscribed in the history of the Kingdom"

At the end of a casual conversation, Microtoff's voice goes low on the pretend.

Hearing that, the atmosphere ran through the hall, where until then the first sense of urgency was being lost, so much that no one could help but stretch their spine.

Explore the sincerity of Microtoff's words and fear that everyone will utter the first word. In the meantime, it's the girl with her chest stretched without fear who cut the fire.

"History moves, you said. I mean, if that's the case, isn't it?

To Priscilla's quiet inquiry, Microtoff nods small on the stage. Then he turns his dark eyebrowed gaze to Marcos and signals with his gaze.

Marcos, who received it, put his hand on his chest and thanked him,

"- Knight Reinhardt van Astrea! Here."

"Ha!"

Suddenly, the voice of Marcos echoing in the hall.

Next to Subaru, surprisingly surprised, Reinhardt replied as he waited to be called. Then as he advanced into the center with his slippery figure, he offered a toast to four of the candidates, then before Marcos, the Knight Commander.

"Okay, Reinhardt, report."

"Ha."

Step aside and Marcos vacates the center in front of the stage. Entering there, Reinhardt singled out the gaze of the audience and faced the Sage Society with a disgusting look of shards,

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Honorable Sage Society, this Reinhardt Van Astrea, a Kingsguard knight, is pleased to present his report on the completion of his mission"

"Phew, so that everyone can hear you"

At the behest of Microtoff, Reinhardt looks back after a grace and stretches his back dignified in front of everyone in the hall.

"The dragon witch, the king's candidate - the last five, we have found you."

Ooh, it spreads between the knights, whose twists and turns, and the faces of the candidates change in response to their strong emotions. For emotions such as joy, boredom, and confusion.

And Subaru also spins words only in his mouth "I knew it" on Reinhardt's words. From the way things have been going so far, it was visible to me that it would be such a story.

But what we don't know is Reinhardt's position. Why was he chosen as the place for the report? Or so much so that Subaru realizes what the face on this occasion has in common.

It's

"All, officials of the King's candidate…"

Al is Priscilla. Ferris is Krush. If Julius includes himself as an Anastasian associate and Subaru as well as Emilia's associate, the position of Reinhardt, who had joined the scene, is also clear.

"Take me with you"

It was a small voice, but it jumped across the temple to reach the main door with ease. The guard in front of the gate who received that voice salutes him, and then the door slowly opens.

From beyond the door thus opened, a single figure was invited into the throne room, accompanied by several ladies dressed like samurai.

Seeing the figure, Subaru frowns in surprise.

Light yellow fabric dress. He rocks white gloves and skirts that reach to his elbows and steps on the carpet with heeled shoes that are unlikely to make him walk. The smaller and more luxurious the body is, the thinner it is likely to break, and the thinner, thinner, golden hair looks good on the frizzy impression.

But Subaru knows that she rocks semi-long golden hair and a willing red-eyed girlfriend is the owner of a pranky octagonal tooth and unrelated to such weakness.

Surprised by its misplaced appearance, Subaru unwittingly opens his mouth to dismay.

Leaving room for such Subaru's reaction, Reinhardt tells with a roaring voice as everyone burns into his eyes the appearance of the girl who has newly entered the hall.

My name is Felt, and I am the king.

The voice kept sounding over and over again on Subaru's tympanic membrane adhering to surprise.

- Deciding on the fate of the Kingdom of Lugnica, the election of the king was about to begin.