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My request to Rozchi's like that, too. Right now, I'm completely, totally broke. Sure, I could ask for a pile of gold, but why not set myself up so I can make a living long-term?

Which one's more your type, I wonder…Ram or Rem?

All that said, being the guardian of an archive of forbidden books… The sound of it really tickles a guy's mind.

That feeling made Subaru admit he had lost this—

Maybe it was some kind of twin "sympathy" they talked about on those supernatural investigation shows; that thing where they could read the other even when apart.

Precisely because they were twins, he wanted to see some individuality , the essence of human emotion.

Subaru thought he was just indulging in his individuality—but with such thoughts on his mind, three voices sounded as one.

Her statement, that she couldn't treat him as a simple coworker because they stood apart, stuck in his ears.

People are petty like that.

He was scared that Ram's gossipy statement would make sparks fly with Emilia in short order.

Women are happy when they're pursued.

There is beauty in enthusiasm.

I'm genuinely grateful and you joke about it like that...?

Having said all that...it's nice that you're trying hard, but how'd you get your hand all beat up like that, anyway?

But it might be troublesome for you to have me with you like...

The two laughing like that announced that their rendezvous for that night had come to an end.

Watching Subaru's self-satisfied look, a charming smile came over Emilia as she let out a little sigh.

He was looking forward to their at least engaging in the cold verbal abuse to which he was accustomed.

Subaru linked his fantasy Puck to the real one, letting his memory of the fluffy feline lead him to a happy place.

As Subaru hung his head in shame, the sisters called out with voices of concern.

The silence descended upon the room.

One after the other, after another…he desperately took deep big breaths. As Subaru gasped like a fish out of water, a scornful voice spoke from within the archive.

It’s all deceits and conceits to the very end. This is why I can’t hold a conversation with your kind.

He spitefully looked at the sun rising in the low sky of the east. This and four more and he’d be right at the appointed hour.

He shook a fist toward the sky and declared war to no one in particular. It was Subaru’s first declaration of open defiance at the “summons” and “loop” that had brought him to that world.

Subaru sank into the bathtub, put his thoughts in order without a breath of oxygen, and poked his head out of the bathtub once more.

In every sense, it was clear which twin sister had the superior ability at domestic work. Rem had first-rate skills across the board while Ram would have needed to work hard to come close to second-rate. Normally, that setup would give Ram an inferiority complex, but...

You might say that it was his bad habit to get on other people's nerves. At Subaru's reply, Roswaal closed his right eye and looked up at the ceiling with his yellow left eye alone.

Roswaal seemed to see a rare dazzle in Subaru's youth as he nodded.

Yes, it's Dark. Your connection to the other four elements is quite weak. Put differently, though, this is exceedingly rare...

It was partly pure physical beauty, but also the beauty of each and every action.

He’d surrendered to his sudden impulse, opened his mouth wide and yawned.

Time is limited to one hour.

Subaru was basically an amateur at all the chores of the mansion.

Having said that, I think taking someone for granted from the get-go is a little different… Ram’s really good at that, though.

It's really distracting.

Like possessed, except by a demon instead of a divine spirit.

Subaru remembered the image of the Red Demon and the Blue Demon hugging each other as they laughed themselves silly, when he suddenly realized there was a definite smile carved upon Rem’s face.

scars, in a way, were a good thing.

The presence or absence of scars was a great way to tell if he’d done a Return by Death or not.

No one lives as prettily as on the day they were born.

Besides that, I’ve cut my hand lots of times in front of you before, so why offer to heal me all of a sudden?

Feelings are real important here. I want my renewed hard work to completely provoke those two sisters!

Certainly, Subaru's statement had been very frivolous, but Emilia brushed it off like it had nothing to do with her. The fact that she clearly didn't see herself as the target of Subaru's affections gave him no route to follow up.

Emilia, perhaps set off by his probing the deeper meaning of her actions, remarked, "It's nothing !" as she left the window and cutely strode past Subaru.

Responsibility, or perhaps duty—Subaru was driven by an emotion he couldn't put into words.

But having thought that far, Subaru clutched his head. He'd come to understand there'd be an attack on Emilia and the others. That much was a success.

You could say that the problem with Return by Death was that you had no way to explain the information you got before you died.

Subaru himself wondered why he felt such tranquility there when Beatrice truly thought of him as nothing more than that.

He'd died a total of five times so far, but he most certainly wasn't used to it. Quite the opposite; the more times he died, the more the accumulated experience made his knees quiver from his raw fear of experiencing death again.

I think Rem fertilized that flower bed with manure yesterday...

Well, just think of it as: When bad luck is with you, good luck is not far away.

Emilia's already in Consolation Mode!

Ugh...could you not mention something I really don't want to talk about?

She should just be honest with herself. That's a cute thing about Lia, though...don't you think, Subaru?

Now Subaru's teasing me... And what is that 'tan'? Where did that come from?

F-fine. I'll accept that. Hey, don't look at me like that!

My leading lady's easy!

I just want to reach an agreement on E M P (Emilia-tan's Majorly Pretty).

My keywords are magic and chain...but that doesn't tell me anything yet.

To be honest, I don't like picking a plan that's giving up from the start...

For that, I had to tell Puck under the table to keep Emilia safe.

I made things pretty vague, but he seems genuinely protective of Lia.

After all, he'd given Subaru's pushy suggestion a warm reception.

He could now assume that Emilia would be relatively safe.

It wasn't much, but it did relieve a bit of the burden on his shoulders.

That being said, he had to do whatever he could.

If possible, he wanted Ram and Rem, and of course Roswaal and Beatrice as well, to get through those four days safely.

He had his reasons for not running no matter how formidable the challenge.

Dear Guest, you are the manner of houseguest known as a freeloader.

If it tastes bad, it tastes bad. I just can't think of it as anything but black tea. Tastes like...plant.

Does calling myself that tick you off that much?

That's why I love this story and hate this story. The Blue Demon's self-sacrifice was super cool, but he was an idiot beyond saving, too. I like to think I can save myself through putting in the effort...

If the Red Demon truly wanted to be friends with the humans, he should have gone to live in the village, even if it meant cutting off his horn. He should have done that long before the Blue Demon left.

Making the Blue Demon pay for something he wants is unforgivable. If the Red Demon wants it, the Red Demon should pay the price. The Blue Demon robbing him of that chance is a problem, too.

What an uninteresting reply.

So you're the type who understands neither his position nor that of others... When distance grows, your type gets left behind by both.

Distance, huh. Why not just tell people how you feel while they're still close? The Red Demon's not a bad guy for wanting to get along, and the Blue Demon's not a bad guy for wanting to help him, either. I'm the type who likes demons, not the type to just drive 'em off the island at the drop of a hat.

I believe it is best if others can carry it with her. However, sooner or later, Lady Emilia must be seen to climb that summit herself.

Everyone was born with a role to play and the responsibility to live up to it.

This was his punishment, the natural price to pay for what he had done. It was a cross to bear that Subaru, having formed a plan premised on losing something, could not shirk.

He had to carry both the sweet and the bitter thoughts with him. Subaru had spent those thrown-away four days prying open that raw wound, enduring pain like that of having his flesh gouged and his bones broken, all so that he would remember it.

Subaru had to continue to crave a happy ending until the last possible moment. No one had the right to decide that Emilia and the others were no more than bubbles on the edge of the time stream.

Why do you girls hate me that much? Even...that promise... I've always...

I've always lo--

Why'd everyone leave me behind...! What did I do to you...! Tell me what I did to you...!

What's wrong with me?

Subaru lived with the shame of having already died six times since arriving in that world. They were most certainly not peaceful deaths. Each death came with its own commensurate sense of loss. You didn't get used to the pain and suffering of it. Though he picked himself up each time, no one could understand the loneliness, the desolation, the anguish he felt.

He'd resolve that no matter what pickle he might find himself in, his heart, at least, would not falter. But that resolve had been shattered by his latest Return by Death. His sense of loss, of despair, of loneliness, gouged Subaru just as deeply as the bonds formed over the days before. There was no way he could recover. He didn't have the strength to recover.

Emilia was the only oasis Subaru had in an uncertain world. Subaru, having lost everything else he'd set his heart upon, had nowhere else to turn.

He didn't know if it meant anything or not—but he thought it was worth a shot.

Perhaps there is a reason someone is after you?

In the first place, I do not want to bring discord to this manor. This manor is a place that, to me, I must not lose, I suppose.

That is quite a sentiment coming from someone trying to make it another's problem?

Disgusting. Perhaps you are an unsalvageable deviant who delights in self-harm?

Could you protect me until sunrise on the fifth da-- The morning after tomorrow?

That is a rather vague statement. Perhaps there is a reason someone is after you?

He wondered if Rem, who'd killed him by her own hand, and the shaman were connected somehow. But if that was the case, Rem being killed this time around made no sense whatsoever from the shaman's point of view.

He'd thought that it would all be swept aside and things would be better someday. No, he thought they'd become better already. --And the moment he thought it, this happened.

He didn't know what to do anymore. What he did know was that Ram shouted behind him like she was spitting blood—