Re:Zero – Starting Life in Another World – Vol. 5 Ch. 1

Re:Zero – Starting Life in Another World. Volume. 5.

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‘Chapter 1:- A DECAYING MIND.’

 

 
Sub-chapter 1.

The clear, refreshing-looking sky spread overhead, filling Subaru’s vision as he lay on the ground.

Thinking back, about two months had passed since he had been summoned to this other world.

He wondered just how many times he had gazed up at the blue sky in the same way during that time.

The thick cumulonimbus clouds intercepted the sunlight, but bright, dazzling rays broke through the thick cover, pouring down to the surface.

The sun’s radiance was burning the insides of Subaru’s eyes when he suddenly had a thought.

Come to think of it… I haven’t seen a single rainy day since I came here.

He’d experienced small sprinkles late at night and showers right around sunset several times over, but there was nothing even close to resembling a long downpour that lasted an entire day.

The temperature of Lugunica was slightly too hot for long sleeves, which felt not unlike June in Subaru’s old world or perhaps the lingering effects of summer stretching into September. Maybe the lack of rain was due to his current world’s dry season.

“Shall we bring this to an end?”

As Subaru lay on the ground, idly thinking, an elderly male voice suddenly called out to him.

The boy remained faceup, raising his head to peer at the older man standing there. He was a tall man dressed in a black servant’s outfit. He stood perfectly straight, his extremely toned body inconsistent with his apparent age. His bountiful white hair was perfectly combed, suggesting his refinement.

The senior’s peaceful face had gentle wrinkles carved into it, giving him the look of a warm, elderly gentleman, but his hand gripped a long wooden sword.

Subaru replied to the man’s question.

“Nah, not yet. I was just thinking about a philosophical question.”

“Ohh, how interesting. And what did you ponder?”

“Fire above and water below… So I’m caught between a rock and a hard place. Or something.”

Subaru swung both legs high, and then brought them down with enough force to pull him to his feet.

The core of his body still felt heavy in some respects, but the pain of his bruises and other wounds had largely subsided. Subaru rotated his limbs a little to check before swinging the wooden sword still in his hand to the fore—thrusting it straight at Wilhelm.

“One more lesson, if you please.”

“Incidentally, what was the answer to the earlier philosophical question?”

“Nothing major—just me getting pissed even though I’m the one who wet the bed.”

With that nonsensical answer, he stepped forward and swung with his waster, tracing a semicircular arc from a low posture.

The tip swept through the air, the wind whipping around the full-force blunt strike.

However…

“Unah!!”

“You are using too much energy. In your hands, feet, neck, hips, and in your head.”

Wilhelm parried the hard-driving blow, smoothly deflecting it away from its target. The attack, aimed at his head, sailed above it. The old man turned his body, and the sword danced in his hand to accurately and gently rap the boy’s head, throat, and solar plexus—all vital points of the human body. The slight impact of Wilhelm’s waster sent Subaru’s body flying.

Thanks to his extreme restraint, the damage was practically nil. But even so, the shock to Subaru’s vitals hindered his breathing, and his failed defense ended up making him groan audibly.

“Gwoeh!”

The hit to his back made him dizzy. He was flat on the ground with his limbs splayed out once again, the sky laughing down at him. He was starting to resent this decidedly pleasant sight for some reason.

“Shall we bring this to an end?”

Wilhelm inquired gently without the slightest hint of sarcasm or disparagement.

How many times had he already voiced that question, gauging Subaru’s intent?

“It seems you are working hard.”

As Subaru gazed hatefully upward, a female voice interrupted.

He lifted his head to see a woman standing at the terrace, gazing down at Subaru, limbs spread wide as he lay in the courtyard.

“I only heard your voices, but you seem to be quite worked up about this.”

The beautiful green-haired woman leaned on the railing as she looked down at Subaru and Wilhelm. Her long, dark locks had a lustrous jade sheen, and she gave off the air of someone who naturally stood straight, bold, and proud. Her body, blessed with very feminine curves, was clad in a rather masculine military uniform. She was the lord of the manor as well as Wilhelm’s master—Duchess Crusch Karsten.

In spite of her young age, she was a brilliant woman occupying a critical national post—making her someone extremely important to the Kingdom of Lugunica’s present and future.

“My, Lady Crusch. Have we interrupted your duties?”

“No, I was just thinking of taking a break. No need for concern.”

Crusch nodded amicably at Wilhelm before shifting her gaze toward Subaru, prone on the ground. She added, “Besides, I do not want to be so haughty as to stifle the earnest efforts of others. Employees need time off. By all means, make full use of yours, Wilhelm.”

Wilhelm bowed deeply in thanks for Crusch granting permission in her typical manner.

“Understood. Having said that…”

Then, the old man shifted his attention toward Subaru.

“Shall we bring this to an end?”

“Even I’m smart enough to tell that you mean, ‘Let’s end this now.’”

Subaru pulled up his grass-stained body, moving his limbs to confirm for the third—no, tenth time—that all was well. He cracked his fingers and sighed audibly.

“I feel like getting my butt kicked while a pretty girl’s watching is kinda hard to swallow as a guy… My manliness gauge is dropping fast.”

Subaru made a strained smile as he tossed the wooden sword back to Wilhelm, who caught it with ease. Crusch replied, “There is no need for concern. It is hardly the first time I have seen you getting hurt.”

“Urgh!”

The merciless statement had Subaru clutching his chest as he groaned.

“I only heard about what happened after the fact, but I believe your words are a little too direct, Lady Crusch.”

“Is that so?”

Crusch reacted to Wilhelm’s comment with an innocent rise of her eyebrows before continuing.

“It is evident when a far superior opponent is impossible to match. But I do not think an unflinching display of determination is anything to regret or be ashamed of.”

As Crusch touched her chin and expressed her thoughts, Subaru felt moderately uncomfortable.

Putting aside the unexpected appraisal of his humiliation the day before, he was reminded of everything that happened before and after that episode. The greatest failure of his life—when they had parted on the worst possible terms in the castle waiting room.

“Truly, if I were you, the events last night would have been far harder to accept. I have only hearsay to go on, but…knowing myself, I imagine I would be indignant.”

Feeling Crusch’s partially sympathetic gaze, Subaru scratched his cheek and laughed drily.

“…Ta-ha-ha.”

It was the only reaction he could muster when thinking about what had occurred that evening, a mere half day prior: an unscheduled meeting with Reinhard, the Sword Saint, who’d gone out of his way just to visit Subaru at the Crusch residence.

Seeing the change in his expression, Crusch returned the conversation to the previous topic.

“And besides, even if it is painful to receive instruction while a woman is watching, is it not something you have already done many times over?”

She leaned halfway over the rail as her gaze, rich with meaning, crossed to the other end of the courtyard. There stood a blue-haired girl who had quietly watched everything.

Realizing that Crusch was looking at her, Subaru grimaced in embarrassment.

“…Embarrassment feels a little different when it’s in front of a friend.”

“I would think continuing to reveal your hand before your eventual enemy is a problem in and of itself… But the same could be directed at me for welcoming such a person to my mansion. For once, I am somewhat at a loss about my own thoughts.”

Crusch nodded a few times, as if her reply led her to some internal reflection. Then, she set such thoughts aside for the time being and addressed her servant.

“Wilhelm.”

“Yes.”

“I feel up for a little exercise. I shall delegate the remaining affairs to others. It is earlier than scheduled, but could you give me today’s lesson?”

“As you command. Please take as much time as you need.”

“That is a somewhat difficult request given my current mental state…”

A wry smile came over Crusch as she moved away from the railing, standing and returning to the study. She was the picture of dignity. Her green hair fluttered and danced, softly taking in the light of the sun until it vanished from Subaru’s field of vision. The boy watched her go as he released the tension inside him with a sigh.

Subaru smiled bitterly at himself when he realized the raw sense of relief he felt when she left his sight.

Put bluntly, Crusch was exactly the sort of lady he had a hard time with. Her straightforward and unyielding gaze was so sharp, it seemed to pierce straight to the heart. There had been many cases where her honest, sincere personality, and the words and deeds supporting it, left him distinctly troubled.

She lived strong and proud, full of confidence, without a single shred of hesitation about what she should do. Comparing his position to hers, Subaru seemed all the more pathetic.

“Shall we finally bring this to an end?”

As the boy shook his head to change emotional gears, Wilhelm turned back to him and asked again.

“That didn’t sound like a question, so I guess that’s that…”

Wilhelm gracefully shifted into position with his wooden sword, and the disappearance of the question mark at the end of his sentence told Subaru that this kind yet stern session was coming to a close. The older gentleman made a thin smile when he saw the sincere regret in Subaru’s black eyes.

“Now that Lady Crusch has arrived, I must fulfill my duties as an instructor. This is half the reason the House of Karsten employs me, you see.”

“Hey, I’m not gonna be selfish like a little kid. You did me a big favor, spending some of your time off with me like this.”

Subaru pointed the wooden sword directly at his opponent’s eyes, feeling intense loneliness as the training approached its conclusion.

He’d quit kendo in middle school, but he’d still picked up the basics of swordplay. Seeing Subaru’s straight posture and quiet disposition, Wilhelm’s face abandoned all trace of softness.

“—En garde.”

“Any time.”

Subaru replied to his tutor’s declaration, leaping forward across the ground.

He didn’t even try to feint. His attack was a plain downward swing, no tricks involved. From a high position, the blade sliced through the air in a helm-splitting strike, but the tip lost sight of its mark and thrust into the ground. Subaru, missing his target, found his forceful lunge turning into a forward roll.

Then, “—!”

Subaru sustained what seemed like countless sword blows.

Sub-chapter 2.

It had already been three days since Subaru Natsuki had entered Crusch Karsten’s manor.

The home of the duchess of Karsten was located directly in the middle of the Nobles’ District within the royal capital’s upper strata—a mansion that stood out even among the luxuriant dwellings alongside it. He had been told that it was a villa used only during stays in the capital, but its size and sheer extravagance rivaled that of Roswaal’s primary residence.

But Crusch herself had no interest in the decor of the overly ornamented manor. No doubt she saw it as a display of consideration for the many nobles who might visit the capital.

And one of those visitors had been Reinhard van Astrea. The incident from half a day prior was bitterly etched into Subaru’s memory.

“I am truly sorry I was unable to stop the incident at the training ground. I am ashamed of myself for being unable to do anything but watch.”

After calling for Subaru, the first thing Reinhard did was apologize, bowing his head under the magic lamps illuminating the Karsten residence’s front gate.

It was an apology from the man so trusted and respected by his nation that he was commonly known as the Sword Saint. Subaru, who didn’t think himself worthy to even face Reinhard, was taken completely by surprise.

“Wa-wait-wait-wait. Why do you have to apologize for everything? You didn’t do anything wrong, did you?”

“That isn’t the case at all, Subaru. I’m your friend, and Julius’s as well. Not stopping my friends from making a mistake was a failure on my part.”

“Fr…iends…”

Subaru’s breath caught a little at the mention of the second-to-last name in the world he wanted to hear. But Reinhard bore no malice. Indeed, he was apologizing for not intervening at the time. If he’d involved himself, no doubt Subaru wouldn’t have experienced a fraction of the misery he was going through now.

The “duel” between Subaru and Julius might not have qualified as the real thing, but it was not the place of others to interfere with a bout that was held to settle an issue. That much was set in stone. Therefore, Reinhard had been feeling guilt for something he shouldn’t have given a second thought. The fact that he still felt compelled to apologize showed why Reinhard was the “knight among knights.”

“…Well, whatever the case, I’m real happy you came all the way over to see me. You have to be busy with a million things right now?” Subaru said.

“I do not want to balance my schedule and my friendships on a set of scales. If I hadn’t taken the opportunity tonight, I wouldn’t have had a chance to apologize to you for some time.”

“‘Some time’? What, you’re heading off somewhere?”

“Lady Felt will be away from the royal capital, under the care of my family. There are many things she needs to learn, and there are new recruits who require training.”

Reinhard talked with a thin, wry smile at the numerous hardships he expected. But at the very least, the knight didn’t harbor any unease about the rapport in his master-vassal relationship. Subaru posed a question.

“You think Felt can really pull this off?”

“—Strangely, more so than I ever did before. I’m sure her determination and talent will surprise everyone. I will be merely encouraging her to help bring that future about.”

Hearing that unreserved reply, Subaru subconsciously shifted his gaze away from Reinhard.

“…Is that so? Glad to hear it.”

He couldn’t bear to look straight at the knight. The red-haired young man didn’t worry about hardships, nor did he hold any concerns about his relationship with his master. He had not even the slightest ambivalence about doing his duty to his utmost abilities.

At that moment, the difference between him and Subaru was simply too great—

Noticing Subaru was averting his gaze, Reinhard’s brows furrowed in a sympathetic look.

“Do you…have regrets?”

Regrets.

…Subaru bit his lip as the word floated inside his head.

He’d always had regrets. Yesterday, he felt remorse for the day before that. Today, he was bitter about yesterday. Tomorrow, he’d no doubt be anguished about the present day, too.

The choices made over the course of his life amounted to a never-ending trail of regrets. It was impossible not to yearn for the world he’d missed due to choices he hadn’t made.

With Subaru silent, Reinhard lowered his eyes.

“I will not say anything as flippant as, ‘I understand how you feel.’ But I am equally ashamed of what transpired. Perhaps it is the first time I’ve said such a thing, but I regret what happened.”

The words seemed not quite apropos to the chagrin that enveloped Subaru, but that was only natural. Their positions were different, so their points of view were different. The two didn’t see events the same way. That was why Subaru braced his heart for what Reinhard might say next. And yet—

“The duel that day between you and Julius…was a meaningless battle. I knew, but I did nothing, and as a result, you were unjustly hurt. It has pained me ever since how I simply stood back and watched.”

“”

But his meager resolve didn’t prepare him to hear that.

“—No meaning at all?”

“Yes, that’s right. What happened because you and Julius clashed there? You were injured, and Julius has a black mark on his record, nothing more. Are you aware that he was placed under house arrest afterward? I’m sure Julius is regretting his own actions this very moment.”

Julius’s punishment was news to Subaru, and it actually surprised him. So many knights watching the spectacle had been in Julius’s corner. Subaru had been convinced his opponent had made arrangements to avoid trouble afterward. And yet, he had been disciplined.

—But Subaru didn’t think the knight felt any regret at all. He had crossed swords with him, albeit wooden ones, more than enough to understand that loud and clear.

Unaware of what was in Subaru’s heart, Reinhard said with sincerity in his eyes, “If you had both had more time, you could have calmly discussed the matter. I should have ensured you had it… Things could have been resolved peacefully with no ill feelings instead of with a duel.”

“…So there’d have been no fight at all?”

“Correct. This may seem somewhat hard to believe, but normally Julius is a man who sincerely listens. If you’d fully aired your differences, the misunderstanding could have been immediately—”

“Reinhard.”

With an earnest voice, Subaru interrupted him.

The red-haired young man closed his mouth, looking back at Subaru with an unclouded gaze. Not a single negative emotion resided in his azure eyes.

In other words, Reinhard had been completely serious.

He truly believed that duel held no meaning.

—He couldn’t understand that it was a matter of pride, with neither side able to pull back from the brink.

“I understand how you feel, and I’m glad. You’re…a really good guy.”

“Then…”

“But I won’t accept what you said. I can’t accept what you said… This conversation’s over.”

The sight of Subaru breaking off the discussion and turning his back left Reinhard beyond surprised. When the boy passed through the gates to return to the mansion, the knight instantly began to reach out to him.

“Reinhard. You’re a super-good guy. I totally understand that everything you said just now was out of pure goodwill, and you meant no harm at all… I get that.”

The remark stopped Reinhard mid-motion. Sensing it behind him, Subaru didn’t turn back as he passed through the gate.

“But…just don’t. I won’t let you rob that duel of its meaning. Anything…but that.”

Subaru didn’t want that, and neither did Julius or the knights who had seen the duel to the end.

Their fight had to be worth something. It had concrete, definite value, even if Reinhard, the Sword Saint, couldn’t understand it.

While Subaru distanced himself, Reinhard attempted to bridge the gap.

“Even if that is so… What did you gain from that duel? You’ve only lost things, haven’t you?” But the words he chose for that purpose provided the last nail in the coffin. “You’ve even lost Lady Emilia.”

The very last name in the world Subaru wanted to hear at that moment had materialized. He replied to the Sword Saint indifferently.

“Go home, Reinhard. Before your master gets lonely and starts yelling.”

With a loud noise, the gate closed between them. And so they parted ways.

“…He didn’t need to bother, geez.”

Subaru gritted his teeth at the memory of the previous night as curses he couldn’t bring himself to say to Reinhard’s face spilled out.

His lips twisted as he tore at his head, as though brushing away the still-raw memory.

“Do not be like that, Subaru. You’ve been hit on the head, so behave while I tend to it.”

As Subaru lay there, a voice full of affection gently brushed his eardrums.

When he glanced up, he saw the blue-haired girl smiling down at him pleasantly. She was wearing a rather short black-motif apron dress. The maid with the adorable face—Rem—was kneeling on the green grass with Subaru’s head on her lap in the venerable “lap pillow” position.

Rem, appointed as Subaru’s maid, ran a finger through his hair as she whispered softly.

“You’ve worked hard in special training. Please, relax and rest on my lap for a while.”

“Doesn’t really deserve to be called ‘special training’… Just simple sword practice. Must’ve been boring to watch, huh?”

“It was not boring at all. Just spending time with you makes me very happy, Subaru.”

Everything pouring out of Rem was positive, but in his current state, Subaru couldn’t accept any of it. He covered his face with a hand, averting his gaze from her, who saw even his most unsightly moments in a positive light. She’d watched the sword practice, hardly anything more than playing around, from beginning to bitter end without complaint.

Even despite Subaru concealing his emotions, Rem didn’t speak a single cross word.

She silently waited out his attempt to hide his true feelings and affectionately supported his weight, softly running her finger through his hair as if to simply remind him that time hadn’t stopped.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, Subaru spoke first.

“…Hey…Rem.”

His halting voice brought Rem’s finger to a standstill. As she indulgently waited for him to talk, Subaru took a fair bit of time before continuing to speak.

“Do you…think I’m pathetic?”

It had come from his own mouth, but he genuinely wondered what answer he was hoping to hear. Did he want her to say yes? Did he want her to say no? What exactly did he want her to appraise about him? Did he mean right then, or three days prior, or perhaps long before that…?

“I do.”

Rem easily answered, interrupting Subaru’s rumination.

As his concerns unraveled, Subaru glared at Rem from below in protest.

“So you think that, too? Why are you sticking with me if I’m pathetic, then? ’Cause you were told to?”

Rem, upside down in his field of vision, gently shook her head at Subaru’s acerbic reaction.

“Thinking you are pathetic and being with you is not a contradiction. Even without a command, I believe I would have stayed with you regardless, Subaru.”

“…Why’s that?”

“Because I want to.”

Her reply was brief.

The matter-of-fact delivery left Subaru speechless. He had no idea what to say, although the words made his chest feel light.

It was as if his incomprehensible self-examination had received an equally baffling answer.

“Rem… You’re really something else.”

“I am. But Sister is even more incredible.”

“I still don’t understand why you put your sister on a pedestal, but you’re incredible.”

Subaru raised a hand in surrender, letting his entire body relax as he sank into Rem’s lap fully. He closed his eyes, leaving her to stroke his forelocks with her finger once more as she said, “I am here because I believe you want me to be here, Subaru.”

“So I want you to watch me get beaten up and then act pathetic and embarrassing after? That makes me sound like some kind of masochist…”

Rem curiously inclined her head, asking with a completely innocent look, “You aren’t?”

Subaru could only exhale deeply through his nostrils in a wordless reply.

Time continued in a quiet, lazy fashion, without any intrusions. Finally she asked, “Perhaps we should head back in? Any longer and we might be in the way of Lady Crusch’s sword practice.”

When Rem’s thighs seemed about to move, Subaru grabbed hold of them, his cheek savoring the feeling.

“Just a little longer. I’ve been hit on the head. Might be dangerous to move this soon?”

Rem let her legs relax as she acceded to Subaru’s suggestion.

“Yes… If that is what you desire, Subaru.”

Thanks to her unlimited kindness, he didn’t have to think about the things he didn’t want to. He let his body sink deeper and deeper into that gentle quicksand.

—It had been three days since the declaration of the royal selection. Three days since Subaru and Emilia had parted ways.

Subaru Natsuki was steadily rotting away.

Sub-chapter 3.

I must’ve done something wrong, Subaru thought once he had time to reflect.

He knew it was an unpleasant memory, but before he realized, he was going back over and over to that evening and the sight of a silver-haired girl turning from him and walking away.

As the sound of a closing door echoed, Subaru thought, I must’ve come up short somewhere.

He was well aware that his words had gone too far.

The fact that it had come right after receiving a beating had been part of it. When Emilia’s words forced him into a corner, he’d ended up blurting out a lot of really unacceptable things.

As a result, Subaru and Emilia had ended up separating.

Did the suddenness of his words mean that they were just jumbled half thoughts? Or did it mean that they had been dwelling in his heart all along?

He cared for her, and he wanted her to acknowledge that; both feelings were true.

But how much he meant the rest of what he’d said… Even he wasn’t sure anymore.

“—Hey, kid. Kid!!”

Subaru was submerged in a sea of self-doubt when a throaty voice from nearby reeled him back to reality.

When he blinked, the man standing right in front of him slumped his shoulders, lamenting as he creased his brow.

“Come on, kid. Don’t be glaring like that in front of a man’s shop. You’ll scare off the customers,” he lamented with a frown on his stern face, marked by an attention-grabbing vertical scar.

Subaru, back in the present, gently rubbed his eyelids, quickly recovering from the impact of the man’s fierce countenance.

“Hey, Pops. I think it’s your glaring at customers that scares ’em off.”

“I’m not glaring! I’m worrying about you, damn it! You come here with some weirdo in tow, and then when Old Man Rom hears your message, I can’t get in touch with him anymore. I should be giving you an earful for all the trouble you put me through!”

The shopkeeper raised his voice in anger and pounded the counter with one of his thick arms.

As he did, the slam caused a basket with fruit on display to tilt, threatening to send his produce tumbling. However, with a flutter of the hem of her skirt, Rem landed in the space right in front of the shop.

“That is no way to handle food.”

Her fingers gripped the basket on the counter, gently catching it before it could fall along with all the fruit within.

“Ohh, thanks a lot, miss.”

The man—Cadmon—sighed with admiration at her skillful move, taking the basket back from Rem with visible relief.

Then he lowered his voice as he directed a look back at Subaru. “So take my advice. Get away from this mean-mug guy. It won’t end well.”

“Hey, what are you talkin’ about here? Don’t go around spreading unfounded rumors, geez,” Subaru countered.

“It’s not unfounded at all. You were here with a girl not long ago, and now you’ve got a different one, don’t you? The earlier girl… Ah, I can’t remember clearly, but that just means this young lady is prettier. Two-timers can go to hell.”

“Do I look like I can handle two-timing girls? In the first place, how did you…?”

Forget about Emilia, Subaru had been going to say. But Cadmon’s lack of memory was an effect of the anti-recognition magic she used to conceal her identity.

Recalling that brought her face to the forefront of his thoughts, accompanied by a painful throb in his chest.

As Subaru fell into silence, Cadmon gave him a suspicious look before resuming his speech to Rem.

“You see? Incorrigible. You’ll end up with nothing but hardship no matter how hard you try.”

“Thank you very much for your consideration… However, I am doing this because I want to.” Rem’s cheeks reddened as she glanced at Subaru to gauge his reaction. Cadmon’s look, even sourer than before, made plain that he thought her unfortunate.

“I have to say, though, the feel on the street’s different today. There aren’t more people than usual, but… It’s like there’s a stir in the air. Maybe more people are…stopping and standing than usual?”

Subaru gazed at the hustle and bustle, changing the topic to distract them from how he hadn’t finished his previous sentence.

“Surprisingly sharp eye. Well, that’s how it is. When big stuff’s going on, it’s time for merchants to make some money. Right now, everyone’s hungry for the next rumor.”

Cadmon nodded at Subaru’s musings as he grabbed one of the fruits lined up in front of his shop and took a bite.

Subaru gawked at the owner holding fruit with teeth marks. “That’s your merchandise…,” he remarked before he continued. “Well, I’m not sure what business opportunities the royal selection has for a fruit vendor, but I’m impressed you weren’t left behind when it started. Guess you’re a natural genius at this, Pops.”

“Oh, shut your mouth. At any rate, it’s because there’re more people rubbing shoulders and whispering to one another. Everyone’s talking to everyone else right now. See, look over there.”

Cadmon forcefully pointed with the core of his fruit, indicating a sign at the edge of the street. Even among the signs desperately competing to stand out along Market Street, this one stood taller than all the rest.

“Well, if it’s anything but I-script, I can’t read it.”

“What? How uneducated. You can read my store’s sign, then?”

“I feel like the characters are close to I-script, but they’re so bad that I can’t read them.”

Cadmon was taken aback at Subaru’s ill-natured attempt to cover up his own lack of education.

“So what is written on that sign, anyway?”

“The same thing we’ve been talking about. ‘The Royal Selection Has Commenced.’” Subaru frowned, unsure what Cadmon’s point was, so the shopkeeper roughly scratched at his head and added, “All right. Let me spell it out to you. Miss, take care of the store for a bit.”

“As you request.”

The way Cadmon abandoned his station as if it was nothing, and the way Rem followed up without the slightest hesitation, left Subaru simply uneasy as he slouched.

“Don’t let amateurs run your shop just like that, geez. And Rem, don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“All she has to do is exchange merchandise for coin according to the prices listed. It’s not like I’m getting customers anyway.”

“So you finally admit it?!”

Subaru wore a defiant look as Cadmon led him away. Rem waved after them as she headed toward the counter.

“I have to say, though—young or old, everyone seems super interested in the royal selection. What do you think, Pops?”

Cadmon scowled bitterly at Subaru’s words and replied.

“Hmm. Well, there’s a lot of hot air about who’ll become the next ruler, but it’s not as if they can leave the throne empty forever. I wish they’d just hurry up and decide already.”

“This is only what I’ve been told, but doesn’t the Council of Elders handle running the country? How badly does not having a king affect the people?”

“Hey, if that’s a joke, it’s in bad taste. Now, some people snub the king as a figurehead when it comes to administration but… The Covenant with the Dragon is made with the royal family generation after generation. We have the Dragon protecting Lugunica to thank for the clashes with Volakia down south not turning into anything besides skirmishes.”

Gusteko to the north, Lugunica to the east, Kararagi to the west, and Volakia to the south—those were the names of the great nations that ruled this world. Subaru had heard that smaller nations existed, too, but they were treated as client states of the great four.

Subaru asked another question.

“Volakia, huh… What, you think if the Dragon’s gone, they’ll invade?”

“Their imperial motto is, ‘Many troops, strong nation, eat the weak, grow strong.’ They say Lugunica was in the middle of a war with them four hundred years ago right before the Covenant with the Dragon was first made. Some say they’re still sore about the Dragon butting in.”

“So that’s how the people feel about not having a king, huh…”

“Even if it wasn’t for that, a country without a ruler’s in as much of a bind as a beast without a head. The last king wasn’t a wise one, but he wasn’t bad, either. That’s what I think, anyway.”

Cadmon cut through the throng of various races before standing in front of a sign that towered above the already tall man. He blended in with the people looking up at it with the same objective, craning his neck to read the characters that Subaru could not.

“It’s an announcement that the royal selection has begun, and a summary. The king will be determined three years hence before the Dragonfriend Ceremony, who shall conduct the ceremony thereafter, et cetera. Then it lists the candidates.”

Cadmon, reading the details in Subaru’s place, relayed things the latter already knew. Subaru’s interest had begun to fade, but the last word, candidates, put a stop to that. Cadmon, watching from the side as Subaru licked his parched lips, nodded appreciatively.

“The candidates are on your mind, huh? There’re five royal selection candidates in total. The best-known are Duchess Crusch Karsten and the Hoshin company president, a girl named Anastasia.”

“Is that Duchess Crusch famous?”

“Well, she’s a duchess. It’d be pretty bad if people living in the capital didn’t know her name. She’s still young, but as duchess and heir to her household, she’s already considered one of the most brilliant women in national history. The tales of her first sortie in the duchy of Karsten, the reason she inherited the title, are common even here in the capital.”

“First sortie…?”

“The duke of Karsten at the time—her immediate predecessor—was injured by a horde of nasty monsters that appeared in the duchy of Karsten. So she took over command for him and brought things under control in the blink of an eye, and then everyone knew her name. There’d always been rumors that she was brilliant, but she was so good that her father had his seventeen-year-old daughter take over for him.”

Listening to someone outside Crusch’s sphere of influence evaluate her made Subaru’s shoulders feel tighter and tighter.

Not noticing Subaru’s internal turmoil, Cadmon traced the scar on his face with a finger as he went on.

“And there’s not a merchant around who hasn’t heard about how much progress the Hoshin Company has made these past few years, even for them. That young lady at the helm—Anastasia—she’s even taken down major companies and brought them under hers. Just like that old legend, Hoshin of the Wastes. It’s like she’s a reincarnation of the man.”

Subaru wondered if the proud way Cadmon spoke of Anastasia was due to his identifying with her as a fellow merchant. Going from a mere trader to a royal candidate was a real Cinderella story.

On the one hand, there was Crusch, a woman with an inspired demeanor, pursuing her beliefs with an iron will. On the other was Anastasia, the girl with light-purple hair, standing out due to her Kansai accent.

The details on the sign before them had no discrepancies from what he’d heard in the royal selection conference. The contents were conveyed to the populace with thoroughness and sincerity and no unfairness whatsoever.

Cadmon resumed.

“So rumor has it that those two are the leaders for the royal selection. Personally, I think Lady Crusch, in a crucial position in the kingdom, has more weight than a merchant born in another country.”

“So both are leading the pack, huh.”

No doubt Cadmon’s words were colored by personal opinion he’d ventured at the end. Even so, it was without doubt that Crusch’s position and family name constituted powerful backing. To the people, unaware of her speech, it was most natural to assume that Crusch would inherit the throne.

“So Crusch is the favorite, and Anastasia is the runner-up… So who’s the dark horse?”

After Subaru’s comment, Cadmon read the names of the three remaining candidates, crossing his arms with a conflicted look on his face.

“It’s hard to talk about dark horses. Putting those two aside, the three others are basically unknown. I’ve lived in the capital for a long time and even I don’t know them. This Priscilla seems to have a noble’s name, but I don’t even see family names for the other two. Given how the president of the Hoshin Company became one, I really have to wonder how they’re picking these candidates.”

On that point, Subaru imagined he’d be in perfect agreement if he didn’t personally know the details. You had the current heiress of a hereditary duchy, the young president of a foreign trading company, an unknown bearing a family name of noble pedigree, and two remaining candidates with no family name and uncertain origins. Withholding information about the basics of how they’d been selected was unfair to the general populace. Even Subaru, who knew that the crests with the Dragon motifs had been used to select the candidates, had no idea what the Dragon’s motives were in choosing the girls.

But just when Subaru was about to burst into laughter at all the idle speculation, Cadmon narrowed his eyes, twisted his lips in disgust, and spat his opinion.

“But I’m hopping mad they included a half-elf. I can’t help it. It lists some basics about each royal candidate, but this Emilia… Apparently they made a half-demon a candidate. I tell you, it’s stupid any way you slice it.”

“Half-demon…huh?”

“It’s what we call people who look like witch accomplices. What the hell are the high and mighty thinking…?”

Cadmon glared up at the tall sign that was a full two heads above him, his eyes filled with disgust. Subaru couldn’t immediately react.

“…”

He had a not-insignificant amount of goodwill toward the scarred shopkeeper. This was the first man he’d spoken to in this other world, and when reunited with him later, he’d grown to view the man as someone he could trust. In contrast to his stern appearance, his personality and character were amiable, and he was full of love for his wife and child. At the very least, Subaru didn’t doubt that he was a benevolent person.

The boy couldn’t help but be surprised to hear such a man speak such slander about another as if it were a matter of course. Besides, to Subaru, it couldn’t be casually dismissed. And so, his lips blurted out a denial.

“…It doesn’t mean everyone who looks like that is involved with the Witch, does it?”

“Hah?”

Under Cadmon’s curious gaze, Subaru’s emotions got the better of him as he pushed on.

“D-don’t go judging her just because she’s a half-elf. That ‘Emilia’ girl, she’s incre… She might be doing this for the sake of the country. She might be a good, incredible girl for all you know.”

“Hold on. I don’t know why you’re trying so hard, but stop covering for a half-demon. If someone else overhears, they ain’t gonna understand.”

“Yeah, I suppose so. And you wouldn’t want the pretty girl doing on-the-job training to see a grown man making a scary face, talking trash about someone he doesn’t even know.”

Subaru’s large helping of invective mixed with sarcasm made Cadmon put a hand to his forehead.

“I get it, give me a break. I said too much. I apologize, okay?”

“…Tch.”

Though it was an apology he was pushed into, Cadmon’s mature reaction made Subaru back down.

Yet as Subaru relented, Cadmon carried on.

“You’re free to think what you like. But it’s not possible for a half-elf to become king.”

“You’re still…! Why not? Because of the Witch of Jealousy? What, because the Witch was a half-elf, that means all half-elves are dangerous?!”

“—That’s right.”

To Subaru, worked up again as their argument resumed, Cadmon’s voice had a shockingly cold ring to it.

“There you go again…!”

Subaru was about to make a rebuttal when his voice caught in his throat, because he saw the look of fear in Cadmon’s eyes.

“The Witch is scary. That goes without saying. It’s a feeling everyone shares. I don’t know how you grew up not knowing this, but at the very least, the vast majority of people avoid half-demons for the same reason.”

“…”

“Look. They say the Witch…the Witch of Jealousy…is a monster completely off the charts. Four hundred years ago, her shadow swallowed up half the continent. Famed heroes and dragons succumbed one after another before that. If it wasn’t for the Holy Dragon’s power, the Sage’s knowledge, and the Sword Saint of the day, the world would’ve been destroyed for sure.”

Subaru had never heard this before, and he was unable to avert his eyes from Cadmon’s deadly serious expression as he heard the details he couldn’t dismiss.

“But in spite of all that the Witch of Jealousy has done, we know next to nothing about her. What we do know is that she’s a half-elf with silver hair. That, and the fact she can’t be reasoned with, can’t understand how others think, and she seems to rampage around out of a hatred for everything in the whole world.”

The wave of surging emotion behind Cadmon’s trembling pupils conveyed the raw emotions of every person living in the world in a way dry sentences alone never could.

Like the picture book Subaru had seen, the story of the Witch was passed down orally and through the printed word. Depending on the storyteller, the means and the amount of repetition varied, but the final result was always the same: absolute terror that the people born in that world would never shake, as if it were a nail driven through their very hearts.

“The Witch is a symbol of terror. Everyone’s afraid of things they don’t understand. So people want to use the few details they do know to keep as far away from them as possible.”

“…And that justifies discriminating against half-elves?”

“At the very least, a lot of half-demons having twisted personalities is the literal truth. I will admit that I don’t know if it’s just their natures or if it’s the circumstances that make them like that.”

Cadmon was grimacing as if chewing on a bitter insect, likely because Subaru’s words had backed him into an uncomfortable corner. The man seemed well aware that what he was saying was irrational. But the emotions about the Witch welling up inside dimmed his view of any rebuttal of that logic.

Moreover, that thinking may well have been a universally held opinion in their world, from the lowest rungs to up on high.

When Subaru realized that, only then did he truly appreciate the meaning of the plea Emilia had made at the royal selection conference.

“—”

She was a half-elf. Her destiny was something she could not divorce herself from no matter how hard she tried. She wore an iron shackle that others starting in the same position did not, one she could never remove.

Cadmon crossed his arms and spoke sullenly.

“And since that’s what people think, she has no chance of winning at all. Someone being fond of that half-demon and promoting her like this… It’s a bad joke, I tell you.”

The object of his argument, and his anger, seemed to have shifted from the candidate herself, Emilia, to whoever had hoisted her onto a palanquin when she had no chance of victory.

It was a benevolent concession on Cadmon’s part, but it was small comfort given the thoroughly negative image of half-elves.

The girl Emilia first needed to overcome the obstacle of prejudice.

To the uninformed Subaru—ignorant of the tyrannical history of half-elves and why people feared the Witch as a result—Cadmon asked, “Why put her through it if she has to carry a handicap like that?”

Certainly, Subaru was completely inexperienced where the history of that world was concerned. He couldn’t know about the wicked deeds of the Witch beyond the details written on a page. It was hard for him to imagine just how much people feared half-elves, how deep their aversion ran, and for that matter, what half-elves living in such an environment thought of other people.

But he’d heard the girl’s words, spoken with a voice clear as a bell…

“—Hold it right there, evildoers!”

She had saved Subaru, who had been crawling on the ground in pain and humiliation.

Where were the expectations and calculations behind her actions back then?

Subaru didn’t know their world’s history, about the Witch or half-elves. But he knew Emilia.

“My name is Emilia. Just Emilia. Thank you, Subaru.”

He understood that the girl with silver hair and stubborn benevolence who always acted with no regard for her own loss or gain might resemble the Witch of Jealousy, but that had absolutely nothing to do with her.

He knew that she, who had lived in a world that showed no kindness to her whatsoever, possessed heartfelt good will toward others even so.

No matter how badly the world might treat her, at least Subaru would—

Suddenly, a chill ran up his spine as a frosty voice interrupted his thoughts.

“—It was all for your own benefit, wasn’t it?”

In the back of his mind, her lovely, charming smile transformed into a sharp gaze and a stern voice.

“I wanted to believe you…but you’re the one who stopped me, Subaru!”

He had trampled her trust underfoot, and her pained voice reverberated inside his cramped skull.

He tried to understand. He thought he got it. He’d acted as if he did. And he’d frivolously broken and tossed aside the promise he’d made to her. The blame impaled his chest once again.

“—If you don’t say it, I can’t understand, Subaru.”

In his memories, Emilia berated him for his actions on that day over and over.

He felt agony as if pieces of his chest had been ripped off, and sadness bore down on him to crush him, but Subaru’s anger toward the girl glaring at him also surfaced.

He’d worked so hard. He’d helped her so much. He’d been hurt so much. What was wrong with hoping for a reward? What was wrong with wanting her to respond?

—If I don’t say it, you can’t understand? I could say the same to you.

Emilia hadn’t told him anything about the royal selection, discrimination, or her feelings on that day. She’d shunned Subaru, pushed him away from her goal, treated him like he was barely a side character.

Of course Subaru didn’t know anything about Emilia. She wouldn’t tell him anything.

He didn’t know how she had lived up until then, how she felt as she aimed for the royal throne, what she thought about the world seeing her as the Witch herself…

And as for what Emilia thought about Subaru, he didn’t want to know.

“—Kid. You all right? Hey!”

“…Eh?”

Subaru, realizing that Cadmon’s face was leaning in extremely close, recoiled with a start.

“Waah! Pops, don’t do that! Your face could kill someone like that, damn it!”

“That’s a horrible thing to say! You were staring into space again, just like earlier. You got some chronic illness?”

“W-well, if the passionate feelings burning in my chest are a disease, I might have been infected with something. It’s a feverish, nasty illness that seduces mankind, sometimes gently and sometimes severely…”

Cadmon, unable to keep up with Subaru’s joking attempt to hide his empty, wounded heart, shook his head.

“Yes, yes, you’re afflicted with poor character is what it is. Fine, let’s head back to the shop.”

Subaru, following him on the way back, came to realize that his entire body was drenched in a cold sweat. Perhaps it was due to the roiling emotions inside him, but each step felt very heavy.

His head drooped as Cadmon abruptly murmured, his back still turned, “And this might be sticking my nose in, but stop talking about the Witch out in the open. If anyone hears you, they’re not gonna be understanding…me included.”

It didn’t seem like an effort to revive the earlier debate. Sensing the seriousness in Cadmon’s voice, Subaru silently indicated his acceptance.

With such thorough prejudice, there was no telling whose ire he would earn by running his mouth. At the very least, he had no desire for any more trouble in the royal capital.

Cadmon ignored Subaru’s agreement and repeated himself for emphasis.

“—You never know who’s listening.”

As they cut through the throng and made their way back to the shop, the air between them seemed weighty somehow. Subaru hadn’t managed to sort through his feelings, and Cadmon seemed annoyed and embarrassed about the dispute. There was barely a word spoken between them as they returned to the shop.

However…

“Welcome back. The final customer was just departing.”

Cadmon’s mouth dropped open, and he stared agape at the sight of Rem exchanging merchandise for money and seeing off a customer with a polite bow.

Dumbfounded, he peered at the empty display cases on the counter. For a moment, perhaps he thought that he’d abandoned his shop, trusting it to Rem only to have her sell his merchandise at fire-sale prices, but the store’s till filled with coin showed that wasn’t true. In other words, she’d sold it all.

Cadmon sank to his knees, covering his face with his palms, his pride as a merchant apparently wounded.

“I-in that short time, you sold more than my shop normally sells in an entire day…”

With no regard for the store owner’s dignity, Rem smoothly slipped around the counter and rushed to Subaru’s side. She glanced expectantly toward the boy, and it seemed like an invisible tail was swaying behind her.

“How did I do, Subaru? I heard he helped you in the past, so I worked my very best to at least be of assistance. You can praise me if you like?”

The rare sight of Rem going, Praise me, praise me! made Subaru realize his heart felt just a little lighter.

“…You really are incredible, Rem.”

“I am. But Sister is even more incredible.”

Subaru forced a smile and, following Rem’s lead as she offered her head, gently petted it. He savored the totally familiar texture of her hair, and Rem’s throat let out a small sound from Subaru’s soft touch.

“I still don’t get how that logic of yours works, you know…”

Watching the interaction between the two from behind, Cadmon stroked his own scar with a finger and slumped his shoulders. He murmured, “I guess appearance does matter…”

The reason for his shop’s slow sales was now all too clear.

Sub-chapter 4.

“Interesting. So that’s why he gave mew these abbles for your troubles.”

Cat ears twitching, the speaker thrust a fork into a mountain of sliced red fruit and raised a juicy morsel to smiling lips with perfect grace.

Those short feline ears were the same color as the shoulder-length flaxen hair below them, and the white ribbon adorning those locks joined large, round, teasing eyes to complete the picture of a pretty girl—who was actually a boy.

Subaru replied, “Well, I already taste tested them, so all I had to do was hand them to the kitchen. Setting that aside, don’t give me sidelong glances and lick your lips. It’s giving me chills.”

No, knowing both his external appearance and his actual gender, the proper term was definitely pretty boy.

It was in between meals, some time prior to supper, and abbles had been brought in as a light snack. Cadmon had given them the fruit as a souvenir, looking both grateful and deeply burned at how Rem had broken his store’s sales record in a short span of time. She had returned to her quarters for a change of clothes, intending to rendezvous with him later in his room as the daily ritual during Subaru’s stay in the capital continued until suppertime.

Subaru remarked, “That said—man, returning to my room only to find a pretty boy sneaking into it ahead of me… I was careless for not leaving the door locked, but isn’t that, you know, impolite for a knight?”

“Aww, it’s fine, no, isn’t it? It’s just proof how much Ferri can relax around you. Besides, Lady Crusch could never see Ferri act so lazy, even by accident.”

The pretty boy—Ferris—flopped right down next to Subaru’s flank. As Subaru felt the bed bounce against his rear, Ferris looked up meaningfully from his position on his belly.

“Did your heart flutter just now?”

“It skipped a beat. I don’t think anything bad about you, but I just don’t have those kinds of interests at all. I like girls, as ordinary and regular as they come.” No matter how adorable he might look, the fact they were the same gender was a barrier that Subaru had no intention of crossing. He shook his head in exasperation at Ferris’s shocked expression. “In the first place, I have no idea what your reason is for being so relaxed around me. I mean, it’s not like I remember getting along especially well with you before. I’m not giving off some kind of pheromones I should be worried about, am I…?”

Ferris put his chin on his palms and responded blithely.

“Ah, that’s pretty simple, actually. It’s because there’s no doubt meowtsoever that you’re weaker than Ferri, Subawu. You’re a weakling, so no worries.”

Subaru blinked once and murmured, “You have a really bad personality, geez.”

“Wooow, what a surprise! Ferri was sooo sure mew were going to blow your lid there…”

“Hey, facts are facts. I’m not gonna get bent out of shape over that.”

Subaru had learned many times over just how feeble he was. Since being summoned from his own world, he’d had his powerlessness repeatedly pounded into him. If the day of the clash with Julius at the parade square was the greatest example in terms of quality, the number of times Wilhelm had smacked him to the ground there at the mansion provided quantity. Besides, that sense of powerlessness wasn’t particular to his new world, either.

The pain of his own frailty was something he’d experienced everywhere he had ever lived.

“Well, you can keep saying I’m weak, but how about you? I mean, since you’re a part of the Knights of the Royal Guard, you’ve probably been trained some, but…”

“Mm, me? Ferri doesn’t have any skill with a sword at all. Knights’ swords are heavy, so Ferri doesn’t carry one—just the dagger from Lady Crusch. Nothing good will come of waving it around, so Ferri doesn’t.”

Ferris’s cackling laugh and kicking feet embarrassed Subaru. The sight of the cat-eared boy so casually admitting his own shortcomings made his chest burn, plain and simple. His attitude—not thinking of weakness as a failure—was not one Subaru could dismiss so easily in his current state.

Ferris seemed to see right through the silent Subaru’s inner thoughts as he made an addendum.

“But Ferri has other redeeming features, mew know? That’s why being completely mewseless as a knight isn’t upsetting at all.”

“Good save. Well, if you accept it then that’s totally fine… Totally fine.”

Ferris’s confident declaration was no doubt built on a very strong foundation. Subaru, with no such footholds, averted his gaze in distinct discomfort.

Perhaps because Subaru turned his back doing so, Ferris sat up from where he lay on the bed and nestled into Subaru’s shoulder, letting it support his weight. Then he asked a question.

“Nervous?”

“On the first day I was, but not anymore. If you’re gonna do it, please, go ahead.”

“Boooooring.”

Pouting, Ferris sat Subaru up and put his hands on both of his shoulders. It was a shoulder rub posture, but Ferris held still in that position, silently closing his eyes.

—The warmth passing from Ferris’s palms began to circulate from Subaru’s shoulders into his whole body. The power of the water mana in his hands met the magical mechanism inside Subaru’s body called a gate, rising and flowing through it.

Ferris spoke again.

“Gently, slowly, softly. Ah, found a split end. It feels like you’ve been working unusually hard, Subawu. Ah, a gray hair, too. Yanking that…”

“Ow! And could you not babble when you’re working? All this mana sloshing around in my body feels pretty icky. If you aren’t careful, you’re gonna make me dizzy.”

His head felt a little heavy, and his limbs were sluggish. His body felt like it was reacting poorly to the attempted treatment.

Ferris was the preeminent water magic user in the royal capital—real name Felix Argyle. The reason Subaru was lodging at the Crusch villa was so that he could take advantage of the healing magic to heal his damaged gate.

The idea of healing via water magic might have called to mind something cool and refreshing, but in practice, it was nothing that simple. A gate was the means by which one used magic. The direct cause of the damage to Subaru’s gate was repeated overuse, as well as doping when his mana was depleted.

Thanks to that continual abuse, just bringing his gate back to a normal state required rather rough measures.

Subaru offered a comment.

“So this healing technique is like taking a hose that water only trickles out of, plugging the leak and pushing out all the mold and junk that’s built up inside…”

“What? From the way you’re speaking, it feels like mew aren’t very happy about this, meow?”

“I’m just beating myself up. Don’t worry about it. Ugh, this feels gross.”

Subaru shook his head, enduring the sensation while trying to placate Ferris, whose mood had worsened.

It was the third day he had been living at Crusch’s mansion—in other words, the third day of Ferris’s treatment—so perhaps he had begun to grow a little accustomed to that part, too. On the first day, he’d groaned out loud from the very start, unable to silently endure the urge to vomit.

It was Ferris’s turn to speak up.

“Well, that first day couldn’t be helped. Ferri had to pump this directly through the worst, ickiest part. That’s what happens when you’re a living corpse with wounds all over your mind and body, meow?”

“You don’t go halfway when you poke at uncomfortable stuff, do you?”

Subaru hated how Ferris, who should have been unable to see the look on his face, seemed able to read his thoughts through his body. One might say that the way he unflinchingly dug at Subaru’s scars was far craftier than how Reinhard unconsciously peeled the scabs off his heart without even realizing.

“Oh, Subawu, it feels like mew really are thinking of getting payback. The training you’re doing with Grandpa Wil isn’t unrelated to that, is it?”

“Can you stop jabbing at a guy where it hurts? I’m sure even you understand how I feel… Wait, do you?!”

“Of course. Ferri’s been like, ‘I wanna be strong!’ too… Well, Ferri’s given up on doing anything reckless like that, though.”

Ferris’s tone sounded slightly more serious as he used his pretty-boy speaking style to dance around the matter.

Subaru was a little surprised, sensing Ferris’s reaction contained his real feelings on the matter. Even someone as unflinching as that had had moments in the past when he was uncertain or lost. But eventually, he had realized his potential for magic and gave up the path of the warrior.

What about Subaru, then? Did he have anything he could boast of to others? And if he could find such a thing, would it be able to drive away the miserable aching in his chest…?

“Point being, you should give up on dark thoughts like getting payback, okay? It’s a little hard to say, but… If there is a next time, you might die, mew know?”

With a sulky look, Subaru closed one eye, his reply a barely spoken murmur.

“…Even I know that.”

The earlier battle with Julius had ended with Subaru being pummeled beyond description. And in spite of the pounding he had received, he understood that the knight had gone easy on him.

There was no other way to explain how he had been struck so many times yet had not suffered any lasting effects. That wasn’t due to Ferris’s skill as a healer alone. The difference between Subaru and Julius had simply been that overwhelming.

Fully aware of this, Subaru had asked Wilhelm to teach him. He wasn’t dreaming of becoming exponentially stronger in a mere several days of training. It was just…

“Can’t you just let yourself be lazy? Your body’s in bad shape, Subawu. No one would blame mew for sleeping the day away in recovery. Who would complain if mew take it easy and give your mind and body a rest?”

Ferris’s words came out in a rush, not giving Subaru any time to make excuses. The way he said it grated on Subaru’s nerves a little, but the message was extremely seductive given his current state of mind. For some reason, his heart wavered at that moment, though normally he would feel indignant. But…

The sound of a gentle voice pulled him back from his chaotic emotional state.

“—Master Felix, please do not toy with Subaru too much.”

Rem was standing at the doorway of the room with a neutral expression on her face. She had supposedly returned to her room for a change of clothes, but her outward appearance was not visibly different from when she had been sightseeing with Subaru in the royal capital.

Noticing the questioning rise of Subaru’s eyebrows, Rem grasped the hem of her skirt and twirled around as she said, “I changed out of my maid-uniform-for-errands into my maid-uniform-for-visiting.”

“R-right, is that so. You always seem to know what I’m thinking, Rem.”

“Yes. I always want you to see me fresh.”

“I’m happy you feel that way, but your phrasing makes you sound like fresh vegetables…”

Subaru answered Rem’s apparent request to evaluate her freshness, and the maid did not follow up. Rather, she shifted her gaze toward Ferris.

“I am grateful for the treatment you conduct for Subaru day after day. However, please desist from using that as an opportunity to lure him into temptation.”

Ferris made a suspicious-sounding laugh and nestled into Subaru’s back once more.

“‘Luring into temptation’ sounds so bad, meow. Ferri is only saying these things out of concern for his well-being.”

The flow of power from his palms, coursing in via Subaru’s shoulders, suddenly flooded through his back and into his entire body.

The influx of mana beyond Subaru’s capacity to bear distracted him for a moment.

However, a soft impact against his head brought his wandering mind fluttering back into place.

“Master Felix. Please give these pranks a rest. There are some things I cannot let pass as a joke.”

When Subaru gasped and regained his senses, white fabric covered his face. Straining his eyes, he realized that his face was pressed into a very familiar apron dress and that Rem was caressing his head.

“Hey, um, Rem, this is a little embarrassing to do in front of someone else…!”

Subaru tried to cover up his bashfulness with his usual jokes as Rem embraced him even tighter.

“Subaru, be quiet for a moment—Master Felix?”

Her tongue formed polite words, but they carried cold emotion.

Ferris traced little patterns on Subaru’s back like a child whose prank had been figured out.

“Oh. They did say you can use a few water arts, Rem. Guess that would make you object to what Ferri has been doing…”

“Hey, Ferris. Having a pretty boy do weird finger stuff like that doesn’t make me happy one little b… Er, wait, Rem? My head, ah, feels good, but don’t…hug…so…strong—l… Gyah!!”

“Ahh, Subaru, I’m so sorry. Master Felix just wouldn’t pull back… I thought, if someone was going to take you from me, it was better that I…”

“That statement’s going dangerous places!!”

Feeling like his skull was creaking, Subaru rolled to the floor to escape from both Ferris and Rem. He warily glared at the other two from the corner of the room, while Rem visibly lamented as she shook her head.

“Subaru, you poor thing. You’ve gone through quite an ordeal, haven’t you?”

“What you were saying at the end was the scariest of all, Rem! There’s a crazy little yandere in you, isn’t there?!”

Ignoring Subaru’s objections, Rem faced off against Ferris across the bed. She gazed emotionlessly as the cat boy twirled his finger around his flaxen hair with a mischievous expression.

“You have a reason to be angry, Rem, but it wasn’t all some scheme by Ferri, mew know? It was for Subawu’s sake, just a teeny widdle bit.”

“And everything besides that ‘little bit’?”

“The rest was for my friend’s feelings, and everything else was for Lady Crusch. That’s natural for a retainer, isn’t it? It’s no different for you, is it, Rem?”

“It is not. Accordingly, you must understand what my reply must be, Master Felix.”

Ferris must have sensed something in Rem’s stare, because he soon raised both hands in surrender.

“Okay, okaaaay. Ferri will stop using the treatment to brainwash him.”

“From here on, I shall be present for all treatments.”

“Meow, no trust at all. Well, that’s fine, really.”

Ferris glanced sideways at Subaru. When Rem shifted, as if protecting Subaru from that gaze, Ferris stretched up and looked down at him over Rem’s shoulder.

“So that’s enough lecturing from Rem for today. Our next date will be somewhere she won’t find us, meowkay?”

“I don’t remember dating you, and you just said ‘brainwash,’ didn’t you?! I’m not meeting up alone with a guy who’ll say something freaky like that!”

“Okay, okay, that sounds like a yes.”

“No doesn’t mean yes, geez!!”

Ferris, waving as if the matter were settled, hopped off the bed and stretched as he headed toward the door. He stopped right before putting his hand on the doorknob as he looked back.

“Rem.”

“Yes?”

“You might not believe this, but… The part about this being for Subaru’s sake, it wasn’t a complete lie, mew know?”

“…I…understand.”

Since Subaru was standing behind Rem, he couldn’t see her expression. But he sensed that her brief reply held just a slight bit of hesitation.

“Ah. Well, that’s good. Bye-bye, then!”

With a smile, Ferris gave his carefree salutation and finally left the guest room.

Subaru, feeling utterly exhausted for some reason, flopped down from the sudden rush of lethargy.

“I’m supposed to be getting treatment. Why do I have to feel this tired from it?”

“Are you all right, Subaru?”

“Mmm… I’m all right…I think. I don’t really get it, but you saved me from something?”

“That is unclear. Master Felix does not appear to hold any ill will toward you, so… I do not know the true motives behind his previous behavior.”

Seeing Rem ponder the matter, Subaru turned his head, perplexed.

“Errr, so what state was I in earlier, anyway?”

“Until just now, Master Felix was interfering with all the mana in your body, Subaru.”

“That so? Just figured healing required it. It’s not a good feeling, and it’s pretty awful, to be honest, but somehow I put up with it…”

“Having another person’s mana in you like that is the same as taking that person inside you. That made Master Felix’s words much easier for you to accept, you see.”

“The way you said that sounds pretty bad, you know?!”

Subaru stood up in a hurry, patting his body down to check things out.

“Am I all right? There’s nothing weird going on? My heart isn’t becoming more womanly or my speech having more feminine twists to it or something?!”

“It is all right, Subaru. You are quite splendid. I am always watching you, so please believe me.”

Subaru thought for a moment that he couldn’t allow the peculiarities of her statement, but instead, he let it roll over him as he patted his chest down in relief. He also gained a new appreciation for just what position he was in.

“Now that I think of it, this is, like, one of the enemy’s main headquarters. I’ve been relaxing and letting my guard down a lot, though…”

“Please be at ease. It is true that you are incorrigibly laid-back and slow to catch on, but I am keeping guard, so there is nothing for you to be concerned about.”

“You couldn’t leave out the ‘incorrigibly laid-back’ part?!”

That moment, the truth struck him clear as day. Just imagining how much Rem had been waging a one-woman war while he was idly whiling away his time made him want to run out the door.

“I’ll try to be a bit more careful from now on. Everyone here is an enemy, after all.”

“…An enemy, you say?”

He was trying to pull himself together after having been so focused on one thing. But in his determination, Subaru didn’t notice that Rem was murmuring something.

After ensuring his body was safe and sound, Subaru gazed at the magic crystal on a wall of the room to check the time.

“Oh, time’s a-wasting. How about you help me study until we get called for dinner, Professor Rem?”

Subaru headed to a desk in the room. The remaining abbles were on top of the desk, sitting alongside study material he had brought with him from Roswaal’s mansion.

In other words, it was study time for Subaru, who had not yet mastered the language of this other world.

“I really cannot get accustomed to being addressed like that.”

“Well, I think it’s all right, since you’re the one doing the teaching… If you don’t like it, I can stop, Professor.”

“No! Please continue! It is something you call only me by! So Subaru may not call anyone else that! If you do, I will be upset!”

“Well, if you’re gonna be like that, I’ll be relentless, too! Nggggh, you won’t outdo me…!”

Subaru chose an odd point to make a show of stubbornness, fiercely turning toward the table. Rem stood behind Subaru, watching him affectionately. But from time to time, she would stare into the distance, her mind wandering as her face showed faint signs of strain.

“Professor, I don’t understand this part very well…”

But all traces of that look vanished the instant she heard Subaru’s voice.

“Oh Subaru, you are helpless. You could not get anything done if I were not here with you. I would not mind if you demonstrated your gratitude from time to time…?”

Sub-chapter 5.

“Excellent timing. Subaru Natsuki, would you come with me for a while?”

Subaru had finished bathing and was on his way back to his room when someone addressed him in the lobby on the second floor of the Crusch residence. The long-haired woman was ascending the stairs and carrying a tray when she called out to him.

For a moment, he wasn’t sure who it was, since the outfit and aura she gave off were completely different from usual.

Subaru’s only reaction was to raise his brows.

“…Miss Crusch?”

“It is. Is there something odd about…? Ah, I see, this is the first time you have seen me in an outfit unrelated to my duties. I imagine it has startled you.”

Crusch seemed to realize what had unsettled him. The outfit she normally wore that resembled an army uniform was gone; in its place, she wore a nightgown with thin, dark fabric and a cape over the shoulders. Unlike the scrupulously buttoned-up military uniform, the nightgown showed off her very feminine physique with every step, greatly altering the aura she projected.

Subaru was averting his eyes, feeling vaguely embarrassed, but Crusch apparently hadn’t noticed. She continued, “Either way, it is fortunate that question has been resolved. To return to the original question, do you have some spare time? If it pleases you, I would like to have a drink with you this night.”

“…I don’t drink alcohol, though.”

“You may sip water if you wish. I do not intend to drink enough to become inebriated.”

Crusch smiled a little as she rose farther up the stairs. Subaru was a little thrown off but, finding no reason to court her displeasure, made a short run to catch up.

She led Subaru to a balcony on the third floor of the mansion. A white table and chairs had been placed in one corner of the terrace. Crusch sat down first and indicated the opposing chair with her gaze, so Subaru meekly complied.

“The breeze is very refreshing tonight. It’s the perfect weather, since I like to drink my liquor while watching the night sky.”

“I’m wondering why you invited me today, though. You could have invited Ferris or someone?”

“Of course, normally I would have Ferris with me… However, he must work late this evening.” Crusch must have been referring to Ferris’s work as a healer, in great demand even in the royal capital. Just as Ferris had done for Subaru in the evening, he treated numerous people on a daily basis. It was a packed schedule that made almost no allowance for free time. “Besides that, it’s good to exchange drinks with someone of a different rank and position once in a while.”

“I said it once already, but I don’t drink alcohol, you know?”

“You can simply add plenty of ice. You may even fill it with cold water if you wish. Now, then?”

The tray on the table had a pair of wineglasses on it. In one, she poured amber-colored alcohol; in the other, she poured clear water. Subaru accepted the water, reluctantly touching his glass to Crusch’s.

The light clink was accompanied by the sound of the ice shifting within it as Crusch narrowed her eyes.

“It seems you are anxious about a number of things, but please be at ease. I have not brought you here out of any desire to interrogate you. I swear that it is no such petty trick.”

“Ah, no… I wasn’t worried about that.”

“There is no need to try to hide it. I can see anxiety and doubt in the night breeze around you. As we belong to rival camps, I am actually relieved by your wariness. That way, I do not forget my own principles.”

Crusch made a show of enjoying her half-filled glass, savoring it with her red tongue. Subaru, desperate to wash away the sense that she could see right into his mind, poured the cold water down his throat.

“So these last few days, you’ve been pretty busy… Is it related to the royal selection?”

“—Ha-ha-ha! As soon as I tell you caution is unnecessary, you plunge straight into the heart of the matter. I certainly did not expect that. I do think that is exactly how rival camps should be, however.”

“Not knowing my place and not reading the mood are kind of my defining characteristics.”

“I would add spinning your own vices into virtues to the list. Certainly, it is the royal selection that has kept me occupied these last few days. It has added to Ferris’s and Wilhelm’s labors as well.”

Her wineglass held at an angle, Crusch spoke smoothly and in good humor. She seemed even more attractive than usual to Subaru’s eyes, so he shifted his attention to the courtyard, which was in sight of the balcony.

“And it’s related to all the stuff you’ve been hauling into the mansion and the people coming and going?”

“A sharper eye than I expected… Or rather, the scale was large enough that you could not fail to notice.” With no sign that her good mood was waning, Crusch loosened her lips and replied to Subaru’s question. “It’s not unrelated at all. My house is currently assembling all the men and materiel possible for a particular task. It may cause you and Rem some trouble in the coming days.”

“I feel like it’s us who are causing you a lot of trouble, but… What’s this particular task?”

“—Have you heard the details of how Wilhelm came to enter my service?”

After his question was answered with another question, Subaru couldn’t say anything. He understood only that the “particular task” Crusch had mentioned concerned Wilhelm—and that the details were not a topic he could broach without the old man’s permission.

“You are free to speculate… It seems I have said too much. Wilhelm might well scold me for this.”

“Wilhelm doesn’t look like someone who’d talk to his master like that, though…”

“He is a man without mercy. You should watch him instruct me in the sword at least once. He must think of our first meeting as a rather embarrassing one himself.”

Crusch made a wry smile, savoring the wine with the colorful tip of her tongue as she switched subjects. Subaru also sought a change in subject to reset his mind.

“So you have sword lessons every day, too, huh?”

“Surely you are not saying I should not wield one because I am merely a woman?”

Subaru instinctively responded with embarrassment, but Crusch winked at him.

“I jest. It is merely something I am accustomed to hearing since my youth—that the little Karsten princess is both a maiden as well as a crazed fencer. I was considered the fool of the duke’s house for my love of getting my hands dirty more than flowers.”

“…That’s pretty different from the rumors I’ve been hearing. In public, all the common folk are praising you, saying you’ll leave your mark on the kingdom’s history.”

“The people changed their appraisal when they learned of my exploits. The sudden shift was rather calculating of them in my opinion, but it is my own fault for not having produced results in all that time. I do not intend to blame lords for altering their public stances. As for the rumors in the city, I can only call them embarrassing.”

She was apparently a big enough person to accept whatever people said about her deeds, for good or ill. Crusch never averted her eyes from discussion about being “merely a woman.” Public opinion had dramatically changed because of her exploits—which jogged Subaru’s memory about something.

“So that famous first battle was what changed how everyone thought of you?”

“Mm…”

As Subaru pursued the topic, Crusch rested her lips on her wineglass as she let out a small sound. Her amber eyes narrowed.

“It is embarrassing.”

She turned her head with an uncharacteristic pout on her face. Subaru countered, “How can it be embarrassing? I heard demon beasts attacked your land, and you handled it great in your father’s place. That’s pretty cool for a first battle, isn’t it?”

“Of course not. Let me correct one misperception. I did not fell the demon beasts. I merely drove them off. I was a princess hastily and impudently taking command in place of her injured father.”

“But it worked, didn’t it?”

“Of course it did. I could not allow my first sortie to end in failure after I brushed aside my father’s objections. However, the problem is the extent of the results. To me, my naïveté at the time is a shame most difficult to bear.”

Her mood had not fallen, but Crusch wasn’t sugarcoating anything, either. She didn’t think it was worthy of heroic tales. The topic Subaru had chosen was, from her perspective, a sore point of sorts.

Thus, Crusch concluded the topic, shooting Subaru a jovial look.

“You are rather fond of needling people yourself. As expected of a political rival, I suppose?”

Subaru was completely unaware that he was such a person, but she’d given him no room to argue. He brought the ice-cold glass to his lips and tried to change the topic in an attempt to smooth over the awkwardness.

“S-so incidentally, what else has changed besides that?”

“—Let me see. Since word of the royal selection spread, the number of proposals has increased by leaps and bounds. Though such talk comes with the territory of being a duchess to begin with.”

“Pfft!”

Subaru spewed out water without thinking when his probing of a rival’s internal circumstances took an unexpected turn.

“P-proposals, as in, proposals for marriage?”

“I will soon be twenty years of age… Marrying then is not uncommon. It is awkward due to my gender and position, so I have deftly evaded such talk until now.”

“Ahh, the…duchess thing must really intimidate the men…”

“A rather blunt way to put it. But that is indeed the case. A few have come forward to take my hand, each trying to make me his, but… That was then, and this is now.”

Crusch closed her eyes as a larger sip of wine flowed across her tongue.

Her position as a royal candidate made her an especially pivotal person for the nation. No doubt there was a horde of potential suitors coming out of the woodwork who’d never made an attempt for her hand.

“Miss Crusch, you’re pretty optimistic about this proposal talk. Are you looking to get married?”

“I wonder. It is a topic I have pondered myself. If I were to marry someone, he might be of great assistance to me in many situations, including ascendance in the royal selection. But all the candidates are single women, so the conditions are the same for all. I suppose matters are slightly different for Priscilla Bariel, who is a widow.”

Hearing Crusch’s opinion, a wave of anxiety pressed against Subaru’s innards.

“I-I see… Everyone’s single. Similar conditions… Marriage, huh…”

Marrying someone of high status meant bringing that person into one’s political camp. If Crusch had received marriage proposals, the other candidates probably had, too.

Naturally, the same could be said for the young Emilia.

“Forgive me, Subaru Natsuki. I have been somewhat mean to you in revenge.”

“…Eh?”

Subaru, distracted by the possibility of Emilia marrying, was slow to react to the apology.

“All individuals chosen as candidates for the Dragonfriend Ceremony are forbidden to marry during the royal selection period. Nominally, it is because one should put the kingdom before the self, but in reality, it is more of a desperate measure to prevent marriage ties from exacerbating political conflict.”

“Th-then all these marriage proposals you’ve been getting?”

“I will assess them all after the royal selection is complete. Making the proposals beforehand rather than after the fact is more acceptable, I suppose. I will not make empty promises only to revoke them later, however.”

Subaru sighed with relief. If marriage arrangements were prohibited, there was no danger of Emilia being married off to someone behind his back.

“But one can hammer out all the details while leaving the actual marriage for later.”

Subaru sullenly complained, “…Miss Crusch, do you enjoy toying with the hearts of men?”

“You prodded at my own source of shame first. The least I could do was to return the favor.” Crusch tilted her glass without a single hint of guilt. “Besides, people are usually too conscious about differences in rank to be honest with their own hearts. I have a rather deep interest in how such affairs will be settled.”

“Worry about your own love life before someone else’s, sheesh. If you’re pushing twenty, you must have one?”

Since she’d been toying with him, Subaru tried to counterattack, but the reply he received was unexpected.

“Unfortunately, having been born a Karsten means I cannot hope for freedom in marriage. I am still a woman, however much I may deviate from the conventional norms.”

In contrast to Subaru’s romantic fantasies, Crusch had already given up on her own freedom to decide her relationships. It was a natural view of marriage in a world where status and family determined partners regardless of personal interest.

As Crusch’s eyes gazed at the melting ice in her glass, they quietly held unshakable will and resolve. Subaru took his time trying to form a rebuttal, but he was unable to speak a word.

With the night breeze blowing across the balcony, Crusch ran a hand through her fluttering hair.

She had pale skin. Almond eyes. Beautiful green hair, and a profile filled with such beauty and elegance as to shake others to the core. As much as she said that she deviated from the norm, Crusch was a beautiful woman. That fact did nothing to detract from the sublime nobility of her beliefs.

Unable to bear the silence, Subaru chose a topic that might have been overly vague.

“Miss Crusch… What do you think of the royal selection?”

“Mm,” she began in response, closing her eyes as she thought it over. “I spoke of it at the royal selection conference, but I harbor misgivings about the state of this country.”

“…You did say that, yeah.”

“If I take the throne, my policies will be as I stated. In spite of that, the Dragon Tablet selected me as a candidate, someone who would surely reject the Covenant. This is either the Dragon’s will or that of some divine being. Do you not think so, Subaru Natsuki?”

As Crusch posed her question, Subaru fell silent. Since he was unable to immediately give her a reply, she continued.

“I do not overestimate or underestimate my own abilities and position. Reputation comes not from within but from others. That is especially so for one who rose to the status of candidate as I did, judged by those who thought nothing of me. It’s not how I have lived until now that should be judged but how I live from now on.”

“It sounds like you want to make people pay for judging you like that.”

“Quite the contrary. Reputation is something granted by others, but I believe it should be granted after the fact, not before. If someone has a certain level of ability, judge her once you have seen the results. And yet the Dragon Tablet brought me, one convinced of these things, within reach of the throne… Perhaps that was a smart thing to do.”

Crusch’s amber eyes narrowed slightly as they gazed at the ice in her glass. Subaru couldn’t think of a response. He felt like she viewed the world in a very different way than he did.

Unable to bear his silence, Subaru tossed the ice in his glass into his mouth and crunched it down.

Just as he tried to use the sound of crushing ice to break the silence, a scornful voice suddenly interrupted him.

“Aaah! Why is Subawu here with mew, meow?!”

In the direction of the cry, he could see Ferris rushing onto the balcony, his shoulders heaving. He hurried to the table and banged a hand on it, shaking the glass bottles as Crusch thanked him for his labors.

“Thank you for your hard work, Ferris. I’m sorry, I thought you would be back much later, so I had a drink with Subaru Natsuki as an appetizer.”

“Did you just call me an appetizer?!”

“Goodness, Ferri can’t leave you alone for one second, meow! Ah? And Lady Crusch, you’ve had much more wine than mewsual, haven’t mew?!” Ferris looked at how much liquid remained in the bottle as he spoke. “Being all friendly with Subawu… Having such a fun conversation… Aaaagh, so jealous!”

“It is true I’ve enjoyed more wine than usual. He is a rare conversation partner, and we leaped from topic to topic. Some of it was rather embarrassing, however.”

“People are gonna get the wrong idea if you put it like that!”

“Grrrrr! What is this?! And Lady Crusch, you’re wearing such a defenseless outfit!!”

When Ferris pointed it out, Crusch looked down at her mere nightgown. She inclined her head slightly, raising her glass a little.

“What of it? Do I not always dress like this when I have drinks with you in the evening, Ferris?”

“That! Is! The! Problem! Mew can’t compare your time with Ferri to a ravenous beast of a man like this! Men are wolves, meow!”

As Ferris admonished Crusch like an aggrieved parent, Subaru yelled back.

“Hey, don’t single me out here! You’re a man, too, aren’t you?!”

Subaru had not forgotten about how Ferris’s gender had thrown his heart for a loop.

“That’s because Ferri would never cast a lascivious gaze upon Lady Crusch! But the way Subaru wanders this way and that, he can’t be trusted, meow.”

“That’s enough toying around, Ferris. All at the royal selection conference know who Subaru Natsuki cares for. He would not set his sights upon a woman as lacking in charm as myself.”

When Crusch eyed Subaru in search of agreement, he hesitated for a moment.

“Err… Well, that’s true…I suppose?”

Ferris instantly cut in.

“Haahh? What? You’re disappointed with Lady Crusch in some way…? Do you want Ferri to kill mew?”

“Why do I need your approval for my answers?!”

Crusch interrupted.

“Wait. Why did a wind of hesitation and deception flow from your direction just now…? What does this…? Ah, I see. You have Rem as well. Certainly my words were not adequate.”

“And now she really has the wrong idea!”

Crusch wore a very accepting expression while Ferris glared frostily at Subaru. The conclusion she had come to was trouble enough, but the usually adorable cat boy was quite intimidating when his expression was serious.

Subaru desperately tried to explain and clear up the misunderstanding as the night breeze again washed over the three on the balcony.

In front of Subaru, who was taking little sips of his water, Crusch and Ferris filled their glasses to the brim with wine. As he watched them, he abruptly voiced something that had been nagging at him.

“You two get along really well. Been with each other a long time?”

“Hmph. Continuing to gather intelligence on the enemy?” Ferris asked.

“Not at all. You just look so close, I wanted to come out and ask.”

Ferris sat alongside Crusch, glancing at his master while enjoying the same wine. Subaru didn’t think feelings that ran as deep as Ferris’s were formed in a short period of time.

“You are right. Ferris and I have been together for a long time… Ten years now, is it?”

“Ten years, one hundred twenty-two days, six hours. Give or take, meow.”

“That’s so specific it’s scary, you know.”

Ferris glared at him. Subaru regretted his comment as the pretty boy put a hand to his own cheek.

“Even now, Ferri can’t forget that first glimpse of Lady Crusch. It’s engraved in my meowmery. Since that day, Ferri has been Lady Crusch’s eternal servant.”

Crusch commented, “You make too much of it, Ferris. I did no more than what was required of me. The fact that doing so earned me your loyalty is what I would call the most fortuitous event of my life.”

There was no distance between them. From a simple crossing of paths, they had become so incredibly close. Their relationship as master and servant surely made them the pair with the strongest foundation out of everyone vying for the royal throne.

“We get along fabulously, right? Unlike some other pairs I could meowntion?” Ferris said.

“—!”

“Goodness, Subawu, you’re too easy to see through!”

Ferris smiled, having bluntly revealed the thoughts currently rising to the surface in the back of Subaru’s mind. His cheek twitched as he glared at Ferris, but the feline eyes watched him innocently as their owner tilted his wineglass.

Crusch took up the topic instead, closing one eye and giving Subaru a stern look.

“I presume that what has brought you to a standstill is your relationship with Emilia as lord and vassal.” Crusch drew her chin in a little, gently licking her alcohol-drenched lips. “You cannot use my relationship with Ferris as a reference for resolving that stalemate. The issues between Ferris and me were resolved an entire decade ago.”

“…My ‘stalemate’?”

“Perhaps I should call it a rite of passage… Something that must be overcome by people before they can become lord and vassal in a true sense. Now that I think of it, right after Ferris decided to serve me, he explored what he could do through pure trial and error.”

Like a child being teased, Ferris’s face turned red at having his past abruptly revealed.

“W-wait, Lady Crusch! Please don’t talk ameowt that. It’s embarrassing!”

Crusch watched Ferris and shook her head.

“It is nothing to blush over. How could the sight of one doing his best to locate his place and appropriately serve another be shameful? Impressed by your resolve, I went to equal lengths to be a master who would not bring you disgrace. Even now, I do not know if I have achieved such a thing.”

“Ferri will never harbor dissatisfaction toward his lady Crusch, not in an entire lifetime!”

“You spoil me. You would say the same thing if I spent all my days in complete idleness. This is why I must have a strong character: to resist the temptations of depravity.”

It was a very humble-sounding statement, and Crusch seemed to be earnestly speaking from the bottom of her own heart. Ferris sent her an even more passionate look, but Subaru simply wanted to run away.

Seeing their relationship, and the absolute, unshakable trust between them, tore at his heart.

Crusch said to Subaru in a sharp voice, “—Do not lower your eyes, Subaru Natsuki.”

“…Eh?”

“If your eyes become clouded, your soul will go astray. That will mean your future is closed and you have lost your purpose for living.”

“—”

“When you follow your own sense of justice, you can do any number of things if you just look at the ground. Lift your face, look forward, reach out your hand. Even when doing something for others, you must be able to see them for your feelings to get across.”

Subaru’s throat caught. Every drop of blood in his body froze. For a moment, Crusch’s words drove a nail into his heart.

Still, she didn’t look at the frozen boy, but at the wine in her inclined glass.

Subaru wondered: if those eyes pierced him at that very moment, what would have happened?

—Perhaps, at that instant, he would have fallen on his hands and knees without a single moment’s hesitation.

Subaru was not only surprised at her seeing right through him, but he also had to take his hat off to her skill as a great stateswoman. Still, he was able to avoid kneeling before her because Ferris was the first to respond to her words.

“Ahh, Lady Crusch… I swear again to exhaust my life in service of my master.”

“Then I can only respond to your loyalty with the entirety of my spirit— Subaru Natsuki, strive to do nothing that would diminish yourself. I do not want to think of you as an insignificant foe.”

Ferris’s loyalty, Crusch’s nobility—both stirred Subaru’s heart deeply. He wet his parched tongue, failing to form words several times before he managed to speak.

“Lending an enemy a hand, huh… It’s awfully nice of you to give your opponents a fighting chance.”

“This matter is important enough to decide the future of the entire nation. This may be highly impudent of me to say, but if I must struggle for the throne, I wish for it to be against worthy rivals. A crown earned by defeating weaklings will do nothing to impress the lords of the land.”

“…Wanting strong opponents means you’re confident about beating them, huh?”

“I have no such confidence whatsoever. What I have is will, and I have poured effort into achieving optimal results so that I can do what I must. Furthermore, I hope that my rivals do the same.”

This was the individual named Crusch Karsten, her every thought humble until the bitter end.

Having exchanged drinks with her like this, the impressions he held of her—“sincere,” “high-class”—changed. This was a woman like a sword, fierce as a firestorm, pitiless as a naked blade.

Ferris relaxed his voice, clapping his hands together as he dissolved the tense atmosphere.

“Somemeow, the conversation became so formal. Let’s unwind now.”

Bathed in a cool breeze, Subaru realized that his brow was covered with sweat.

Crusch replied, “I am sorry for speaking so stiffly. I mustn’t get carried away with entertainment or my drinks.”

“No, no, mew needn’t apologize for anything, Lady Crusch! Subawu understands what he needs to do meow.”

Ferris’s words, summarizing the earlier conversation, sounded very hollow to Subaru’s ears.

“What I…need to do now…?”

Surely he understands had been the implication, but Subaru couldn’t put his finger on it. The only things he’d picked up during the evening spent over drinks were that Crusch and Ferris shared an unshakable bond and that he was small and confused.

Subaru didn’t see anything about what was to come or what he needed to do.

Yet in spite of that, what could Subaru tell them that he now understood?

“—”

“As far as Ferri is concerned, having Lady Emilia and Subawu all split up is kinda fun, but that’s not what Lady Crusch wants at all. Sooooo you need to make up with Lady Emilia as soon as meowssible. And do what mew can do to make that happen.”

“What I can do?”

Could he really accomplish anything, worn to the bone as he was?

“Yes. A long time ago, back when Ferri became Lady Crusch’s knight, he thought very, very hard about what he could accomplish.”

Ferris put a hand to his chest as he returned to that time in his memories. Crusch’s lips slackened slightly as she glanced over at him like that. For a moment, Subaru heart beat faster in his chest.

—Something only Subaru Natsuki could do?

He realized it, as if it had come down to him like a revelation from the heavens itself.

“There…is something I can do.”

Both of the others glanced at him as he continued, “There’s something only I can do—Yeah, that’s right. No one should’ve had to tell me that.”

Now he knew. No, he’d always known.

He’d been reminded when he had been on the verge of forgetting.

Truly, Crusch and Ferris were benevolent people. They were providing aid to the enemy with everything they had, like the famous Kenshin Uesugi.

—They had reminded Subaru of exactly what he could do for Emilia’s sake.

“Yeah… I have something. I’ve always had it.”

It had nothing to do with power, or knowledge, or rank, or status. It didn’t need to.

For, just as Ferris had said, Subaru possessed a single, ultimate weapon.

It had been in him from the beginning. But everything that had happened to him had shoved it into a dark corner of his mind.

Images of Julius, Reinhard, and Emilia came to him, one after another. All of them looked at Subaru with contempt sharp enough to cut his soul.

—These were the people Subaru Natsuki had to prove himself to.

“I just need a chance. If I can get that… I can make all my problems go away.”

Subaru felt like a dark cloud had lifted as doubt left his heart and he gained confidence in its place.

He clenched a strong, tight fist, picturing a silver-haired girl in the back of his mind.

Crusch gently turned her wineglass around in her hand as she murmured offhandedly.

“The wind blows stronger. It would seem tomorrow’s weather will be somewhat stormy.”

Then, with a small sound, the melting ice cube within her glass neatly split in two.

CHATER Sub-chapter 2.

EVENTS IN MOTION, AND REM’S DECISION

Sub-chapter 1.

The tip of the wooden sword made contact with Subaru’s forehead. The next instant, centrifugal force immediately blew him away. He felt like the sky and the ground had been swapped as he wrapped his arms around himself, cushioning the blow as he made a well-formed roll. Having neutralized the damage from the tumble, he proudly licked his lips at his own mastery.

“Geh, there’s dirt on it. Ptoo, ptoo, ptoo. Tastes like grass. Ptoo, ptoo!”

“Shall we bring this to an end?”

“Surely you jest. You saw my expert falling technique, didn’t you? My genius has finally blossomed!”

Saying the words almost broke Subaru’s heart. He had mastered the skill in the course of being pounded day after day.

The boy had sparred with Wilhelm every day during his stay at the Crusch villa. He still couldn’t land even one attack, but his ability to improve his falling technique suggested that Wilhelm wasn’t simply smacking him around without a purpose.

The older man presented a rebuttal, though.

“However, it is a useless technique for a duel with real swords.”

“You didn’t need to point that out!! The pine tree of my heart has a lot of cracks right now!!”

Certainly, in a bout that could end in a single sword stroke, a martial arts skill for properly receiving a blow and falling was not very useful. Improving a skill used solely for practicing was a misplaced priority, but it was still well worth it during sword training.

“I must say, you seem to be more spirited this morning somehow.”

“Last night, I had a little discussion with Miss Crusch about my concerns— Thanks to that, all my hesitation’s disappeared. I feel pretty good at the moment.”

“In a book I read yesterday, a character who was only beginning to become accustomed to the battlefield spoke much like you are now. He lost his life because he took his fight for granted, Sir Subaru.”

“So there’s death flags even in other worlds?!”

Apparently even in a small corner across the cosmos, there were lines that marked you for death, just like back home.

But Subaru had been anxiously awaiting Wilhelm’s words of concern.

The older man raised his eyebrows in a questioning expression.

“Sir Subaru?”

A smile came over the boy as he shook his head.

“…Nothing. Really, nothing at all.”

—At that moment, “the field of battle” and “death” were things he could welcome with open arms. Those were opportunities for Subaru Natsuki to establish his worth in an undeniable way.

“So much waste.”

“Ugah!”

When sword practice resumed, Wilhelm exploited the opening created by Subaru’s wandering thoughts, using a minimal motion to strike with his sword. He took advantage of all the boy’s excess power and unnecessary momentum and easily sent Subaru’s body dancing into the air with no visible power behind the sword attack.

“I can handle this!”

Subaru, desperate to keep from falling on his head and causing serious damage, instantly shifted his head and curled up, adopting an ironclad fall-breaking posture that could let him land anywhere without major injury. However…

“Do you really think that is the last of it?”

With one smooth motion, Wilhelm inserted his wooden sword through a gap in Subaru’s curled-up limbs, wrecking his posture. The boy’s arms and legs spread out wide, and unable to grasp what was happening, he slammed into the ground, limbs splayed.

“Gyah!”

Subaru rubbed his still-smarting nose and shot an objecting glare at Wilhelm. His sword-fighting tutor responded by thrusting his wooden weapon straight down into the grass. Subaru’s breath caught in his throat under the calm gaze.

“Adopting a position to break your fall and prepare for whatever might come next is the first meaningful progress you have made. But more important, I refuse to accept the premise of teaching you to fight in a manner that assumes defeat from the very beginning.”

“Uhh…”

“If I may, before teaching you how to swing a sword and techniques to break a fall, I shall tell you how to prepare in a more fundamental manner.”

As Subaru grunted, showing Wilhelm had hit the mark, the tutor raised a finger.

“—If you have decided to fight, fight with all your body and soul. Forget all pretty words that lead to defeat. Hunger and thirst for victory using any means necessary. If you can still stand, if you can still move a single finger, if your fangs have not yet been broken, stand. Stand. Get up, get up, and attack. So long as you live, fight. Fight, fight, fight!”

“”

“That is what it means to do battle.”

Wilhelm’s visible pause lifted the tense air that had come to dominate the courtyard. Only then did Subaru realize just how loudly his own heart had been beating. At the same time, each deafening throb drove home the fact that he was alive.

—Living had never felt better.

The feelings that had made him welcome the prospect of death until mere moments before had suddenly flown away.

The instant Wilhelm began to speak of preparing for battle, the air around him completely changed. He might have looked like a mild-mannered gentleman, but Subaru felt a sword-wielding demon within him. Perhaps that was the true nature behind the old man named Wilhelm.

The one who wielded such strength that he was employed as the personal sword instructor of Crusch Karsten, favorite to win the royal election—the aged swordsman, Wilhelm Trias.

“So fight to win, even if you know…you’re gonna lose… It’s a little inconsistent, but I understand what you mean. It’s not logic; it’s a matter of emotion. Then…”

Subaru, still in awe of the elderly man, felt the fighting spirit in him rekindled as he replied.

I can handle this, said his stubbornness.

He couldn’t let that breakthrough to his doubts, that ray of hope come apart in such a short time.

The feelings of Subaru Natsuki were not that cheap. He couldn’t let them be.

“—If I can do that, can I get a little stronger?”

“That is a different matter. The desire to be stronger and actually doing so are separate matters altogether.”

“So now you deny me?! Don’t you think saying yes would make for a more beautiful tale?!”

“…I have learned the cruelty of lies through bitter experience. I could not forgive myself for telling one.”

Subaru did not notice how the other man’s eyes momentarily fell as he spoke.

“I believe sometimes the truth is crueler than a lie, just so you know…”

Subaru felt like Wilhelm was dodging the question, so he re-gripped his wooden sword and abruptly murmured, “Do you see any sword talent inside me?”

“From where I stand, unfortunately, you have none. Your aptitude for the blade goes no further than the common man’s—the same place as mine.”

The strained, self-deprecating smile that came over Wilhelm made Subaru raise an eyebrow in surprise.

“That’s pretty humble coming from you, saying you have no talent with a sword.”

“It is the truth. I have no gift for it. If I did, I surely would not have had to wield one nearly as much. Therefore, it is possible for you to arrive at the same level as I.”

“…Incidentally, how long would I have to work at it?”

“Nothing so great. You would only need to devote half your natural life to it.”

“Only, he says.”

It was often said that continually striving to improve was true talent. In actuality, even with Wilhelm telling him that he could arrive at the same level, Subaru couldn’t fathom the drive to devote as much time to the sword as the old man, or a reason to do so.

In the first place, the reason Subaru had Wilhelm teach him like this was—

“I thought, like, pouring myself into the sword without worldly thoughts might let me find enlightenment for the first time…”

“I wonder now. Whatever you might grasp will not make you suddenly stronger, after all, and I do not think a clear mind or lack thereof determines who will win and who will fall in the end.”

Wilhelm drily conveyed his opinion. “Besides,” he continued, “if I must say so, I have rarely wielded my blade with a clear mind. Particularly when I first began, I had very few thoughts about the way of the sword.”

“So what did you think of?”

“My wife, and my wife alone.”

“Sheesh, Wilhelm! Sometimes you really go on about that wife of yours.”

Subaru remembered how he had spoken of his beloved wife when they had first met, but Wilhelm had also praised his bride to high heaven during Subaru’s stay at the mansion. It must have been a harmonious marriage.

Seeing Subaru break out in a strained smile at the latest episode of this behavior, Wilhelm rubbed his chin.

“Someday, you will reach a point where such preparedness is necessary to become stronger. Well, it’s nothing you need to worry about at present, Sir Subaru.”

“What do you mean?”

Subaru tilted his head slightly. Wilhelm shook his head a tiny bit at the gesture.

“I simply mean that there is little point in lecturing someone about what it takes to become stronger when he has already abandoned the choice to do so.”

“—”

For a moment, Subaru’s face froze over, unable to comprehend what he was being told. However, the breakdown was momentary. He immediately shrugged, as if dismissing it as a joke.

“Hey now, what are you saying all of a sudden, Wilhelm? I’m as surprised as a burglar who gets stopped before he actually steals anything. I’ve done what now?”

“If you are aware of it yourself, it would be inelegant to speak further of it. I have said what I wished to say. It would have been difficult to tell you had I let this opportunity slip by.”

Wilhelm, speaking as if he understood everything, left no room for Subaru to pursue the matter.

Unease smoldered in Subaru’s chest. Wilhelm’s words had left him with an undeniable sense of nervousness. And Wilhelm could tell exactly what that feeling meant.

Instantly, that truth tore unbearably and mercilessly at the boy’s heart.

Subaru, sweating in the throes of a phantom chill, raised his head when Wilhelm looked toward the mansion and spoke.

“Sir Subaru. It seems that this morning’s practice is at an end.”

“—Ah?”

When Subaru followed his gaze, he noticed a small silhouette racing into the courtyard—Rem.

Normally, she was not one to show emotion on her face, but he could see a sense of quiet tension on her as she ran.

Had something…happened?

For Subaru, at that moment in time, it was fortuitous salvation, a golden opportunity to forget his conversation with Wilhelm. He looked at Rem’s haste and agitation with relief.

Or maybe that was because Subaru had suspected where things had been headed.

“Subaru— We need to talk.”

When Rem stood right before him, her serious expression made his heart tremble.

—But Subaru would never speak to another about the anticipation he felt in that moment.

Sub-chapter 2.

Lady Crusch, waiting in the reception room, gave a knowing nod as she saw Subaru approach.

“It would appear that you have already heard.”

Crusch and Ferris were together in the reception room, waiting for Subaru and Rem as master and vassal. Subaru, last to enter the room, couldn’t deny he felt late to the party as he shook his head a little.

“I haven’t heard the details yet. Seems like Rem only has a vague idea, too.”

When Subaru’s eyes shifted to indicate Rem beside him, she dipped her head with a tense expression and said, “What I have felt is only a result of the consciousness I share with Sister. Sister’s clairvoyance would be able to gather more details about the situation, but…”

Rem lowered her eyes as her words trailed off, looking dismayed at her own powerlessness.

Rem’s reply caused Crusch to exhale in apparent admiration.

“Shared consciousness—I have heard of this, that close relations from a select few humanoid species, such as twins and blood relatives, can understand each other’s thoughts without requiring words… And you can do this from the royal capital to a place as far removed as the Mathers dominion?”

“As already stated, it is a vague thing. Powerful emotions and words that one wishes to convey very strongly can be related. However…”

As Crusch sat, Ferris adopted a casual posture behind her, his kitty ears quivering.

“From how mew put that, mew must have felt something pretty unsettling over that telepathy, right?”

Subaru, put off by Ferris’s demeanor, shifted to stand in front of Rem.

“Don’t keep us in suspense here. If you know anything about this, say something. Don’t just leave Rem twisting in the wind like that. Spill the beans already.”

“Ooh, mew don’t like me now? Besides, intelligence doesn’t come for free. You’re just a patient and a guest, Subawu. Why should we tell you anything?”

“You…!”

Properly speaking, Ferris was right. Even if he was a guest on the surface, Subaru’s position was that of a patient and an outsider. He could insist it concerned him all he liked, but since he was part of a political faction, only a fool would toss him a bone just because he’d begged for it.

But as Subaru cursed his own shallowness, it was Crusch who rebuked Ferris.

“Ferris. Do not be unkind. There is no reason for you to play the villain here. All toying with Subaru Natsuki will earn you is an angry glare from Rem.”

“Fiiiine.”

Crusch, still seated alone on the sofa, motioned for Subaru to sit in the chair opposite her.

“Self-reflection leads to personal progress. But that depends on the time and situation. I would like to prioritize trading opinions here and now. How about it?”

“…Sure thing. Hate to take a free ride, but I really want to hear what you have to say.”

Subaru accepted her offer and sat with Rem standing at his side.

Crusch began.

“In the Mathers dominion—that is, in the fiefdom of Marquis Roswaal—dangerous activities have apparently been reported around his manor. Part of the domain has already been placed under lockdown at the marquis’s command.”

Subaru’s brows rose at the unsettling language.

“Dangerous activities? Lockdown?”

The fact Rem’s telepathic connection had been triggered had prepared him for bad news, but even hearing the details made unease churn within him.

“We do not actually know what is occurring within the Mathers dominion. But I can hazard a guess, given that the marquis’s support for Emilia—in other words, a half-elf—as a royal candidate has come to light.”

“What, you mean the serfs are on stri— They’re complaining left and right?”

When Subaru voiced the first misgivings that came to mind, Crusch easily agreed with them.

“That is quite possible, of course. The infamy of the Witch of Jealousy makes prejudice against half-elves a battle she cannot avoid.”

Once again, Subaru couldn’t allow the circumstances of her birth to be her shackles. He was growing to hate the faceless mob that talked trash about Emilia without knowing anything about her as a person.

“Your rage is surely misplaced. She chose this path, knowing what she would face.”

“Misplaced? You mean me or those people? …So what, they’re kicking up trouble in Roswaal’s fiefdom for a stupid reason like that? Are these little brush fires that’ll burn out, or is it going to turn into a massive firestorm?”

“Setting aside whether the reasons are petty or not, the summary is sound. This also explains Rem’s telepathic reaction.” Crusch turned to Rem as she spoke, drawing all eyes to the previously silent girl.

“The feelings I am picking up from Sister are partly unease and largely…anger. I believe she did not mean to convey these things but did so subconsciously.”

“Do these shared sensations between you occur with great frequency?”

“No, it is quite rare. We are always controlling our thoughts to a certain extent. I believe that in this case, Sister transferred these things to me in spite of self-restraint.”

When Rem reached the latter half of her explanation, she could not conceal the anxiety coloring her words. It was not an exaggeration to say that Ram had the most mental strength of anyone at Roswaal Manor. A crisis that could shake even her restraint was clearly no small matter.

And yet, beyond what Ram had let slip telepathically, she had made no effort to call for Rem’s aid.

Subaru murmured to himself alone as his conclusion burned him up inside.

“It’s like she’s…trying to keep us from getting involved…”

The only explanation he could come up with was that Ram had told Rem of the danger over their mutual link without calling her sister back, because she intended to convey that information to Rem…and avoid letting Subaru know.

—Did she want to keep Subaru out of her problems to that extent?

“But she’s in trouble, isn’t she…?”

The situation was bad enough that it had reached Crusch’s ears, there camped in the capital.

As was typical, there were few that Emilia could count on, and she had enemies numbering beyond reason. In such circumstances, who would take her side without some kind of ulterior motive?

The answer was no one. After all, there was nobody currently at her side who would be her staunch ally.

She had left behind the one who would have.

No doubt, when Emilia realized that, she would regret what she had done. That was why—

Subaru lifted his head and murmured with determination, “I’ve…got to go save her, don’t I?”

This time, all gazes fell upon him. Crusch raised one eyebrow, and Ferris softly closed his teasing lips. Then Rem tugged on Subaru’s sleeve with a nervous look.

“N-no, Subaru, you mustn’t…!”

The anxiety and mournful pleading in Rem’s eyes startled him.

She continued, “You must do as Lady Emilia and Master Roswaal have told you and concentrate on your own treatment. I, personally, agree with them. You must focus on healing your body for the time be—”

“If I do that, stuff will happen that can never be undone. Rem, it’s like that time back when we talked before going into the demon beast forest. We’ve…got to do something.”

“…!”

Rem’s expression stiffened in pain at Subaru’s words.

They had spoken like this in the past, just before entering the demon beast forest to rescue the abducted children. Subaru had said the same things to Rem when she’d tried to stop him.

Those actions had consequences. As a result of his decision, the children had been rescued safe and sound. That was why Rem knew very well what was behind Subaru’s resolve now.

Keeping Rem at bay as she clung to him, he shifted to look straight at Crusch, seated before him.

“It’s as you heard, Crusch. Rem and I will go back to the ma… To where Emilia is. Until things are settled, I’ll have to put off the treatm—”

Subaru was delivering his verdict as a member of his political camp when Crusch curtly interrupted him by calling out his name.

“Subaru Natsuki.”

Subaru’s breath caught under Crusch’s penetrating gaze. His heart beat much harder; he had the sinking feeling that he’d forgotten who he was dealing with. Then she coldly stated…

“—If you leave this place, it means that you have become my enemy.”

Subaru felt those words as keenly as a blade slicing into his flesh.

Then, when the meaning began to dawn on him, like a laceration just beginning to ache…

“Wh-what do you mean by…?”

“Let me correct your misunderstanding. My treatment of you as a guest and Ferris’s healing you is the result of a contract.”

“Contract…?”

“Yes, a contract for your care between Emilia and me. My house has received collateral in exchange for treating you as a guest. However…”

As her words trailed off, Crusch put a hand to her chest to indicate herself.

“The circumstances before the royal selection, when the contract was formed, and now are different. Now that we are publicly political enemies, I must take great care in any negotiation with Emilia’s camp. It is the same for the contract governing your treatment. If there is any violation of its terms, I have no obligation to uphold an agreement formed before the commencement of the royal selection now that it has begun in earnest.”

To Subaru’s ears, the word contract that she kept repeating sounded like promise. It sat very poorly in his chest, mingling with his memories of parting ways with Emilia.

Crusch pressed on.

“In these circumstances, your departing from my residence would be a violation, a unilateral abridging of the contract midway. After all, though there is no enmity attached, Emilia and I are enemies.”

Subaru’s mind couldn’t catch up with Crusch’s blunt declaration of war.

He understood that the duchess and her people were “enemies” on paper. He’d barely finished saying to Rem that he was sorry for leaving himself defenseless in the manor and would adopt the right mindset going forward. And yet, Subaru had yet to fully grasp what that meant.

The person standing before him was the greatest enemy standing in his and Emilia’s way.

“I did have it all wrong… I thought for a little bit that we might be able to be friends or something.”

“—”

“That was just dumb talk over drinks. ‘If you can do something, do it…’? I was a fool to take an enemy’s words at face value. I’m being petty. Tripping up your opponent is the right thing to do.”

The same hazy sense of alienation that he’d felt at the royal selection conference seeped into his chest.

Subaru saw his memory of their conversation over drinks the night before in a new light and felt betrayed, since it was Crusch herself who had told him to do whatever he could.

To stand in his way despite those words: Was that not a betrayal?

Ferris, silent to that point, spoke as if he couldn’t stand to watch.

“…Don’t misunderstand, meow!” His sharp look made Subaru bite his tongue and swallow his words. “Lady Crusch isn’t acting out of malice but kindness. It wouldn’t hurt her at all if mew left to return and try to help Lady Emilia—”

Crusch interrupted.

“Ferris, stop.”

But Ferris brushed off Crusch’s rebuke and glared at Subaru.

“No, I will say it. For such a minor meowsunderstanding, it’s far too cruel, so someone has to say it… Subawu, going will do nothing to change things. It’s pointless to go. On top of that, you’d be wasting Lady Emeowlia’s contract, which she paid for with a fair sum. After the humiliation you went through at the royal palace and what happened with Julius at the parade square, you still don’t get it? Staying put, hoping for the best, and focusing on healing your body is the far better choice.”

—Subaru heard something.

The sound of something snapping inside himself.

He’d been stuffing his anger into a sack within him, and when he realized it was now open, Subaru was seized by such a rage at the humiliation inflicted on him that his teeth cut into his lip.

Those provocations were more than enough to harden his resolve.

“I’ve decided—I’m returning to the mansion where Emilia is. It’s been a short time, but thanks for your hospitality.”

As Subaru spoke his farewells, Rem shouted to hold him back.

“Subaru!”

But he held up a hand to Rem as he rose from his seat, looking down at Crusch.

Crusch folded her arms and closed her eyes. He had no idea what was inside her heart. Ferris, seated beside her, let out a long sigh, his face making his sullen mood clear as he said, “No respect for others’ feelings… Shouldn’t a good man take warnings at face value?”

“Your warning let me make my decision. Thanks.”

Ferris apparently gave up on discussing the matter after Subaru returned his sarcasm. Instead, Crusch unfolded her arms before looking at him and resuming the conversation.

“Subaru Natsuki. Unfortunately, all of this house’s dragon carriages for long-distance transportation are already assigned to other tasks. All that I can lend you is a slower freight carriage or a midrange carriage that would require you to dismount and go part of the way on foot.”

“…Er?”

Subaru’s eyes widened. He’d expected her to berate him for unilaterally breaking the contract, but Crusch…almost sounded like she agreed with Subaru’s decision. The unexpected reply made Subaru’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.

She raised an eyebrow with a questioning look before turning toward Ferris.

“Ferris. Did I say something odd?”

Ferris put his hands to his cheeks and squirmed as he replied.

“Even Ferri’s dazzled at how incredibly you can adapt, Lady Crusch. But, ah, you aren’t actually going to lend Subawu a dragon carriage, are you?”

Crusch nodded in the affirmative.

“It is as I said. I respect the decisions of others. No matter what the decision, it is very important to take responsibility for it. And no matter what burden you bear, you must work to achieve what you want to achieve and bring no dishonor to your soul— Is it not so?”

“…Yeah, it is. That’s exactly it. I don’t want my soul to become shameless. If that girl’s in trouble, there’s no way I can stay here as a patient and spend my days without a care in the world.”

Crusch’s affirmation made Subaru uncomfortable, as if he had been gearing up to fight an opponent that didn’t plan on doing battle.

Perhaps Subaru had conveyed his resolve, because Rem closed her eyes, seemingly berating herself for a single moment. When she opened them again, she had returned to her normal neutral expression.

“In place of my master, let me extend my deepest thanks for everything you have done to date.”

“I don’t mind. There is benefit to us as well. However, I would like to speak to you concerning the last leg of the journey…”

Rem lowered her head, treating Crusch’s offer with great courtesy.

“If I may be so bold, we would be grateful for the help. We wish to confirm that the dominion is safe without a moment to spare. However, time is short. It will no doubt take two and a half days to reach the Mathers lands from the royal capital.”

Subaru exclaimed, “Over two days?! Why? When we came it didn’t even take half of one day to get here!”

If his memory was correct, the dragon carriage left Roswaal Manor in the morning, arriving at the royal capital just past noon. Even without a long-distance carriage, the disparity in the lengths of the journeys was too extreme.

“That’s impossible now. The Liphas Highway we used to get here cannot be used currently. The season is poor, and fog is covering the road… Therefore, we must take a detour around it.”

“So what if there’s fog on it? If we just cut right through that—”

Ferris interrupted, swatting Subaru’s opinion down with what was apparently public knowledge.

“It’s the White Whale that makes the fog, mew know? If mew stumble across it inside the fog, your life is gone. That’s just commeown sense, right?”

Subaru scowled at the unfamiliar term White Whale. But Rem set aside the fact that Subaru didn’t understand and proceeded with the larger discussion.

As a result of her negotiations, they came to the following terms: Subaru and Rem would borrow a medium-range dragon carriage from the House of Karsten and then board some other dragon carriage at a village along the way to return home as fast as possible.

Subaru gritted his teeth over the inconvenient lack of a dragon carriage that could go the whole way without stopping. It was times like this that he painfully missed cars, something that needed only fuel to make it run farther.

It was a bad situation that made him want to hurry, but hurry he could not. The fog that covered the highway seemed like a manifestation of the worry spreading before his eyes.

The sense that this was a looming bad omen wouldn’t stop pricking at Subaru’s heart.

Sub-chapter 3.

Once the plan had been hashed out, things moved quickly.

In short order, Subaru and Rem were headed toward the front gate of the Crusch villa with their luggage, yet there was already a vehicle awaiting them, stripped of all ornamentation to lighten it, with a single red-skinned land dragon drawing it.

Wilhelm was holding the beast’s reins as he awaited their arrival. When he noticed Subaru and Rem rushing over, the aged man bowed deeply.

“This is the fastest land dragon that this house is able to lend under these circumstances. Even so, I dearly regret that it is inferior to the long-range dragons employed by the marquis…”

With Rem taking the reins, Subaru stood beside her and looked at Wilhelm.

“I’m immensely grateful you’re lending me anything at all… I’d love to say I’ll return it for sure, but…”

His tone dropped at the end.

Wilhelm was the only one to see off Subaru and Rem at the front gate. They had said their farewells to Crusch and Ferris at the entry hall of the mansion. The least he could do was politely return the dragon carriage later as a final parting of ways.

“In my position, I can but obey Lady Crusch’s decision. Once you depart from the mansion, my master and your master will no doubt become mutual enemies— This dragon carriage will serve as a parting gift for the half-fulfilled treatment and sword instruction.”

“But that’s… I don’t think they said one word about that when we left the mansion.”

At the very least, the farewell from master and vassal suited them almost too well.

“I pray your efforts shall be valiant, and that you will strive to make your choices proudly, without shame to your soul.”

“With Lady Crusch being this nice to mew, you’d better make up with Lady Emilia in a hurry. Now get going already!”

That last sentence probably left the strongest impression. There hadn’t been any hint of the kind of consideration he felt from Wilhelm, but…

“I, too, serve Lady Crusch, so I am somewhat familiar with my master’s way of thinking.”

“Incidentally, when did you start working for her?”

“I believe it is just over half a year now…”

“Hey, that’s way shorter than I thought!! From how you talked about it, I thought you’d been master and servant for years and years!!”

Rem was piling luggage onto the dragon carriage while Subaru and Wilhelm traded words in that manner. Rem took the reins again and gave the land dragon’s snout a gentle stroke.

“—Understand? Then do as I say. That’s it, good boy, good boy.”

“Rem, how’s it looking?”

“He seems to have a slightly wild disposition, but I have just instructed him who is on top, so there shall be no trouble. I believe he will obey my commands.”

“R-right… Gotta establish the hierarchy. You really know how to crack the whip, huh?”

As a result of Rem’s “conversation” with the land dragon, they seemed to be getting along. Given the fact they’d be racing together for over a day’s worth of time, the relationship between driver and land dragon was crucial.

Rem discussed their plan.

“Taking a detour across the plains to avoid the fog, we should pass through two villages on our way to the marquis’s lands. We can likely procure and switch to another dragon carriage at a village named Hanumas near the border.”

“Incidentally, how long till we get to Hanumas?”

“It will likely take fourteen to fifteen hours. If we run the dragon carriage into the ground after we switch, we might be able to arrive at the fiefdom in another half a day…”

Subaru scratched at his head, biting back his words of dismay before bowing his head to Wilhelm.

“Thanks for everything. It’s a shame to leave practice half-finished like this…”

“I believe I have taught you the most important things. Beyond this, if you desire to increase your skill at the sword, there is no better way than to continue swinging one. May you stay in good health.”

Wilhelm offered his hand, Subaru accepted it, and the two exchanged a good, hard shake.

Rem took over the driver’s seat as Subaru entered the small carriage. Poking his head out of the window, he gave one last wave to Wilhelm, who was seeing them off from the front gate.

“Well, we’re heading out. If fate allows, I’d love to spend some time together again.”

“If you enjoy being welcomed with blows from a wooden sword, come back anytime.”

Wilhelm gave a gentlemanly smile as he saw off Subaru and Rem with a very fitting joke.

The land dragon neighed and began gently picking up speed. The carriage accelerated further, leaving the Crusch villa farther and farther behind them. The figure at the front gate kept his head bowed until Subaru could no longer see him.

They headed downhill, passing the guardhouse that formed the entrance to the Nobles’ District, heading straight down the main street to the gate that linked the royal capital to the highway outside that was their destination.

Thanks to the land dragon’s blessing, the vibrations in Subaru’s rear were exceedingly soft. He nervously looked out the small window, unable to bear the sense of urgency inside him.

Leaving the streets of the royal capital behind, his field of vision was dominated by green grassland and blue sky and nothing else. Since Rem was concentrating on driving, he couldn’t speak to her, so there was nothing for him to do while in transit. Inside the carriage, Subaru sank into a sea of thought.

Crusch had declared that they could not lend a dragon carriage for long-range use. Accordingly, the feel of the passenger seat was much shoddier. It was probably for rushing servants from place to place.

He’d entered and left the Crusch residence in the blink of an eye. The fact that the duchess had kindly lent him a single dragon carriage upon his departure left Subaru in a tangle of complicated thoughts that were difficult to put into words. Only the night before, he’d judged her as strict but not indifferent. The back-and-forth before his departure had only added to the complexity.

What he did understand was why many people wanted to converse with her. No doubt Emilia would have to work hard to build up a network of personal connections as Crusch had. That was a necessary hardship for her. Yet unnecessary ones burdened Emilia as well.

“That’s why…I need to get over there, and fast…”

Of course, these were political questions and a matter of connections between people of privilege. Subaru did not have such an inflated view of himself as to think he would be of help with those issues. He knew there would be difficult problems where he would be nothing but dead weight. But it wasn’t in him to use his powerlessness as a reason to cast aside someone he cared about when she was in trouble.

If he poured his heart and soul into it, he was certain that he could overcome these obstacles.

Subaru Natsuki possessed that power.

“Nothing will work unless I’m with her… Now she’ll understand that.”

It was unfounded certainty—no, it was nothing but hope.

Emilia had fallen into peril. If he was there, galloping to her rescue, somehow everything would work out. That was his slender, flickering hope, in danger of being snuffed out by the wind.

He wanted to prove his worth. He needed to.

If Emilia was in distress, Subaru would save her.

No, that’s how it had to be. Subaru needed Emilia to fall into peril so that he could discover his own value—and show others that he had worth.

“That’s right… It’s no good if I’m not with her. For sure…!”

In the back of his mind was the incredibly lovely girl with silver hair. Her smiling face was enveloped by an amorphous darkness, buried by malice attempting to quench her sublime spirit.

“—”

With that vision in his mind, Subaru closed his eyes and bit his lip.

In the carriage, he silently let the time pass, alone.

With the exception of Rem in the driver’s seat, he was isolated in that place, unable to sense the presence of any other.

—And he never noticed the faint twisting of his lips.

Sub-chapter 4.

Late that day, instead of Hanumas, where they had planned to switch carriages, they rested at a stopover town ahead of it named Fleur.

Rem had suggested it as the sun was setting, just before night began to fall.

“Traveling by night will increase the probability of encountering bandits and demon beasts. I am also concerned about passing close to the fog, so I believe it’s best to lodge at a nearby inn tonight.”

“How long is it to the halfway point at Hanumas? We can’t just rush the rest of the way there?”

“It would take until midnight to arrive at Hanumas from here. We might not be able to get an inn, and procuring a dragon carriage is difficult in the middle of the night, so…”

“Ugh… That’s true. So it’s not like we can just get there and everything will work out, then.”

Rem had been thinking while Subaru was mulling things over. Naturally, she had made her proposal with much deeper consideration than Subaru’s. Though he was irritated at having to stop, he accepted Rem’s suggestion.

“So let’s get an inn here in Fleur and head out first thing in the morning. That’ll give the land dragon some rest and maybe cut down on the time needed to find a carriage in Hanumas?”

“Yes. If we leave early in the morning and things go well in Hanumas midway, we just might be able to make it to the mansion before nightfall tomorrow.”

As Rem replied, her voice was filled with relief that Subaru had accepted her proposal without complaint.

Fortunately, their hope of finding an inn upon arrival in Fleur was granted. They entrusted the land dragon to the stable adjoining the inn, filled their bellies with an exceedingly crude evening meal, bathed briefly, and dove into bed so that they could rise immediately at daybreak.

But when Subaru thought of Emilia, his sense of urgency and impatience drove off all drowsiness.

“Can’t sleep…”

Desperately trying to doze off, all he ended up doing was blindly changing positions in bed over and over. After all, he’d spent quite some time at Roswaal’s mansion and Crusch’s villa, the finest laps of luxury that world had to offer; the hard bed of a backwater inn made it hard for him to sleep.

Of course, given that he wanted to wake up as early in the morning as possible, curses for time and his own body welled up his chest. He didn’t need more time to think. What he needed was an opportunity to link the conclusions drawn in his mind to tangible actions. Thus, all he yearned for was the morning sun.

How many times had he glared at the ceiling and at the backs of his eyelids? How many times had he turned in bed?

A sound slid into his eardrums; a knock at the doorway, then someone hesitantly opened the door.

“…Subaru, may I come in?”

When he lifted his head and looked over, he saw Rem’s upper body leaning into the room. She’d slipped out of the servant’s outfit he was used to and had changed into a thin blue nightgown he’d seen at some point before.

Rem, realizing Subaru was awake, looked relieved as she headed toward the bed. Subaru asked her, “What’s wrong? If you’re here to say you feel lonely and can’t sleep by yourself, it’s a hard day for it. If I was a little calmer, I’d have a really good laugh at that, but right now…”

“That proposal makes my heart flutter, but no. I could not sleep, so I wanted to talk a little.”

“I see… You, too, then. Well, nothing we can do about that, huh?”

Subaru crawled out of bed as Rem timidly sat down by his side. Feeling like their shoulders were close enough to touch, he turned his attention to her pale face and opened his mouth.

“I feel bad that you’ve had to take care of me ever since we left the mansion, Rem.”

“Please do not apologize for that. I do not think of anything as hardship if it is for your sake.”

Her strong shake of her head pricked at Subaru’s conscience. He knew that was what Rem would say. Ever since the demon beast uproar, she had been his ally through thick and thin.

Ironically, she was probably the one who most understood his worth.

“…Finding out by telepathy must’ve made you way more worried about the mansion than me. And here you are worrying about me on top of that— We still don’t know that anything’s happened, right?”

Rem nodded stiffly in reply to his question and lowered her eyes.

“—Don’t worry about it. I’m sure something rough has happened, but she’s not cute enough to fold that easily. We’ll get back soon. I’ll manage to take care of it somehow.”

Subaru smiled with unwarranted cheerfulness, trying to lessen even a little the burden weighing Rem down. He wanted to make her feel at ease.

As was typical for him, Subaru’s claims were baseless. It wasn’t as if he had some brilliant, tangible plan to overcome difficult obstacles. Anyone ought to have doubted a declaration like that.

And yet…

“—Yes. I believe you, Subaru.”

Rem smiled pleasantly at him with relief, as if ten thousand cavalrymen had come galloping to her aid.

“—!”

Realizing that her smile had captivated him, Subaru’s face reddened as he averted his gaze.

He’d said something embarrassing, and her acceptance of it had been equally shameless. Subaru immediately turned his back to her without continuing. He didn’t know what Rem must have thought of him.

—His breath caught when he suddenly felt the weight and warmth of her body against him.

“M-Miss Rem? Er… I wonder, why are you hugging me like this?”

The soft sensation against his back and her breath made Subaru unconsciously slip into a more formal form of address.

“…Because I want to.”

The answer she gave in response, rich with meaning, carried a warmth that set off alarm bells in his heart.

Behind Subaru, still sitting on the bed, Rem had her arms around him, as if to cover him up. Her feminine softness, sweet scent, and arms around him drenched Subaru’s entire body in warmth.

“Er, ah… This feeling is…”

Subaru, sensing it from head to toe, tilted his head when he suddenly realized that the “warmth” Rem was imparting was something apart from body heat—greatly resembling something he had felt over the past several days.

In reply to Subaru’s misgivings, Rem maintained the contact and opened her mouth.

“I am healing your gate, the same as Master Felix did for you, Subaru. After all, I had several opportunities to watch while standing right beside you. Compared to Master Felix, perhaps I cannot do much more than put you at ease a little, but…”

“R-right, treatment! Treatment, yes! I see, I see. Yes, yes. E-exactly, huh. Ha-ha.”

Feeling embarrassed at his impure delusions, Subaru glossed things over with a hollow laugh. He felt Rem smile slightly behind him as the strength of the mana flowing into him increased.

“Whoa, incredible… This feels way better than Ferris’s stuff ramming into me.”

“Thank you very much. But that assessment is unfair to Master Felix.”

“Not at all. I’m totally serious. It feels good and…makes me feel…sleepy…”

Maybe the effect of the treatment was inferior to Ferris’s, but Rem had far greater consideration for her patient. He felt like he was immersed in warm water, wrapped in softness.

He felt comfortable, relaxed, and drowsy, so he did not catch Rem’s faint whisper.

“That is most likely…the difference between our feelings toward you, Subaru.” His head was slipping down when Rem brought her lips close to his ear. “It’s all right to fall asleep. I’ll lay you down in bed properly, cover you with blankets, and leave after I’ve had my fill of watching you sleep.”

“I wasn’t worried about my belly being out in the open, and that’s quite a line at the end… But when you’re working so hard, how can I fall asleep in the middle of it, Rem?”

It was petty stubbornness, but he didn’t want to come off as rude after everything she’d done.

He sensed Rem beaming as he felt her hands touch his head. The warmth coming from her palms increased, making his eyelids even heavier.

“Aww, crap… Why am I…? I mean, it’s…hard for you, too, but… Rem, why are you…doing this for me…?” He rubbed his eyes, irrationally resisting the drowsiness, continuing to speak to hold on to his consciousness. “Rem, why…so much…for me…?”

“Because I want to… I do not need any other reason.”

He let go of his mind before her words really sank in. Even so, he heard Rem reply, “I want.” That part was important.

That was probably the starting point for all the thoughts enveloping Subaru—

What would happen when he returned to the mansion and reunited with Emilia? He was full of anxiety.

“She’ll…yell at me at first, won’t she…?”

Subaru’s eyes fell as he shook his head.

As he wobbled, Rem’s arms gently embraced him to provide support. “It’ll be all right, Subaru. You’re a wonderful person. With time and a proper meeting, if you tell her how you feel, I’m sure she will understand.”

“Is that…so. Guess…I am, for you to think…like this about me…”

Sound grew distant. No, his mind had begun to withdraw from reality.

The comfortable drowsiness coursed through him like a curse, his eyes closing to become a cage around his mind.

Just before his consciousness completely slipped away from reality, Subaru thought he felt the faint touch of Rem’s lips against his neck as she said, “So please keep me in a little corner of your thoughts, and don’t go anywhere else, Subaru…”

Subaru no longer had the mental strength to reply to the seemingly pleading whisper as his mind gently sank into the darkness.

Sub-chapter 5.

—What woke Subaru up was the feeling of hot sunrays burning his eyelids.

He remained lying in the bed as he absentmindedly lifted a hand to block out the sun. The light entering through the room’s large window was strong; with him covered in bed up to his shoulders, they made him so hot that it was hard to sleep.

He indulged in that feeling for several long seconds before enough blood flowed into his half-asleep head for him to realize…

“The…sun’s up?!”

Subaru threw off his blankets, leaped off the bed, and sprinted to the window. When he pushed it open, a cool breeze flowed into the room, and he gazed dumbfounded at the sun watching him from high in the sky.

That sight struck him with the terrible truth.

“No way… At a time like this… Am I an idiot?!”

Having arrived at the despairing conclusion he’d overslept, he rushed with all haste to Rem’s bedroom next door in the inn. Subaru knocked furiously on the door before throwing it open.

“Rem! Wake up! We massively overslept!”

Cursing the fact that he’d slept nearly half the day away, he scanned the room in desperation. Anyway, he had to get Rem up so that they could resume their march— Or so he had thought.

“…Rem?”

The room was completely empty.

There was no bulge on the bed. The sheets were untouched. Subaru had a bad feeling about the lack of evidence that anyone had been in the bed at all. The room held no warmth from a human presence.

Unable to even see any luggage, he ran out of the room to the inn’s front desk. The innkeeper who had greeted him and Rem the previous evening was sitting at the desk, smiling sociably when he noticed the boy.

“My, my, good morning. It would seem you slept very well last night…”

Subaru did not return the innkeeper’s courtesy, slamming his fist on the desk to drive his question home.

“What happened to the blue-haired girl who came here with me?!”

The innkeeper reacted with surprise. Seeing Subaru’s expression, he raised his hands in an attempt to mollify him.

“D-dear guest… Please calm down; you will disturb the other patrons…”

“Answer me! Where is she…? Where did Rem go?!”

“Y-your companion… Who came with you on…the dragon carriage late last night…?”

“That’s not an answer!”

Cowed by Subaru’s threatening demeanor, the innkeeper practically shouted his reply.

“Hear me out!! She left during the night! She left on the same dragon carriage you came in on! She paid for your stay and left a bag for you on the way out! She actually paid enough for you to lodge here for several days, so there is no problem whatsoe—”

“No…problem…you say?”

The innkeeper had tried to take care not to provoke Subaru, but the words he chose enraged him further.

“There damn well…is a problem!!”

Raising an angry voice, Subaru slammed his arm against the bag on top of the counter and clutched his head.

Welling up inside him was distrust. Doubt. Anger. Sadness. The irrational feelings wrestled with one another in his head as Subaru tore at his black hair and looked up to the sky.

“Rem… What… What the hell are you thinking…?!”

The fact that even the person who knew him best had failed to understand him weighed down on him as he wailed in despair.

Sub-chapter 6.

To Subaru.

By the time you read this letter, you will no doubt be quite angry with me.

I will not ask you to forgive me for leaving you to head for the manor. However, please understand.

It is dangerous to bring you to the mansion as you are now. I am thinking not only of the state of the mansion but the state of your body, Subaru.

Therefore, please wait for me here in Fleur village. I will be back for you when everything is taken care of.

I have left behind all the money. I have already paid the innkeeper thoroughly, so you can stay for several days without any trouble.

Please take care of yourself, and please wait until I return—I beg you.

—From, Your Rem
 

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