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


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


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


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


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


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


He could now assume that Emilia would be relatively safe.


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


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


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


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


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


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


Does calling myself that tick you off that much?


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


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


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


What an uninteresting reply.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


I've always lo--


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


What's wrong with me?


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


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


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


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


Perhaps there is a reason someone is after you?


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


Suddenly greeted by another world, he'd had no choice but to live within it.


He was weak. He was fragile, unable to do anything.


Only his knees moved—to shake.


Subaru realized it was possible he knew nothing of Ram and Rem, not their true faces, their feelings, or the bond between them, just as Beatrice had stated.


Subaru wondered what he really had learned about them during those first three lives. What was the point of Subaru feeling such loss and despair when he didn't truly know anything about them?


Was everything Subaru had seen simply a dream, the time he'd spent there a mere illusion?


Subaru's heart, too, shattered. Lying on his back, Subaru put his palms to his face and wailed at his own powerlessness.


Had it all been a utopia beyond his reach from the beginning?


Subaru looked like he was about to break out in tears when Beatrice called to him.


Within the darkness covering his eyes, the memories of the days he'd spent at the manor broke apart, one by one, into dust.


Truly, thank you very much. I hope to see you again in a couple of months when Volume 3 comes out to resolve the cliff-hanger.


Such a naughty girl you are, Betty. Well, the third volume finishes the Mansion Story arc.


Heh-heh, you're actually worried about him, aren't you, Betty? Such a good girl. The third volume gives a few glimpses into your kindness. I wonder when it goes on sale?


That is both pragmatic and calculated-another wonderful thing about Puckie, I suppose?


How you raised your paw at the end... Ahh, Puckie, your fur is the bestest fur ever...