Re:ZERO -Starting Life in Another World- Vol. 3

by Tappei Nagatsuki

  “Is this the diagnosis of Beatrice and the Great Spirit?”

  “Yes.”

  Roswaal folded his arms and closed his eyes as he mulled the report over.

  Damage to one’s gate, and thus, one’s ability to use mana, was a fatal affliction for any magic user. Roswaal, bearer of the title of court magician, keenly appreciated the state Subaru was in.

  “Though gates mend differently for each person, it would take years no matter what. He will face a very difficult choice.”

  Ram nodded at Roswaal’s conclusion before voicing how Subaru’s condition was even graver still.

  “It is not merely an issue of his damaged gate but the remnants of the curses as well.”

  “—I thought the danger of activation has passed?”

  “The casters…in this case, the Urugarum…have been eliminated, so there are no casters to activate the curses…but the rites for them still remain in Barusu’s body.”

  “So they are intertwined with such complexity that even Beatrice cannot unravel them… My, my, that is a curse in an altogether different sense… I suppose this means we must reward his service all the mooore.”

  Though the rites remaining in the absence of their casters was some cause for concern, there was essentially no danger of their activating. However, Subaru’s body had taken the bullets that, in the worst case, would have spread to others still, those not only in his employ but also, more importantly, Emilia.

  As a result, Emilia’s participation in the royal selection had been preserved. It was, in every way, service that merited a reward.

  “Incidentally, Ram…concerning the iiissue of the demon beasts, did you check on what I asked you to?”

  Roswaal asked with a meek look that was quite rare to see on him, and it threw Ram off a fair bit. He awaited her reply as she touched her forehead. Her finger prodded the old wound beneath her headdress. Ram felt the faint throb of the scar as she made her report.

  “As far as I have determined from the corpses that remain, the demon beasts were all hornless.”

  Roswaal exhaled at Ram’s reply. He leaned back against his chair.

  “The demon beasts I mopped up were the same. Howeeever, that makes this something far larger than an issue of mere noxious beasts, does it nooot?”

  “A demon beast with its horn severed will obey the one who severed it. That would mean some fool directed the beasts toward your manor or your lands in general, Master Roswaal.”

  “It is no doubt relaaated to the royal selection. Like the invitation to Garfiel’s land, this has interfered with us considerably.”

  Ram raised her eyebrows at the invocation of the well-known name.

  “Gar…Garfiel, you say?”

  Roswaal had a conflicted look as he shrugged. His behavior was aloof, but Ram was acutely aware that this was no small matter. Indeed, it was a battle with low odds of victory. They needed every card they could add to their hand.

  Ram knew very well that she was one of those cards. Her inability to do anything but watch Roswaal battle alone chafed at her.

  “Let us return to the matter at hand. Do you have an educated guess as to the ‘ringleader’ who severed the horns?”

  “…Tentatively. But the trail has already gone cold. One of the children Barusu and Rem supposedly brought back from the forest vanished from the village the next day.”

  When she’d asked about the girl with braids who the two had brought back, they had said the villagers all claimed they didn’t know the girl. According to the children, she became part of their group at some point, but they couldn’t say when.

  When she pressed further, they told her that it was that girl who had first brought the demon beast pup to the village, and it was she who had later brought the children past the barrier with her into the forest. She was all but certain that girl had been the ringleader.

  “First the Bowel Hunter in the royal capital, now the Beast Mage here. Certainly a strange cast of characters.”

  “Yet they cannot best you no matter what they throw at you, Master Roswaal.”

  “My, such a cheeky thing for you to say. Come.”

  When Roswaal smiled and beckoned with his hand, Ram cut across the ebony desk to be at his side. As she did so, Roswaal reached his arm around Ram’s small body, pulling her atop his lap. Then—

  “Because I could not be here last niiight for you, it must have been hard on you.”

  “I know that you are very busy, Master Roswaal. Even if you leave my needs for later…”

  “Ram, I have always tooold you…”

  Ram’s eyes were downturned when Roswaal lifted her chin with a finger, turning her face toward his with a smile.

  “You and Rem are among those beings precious to me, so few I can count them on one hand. Indeed, if some terrible fate had befallen you in this incident, I am not confident I could have restrained myself.”

  His finger remained on Ram’s chin as the dramatic words Roswaal tossed at her put an enthralled look on her face. Heat seemed to fill Ram’s eyes as she gazed at Roswaal from close up.

  “To Master Roswaal, Rem and I are—”

  “Yes, to me, you and Rem are precious, vital, and irreplaceable…”

  As their words piled upon one another, so did their feelings as Roswaal beheld Ram with his yellow eye, pausing for a brief moment…

  “…pawns.”

  So spoke Roswaal to Ram in theatrical style.

  His words did not carry the slightest hint of guilt, for he was stating what he regarded as pure truth.

  And Ram, upon hearing her existence described as that of a pawn…

  “—Yes.”

  …her cheeks reddened as she nodded back.

  Ram’s demeanor was perfectly docile and full of adoration as Roswaal pulled her even higher on his lap.

  “Nooow, then, shall we begin? You pushed yourself quite considerably, yes? You are quite mana-depleted, even though I told you to take it easy.”

  “I am very sorry… Please.”

  Ram untied the headdress atop her pink hair as she acknowledged Roswaal’s words. Roswaal slid a finger past her hair to where a faint white scar rested on the upper reaches of her forehead.

  —It was the last vestige of her life as a wonder child among the demon people.

  Roswaal grazed his finger across the scar like it was a beloved, wonderful thing.

  “—The blessings of the stars upon thee.”

  Four glimmering colors flowed along Roswaal’s arm and converged upon the tip of his finger to become a white light. The light coursed down his finger and poured into Ram’s scar.

  —The technique to transfer mana directly to another demanded exceptional skill.

  If the elemental composition of the mana was not perfectly balanced, the mana would harm the recipient’s body when converted back into energy. It was a “therapy” that Roswaal could employ because he was attuned to all four major mana affinities and was accomplished at using them all at a very high level.

  For demons, the horns on their foreheads formed the pipeline through which mana passed in and out of the body. Their horns, which functioned much like stronger, finely tuned gates, were the foremost reason the demons were a powerful race.

  But Ram had lost her horn due to external factors, leaving her body unable to draw in mana or emit power as her body demanded, a loss all the graver because Ram’s body was top tier, even by demon standards.

  Left to her own devices, her body would simply wither away. These private nighttime chats were a daily event so as to prevent that from happening.

  Ram felt her body come back to life as mana poured into her through the horn scar. She let herself luxuriate in the sweet feeling of warmth filling her body from the inside out when she said out of the blue, “Ah, I forgot something. There was something else I need to report to you, Master Roswaal…”

  “Mm? And what would thaaat be?”

  Roswaal continued the treatment with one eye closed while Ram
sank into thought for a while. She seemed to be at odds about how to word it exactly.

  “Rem has…fallen in love with Barusu.”

  “Mm?”

  “It would seem Barusu has…grazed all of Rem’s weak points.”

  Rem was the younger twin sister. As her older sister, Ram was painfully aware of her younger sister’s state of mind. Put another way, she knew all too well that it was not in Rem’s nature to be honest with herself.

  “Rem has, has she? Weeell, perhaps it is not so mysterious. After all, she does not serve me out of loyalty, unlike youuu.”

  Ram remained quiet before her master’s assessment of her younger sister in silent agreement. Unlike Ram, who loyally served Roswaal without asking anything in return, Rem viewed that as a betrayal of the self.

  To Rem, Roswaal was very much “Sister’s patron.” Since her sister was her very purpose in life, Rem’s thought process never extended beyond that. It was that line of thinking that made Rem so reckless and rash when it came to defending her community; take your eyes off her, and she’d eliminate anyone she viewed as a threat to it without a second thought.

  Ram believed Subaru had been saved because he’d gained Rem’s trust before she could assault him.

  Of course, all that being said, Ram still regarded Rem as the cutest little sister in the whole world, someone more important than Ram herself.

  —But if someone asked her if Rem occupied the highest pedestal in her heart, Ram could not simply nod and agree.

  “Regardless of Rem’s feelings, you shall remain firmly in my hands, Ram. Where you go, Rem shall invaaariably follow. You seeee, things shall be as before. Nooothing will change.”

  “I…suppose so, though now that there is one more precious thing to Rem, the chance of her acting rashly is even greater, one might say.”

  “Let us cross that bridge when we get to it. This is important work for tomorrow, after aaall.”

  As Roswaal jested, light faded from his palm. The treatment was over.

  Ram felt full not only of life but also disappointment as she slid off Roswaal’s lap. After Ram rose from his lap, he rose from the chair.

  “Things shall be busier from here on. It shall require much labor, but I am counting on you and Rem, yeees?”

  “As you wish. I am yours, Master Roswaal, as I have been since that fiery night.”

  Ram grasped the hem of her skirt and bent her knees in a reverential curtsy.

  Roswaal noted her display of loyalty as he crossed his hands behind him and walked toward the window. He glanced at Ram, following beside him, as he opened the curtain.

  When he looked up at the sky, and the full moon floating within it, Roswaal narrowed his oddly colored eyes.

  “We must be victorious in the royal selection, no matter what…for the sake of my goal…”

  As he murmured, he reached out his arm, wrapped it around Ram’s shoulders, and pulled her close.

  Able to feel the warmth of his tall body for a second time, Ram closed her eyes and leaned into him.

  She listened to the voice of the man beside her, her lord and master, the man she had given her soul.

  “…For the day the Dragon dies.”

 

  AFTERWORD

  Hiya! Nagatsuki here! Tappei here! People call me The Mouse-colored Cat!

  Thank you very much for purchasing Re:ZERO -Starting Life in Another World-, Volume 3! It’s awesome that you’ve read this far, so thanks a million! Volume 3 is the last volume being published in consecutive months. I’m not sure any brave souls out there decided to take the plunge starting with this one, but if so, go ahead and try the others with the pretty girls on the covers. Volumes 1 and 2 should be right beside this one—and if they’re not, ask the clerk to order them!

  And if that line gets us even one more sale, the fate of the entire work could be changed forever!

  Along with the same direct marketing as in the Volume 2 afterword, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking with our story so far.

  The first volume was the tutorial. The second was more like, “This is how the series goes.” This, the third volume, wraps up what I hope is a hearty three-month consecutive publication schedule with the message: “This series is interesting.”

  I passed on the view of Ikemoto the editor, who wanted a safe publication schedule to slowly grow the series, and ignored his admonition that “we’re looking at a new horizon here, an achievement never done before!” as I dashed forward, with Otsuka-sensei the illustrator rising to the challenge of my unreasonable requests, with Kusano the designer doing all-nighters to humor the selfish author’s selfish project goals—just kidding! The editor said, “Do it!” Your dear author worked desperately to make it happen. Now I have sympathy votes! Thank you very much for buying this!

  Now, setting aside minor tales of such hard labors, the “main series” begins with the next volume.

  The royal capital becomes the dramatic stage once more, with the world beginning to expand from the narrow confines of the story up to the end of Volume 3. The cast of characters will approximately double, with cute girls and cool guys coming out of the woodwork. Otsuka-sensei looked almost dead from the heavy character design workload, but he’s all right—his face says, “I made it because of all the messages from the readers cheering me on!”

  Of course, messages of goodwill are welcome for not just Otsuka-sensei but also the author, Nagatsuki, too. You can even send me “I want to be an author!” messages. You can message me on Twitter. You can comment on my blog. You can make your own Re:ZERO fan site and spread the word. You can run for election, take the political world by storm, and get my novels published as textbooks for school. It’s all good.

  Impressions, cheers, critiques, commentaries—anything goes. You can read the Quick Response Code at the back of the book and talk directly to the publisher, MF Bunko! It’s all good! Bring it on!

  Since I’ve run out of other things to babble on about, I’ll move on to customary words of thanks.

  Ikemoto the editor, you really took good care of me. Publishing three volumes in three months is all thanks to you. I think both of us had a change in the look in our eyes over those three months, so I await the return of the gentle-looking Ikemoto during the interval that now follows.

  Otsuka-sensei, thank you again for such beautiful illustrations. In particular, your “lap pillow” illustration was E M D beyond words. I enlarged it and used it to cover my bedroom ceiling. Thank you, thank you!

  Kusano the designer, as usual your mighty designs stand head and shoulders above, mercilessly laughing down at my expectations. Thank you very much. Beako is one seriously dangerous Beako.

  Volume 3 is also the product of the cooperation of many others, with their efforts having brought us to a successful back-to-back-to-back monthly schedule. I think I caused you all a lot of trouble from my unfamiliarity with various things, so thank you very much for helping me this far.

  I would be most content if you stuck with me from here on…forever.

  For that, dear readers, please stick with me…forever. Please and thank you.

  Tappei Nagatsuki, February 2014

  (Stress relief through direct marketing!)

  “The main series is about to start, so let’s preview the next volume! Isn’t it a little late for me and Emilia to be doing one?”

  “Hmm, I think we should be very grateful for being given this chance to appear like this, just the two of us. It’s kind of exhilarating.”

  “No one uses exhilarating anymore…but with the back-to-back-to-back publishing done, the next volume is a ways down the road, right? How about we shoot the breeze?”

  “No, you have to do your work properly. The three-month publishing schedule is done, but the Monthly Comic Alive man said… The, ah, Re:ZERO Project will continue, yes?”

  “Re:ZERO Project, huh? The back-to-back-to-back and the Visual Complete are done, but Monthly Comic Alive decided to serialize a
short novel! Wait, it’s a comic magazine, why’s it publishing short novels?”

  “It seems to be a new thing for them. Also, apparently the story involved will take place during the time between Volume 3 and Volume 4. With the uproar at the mansion and the village resolved, peaceful days should have returned, but something new stirs up the mansion…so they said. It sounds like a lot of fun!”

  “The way you said that just now makes it feel more worrying than fun, though!”

  “And from the fourth volume on is the ‘episode’ when the story really begins. This is around when it made big waves in its Web novel days.”

  “Emilia-tan’s going one way, withdrawing from the royal selection, and I’m going the other, riding on taking care of the demon beast mess. So when we get back to the royal capital, we see other royal candidates face-to-face…and I get treated like an intruder. Rough stuff!”

  “When it comes to weirdos, I don’t think anyone is going to get the better of you, Subaru…”

  “Didn’t hear that, fingers in my ears. So, Re:ZERO -Starting Life in Another World- is taking a little break with the next volume, due in June!”

  “Err…thank you very much for buying Volume 3. We would be very happy to have you with us for Volume 4 and beyond… Is that all right?”

  “E M D!”

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