Re Zero Discussion Thread: Season 4 is Real

[VortechsTG]

Also wtf that implies that current Reinhard can kill Pandora

No the fụck it does not

 

[Gigi_4_life]

Also wtf that implies that current Reinhard can kill Pandora

No? Stalemating people would be a specialty of Pandora since she’s hard to kill, but it is possible ig, but we need to know the limitations of her powers to be sure

 

[Zabazab]

Dude.

B-but the tiktok and youtube short slop content told me Pandora was a causality-demolishing universe-breaking god-tier who negs Reinhard and Satella!!

 

[Epiccheev]

My goat Subaru would never steal an authority from an archbishop in need.

 

[Zabazab]

Arc 9 Wilhelm quotes I find significant;

Spoiler: 9/26

An intense aura of swordsmanship hung over the chamber, and it was no joke that goosebumps erupted all over her skin.

Her mind had been trained to remain unshaken by most situations, but even when considering circumstances in which the unexpected and unforeseen might occur in rapid succession, a scenario such as this would be considered an anomaly, demanding to be deemed as an exception.

Yae: [――Wilhelm Trias.]

They had exchanged but a single clash, yet her opponent’s opening move had been slamming her with a kick, forcing Yae to find herself at a disadvantage.

Even after she leapt backward to dampen the impact, the damage from that kick had left a heavy impression on Yae’s slender frame. Had she not retreated, the force might have opened a shoe-sized hole in her stomach. He had delivered a kick to a woman without restraint; as he himself had claimed, he could not be called a gentleman.

There was a worthy title for this old swordsman, which had been readied by the nation for more than forty years.

As for Yae’s reasoning as to why she thought such things――,

Yae: [Aside from the old village chief, there shouldn’t be many people who are able to notice my presence concealment―― Felt-sama, might you have done something mischievous?]

Felt: [The hell kind of accusation is that? You know full well I’ve not been able to even lift a finger, you bastard.]

Wilhelm: [――――]

Felt: [Besides talking to your sorry ass, I haven’t done anything. Right now, that’s taking up all my effort.]

With a hint of self-resentment in her voice, Felt spat thus as she retreated to a corner of the room.

Felt stuck out her tongue with a blunt “bleh”, and the act’s lack of charm was itself cute. But, Yae did not need a reminder, as she had never once let her guard down against Wilhelm. ――He remained rooted in his original position, unable to determine how to respond to Yae’s unfamiliar Steel Thread Technique. Such was only natural.

――Most shinobi techniques specialized in exploiting an opponent’s openings.

That was why, unlike the fighting techniques of warriors utilized in battle, the techniques of the shinobi utilized for killing were called jutsu. Yae’s Steel Thread Technique was a prime example of that distinction.

The more veteran the warrior, the more cautiously they approach combat. Meanwhile, the true skill of a shinobi lay in setting trap upon trap, like the web of a spider, ten layers, then twenty, until――,

Wilhelm: [――Four moves.]

Yae: [――? What was that?]

Suddenly, Yae furrowed her brow, unable to comprehend the words born from Wilhelm’s lips.

To Yae’s query, Wilhelm offered no verbal reply. ――But, there was a response. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a piercing aura of swordsmanship was released, cleaving through Yae’s entire body as an answer.

Yae: [――Hk.]

The moment she sensed the incoming attack,Yae mobilized all ten of her fingers without hesitation, but rather than an attack to subdue, she rained slaughter upon the Sword Demon with her steel threads. So long as Al’s order not to kill was kept in the end, it would be fine. It would be preferable for her opponent to survive when the intention was to kill; but, if an attack was unleashed without the expectation to kill, would it work on this adversary?

Thus, from all directions, first subdividing into sixteen, and then further into thirty-two, was launched an overwhelming assault of steel threads, each new strand finer than the last; in response, the twin blades in Wilhelm’s grip flashed――,

Wilhelm: [OOOH――!!]

The whirlwind raised by the swing of the twin swords quite literally swept aside the approaching murderous steel threads of carnage.

The extreme speed of the swords’ movement caused the collision between blade and thread to be heard in unison, generating sparks that gave Yae the illusion that her eyes were being seared. Though her initial strike had been neutralized by the overwhelming force of the sword, her Steel Thread Technique remained uninterrupted.

With a thud and a forceful step, the “floor” was kicked, launching it straight toward Yae.

Within the confined space of the room, there were no gaps she could use to escape; therefore, using her left hand, Yae adjusted the angles of the steel threads she manipulated to combat the incoming “floor”. However, rather than slicing it, she instead bound it, deflecting it with a bounce.

The “floor” recoiled with the full momentum of the initial kick, returning along its trajectory with even greater speed and danger, barreling toward the Sword Demon with the aim to blast him away.

But then――,

Yae: [Huh?]

A sharp, piercing sound resonated, and Yae’s eyes widened upon the sight of the “floor” being pinned midair.

Its momentum had accelerated, its force doubling in proportion to its weight. Yet, the Sword Demon’s blade struck the rebellion of the “floor” in the dead center of its mass, its tip aligned to the surface with surgical precision, voiding all of its power.

It was truly a divine feat that transcended what mortal hands could accomplish.

Yae, too, understood this, having spent a great deal of time being hailed as a child prodigy beyond the limits of ordinary humans. ――Even in his old age the Sword Demon’s swordsmanship was planted in the realm of the divine.

——Immediately afterwards, piercing through the suspended “floor”, the tip of his sword approached Yae’s nose.

The timbre of steel striking steel resounded, and the sword launched at a velocity which rivaled even the most tightly drawn bow. The sword that had been thrust into the “floor” to stop it was struck from behind, causing the “floor” to be penetrated by the sword.

This far exceeded her expectations; faced now with a projectile that defied all norms, Yae abandoned any attempt to entangle the sword within her threads, and instead slightly deflected it as she tilted her slender neck just enough to avoid a fatal strike. The tip of the blade passed right by her throat before it was lodged into the wall beside Yae with a thunk.

She had dodged it. And, even in that fleeting moment, Yae never once averted her eyes from the Sword Demon.

And so, in that same breath, she recognized that she had made a tactical misstep.

The sword had been buried deeply, sticking out just to the right of Yae’s neck. ――Her only means of escape was to the left.

And thereupon――,

Wilhelm: [RUAAHH――!!]

Using the “floor” as a springboard, the Sword Demon then kicked off the ceiling to accelerate, descending with a slashing strike.

The blade executed a seamless monk’s robe cut, aiming for Yae’s very life as his blade carved deeply into her left shoulder.

Wilhelm: [RAAAAAGH――!!!]

Blasting off the ceiling, he delivered a devastating shoulder-to-hip arc to the red-haired girl―― nay, to the masterful shinobi.

The impossibly fine, thread-like weapons proved to be lethally versatile, he scattered their oncoming threat through erratic trajectories. Such was the result of seeking a swift and decisive end to the bout, for every second the conflict raged on would only multiply the chances of being caught off guard.

With a single brutal motion, the blade bit into her left shoulder and carved diagonally across her torso, bisecting her very life with a monk’s robe cut―― or so it should have.

Girl: [――Hk.]

In an instant, the girl’s body sank into the floor as she gritted her teeth―― no, she had not sunk. Shredded to smithereens by her threads, the floor itself had come apart. Then, the girl’s body plunged into the basement ahead of Wilhelm, to which he gave pursuit.

Promptly extending his arm out, he wrenched out the sword that had immobilized the girl from the wall, securing his twin blades.

Though he had failed to sever the girl’s left shoulder, there was no mistaking that the wound was deep. What was truly formidable about shinobi was their vanishing act; the moment they slipped from sight, they became five or even ten times as troublesome than they had been visible.

All this to say――,

Girl & Wilhelm: [――This is where I take you down.]

And, without prior rehearsal, Wilhelm and the girl’s voices had overlapped.

As Wilhelm plunged into the gaping maw of darkness below, for but a moment he caught sight of glimmering filaments, reflected by the light shining through the darkness. ――The pit leading underground bristled with murderous threads, spun like a spider’s web.

The first move defended against Yae’s steel thread, the second move kicked away the floor he had cut up, the third move seized the floor she had sent flying back, and the fourth move slashed at her with the sword that had pierced through it―― just as he had declared at the outset, she was about to be killed in four moves.

Yae: [All these pesky old men…!]

The first elderly man that came to mind was the Vicious Old Man, who had the worst possible personality and was the closest to Yae, followed by the elderly giant who had tormented Al on the plains until he was on the verge of defeat, and finally, the Sword Demon, an elderly man who had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship despite his age. ――All of these elderly men were people who did not know how to grow old peacefully.

To begin with, it was the way of the world that one’s life could be extinguished at any moment. Nevertheless, the fact that they were still alive at such an old age meant that they had survived natural selection.

???: [That’s why old folks are so damn terrifyin’. If ya think old folks are weak and fragile, you’ll end up dyin’ before ya even get old yerself. Well, I’m kinda an exception to the exception, since I’m such a long-lived shinobi, but still…]

Her cheeks twitched as she was reminded of the loud laughter of the village chief, who had lived and survived a particularly harsh life.

As Yae’s dance approached completion, the Sword Demon was stained with his own blood, unable to completely defend against the relentless barrage of steel threads.

The sharp steel threads carved wounds into his legs, torso, shoulders, neck, cheeks, and forehead, and the Sword Demon was lured towards death as he bled.

However――,

Yae: [――What un~pleasant eyes.]

His eyes, filled with a terrifyingly serene aura of swordsmanship, did not dull his will to fight one bit.

Yae: [――――]

In addition to the steel threads wielded by both Yae’s hands and feet, there were also threads she had already spread throughout the basement.

It went without saying, but if one were to inadvertently touch the taut string with their arm or leg while being preoccupied with Yae’s actions, that limb would be lost, and if one’s neck or torso were to come into contact with it, one would simply lose their life.

For Wilhelm, this deep pit was now like the jaws of a Witchbeast he had jumped into without thinking, his flesh being torn by its teeth, its tongue lapping up his blood, and finally dropping into its stomach to dissolve his life. ――Yet his eyes were not those of one who pointlessly resisted in despair.

Therefore, as the Sword Demon fell helplessly, she was prepared for two attacks.

One was to kick off the wall of the hole and deliver a sword strike equivalent to the one that knocked Yae underground. The other was to throw his sword at Yae’s vital points, just as he had done above ground.

Whichever of the two options was chosen, the decision had to be made in the blink of an eye.

Yae: [――Tsk.]

Immediately after her extended black-clad feet drew a circle and inflicted three wounds on Wilhelm’s cheek, he swung his dual swords straight down and repelled the steel threads. The Sword Demon’s strong legs moved back rhythmically, and he planted his soles against the wall.

With the Sword Demon’s knees slightly bent, he gathered enough strength in his legs to launch himself through the air―― and at the last moment, he swung his arms and launched his two swords, surging towards Yae’s life.

Two silver streaks flashed through the air, but Yae dodged them with a series of dance-like movements.

Using the stretched threads as a foothold, she performed a somersault, the blade just barely passing between her thighs and the curve of her back, and emerged unscathed. Then, she struck the Sword Demon who flew after his blades with the steel threads attached to her feet.

With both of his swords gone and no way to defend himself against the steel threads, Wilhelm twisted his body and shielded his head, escaping the web of threads with minimal damage. However, Yae was already out of the way, and the unarmed Sword Demon could not reach her as she rebounded from the threads and escaped.

Wilhelm: [――OOOH!]

Wilhelm had kicked the wall, missing Yae, and landed on the opposite side of the cylindrical pit. There, the twin swords he had thrown earlier were stuck in the wall, and Wilhelm grabbed them and kicked the wall again.

Wilhelm pursued Yae, who had escaped diagonally upward, and took a path upward with the speed of a bullet. ――He leaped forward, kicked off the opposite wall, and flew toward the other wall. Repeating this over and over, he quickly caught up with Yae who was rising upwards in a dance-like motion.

Yae: [You’ve got to be kidding me… hk!]

Yae’s throat trembled in shock as Wilhelm pursued her with all his might.

He kicked the wall and ascended using a three-step jump. That was not surprising; Yae could do the same. What was unexpected was that Wilhelm was repeating this in a place where Yae’s hands had stretched out countless of her steel threads.

Naturally, if he flew without taking the time to check his surroundings carefully, there was a risk that he would hit a thread and be torn to pieces.

However, Wilhelm was not afraid. Why? ――Because when he had fallen through that space once before, he had noticed where the threads were, and he jumped up so as not to hit them.

That was his terrifying way of fighting, possessed of both an exceptionally keen sense of combat and powers of observation, as well as the unwavering determination to risk his life based on what he saw with his own eyes.

As the Sword Demon fluttered and dived boldly into the storm of silver threads, Yae had no choice but to reach for her trump card――,

Building momentum with her threads, Yae sprang high up, and reversing her stance, she extended all her arms and legs. She let loose steel threads from all twenty digits, entwined them with the threads she had previously placed, and drew in all four limbs.

Yae’s masterful Steel Thread Technique utilized entwining threads and the surrounding objects, and was even capable of binding over a hundred ruffians at once in forest combat. Taking that into account, Yae exerted all of her strength, to the point that it felt like all of the muscles and bones within her body would be torn asunder, and simultaneously pulled all the steel threads tight.

That instant, within the cylindrical hole that led underground, the torn steel threads ran amok.

With a mechanism similar to that of cutting a sausage with a string, Yae utilized the tensile strength of the strained steel wires being torn to completely and utterly ravage the space, a thread-rending onslaught of trajectory and magnitude that not even Yae herself could read.

Furthermore, thereupon――,

Yae: [――A capable maid always goes the extra mile!]

Witnessing the space below her crushed by the innumerable thread attacks, Yae brought the rings on both her hands to her mouth, kissing them. ――Immediately after, tongues of flames licked down the threads extending from the rings, and after a beat, the infernal flames exploded.

In addition to the berserking threads, a scorching hellfire that burned all to naught―― playing two of her trump cards, Yae’s merciless shinobi techniques engulfed the Sword Demon in a crimson radiance, scorching him to a crisp.

That instant, the Sword Demon burst through the explosive inferno, the glint of his blade slashing through to caress Yae mid-air.

Yae: [――Uh.]

Torso scythed by the flash of the honed sword, Yae spurred blood to helix in a manner different to her usual dance as she revolved through the air, having been unable to disperse the might of the blow; as eyes widened, she groaned in confusion regarding what had just occurred.

That which had occurred was clear. The enemy had survived both the tempest of steel threads, and the explosive flames that had followed. The question was, how in the world had he done it?

Wilhelm’s final leap had been straight upward, much unlike the trajectory of his previous leaps, where he kicked off the walls and flew diagonally. Thus, in order to achieve such a leap within the pit, he would have had no choice but to use the same method as Yae―― using the steel threads as a foothold, and jumping.

Yae: [How did you, my threads…]

Wilhelm: [You demonstrated it many a time. ――Your threads are terrifyingly sharp weapons, but with a specific angle and application of force, they can be used to bind without cutting.]

Wilhelm’s answer was accurate, having fully seen through the properties of Yae’s steel threads.

What was strange was that he had seen through it in such a short time whilst amidst the heat of battle, and that he had not hesitated in his decision to risk his life on something for which he possessed no definite evidence.

Another baffling matter was――,

Yae: [Then, the fire?]

Wilhelm: [I cut it.]

Receiving a terribly blunt answer to which nothing could be argued, Yae breathed an exasperated sigh.

In all likelihood, he was telling no fib. The response had simply been that bold.

——At this moment, Yae Tenzen made a miscalculation in her assessment.

That was the fact that she had estimated the credibility of the information to be around half accurate based on Heinkel’s opinion. And above all, the fact that since the battle against the White Whale, the subjugation of Sloth, and the siege of the Watergate City, all of which Yae had investigated, Wilhelm’s skills had only continued to be honed. This was something Yae had no means of knowing, but he was once again reaching the levels he had achieved during the prime of his active duty―― the age in which he had defeated the Sword Saint.

Spoiler: 9/27

With a cross-shaped swing, the twin swords carved a decisive wound into their opponent.

Bleeding from countless shallow wounds that covered his entire body―― Wilhelm was unable to hide his frustration at his own poor sword skills.

Wilhelm: [――Weak.]

What poured out from behind his clenched teeth was disappointment and frustration toward his aging and worn-out self.

As time passed and he grew old, he felt so ashamed of his own inadequacy that he wanted to hide his face. If he had been a poet or an artist, the accumulated years would have become knowledge and skill, and his words and brushstrokes would have become more refined, reaching heights he could never have achieved in his youth.

However, that was not the case for a swordsman.

The passage of time had made him feel his age, and had only intensified his passion, leaving him with no excuses. His strength, skill, and speed were nothing compared to when he was at his peak.

――And, that was simply frustrating.

After all, a sword cannot choose its wielder.

Then, it was only natural that those who wield swords had no excuse. ――No, in this world, there was a sword that chose its wielders.

Hence why, the one chosen by that sword stood atop a world without excuses.

――That was precisely why Wilhelm Trias, who could not use his advancing age and declining condition as an excuse, had to defeat this opponent with his own hands at any cost.

Wilhelm: [――――]

Regardless of Wilhelm’s self-assessment, the battle where he demonstrated his most formidable swordsmanship in decades came to an end, and the formidable shinobi was defeated.

Among all the shinobi Wilhelm had faced, she was undoubtedly the most skilled.

It was impossible to imagine how much training the girl had undergone to reach such heights, but there were no consolation prizes in the world of combat. ――That was the cruelest aspect of the way of the sword.

Wilhelm remained on guard in response. However, he was certain from the feeling of his sword that it was impossible to counterattack from that position.

He had wielded the sword for fifty years now, and during that time, he had danced with death in countless life-risking battles and reaped the lives of numerous opponents.

All the past experiences of bloodshed and taken lives were telling Wilhelm the exact depth of the wounds he had inflicted on his opponent.

Wilhelm: [――――]

Therefore, no matter how much the girl tried to hint with her deceitful gaze at still having some kind of trump card up her sleeve, Wilhelm saw through it as the desperate bluff it was and did not stop his ceaseless approach.

Wilhelm: [I do not know the details of the situation either, but it would be best for you to stop resisting and us not to fight any longer. Soon, Al-dono shall be held in custody too.]

Seeing through her bluff, Wilhelm attempted to stop the girl from pointlessly resisting any further.

Only, the building on the receiving end of the Divine Dragon’s calamitous strike was ruthlessly demolished, the dragonclaws thoroughly crushing everything inside――,

Divine Dragon: [――You’ve gotta be kidding me!]

That was a voice of absolute shock, spilling from the mouth of the Divine Dragon who had perpetrated that merciless act of destruction.

Sharpening its golden eyes, the Divine Dragon surveyed the interior of the building it had thrown its arm into, and faced with the result of its relentless demolishment, it expressed its astonishment.

That was only natural. ――The Divine Dragon’s claws, tougher and sharper than most of the blades in this world, had been severed, torn off, and reduced to dust.

And, as for the one who had done that――,

Heinkel: [――Esteemed Father.]

Taking a stance with their twin swords in the half-destroyed building, was the being who had just fended off the Divine Dragon’s claws.

The Sword Demon, Wilhelm van Astrea.

Parrying the dragonclaws, barely managing to repel them as both his arms went numb, Wilhelm proclaimed his gratitude to Felt, who had informed him of the looming threat.

A thread bound to her neck, Felt had been hung up in the air. ――Whilst in a situation in which her own life had been in danger, she had nevertheless commanded Wilhelm to ready himself, rather than seek his help.

Thanks to her, he had managed to take a defensive stance by the skin of his teeth.

???: [Nah, normally, that ain’t something you can stop even if you react in time!]

And, in regards to Wilhelm’s deep emotions, the one to raise their voice was the enormous body standing outside the manor―― a presence so fearsome and mystical that many would prostrate themselves upon merely laying eyes on them, an individual harboring absolute power.

The imposing form of the Divine Dragon Volcanica, had been peering into the mansion from outside.

Wilhelm: [――Then I shall have no other choice but to consider you the same as my foolish son, puppeted by sweet words.]

Stating thus, Wilhelm held his twin swords at the ready, squaring off against the Divine Dragon Volcanica.

The numbness that had arisen from repelling the first strike had faded from his hands. But, if that was an example of a volley, merely three more exchanges would suffice in wresting his sword away from him. Either evasion, or parrying to a much higher degree.

Volcanica: [Don’t move, Lil’ Miss Felt. I’m not confident in being able to have a soft touch on this.]

Sparing a minimal amount of his focus upon her, Wilhelm observed every single action of Volcanica’s. Their position, likewise, was that of having rushed to the shinobi girl’s rescue. With their figure having been sighted already, before long the commotion would magnify, and their freedom to fight would be limited. ――This, too, would be a short yet decisive bout.

Volcanica: [Technically, even if decayed, I’m a Dragon of legend, yeah? Shouldn’t you be looking into options other than fighting?]

Wilhelm: [Unfortunately, I was just thinking that now is the time in which I must once more surpass a legend. My deepest apologies for making use of this convenience, but please endure my company.]

However, akin to the saving of the Kingdom, of the world, Wilhelm possessed an important duty he needed to fulfill through his sword. ――An important duty, one impossible to fulfill with any means but the sword.

Naught else, did Wilhelm know. ――Naught, but the way to return the Sword Saint to being human.

Henceforth, for this blade of his, he sought swordsmanship akin to that which he held in the past―― nay, swordsmanship greater than even that, and challenged the Dragon. All for the sake of surpassing the legend that eclipsed legends, awaiting him beyond that point.

Wilhelm: [――Sword Demon, Wilhelm Trias.]

Volcanica: [――Divine Dragon, Volcanica.]

Simultaneous with their declarations, both sprung into action. ――By sword’s shimmer and dragon’s claws, all notions of sound were consigned to oblivion.

Spoiler: 9/28

The Sword Demon’s twin swords capered, and the Divine Dragon’s dragonclaws stirred up a gale whilst moving to intercept.

Reigning supreme over all other existences, Dragons were born as ultimate lifeforms; the Divine Dragon, possessing abilities outstanding even among that species, its talons, its fangs, its scales, all were artefacts that ought be considered sacred treasures of nature.

Upon each occasion the tremendous power it concealed was brandished, the wind would raise death throes, the heavens would be rent asunder, the world carrying a newfound heat would be perceivable. Even basking in a single direct hit, would make the continuation of combat unfeasible.

A method to prevent those dreadful sacred treasures from being wielded to the fullest, indeed resided within the Sword Demon.

Maintaining that girl to the rear, the Sword Demon positioned himself such that she would get caught up in the destruction wrought by the Divine Dragon.

By doing so, the Divine Dragon, fearing harm may befall the dame for whatever reason, was made unable to display its full strength, thus alleviating the footsteps of death’s dominion from encroaching upon the Sword Demon, to some extent.

Ergo――,

Sword Demon: [――――]

The Sword Demon abandoned his position of keeping the girl to his back, and personally closed his distance with death’s dominion.

To a rampaging tempest of destruction and annihilation he exposed his own self, nary a lifeline save the dual implements of steel seized in both his hands, and threw himself towards the precipice of doom, with even the slightest of missteps meaning his life would be forfeit.

By using the battleground to one’s favor, by taking advantage of the opponent’s emotions, it was indeed possible to edge towards victory.

But, that was inelegant. And beyond being inelegant, it was extremely impertinent, unbeneficial, and futile. ――A victory stolen through underhanded means, rather than skill, to make up for swordsmanship that was lacking, what value could such a thing possibly hold here and now?

At the raging blow of a swordlike wind, the dragon’s claw, peeled and sliced off, danced through the air. Cramped. In order to swing his swords, in order for the Divine Dragon to wield its tail and fangs to the fullest, this battleground was far too cramped. The Sword Demon’s heels exploding, his shimmering swords flashed at a speed that consigned all notions of sound and wind to oblivion, piercing into the chest of the Divine Dragon, and causing the space around them to burst asunder.

A Dragon’s scales, their hardness was greatly influenced by the aggregate amount of Mana possessed by the individual.

The mightier and longer-lived the Dragon, the more robust and tenacious they grew; henceforth, in regards to the Divine Dragon who reigned supreme over all others, its draconic scales were of a hardness that surpassed even diamond.

Against those diamond dragonscales, the Sword Demon relentlessly swung his steel, repeating attacks of the striking, slashing, and stabbing variety. Even after all that, the steel in his grip was in prime condition―― specially prepared for the Sword Demon to accomplish his goal, the twin swords Trias were a masterpiece of the same swordsmith that had forged the renowned blade Astrea, with which he bore a deep connection.

Their handles fit comfortably in his hands, and integrating their weight with his body, the swords’ shimmer traded blows with diamond, still unchipped――,

In regards to the Sword Demon’s furious onslaught, the Divine Dragon was not one to allow itself to be ravaged unceasingly like such.

Even if the mind concealed within was not the original, there was no hesitation in exerting the abilities of what could be called the strongest dragonhusk in the world; thus the Divine Dragon manifested might on the level of a natural disaster as if elementary.

To transform the shape of the world, to append unto reality any conclusion in accordance to what it deigned, forcing its showing upon the stage, was the right bestowed upon the Divine Dragon by Od Lagna, unmistakably.

A roar shattered the sky, dragonclaws cleaved the earth. Dragonscales repelled the Sword Demon’s fullest wroth a hundred times over, and the draconic aura emitted from the entirety of its body stained the Royal Capital’s atmosphere in the hue of the Divine Dragon.

The tail slammed down, striking the aged Sword Demon true. ――Nay, the Sword Demon had thrust the tip of his sword into the tail to evade the strike, before immediately dashing up its length, drawing near to the throat. An intercepting roar. Light torn to smithereens head-on, a decapitating glint flashed. With the dragonscales on its shoulders it deflected, instantly poising itself to go again―― the clash began anew.

Sword Demon: [――――]

Unfurled wings becoming as if blades, the Divine Dragon ushered in a gusty storm of swords that carved up the Royal Capital. As the Sword Demon slipped through that gale, the former drawing a band of blood, the tail slammed to align with his trajectory, carving with it death’s dominion. At the echoing tremors of demise, the Sword Demon’s body was furiously blown backwards. A direct hit―― falsehood, as upon perceiving its unavoidable nature, the Sword Demon had aligned himself with the revolution of the tail, and from his fingertips, his ankles, his knees, his hips, his lumbar, his ribs, his shoulders, his neck, and the top of his head, he released all strength, allowing the lethal impact to pass through his entire body, as he flew, and flew, and flew.

Slamming through one, two, three buildings, the Sword Demon drove his sword into the ground, and lifted his visage. His fighting spirit was not shaken in the slightest. Thereupon, the Divine Dragon’s breath took the form of a corona, and drew near.

Sword Demon: [――――]

A flash of swordly shimmer, the Sword Demon cleaved through the breath’s cusp, forcing his body through the meagre gap that had only been formed, and reached salvation from the scorching light, waiting in the open air. Then did the Divine Dragon beat its wings, swooping down to mercilessly snap its maw at the Sword Demon.

Dragonfangs, boasting durability and sharpness that exceeded even that of draconic claws, moved to sink into the flesh of the Sword Demon. Perfectly aligning the tips of both his swords together, the Sword Demon created a support brace that prevented the jaws from snapping shut. Supposing he had instead aimed the tips of the swords towards the maxilla and mandible respectively, the jaw would have closed, crunching his life to naught.

It was his sense of smell that rejected Death―― nay, his avariciousness to seize victory that had prevented that, thus prolonging his life.

With the Sword Demon captured in its unclosing maw, the Divine Dragon abandoned its efforts to plunder his life by means of its fangs―― giving a powerful click of its tongue, the Dragon gave birth to an explosion within that space and struck the Sword Demon’s body true.

Sword Demon: [――――]

As blood spurt forth from ears left and right, his ruptured eardrums, and the semicircular canals within, each quivered. Gnashing his teeth, the Sword Demon stood his ground as the Dragon’s tongue extended to strike him, launching him outside its maw―― out towards the high skies of the Royal Capital, defenseless.

The Dragon greatly inflated its lungs to ready a breath, the release of which would give rise to tremendous damage to the sprawling Royal Capital below, shattering the endeavor to abstain from killing―― no, the Noble District directly below had been evacuated.

Somebody, having established this place as a battlefield beforehand, had evacuated every residence liable to being caught up in the damage, thus constructing this arena. He regarded that skillfulness with admiration, and gratitude.

Sword Demon: [――――]

The breath unleashed was greater and more sweltering than before, blitzing towards the Sword Demon as infernal heat.

The Sword Demon, unable to even look straight at the white light as he was, and possessing not the wings or the methods with which to resist the force of gravity, would have no choice but receive the blast directly―― that instant, below the Sword Demon as he revolved his body midair, a foothold hastened.

Sword Demon: [――――]

One of the buildings the Sword Demon had slammed through, before ascending to the sky; the tall time tower intercepted the path of the plummeting old swordsman, functioning as a foothold for the Sword Demon. Bending his knees, the Sword Demon landed on the tower, held his twin swords tightly, and gazed to the sky. ――Across the breath, the Sword Demon and Divine Dragon exchanged glances, and that instant, a beautiful flash of sword clashed head-on with the white light.

Sword Demon: [――――]

A chain of sounds akin to water’s surface being flicked, to the shattering of fragile glass, and the corona was split asunder from within.

The Divine Dragon’s breath, it was. And in it dwelled both the power and the right to engulf the many things it collided with, flaying their outer layers, and stripping off the profound to lay them bare. Nevertheless, the Sword Demon had ignored all that to his heart’s content as it was thrust before him, cleaving through the light with a brandish of his blades.

――As something truly pure, allowing no interference from the wicked, the sword flash beautifully bisected all.

Sword Demon: [――――]

As the breath, severed as it was, radiated across the surface, it demolished the Noble District of the Royal Capital, leveling it flat.

The tower stood on by the Sword Demon, which had become the epicenter of the explosion, and the crimson mansion under the protection of the Divine Dragon, were the only things to have escaped direct harm, but aught else had learned the tremendous degree of the Dragon’s power.

The aftershock of the white light had stained the Sword Demon with white soot, jumping off the crumbling tower, and the Divine Dragon flapped its wings, still continuing to exert its hostility from the heavens; between ground and sky, their gazes crossed.

And then――,

Sword Demon: [――――]

As swordly aura, surging forth rather than reaching its limit, and draconic pressure, compelling aught to surrender, clashed anew, all living things in the Royal Capital of Lugunica, organic or not, shuddered.

A raging gale, the savage roar by the Divine Dragon unleashed.

Stabbing the tip of his sword into the Dragon’s ire as it immolated the world white, he sliced it apart; as ever, there, beyond the cleared vision, did he witness the bloodcurdling remorses into which he would need to cut.

――Again. Indubitably, that had been a stanza of a battle that would go on to be told in legend.

The battle unfolding between Sword Demon and Divine Dragon amounted to a back and forth bout with a score of factors at its conception, pitting the tempered swordsmanship of steel against the power of an apex lifeform by birth.

In the Royal Capital, the area of the Noble District that had become a battleground had been leveled, the collapsed buildings and pulverized streets telling of how tremendous the clash between those individuals present in the same domain, unreachable to any ordinary person, was.

Even considering their body size, the presence or absence of footing, and the trading of their decisive blows, the sword’s shimmer and the draconic presence were evenly matched.

A battle between Dragon and man, in the current world, was a fight to the death of such rarity that whether it would be possible to witness one such event in the span of a hundred months, or even years, was impossible to know; and yet, astonishingly, this made it twice the Sword Demon met a Dragon in battle.

The gist of that, was karma, karma that could not be explained by anything but the fact that he had continued to desire and tread foot upon the most dangerous battlefields in this world, and that the large something that governed fate had continued to provision the Sword Demon with worthy enemies.

Considering the preconditions, the Sword Demon had been at an overwhelming disadvantage going into this fight.

The slashes of the Sword Demon’s twin swords could not pierce the tenacious scales of the Divine Dragon, whereas the Divine Dragon’s claws and fangs would easily pluck the Sword Demon’s life from his flesh with as much as the slightest graze.

The Sword Demon had continued to evade them with techniques employing the most strenuous of his efforts, but he would eventually reach his limit. ――In theory, that would be so.

But, just who could possibly imagine the sight of the Sword Demon, stained in blood, covered in white soot, swinging his swords as his back was scorched, using up the last of his strength as he succumbed to the Divine Dragon’s talon.

The bloodcurdling visage of the Sword Demon, the swordly aura so intense that merely being exposed to it from head to toe would cause one to feel as though the edge of a blade had been trained to their life, the swordsmanship hot on the heels of the prime in which he had once defeated the Sword Saint; all of them refuted the natural reality, instilling onlookers with the manifestation of irrational hope and expectation.

Now, in this moment, the impossibility of imagining a future in which the figure of the Sword Demon would be laid low by the Divine Dragon, was the same as that. ――In witnessing the Sword Demon’s way of being, people would end up finding hope.

So long as there remained a desired scenery for that sword to cut through to, it would instill the belief that it not being reached was not a possibility.

Ergo, the battle between Sword Demon and Divine Dragon was at a deadlock, with the two involved, each unable to discover a winning move, having been constantly ascertaining how they could excel their opponent in this life or death bout.

――That was why, the progression of the bout between individuals transcendent, was performed by neither Sword Saint nor Divine Dragon.

Spoiler: 9/29

But, he could not. He could not do that. ――As Wilhelm van Astrea swung his sword, how could Heinkel Astrea attempt to avert his gaze?

Heinkel: [――――]

As the aged body of the Sword Demon flourished with vigorous motion, he challenged the Divine Dragon that towered over him with a build several tens of times his size; evading the borderline of death many times, he delivered innumerable sword strikes that seemed to chip away at the dragonscales.

Encroach, leap, brandish, parry, posture maintenance, bodyweight transfer, vision guidance, applied technique, utilization of obstacles; the ultimate swordsman who made use of everything to elevate his swordsmanship―― beyond any shadow of a doubt, Wilhelm, wielding his swords against the Dragon, was the strongest swordsman Heinkel knew.

For not even an instant, could he take his eyes off that Sword Demon’s exquisite performance.

Catching his breath, forgetting to blink, to the point that even the beating of his heart felt as if it were a hindrance, he was enchanted by the numerous sword flashes.

‘Twas nothing so elegant or polished as the likes of a sword dance. The nature of the Sword Demon, who sought to cut deep into the lives of his opponents from whatever angle necessary, was more uncouth; violence akin to a beast’s instincts.

The violence would be turned to drive, sublimated from drive to technique, finally arriving at the legend vying against the Divine Dragon.

――In Wilhelm’s figure as he traded blows with the Divine Dragon, Heinkel caught glimpses of countless battlefields.

Of the Watergate City, of the figure crossing swords with the youthful form of Theresia van Astrea.

Of the Lifaus Plains, of the figure swinging its sword against the mighty foe known as the White Whale so that he could take revenge for his wife.

Of the Commercial City, of the figure lopping off a mighty head of the Three-Headed Blight Dragon, dominating the skies.

Of the same Commercial City, of the figure carving its name into history as it clashed with the Eight-Arms Kurgan, strongest of the Empire.

Of the Royal Castle Lugunica, of the figure dispossessing Sword Saint Theresia van Astrea of her sword.

Of the Demi-Human War, of the blood-stained figure sentencing numerous enemies to fodder for its blade, who would go on to be called the Sword Demon.

Of countless other battlefields, of the figure that had come to bring about victory through its sword as the greatest sword wielder; Heinkel perceived all in Wilhelm’s current figure.

And concurrently, he understood. ――As things were proceeding, the Divine Dragon would be defeated.

The Divine Dragon would lose. After all, its opponent was the Sword Demon, who had decided on victory.

Heinkel: [――――]

Alas, Heinkel’s eyes could not perceive the upper limits of the Sword Demon’s and Divine Dragon’s strength.

Just as how those who stood upon the ground could not be sure of the scenery present above the clouds, even supposing there had unfolded a scenery beyond their wildest imaginations, they would never get to lay their eyes upon it.

Hence, there was no other choice but to put his shoddy imagination to work, and envision it. ――Thus, in the world conjured by Heinkel Astrea’s meagre imagination, the Divine Dragon would succumb to the blade of the Sword Demon.

Considering the preconditions, the Divine Dragon had been at an overwhelming advantage going into this fight.

Even as Heinkel saw it, the Sword Demon’s blades pierced not the Divine Dragon’s scales, and even after many attempted assaults, a decisive blow had yet to be delivered. Conversely, each and every one of the Divine Dragon’s attacks were lethal, such that even a graze a few millimeters deep would rob the Sword Demon of his life, scattering his corpse to the battlefield.

Heinkel understood those preconditions. ――Even so, his vision of the Sword Demon winning went unshaken.

There was no logic to it. Logic and reason were not things that could surpass the Sword Saint. That was to say, the strength of the Sword Demon, who had once bested the Sword Saint, went beyond logic and reason.

The strength to deliver the tip of his sword to that beyond resided within the Sword Demon, and so――,

Heinkel: [――It’s no good.]

That indisputable, worst-case scenario, was unacceptable for Heinkel’s course.

Were he to triumph over the Divine Dragon here, the Sword Demon would likely move to challenge the Sword Saint next. Then, just as he had bested the previous-generation Sword Saint, he would triumph over the current-generation Sword Saint―― over Reinhard.

Heinkel: [――Ah.]

Looking at his hands, the sword was in the same position. Nevertheless, the reason Wilhelm had been able to turn around was because he had twisted his body, forcibly removing himself from the sword piercing his torso.

Naturally, blood would flow once a sword was removed from a wound. And if it had been forced out, the wound would have expanded.

But, the Sword Demon had removed the blade himself. After all, had he not done so, he would have been unable to turn around.

Wilhelm: […Heinkel.]

Leaving Heinkel speechless with that outrageous deed, Wilhelm called to him again.

His throat clogging up, Wilhelm gulped down the rising blood, ensuring his voice would be unclouded. However, he had sustained wounds across his body from his duels with Yae and the Divine Dragon, so having also received a deep wound from Heinkel, his body was already losing a fatal amount of blood.

Sure enough, having lost the support of the sword piercing his body, Wilhelm’s knees collapsed.

Heinkel: [F-Fathe… Dad…]

In the spur of the moment, Heinkel reached out his hands to prop up that collapsing body. But, to the contrary, Heinkel’s outstretched hand was grasped, unexpectedly pulling him close.

As Heinkel’s cheeks stiffened at the physical strength unthinkable for one who had lost so much blood, on the verge of death, Wilhelm regarded him with eyes from which strength would by no means fade――,

 

[MrTayman616]

Peak returns in 10 minutes.

 

[Gigi_4_life]

Tappei cooked, the usual

Spoiler: ARC 9 CHAPTER 30

I wonder who's name was spit out by Roy (also why can Roy spit out names while Lye, on the verge of death against Ram, never attempted to use it to save his own life, perhaps Roy is more knowledgeable than Lye on how to use his own authority) and why does Al know he can do that... he really has some strange connection with Gluttony, as even in arc 5 he was familiar with their ability requiring the name of the person

Emilia... yeah

I wonder who is Al's worst enemy... Clind or Omega? Maybe Halibel since he's going to Kararagi but idk

 

[VortechsTG]

Spoiler: ARC 9 CHAPTER 30

I wonder who's name was spit out by Roy

Al

 

[Zabazab]

Tappei cooked, the usual

Spoiler: ARC 9 CHAPTER 30

I wonder who's name was spit out by Roy (also why can Roy spit out names while Lye, on the verge of death against Ram, never attempted to use it to save his own life, perhaps Roy is more knowledgeable than Lye on how to use his own authority)

But Rye did know how to spit out Names? He did it in the same chapter he died in, threw up his meals because he loved Ram so much that only she seemed gourmet to him now. Narration even makes a point to say that he had been rash when he threw away what he consumed, and that if he had kept the remarkable genius of the Fist King he may have figured out a path of survival.

 

[Gigi_4_life]

But Rye did know how to spit out Names? He did it in the same chapter he died in, threw up his meals because he loved Ram so much that only she seemed gourmet to him now. Narration even makes a point to say that he had been rash when he threw away what he consumed, and that if he had kept the remarkae genius of the Fist King he may have figured out a path of survival.

True lol I forgor

 

[Zabazab]

Sitting on a Clind page because he pretty much has no illustrations that look good for a profile. Closest is one in Golden Siblings but ughhh still doesn't look super-good. I have the same issue with Marcos. OUATIL II will be translated soon enough so that's on my list, same as how Clind is about to be important in Arc 9, with Petra using him as her joker.

 

[Zabazab]

Side story translations for Guardians of the Crimson Flame (sequel to Pride, Prejudice, and Zombies), Once Upon a Time in Lugunica II After (shop special taking place after OUATIL2), and First Mission After (shop special taking place after First Mission).

 

[Gigi_4_life]

Spoiler: GUARDIANS OF THE CRIMSON FLAME

Seems like the "Aggressor of the Territory" is a bug in Al's authority that happens when he loses confidence or doesn't have a sense of duty... which honestly just screams Al=Pride to me (His authority gets affected when his pride is damaged kind of, well this is a horrible wording but I hope you get the point!), arc 9 has also, imo, been pushing Al=Pride with the Stride joke and Al believing he cannot lose

Spoiler: GUARDIANS OF THE CRIMSON FLAME

Al: [――Aggressor of the Territory.]

Existing within the activation of Al’s cheat technique―― his Authority, that was a unique definition.

The forfeit of confidence, the deficiency of a sense of duty. Al had analyzed that those were the causes, but just a bit earlier, the subjectivity of Al’s Authority had wavered, causing a situation in which the initiative would frequently shift between Victim and Aggressor.

Ever since he had resolved to make Priscilla the Monarch, that had ceased all wavering. ――That was, until he had to engage in mortal combat in order to stop Yae.

The Crimson Sakura, Yae Tenzen, had been strong. ――She had given an overwhelming sense of weakness to Al, whose resolve ought to have been hardened, to the extent that she had ended up becoming trapped in the position of Aggressor of the Territory.

What could be described as nothing more than a bug of his Authority, the activation of an inescapable loop. Engulfed by the phenomenon that had effloresced even the deluded obsessions of Leip Barielle, Yae had managed to escape meeting the same fate that Leip had, but she had come to know “terror”.

Spoiler: ARC 9 THEORY

This makes me think that perhaps Al won't showcase the Aggressor Role until the very end of the arc or something like that, a scenario in which he's truly desperate

 

[VortechsTG]

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[Zabazab]

Figured out how do deal with the situation of Wilhelm improving his skills without making an unnecessary third key. We can just change Old | Young, to Withered | Prime. Withered covers Wilhelm in Arc 3-5, Prime covers Wilhelm in Ex2, Ex3, Ex6, & Arc 9. Awakened remains as part of his Prime key, which he tapped into in Ex2, Ex6, and Arc 9.

 

[Pepsiman25th]

chap 31 out

 

[Gigi_4_life]

It was good (the usual)

 

[Pepsiman25th]

would be crazy if arc 10 was Subaru back in his own world and it turns into some romance comedy

 

[Zabazab]

New chapter was good. Clind is finally important after 11 years of buildup.

Spoiler: 9/32

So Clind's teleportation is in fact the "compression of space and time", he fast-travels by essentially erasing the distance travelled and the time required to travel. But this can seriously upset Od Lagna as large-scale compression of space-time can damage the world. So, Clind needs to bribe Od Lagna with "possibilities." I wonder if, when Roswaal paid Clind "magics" to use the Authority, did he give up the "possibility" of Roswaal inventing those magics in the future?

Anyways we finally get confirmation that Clind's Authority is born from his Witch Factor of Tristitia. Maybe Hektor will be mentioned in a line or two this year! In any case we basically already knew this with the extremely heavy-handed foreshadowing and basic logical deduction.

Also, hopefully this line kills attempts to use a 2014 askFM answer to scale Reinhard to the cosmology.

However, Od Lagna was an incredibly large mass of power, and in a sense, it was something that was in a different league to the pinnacle of power such as the 『Sword Saint』, 『Divine Dragon』, or the 『Witch of Envy』.

 

[MrTayman616]

Clind is finally important after 11 years of buildup.

For real lmao.

Spoiler

I was surprised about the Od Lagna statement since author had claimed differently.

But Author said "if there was a fight" iirc. Reinhard is chosen by the world, so maybe that's why it's one sided as it won't do anything to him rather than can't?

 

[MrTayman616]

New chapter was good.

Chapters are released fast rn.

Is something bad or a plot twist coming soon?

 

[Zabazab]

Snip

The wording was like "Od Lagna isn't really a life-form with a will, so it doesn't usually fight anyone. It's like the sun. Reinhard would win if they fought, though."

Chapters are released fast rn.

This pace is normal. Chapters come out quickly before the next volume, then there's a break, then chapters come back again.

 

[MrTayman616]

This pace is normal. Chapters come out quickly before the next volume, then there's a break, then chapters come back again.

I only count the days a Re:Zero chapter is released, so it's kinda fast for me.

The wording was like "Od Lagna isn't really a life-form with a will, so it doesn't usually fight anyone. It's like the sun. Reinhard would win if they fought, though."

Thanks.

Yeah, i think it's gonna be situational because of the state of Od Lagna. Maybe not though :d

Spoiler

Maybe Petra's wrong :d. Would it count as Narrator or based on Petra?

 

[Trxyway]

Spoiler

Maybe Petra's wrong :d. Would it count as Narrator or based on Petra?

We can cope

 

[Zabazab]

Wilhelm Skillslop

Spoiler: Withered

Wilhelm has 50 years of combat experience as a master swordsman, making him a superhuman even among superhumans.[44] He is able to anticipate his opponents attacks by watching the movements of their eyes, feeling their hostility, reading how they breathe as they aim[7]— countering with perfect timing even if the attacks are invisible. Anyone other than a lower-grade opponent can, with skill, brush off Shamak,[45] which severs one's the senses from the world. More skilled than Hornet, who easily detected and would have killed a younger Arakiya, despite her body being merged with the wind and being invisible.[16] Wilhelm has superhuman, god-like combat capabilities that make it possible to dodge[7] 30+ invisible arms— which even Julius, who can react to invisible attacks on instinct,[13] was unable to detect— just by reacting to the effect the arms had on the dirt in the air. When the number of arms increased further, Wilhelm still faced Petelgeuse and his Unseen Hand by himself, battling the invisible arms which could freely alter their range, direction, and overwhelm the enemy with numbers; by moving beyond the limits of his vision, swaying, accelerating, flipping, toying with his enemy,[46] and drawing ever closer to victory. Those on the level of Wilhelm and Theresia are masters whose skill surpassed the realm of mere humans.[18] Garfiel freaked out after Wilhelm showed him just a fragment of the summit of strength[47] he is aiming for. He is on the undead Theresia's level, who possesses such supreme skill that she can steal away the function a person's leg[2] without doing any unnecessary destruction, only having the barest amount of blood on her sword.

Spoiler: Prime

Wilhelm is capable of recognizing the strategy of his opponents[40] when even his commanding officer can't. He was already the greatest swordsman of the domain[34] at just 14 years old, his skill already surpassed 15 normal youths combined[34] before he had ever seen live combat. To prove his skills, Wilhelm fought in an arena against 40 of the most elite warriors the kingdom had to offer,[54] some being his own extraordinary comrades,[54] and defeated every last one of them with hardly a scratch.[54] Wilhelm's skills matched evenly against Kurgan's, the strongest warrior from the southern empire, depite Kurgan having a superior build, four weapons, and eight arms.[35] He countered Kurgan's simultaneous attacks from multiple directions, despite being airborne,[35] by allowong his bones to be broken in exchange for slicing off one of Kurgan's arms. In their rematch, Wilhelm made use of the cityscape to lay down his offensive, his agility allowing him to evade attacks that would kill him if they snagged just a shred of clothing.[32] With his monstrous skill, Wilhelm struck the same spot of Kurgan's cleavers repeatedly as their blades clashed, finally shattering a weapon.[32] Wilhelm's skills in his old age, prior to honing himself once more, were inferior to when he was in his prime.[20]

After the battle for the Watergate City of Priestella, Wilhelm honed his swordsmanship and regained skills comparable to what he was capable of in his prime,[23] in the age when he had been the Kingdom's sword. Wilhelm has a terrifying way of fighting, possessed of both an exceptionally keen sense of combat and powers of observation, as well as the unwavering determination to risk his life[23] based on what he saw with his own eyes. When the floor that he had kicked away rebounded towards him with twice the speed and force, he voided all of its power by stabbing the dead center of its mass with surgical precision,[23] a feat of genius in the realm of the divine. In a single short battle, using just his observations, he figured out the nature of Yae's steel threads, kicking off of them at the precise angle with the right force to use them as a foothold[23] and escape from an unavoidable storm of steel threads in a confined space.[23] Wilhelm's swordsmanship is so refined that even when faced with fiery explosions in a confined space,[23] he neutralized them by simply cutting them.[23]

Spoiler: Zenith

At the rare pinnacle of Wilhelm's swordsmanship, which he reached only in moments of extreme emotion or pressure, Wilhelm displayed a level of skill that could be described as placing a foot down[32] on the steps towards the Heavenly Sword, the apex of technique that many warriors strive towards. Wilhelm makes use of everything to elevate his swordsmanship– encroaching, leaping, brandishing, parrying, maintaining posture, transfering bodyweight, guiding vision, applying technique, utilizing obstacles–[42] his nature being akin to a beast's uncouth violence; the violence turned to drive, the drive sublimated to technique, and finally arriving at the status of legendary. Wilhelm's transcendental swordsmanship embodies all of the battlefields he has fought upon: his experiences against the strongest opponents[42] of his era honing his blade.

It was at this pinnacle that Wilhelm's blade surpassed Theresia's, despite it being impossible for anyone to achieve in a lifetime or even an eternity.[34] As the Sword Saint, Theresia stood at the pinnacle of swordsmanship,[55] and she possessed flawless battle instincts, regardless of whether it's a holy sword, enchanted sword, or even the Dragon Sword itself, no steel would not lay bare in her hands.[28] To even the skilled warriors of the Kingdom, all Theresia sees in their fighting styles are imperfections.[28] When the soldiers’ mistakes are pointed out to them by her one by one, they would eventually correct themselves. However, from Theresia’s perspective, although the way of fixing those faults may be correct, it was never enough. Without even turning around, she caught Wilhelm's silent surprise attack at her back[55] with just two fingers. She thought Wilhelm's swordsmanship was lacking[28] in his younger days, despite him already being the most skilled swordsman in the Kingdom. Theresia's ability to intuitively grasp her opponents most vulnerable point and see white rays drawn out by the Sword God which inevitably lead to death, had no effect on Wilhelm,[28] as his swordsmanship unconsciously severed those rays.

 

[Gigi_4_life]

New chapter!

 

[MrTayman616]

New chapter!

It was good as always.

 

[Gigi_4_life]

bro wtf the lore drops not even 2 minutes in

 

[Zabazab]

Quotes I find significant from Emilia vs Al

Spoiler: 9/25

Aldebaran: [――. Yo, what a coincidence to run into you here, miss――]

Laboring to select the words for his first vocalization, Aldebaran opened his mouth.

But, unfortunately for the effort he had spent to select those first words, it had been meaningless.

That was because――,

Aldebaran: [――Hk.]

Halfway through Aldebaran’s utterance, which aimed to examine his opponent’s approach, Emilia pitched forward, ushering an explosion of the snow accumulated by her feet, her silver hair fluttering as she kicked off the ground.

Amidst his snow-blanketed vision, directly after he perceived the glisten of her fluttering silver hair――,

Emilia: [Hiyaah!!]

――Sparing no measure, a gauntlet of ice was driven directly into Aldebaran’s solar plexus.

Emilia: [Hiyaah!!]

Diving in without so much as listening to a word, she drove a strike carrying every fiber of her being into Al’s solar plexus. ――All of this was in accordance with the instructions of Otto, who had dispatched Emilia here.

Otto: [Please suppress the urge to listen to the opponent’s pleas or side of the story. All of that can be sorted out in due time, but for now we must ensure the opposing side does not play their hand.]

Otto, who had urged Emilia onward as she bolted out, had been invoking his Divine Protection of the Soul of Language to trace the whereabouts of Al and his accomplices, causing his already pale complexion to blanch into the deathly pallor of a man beset by illness.

She did not want him to be reckless. But, when it came time to do so, there would be no other choice but to be reckless. Emilia, too, did not live in a way so bereft of recklessness that she could stop him.

That was why, in order to bring an end to that recklessness even a little sooner, Emilia was doing her best.

Emilia: [How about――]

This! As Emilia began to formulate those words, she felt a peculiar sensation in her ice-hardened fist.

The gauntlet should have made contact with Al’s bare skin, but the recoil was making it feel as though she had punched a hard, steadfast wall――,

Al: [How abrupt…!!]

Al uttered these words as if wringing them out from his throat, his torso shielded by a coat of stone armor.

This was the preemptive strike that Otto had told her to perform, but it had failed. Still, this was not the time to dwell on it. If the first strike did not connect, then she would just have to try again a second and a third time.

Al: [The fact that you ain’t even gonna lend an ear is kinda cold.]

Emilia: [That’s! Al’s the one who―― mmphh.]

Al: [Mmphh?]

Emilia: [I promised not to… SAY――!]

Though Al’s stone armor had absorbed the punch, the impact had flung him backward; as he said those things, Emilia had forcibly shut her own mouth mid-retort, then formed a two-handed hammer of ice, sweeping it at him in a horizontal strike.

The one-armed Al was bearing a small figure slung over his right shoulder. Whilst thinking it unfair to exploit that handicap of his, Emilia deliberately aimed a blow toward Al’s left side.

The strike, unleashed at her full strength, was going to be very painful if it landed. But painful was not all that it would be.

Al: [Tch!]

Al caught Emilia’s underhanded attack with his left arm―― a limb of stone forged through magic. But despite blocking the attack, he clicked his tongue, and promptly destroyed and discarded the arm he had gone through the trouble of creating.

The reason for this was that the area struck by the ice hammer was beginning to freeze over, the encroaching frost having been about to reach Al’s body.

Otto: [If we set aside our emotional concerns, capturing that man alive is an absolute necessity in order to rescue Natsuki-san and Beatrice-sama. In that respect, your fighting style is a compatible fit, Emilia-sama. Nonetheless――]

Emilia: [――I promised that I wouldn’t be reckless like Subaru!]

Keeping that exchange and the promise she had forged with Otto before her departure close to her heart, Emilia conjured a new set of twin ice swords. ――Emilia’s Ice Brand Arts, her usage of it had gained a new variation.

Her weapons of ice would freeze her opponents upon impact, robbing them of control over both their body and weapon. It demanded a modest increase in Mana consumption in comparison to her ordinary weapons, but was within the standard error deviation so long as she would not be fighting too much.

To stop an opponent without taking their life. ――The possibility of this new martial art, was what Emilia had desired.

Whatever his reasons might have been, Emilia would halt Al here and now. And alongside him, she would also detain the one whom Al brought out, Roy.

Al: [I ain’t got a single reason to go along with your intentions, though.]

Immediately after vocalizing such enthusiasm, Al’s feet underwent a sudden upheaval, and the two runaways were launched into the sky.

In such a manner, he was distanced from Emilia, and made an attempt to flee from the scene. With a late start, Emilia would be unable to catch up to him even were she to extend out her ice.

But――,

Emilia: [――Icicle Line.]

A barrier of ice and snow was deployed around the Prison Tower, preventing his escape.

With a cry of “Gwoah-!?” ringing out across the sky, Al’s escape sequence ended in failure, thwarted by the canopy of ice spreading out to completely cover the area surrounding him.

Then, as Al’s head collided against the glacial ceiling, he was left to plummet upside down; Emilia circled around to the spot where he would hit the ground and slammed her twin swords of ice into the suspended Al――,

Emilia: [――Hk!?]

The twin swords parried by a hard sensation, Emilia’s eyes widened, her breath catching.

If Al had received the blows with a prosthetic arm, as he had done earlier, it would not have surprised her. Al had indeed created a new arm, but that was not all that had been created. ――Manifested there were twin swords, fashioned from rock.

Al: [Earth Brand Arts, or something like that.]

Emilia: [You copycat…!]

Al: [It was Natsuki Subaru who came up with this, yeah? In that case, I’ve also got the right to use it.]

Before Emilia, her eyes wide open, Al spun from the recoil of their clashing twin blades of frost and stone; as distance opened up between them, he once again landed upon the snowy ground.

Giving rise to sound in his vicinity, stone weapons began to form one after another around Al. Bracing herself at the fact that Al could essentially replicate her Ice Brand Arts with his Earth Magic, Emilia realized something.

With a stone-forged arm, Al wielded stone-forged armaments―― but Roy, who was supposed to have been on his shoulder until a moment ago, was nowhere to be found.

Emilia: [Don’t tell me…]

Al: [Ah, I let him get away in the turmoil just now… it would’ve been cool to say that, but I couldn’t let it happen either. I just discarded him ‘cause he was getting in the way. Over there.]

Emilia’s shoulders had been jolted, but Al just shrugged and jerked his chin. He motioned toward the pillar of earth that had risen earlier, to which Roy was affixed upside down in the center.

Covered in a quilt of earth, Roy was bound to the pillar, cackling upon receiving Emilia’s gaze,

Al was eager to continue speaking, but towards him was hurled a stake of ice from Emilia; a proclamation of her intent. Al leapt sideways to evade it, and Emilia circled around to his side, thrusting a spear of frost into his flank.

The tip of the ice spear was caught by the blade of a rocky sword, shattering both simultaneously.

Instantly, the two forged their subsequent weapons, Emilia a rapier of ice, and Al a sword of stone, thus the clashing of their blades commenced; ‘twas a duel in which blades would be forged upon shattering, and blades would be shattered upon forging.

Roy: [How nice, so nice, quite nice, very nice, perhaps it’s nice, isn’t it nice, it’s probably nice, because it appears to be nice-! Gluttonous drinking-! Gluttony-!]

The sound of Roy’s voice as he licked his lips could be heard as he watched over Emilia and Al engage in a sword fight of frost and stone.

Whilst deliberately ignoring him, Emilia unleashed a multitude of nimble attacks; attacks that she was certain would strike true, and yet, Al had precariously dodged each one, with each narrow evasion filling Emilia with a growing sensation that something was amiss.

Her attacks would not hit even when they seemed like they would. It felt akin to driving a kick into formless water.

Above all else――,

Al: [――I don’t wanna praise it too much, but that’s a well refined technique. I envy your mutual love and understanding, Lil’ Miss.]

At that remark that had gone too far―― Emilia was enraged.

Raising her voice, Emilia lifted her greatsword of ice high aloft and swung it down, prompting Al to position his stone sword above his head to receive the strike―― then suddenly, somebody latched onto Al’s legs and waist.

Gasping, Al realized that what had latched onto his body was none other than the owner of a pair of icy arms―― a soldier of ice.

At the presence of the ice soldier sculpted in the likeness of Subaru, on whom Emilia so deeply relied, Al grit his teeth with a “That’s the worst…!”

Thereupon, Emilia raised her foot, clad in a slipper of ice, overhead――,

Emilia: [――When you talk to me, look at me properly!!]

This time, her whole-hearted kick pierced through the rocky defenses, slamming directly into Al.

Spoiler: 9/30

???: [――When you talk to me, look at me properly!!]

The moment he was struck by the intense kick unleashed, an alarm blared inside Aldebaran’s mind. The cause of that alert had been the kick itself, alongside various factors surrounding it.

Firstly, the sheer force of the kick had incurred tremendous damage, leaving him astonished at the absurd length of the leg that had punted him, thinking “From here to there is all leg!?”. The tip of the icy slipper worn on the kicking leg bore into him, smashing past his stone chestplate and placing him in a serious bind; the ice had begun to freeze over his chest, causing his sternum to creak.

But, the greatest reason for that clamorous alarm was the fact that she had hit the bullseye on him with piercing words leaving him no room for excuses.

――Look at me properly, she had said. And priorly, you look lonely when you talk to me, as well.

Aldebaran: [――Hk.]

Honestly, it was shocking that she had correctly guessed the complex emotions Aldebaran harbored.

He was not so conceited as to think he had done a good job of hiding it, but he had arbitrarily assumed that she was ignorant to these sorts of subtleties. But, on reflection, she was simply bad at harboring ill will towards others, though alert to such malice stemming from those others. ――She had been born into this world a silver-haired half-elf, so that was only natural.

Just below where the frost had begun to erode the abdomen of Aldebaran, as he spat those words out in frustration, clinging was an ice-made man modeled after an odious individual.

The ice-man obstructed his movements, and so, grabbing its head with a stone left arm crafted through magic, Aldebaran mercilessly ripped cranium from torso. The cries of its sculpture audible as an “Ahhh!”, the decapitated body of the ice-man shattered in a ruthless manner, its ice scattering to the ground.

Not only did they look the same, even the ease with which they died was spot on.

Aldebaran: [There, you take it!]

Emilia: [Kyaa! Geez, that’s awful!]

Unlike the shattered body, the decapitated head was attempting to bite him, so he threw the ice man’s head back towards the woman who had been chasing him―― Emilia. After glancing back at Emilia, who caught the head before her body as if it were a dodgeball, Aldebaran looked down at his stomach.

The frost began to spread from where the kick had landed, and as things were, his entire body would end up being frozen in ice――,

???: [If that happens, you’d be done for, uncle. You know what to do, don’t you?]

Affixed to a pillar of earth, topside down, was the spectator feasting his eyes on the clash between Aldebaran and Emilia―― Roy Alphard, grin stretching from one ear to the other, hinted at how Aldebaran ought to deal with the ice.

He had no need for advice from a Sin Archbishop. Without needing to be told, Aldebaran grit his teeth, gouging his own abdomen with the tip of his sword as it began to freeze over. Through feverish pain and spilling blood, he forcibly closed up the wound, an inch away from having been a seppuku, with stone, evading the bad ending of being encased in ice.

His vision flashed bright red in agony, and the heartfelt, jovial laughter of Roy grated on his eardrums with “Ah-haha~! That’s it!”.

Emilia: [――Hk, such a painful countermeasure.]

Aldebaran: [Oioi, you ain’t giving me any other choice. “If you don’t like pain, then yield and be frozen in ice.” You’ve gotta have some awareness that that’s the sorta attack you’re using, Lil’ Miss.]

Emilia: [――. Yes. I think the same thing. But, don’t get the wrong idea, Al.]

Aldebaran: [Wrong idea?]

Emilia: [You can’t withstand using the same method that you used for your stomach for your entire body, can you?]

That was a declaration of her intent to assail his body with the same blows she had delivered unto his abdomen.

As if to substantiate that, the heartrending grimace of Emilia’s beautiful face lost its harshness, and white fumes began to blow with a cool wind in the vicinity of the Prison Tower. As white powder snow fluttered down to encoat the war theatre, in his chilly fingers did Aldebaran feel the gravity of Emilia’s seriousness.

Aldebaran: [This is the part where I’d wanna say that you’re cute even when you’re angry, but honestly, it’s just plain terrifying. Besides…]

As Aldebaran cracked a joke, the atmosphere creaked before him as the head of the ice-man clutched in Emilia’s arms began to regenerate its body. As if to say “Here’s a new body!” instead of “Here’s a new face!”, the ice-man completely recovered in just a few seconds, making an appeal of his good health by doing stretches. [1]

That meaningless, incendiary liveliness was a faithful recreation of the original, and so truly annoying.

Aldebaran: […You’ve got him down to even the finest details, it’s disgusting.]

Emilia: [Your way of complimenting’s the same as Ram’s. It has a reputation among everyone at the mansion, they all think it’s reaaally just like him.]

To his fore, Emilia slotted her hands into gloves of ice while standing beside the aggravating ice-man who had taken the Gear 2 pose, and she casted a gaze of vigilance over Aldebaran.

In her amethyst eyes could be felt a strong ardor, as if to say that she would not lose no matter what Aldebaran might do, but even without all her vigilance, there were not many things Aldebaran could do.

He had been fending her off with swords of rock that mimicked her Ice Brand Arts, calling it Earth Brand Arts, but the effectiveness of the weapons each of them made was a difference of day and night. Their respective staminas were not even worth comparing, and neither could Aldebaran create reliable soldiers of earth.

Moreover, it tormented his heart to bring harm unto Emilia, let alone wound her psyche. ――This was the fatal flaw that the being known as himself had been furnished with since birth.

To make matters worse, Emilia’s techniques, specialized in capturing people alive, had the worst affinity for Aldebaran’s Authority.

Ergo, now that the ones considered to be the greatest obstacles to his plan, Natsuki Subaru and Reinhard, were out of the picture, Emilia would be the natural enemy of Aldebaran―― excluding one other person, she was his worst “enemy”.

Relinquishing his chance to swallow the poison in his mouth, Aldebaran cursed out.

Using “Aldebaran’s” draconic aura to dispel the cold wave Emilia had used to put the entire field under the control of her snow, thus allowing for a safe withdrawal from the battlefield, had been the trump card of Plan A. Now that he could no longer use that, he would have no choice but to urgently enact Plan B.

And, in order to execute Plan B, he would have to hurry and think of a Plan B.

In the meantime――,

Aldebaran: [You see that, Lil’ Miss? At this rate, my partner’s gonna rampage through the Royal Capital――]

Emilia: [I was told that I’m not in charge of worrying about over there!]

Emilia resolutely charged at Aldebaran, the latter wishing to prolong his time to think.

While sensing beyond the wall the assault of “Aldebaran”―― the Divine Dragon, Emilia’s courage to trust in her allies and ignore it was simply far too much. That alone was likely proof that she had faith in the person who had concocted this strategy, but this was not something a person could do just because they were told.

Thus, the fact that it was the best possible move against Aldebaran made it all the more unbearable.

Emilia: [Hiyah! Tei! Dudoh! Yah!]

Following her initial policy as if just having remembered, Emilia abandoned dialogue and unleashed a tumultuous chain of attacks.

The frost-clad fists fired off a volley of innumerable punches, smashing right through his hastily made boulder shield. Amidst the scattering debris, he caught the frozen spearhead with a prosthetic rock arm, only to discard it when the ice began to, and he leaped backwards. ――Thereupon, the ice-man had circled around, crashing into him with a Tie Shan Kao. [2]

Aldebaran: [Goh, ahh――!!]

On the receiving end of the secret Bajiquan technique, learned through imitation, Aldebaran was launched forward. Waiting for him there, Emilia transformed the lance of ice into a glacial mallet, resolutely holding it aloft. Pulling down her slender, supple arms, she unleashed a full swing of inconceivable might.

The atmosphere was pummeled by the frigid blow, laden with drive, and as soon as Aldebaran accepted that he would be unable to dodge it, he encased his entire body in earthen armor, leaving nary a gap―― the tremendous might struck him true.

Aldebaran: [――Hk!]

Unable to raise even cries of pain or screams, Aldebaran spun through the air.

He had defended against the ice eroding his earthen protections, but his defenses had provided no more comfort than if there had just been a handkerchief between himself and the weapon. His vision spinning wildly as he was blown away to a position unknown to him, he was caught by a strong impact, falling to the ground.

It was not desirable for Aldebaran to waste any more time on this.

Plummeting the temperatures around her, Emilia’s fighting style was a devilish method in which debuffs would accumulate over time in a manner akin to snow, and it was also possible that enemy reinforcements would begin to show up as he dawdled.

The more opponents that showed up, the level of difficulty in emerging triumphant would rise exponentially; he had become keenly aware of that in his battle against Felt’s faction. ――And, it was entirely possible that his “natural enemy” could be among them.

Roy: [Can’t really see because of the snow, but it seems things are getting tough over at the town too, doesn’t it~? Gonna try and call for help at the very top of your lungs or something? Uncle.]

Emilia: [――Stop!]

That instant, what smashed through the mud shelter was an enormous ice boomerang―― identical to the Flying Wing Blade used by the Empire’s Madelyn Eschart, it was thrown in, and through the opening of the piercing ice, Emilia charged towards them.

Aldebaran obstructed Emilia’s path with an artificial rock arm created to be a size bigger. His palm was covered from above in a manner akin to a baseball glove, thwarting her path with tenderness and certainty.

However――,

Aldebaran: [――Hk, a decoy!?]

Placing its hands on the glove of rock, the ice-man leapt over the obstruction through hand springs.

Acting as the vanguard and using herself as a decoy, Emilia let the ice-man proceed forward. He wanted to point out that normally between oneself and their creation, the role of being a decoy would be the other way around, but he had utterly fallen for it.

The ice-man vaulted over Aldebaran’s head and approached the pillar of earth. Shards of rock did Aldebaran create, pincering the ice-man to the sides in an attempt to shatter it to fragments, but――,

Aldebaran: [It’s harder than before!]

With elevated bone density, nay, glacial density, the sturdy ice-man’s new body repelled the shards.

Dismissing the obstruction, the ice-man stretched its arms towards the affixed Roy, drawing closer to hinder any action―― at that split second, its head bid its torso a tearful farewell.

Emilia: [What!?]

Having witnessed first hand the ice-man’s decapitation, Emilia shouted after slashing the rocky glove with a sword of ice.

She remained nescient of what had destroyed the ice-man, rebuilt in strengthened tenacity. ――To think it had been begotten by a steel thread spinning from the ring on Aldebaran’s right ring finger.

The silver thread glistening in the icy haze perforated through the ice-man’s defenses, decollating it. That which he mastered in the midst of his battle against Felt and the rest, a single finger’s worth of the Steel Thread Technique.

Roy: [――Given the choice, I guess this one would be the most amusing~.]

As he heard a voice lacquered in dour glee, Aldebaran―― nay, the world cried out.

△▼△▼△▼△

Instantly, that which had assailed Aldebaran, was a vomiting sensation of the soul.

Roy: [Oergh.]

He believed he had understood the principle. He had even managed to conceive of what would occur.

But, once it actually transpired, comprehension and imagination had been of no use whatsoever.

Neither unto flesh nor unto spirit, that was an onslaught unto Memories intangible.

Roy: [Oergh.]

There existed a phenomenon known as déjà vu, where during the first time one laid eyes upon something, they would feel as if it could by no means be the first time they were seeing it; currently, Aldebaran was―― no, every single person undergoing these effects, was experiencing something several tens of thousands of times more pronounced than déjà vu, a “regurgitation” that could not be ignored.

As evidence of that――,

Emilia: [――Ah.]

Spilling a husky breath, from Emilia’s hand fell a javelin of ice. Feebly dropping that which she had been ready to throw, its form unravelled, returning to Mana before it hit the ground.

Vehement turmoil flickering through her widened amethyst eyes, she fell to her knees on the spot. Gazing over her state of being, Aldebaran grit his molars, and leaped backwards.

Roy: [Oergh.]

A vociferous sense of disgust, there was. But, not enough to bring him to his knees.

The impact of “regurgitation” varied from person to person. A matter of course. Emotional attachments were to each their own. Between Aldebaran and Emilia, the ardor they respectively harbored towards those Memories differed.

Odious though he may be, Roy had made the appropriate selection. Accurately, he had selected Memories that had inflicted a great impact unto Emilia, while not going as far for Aldebaran.

Bearing the nauseating sensation of emesis, Aldebaran raised his hand aloft to the heavens.

The whitish haze of ice yet shrouded over the Royal Capital’s sky, obstructing him from regarding it with due reverence. However, there did Aldebaran believe that “Aldebaran” had laid the groundwork for Plan B.

――’Twas a boon of the combat experience they had acquired during their battle against Reinhard at the Augria Sand Dunes.

In that battle, Aldebaran and “Aldebaran”, fellows in whom dwelled the ego of the same man, had exercised magic through a shared magic signature―― they had assumed a system in which Aldebaran borrowed the Mana of “Aldebaran” to invoke magic, but it was the reverse this time.

The Plan B that “Aldebaran” had prepared above the clouds―― with a mechanism awaiting activation, it instead fell to Aldebaran to follow the magic signature, and pour in Mana to flip the switch.

A conception reached only because their egos were one and the same, the execution of a Plan B that had not existed prior――,

Aldebaran: [――Oergh.]

Subsequent to the invocation, bearing witness to the entirety of what “Aldebaran” had prepared as a Plan B, Aldebaran spilled out a belch distinct in essence to those that had come before, yet it still fell in line with Roy’s “regurgitation”.

Sensing an intense torrent of Mana, Emilia’s lips quivered, still down on her knees.

She was not standing, however, with her visage raised, her amethyst eyes managed to grasp it. ――Floating in the sky of the Royal Capital, was a rocky mass around a hundred meters in size.

It was a sense of scale that seemed as though some small hill had been unearthed in its entirety and raised up. Though Aldebaran had never encountered it, this might have been the same feeling that people had given accounts of experiencing when beholding the White Whale from nearby, overwhelmed by witnessing such a mighty thing skybound.

Either way, the intent of “Aldebaran” in elevating that rocky mass to the sky was obvious――,

Roy: [Oergh.]

The next instant, there resounded a report of the sky shattering, stemming from numerous cracks fissuring through the rocky mass, as was apparent to all who had noticed the abnormality in the aether.

The hill-sized mass split into boulders numbering around ten or twenty, and at that rate would continue down towards――,

Emilia: [NO…!!]

Foreseeing that outcome, Emilia reprimanded her trembling knees, and stood up.

She had surely understood. Even if it had fractured into pieces, if the heavy boulders, each bigger than ten meters, were to fall, there would be a great amount of damage to the city, leaving a large number of casualties.

Thus, the only way to avert that, was for people capable of preventing it to go put a stop to it.

Aldebaran: [Even now, I’m going at this with the intention to not let a single person die. That’s why…]

Emilia: [――Hk, Al!]

Aldebaran: [I trust you to not let even a single one of those fall onto the city.]

Forcing a selfish, one-sided request upon her, Aldebaran disregarded Emilia’s voice, shrill with fervent emotion, and ran up the earthen pillar to secure Roy.

Roy: [She’s crying, you know~, that onee-san.]

A fact ignorable had it not been delineated, the detestable Sin Archbishop deliberately did delineate.

The tearful voice rending his heart, Aldebaran continued running, never halting his feet. At this moment in time, hoping only for all his accomplices to be present at the point of regroup, he continued to run.

The torrent of boulders meteoring down upon the Royal Capital was intercepted by towers of frost that sprang up one after another, preventing harm from befalling the city.

Neither to the enkindling perpetrator, nor to the stalwart savior, to nobody did it bring glee.

Merely――,

Roy: [――Ah~, thank you for the treat-!]

Only Bizarre Eating, licking his lips to surfeit the acrimonious joy and saccharine sorrow, was smiling.

 

[MrTayman616]

Quotes I find significant from Emilia vs Al

Emilia = Satella after all d:

 

[Zabazab]

Emilia = Satella after all d:

If this were to be the case I may drop the series depending on how it's handled. But I don't think she is so I'm not worried.

 

[Gigi_4_life]

If this were to be the case I may drop the series depending on how it's handled. But I don't think she is so I'm not worried.

I'm also against Emilia=Satella

 

[MrTayman616]

If this were to be the case I may drop the series depending on how it's handled. But I don't think she is so I'm not worried.

Well... Their fingerprints are the same, no? :d

 

[Fezzih_007]

It would be crazy trought.
This theory have a amount of arguments against it, that ending up being the actual truth would be insane.

 

[Zabazab]

Well... Their fingerprints are the same, no? :d

They have the same hand shapes (but they also have the same Everything Else so that isn't surprising). I don't think the Pleiades hand print obelisk was a finger-print reader.

But in any case there's plenty evidence against it, like their different affinities, or the fact they coexist simultaneously.

 

[MrTayman616]

In case someone is interested

Tomura Shigaraki Vs Regulus Corneas (My Hero Academia Vs Re: Zero) [7-0-0]

Symbol of Fear Vs Sin Archbishop of the Witch Cult Greed Final War Arc Shigaraki will be used Attack Potency: 2.54 Exatons of TNT Durability: 2.54 Exatons of TNT Lifting Strength: Class P Speed: Upscales from 0.62c Regulus Corneas Attack Potency: Human Level Durability: Mountain Level Lifting...

vsbattles.com

It's a Regulus match though

 

[Zabazab]

It's a Regulus match though

BORING!

Anyways I just realized I have like 30 Re:Zero sandbox profiles. Hm.

The ones that should be pretty much ready for CRTs are Reinhard, Theresia, Wilhelm, Halibel, Cecilus, Echidna, Emilia, Satella, Sphinx(?), Pandora, Hektor, Heinkel, Rowan, and Roswaal. Of those, only Rowan and Heinkel don't need CRTs (but I'd prefer is the Lifting Strength CRT wraps up before I post them).

Clind really just needs a decent illustration, which he might get in volume 41. Roy, Rye, Sirius, Capella, and Geuse might be done.

For the 5 Witches, I'd rather wait until Omega in Wonderland has a translation. Elsa could be considered done, but waiting until Apocalypse Girls' translation is done is an option.

I think I'll finish Al and make a profile for VolcanicAl when arc 9 is done? Stride probably won't be close to done until Ex6 is translated. I wanna revamp Marcos too when OUATIL II is translated.

I also wanna do one for Julius, removing SoL and giving him his arc 6+ key with the bloomed spirits. Al Clauseria covered like half of Garkla it was crazy.

 

[CastoriceTheFifth]

BORING!

Anyways I just realized I have like 30 Re:Zero sandbox profiles. Hm.

The ones that should be pretty much ready for CRTs are Reinhard, Theresia, Wilhelm, Halibel, Cecilus, Echidna, Emilia, Satella, Sphinx(?), Pandora, Hektor, Heinkel, Rowan, and Roswaal. Of those, only Rowan and Heinkel don't need CRTs (but I'd prefer is the Lifting Strength CRT wraps up before I post them).

Clind really just needs a decent illustration, which he might get in volume 41. Roy, Rye, Sirius, Capella, and Geuse might be done.

For the 5 Witches, I'd rather wait until Omega in Wonderland has a translation. Elsa could be considered done, but waiting until Apocalypse Girls' translation is done is an option.

I think I'll finish Al and make a profile for VolcanicAl when arc 9 is done? Stride probably won't be close to done until Ex6 is translated. I wanna revamp Marcos too when OUATIL II is translated.

I also wanna do one for Julius, removing SoL and giving him his arc 6+ key with the bloomed spirits. Al Clauseria covered like half of Garkla it was crazy.

FTL Subaru when frfr

 

[Zabazab]

FTL Subaru when frfr

Reached Emilia before Reinhard in Arc 1. Re:Zero fastest characters;

1. Subaru
2. Elsa
3. Cecilus
4. Chamov
5. Reinhard

 

[MrTayman616]

Reached Emilia before Reinhard in Arc 1. Re:Zero fastest characters;

1. Cecilus
2. Subaru
3. Elsa
4. Chamov
5. Reinhard

I remember author saying "Even though Cecilus is as fast as lightning, he's behind Subaru".

Fix the list :d