When Subaru awoke, his brows furrowed as he stared up at an unfamiliar
ceiling.
To Subaru, who usually woke up more quickly than he liked, the brief period
of mental vagueness between sleep and fully waking was precious time. For
several seconds, Subaru immersed himself in this boundless, nebulous state as
his mind groped for its memories, such as what he'd done before sleeping, what
that place was…
Subaru felt his temple throb painfully. That ache brought everything rushing
back.
"I…remember…"
He remembered the disgrace he had endured before he ended up where he
slept.
He raised a hand to his forehead, but his eyes were drawn in by the discovery
of a serious scar near his wrist that he didn't remember. He immediately
realized it bore the traces of healing magic.
And that he could feel the traces of wounds on his body meant—
"—I didn't…die."
Touching his presumably cracked forehead and most likely fractured wrist, he
let out a sigh, lamenting that the healing had removed all physical pain. If not
for the smoldering feeling of humiliation in his chest, he'd almost think the
whole thing had never happened. No—
Now that Subaru had regained consciousness, the betrayed look she gave him
was something no spell could heal.
"—Subaru."
Emilia sat on the side of the bed, her violet eyes full of melancholy. For no
reason he could discern, she'd folded the white robe she'd been wearing over
her lap while watching over Subaru.
The rays of the western sun filtering through the open window made Subaru
guess it was several hours later on the same day.
The first thing on his lips was harmless and inoffensive enough.
"—The royal candidate discussion's over already?"
Emilia apparently waited for him to make some kind of excuse before she
opened her eyes a little wider, caught off guard by how he tried to pretend
nothing had happened.
"Yeah, it's finished… Most of what everyone wanted to say came out in the
throne room, so the rest was mainly working out the minute details about the
royal selection. Most things were settled by Roswaal approving them."
Emilia shook her head, a subtle lament in her voice at her own powerlessness.
Subaru realized he took comfort in that—Emilia, regretful she couldn't do
anything in the royal selection, was somehow sharing in his misery.
Subaru tried to hide it from himself by making an attempt at being glib.
"That so. Then you probably wasted a lot of time waiting for me while I
overslept. Anyway, let's get straight back to the inn. Gotta pick up Rem and
work out plans for the royal selection, right?"
"Subaru."
"Here in the castle you don't know who's watching or listening, so best to
save the deep talk till we're back at the mansion, right? Or do you have to talk
with high-ups in the capital here first?"
"Subaru…"
"Errrr, maybe it's best to make non-aggression pacts with some of the
candidates here instead? It's tough when you don't know who's coming at you
and when…"
"—Subaru!"
Emilia sharply shouted Subaru down amid his rambling, cutting off his
excuses. He turned his averted gaze back toward her.
She spoke to him quietly, but gravely, not be swayed.
"—Let's…talk."
Emilia rose from her seat, her arms tightly hugging the fabric of her folded
robe. The stiffness of her cheeks conveyed better than any words that the
coming conversation was not about anything good.
"There are things that I want to ask you… Truly, many things."
Her lips quivered, as if in hesitation, groping for exactly what subject she
should broach.
"…Yeah, I, suppose so."
Subaru had a pretty good idea why she was hesitant. Everything Subaru had
done until then had been completely unexpected.—Therefore, Emilia was
seeking the right way to ask about Subaru's true intent behind his actions that
day.
He had only a single, unabashed reason to give. But the question on Emilia's
lips was not what he wanted.
"Err, then… Why did you…come to fight with Julius?"
This answer was much harder to come by. What significance did that battle
have—?
"You had a reason for it, didn't you? It's you, so I'm sure you had an
important…"
Already beaten down, Subaru had been waiting in the corridor when Julius
appeared before him. When Julius invited him to the parade square, Subaru
immediately deemed it would be payback for the rudeness he had shown in the
throne room.
He certainly tried to appreciate the difference in the power Julius wielded
compared to him.
He knew from the start he had no chanceof victory. And yet, Subaru had
taken the wooden sword, challenged him to the hopeless battle, and had been
pounded into the dirt.
Why did he do all that? The answer was—
"I wanted…payback."
"…Ah?"
Subaru lifted his face. Looking up at the bewilderment in the silver-haired
beauty's eyes, he continued, "I wanted to show him that…I'm not something to
throw away on the side of the road. I thought I could pay him back, and show
him I could…stand by guys like him even if only a little."
His words were all jumbled. He resented himself for not being able to put it
more clearly. If not for the emotions smoldering in his chest, ramming against
his heart, he wouldn't need to endure such conflicted thoughts.
"Subaru…"
"I was…stubborn. I hated him. For saying I'm disgraceful, powerless, how I'm
in the way…how I'm not worthy of you, how he tried to push me away from
you… So I took him on."
He figured the last one was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Yes, Julius had been sternly rebuking Subaru, telling him he wasn't worthy of
Emilia. But he didn't even have to say that. Subaru himself knew that more than
anyone. To gloss that over, he had desperately worn a mask, feigning ignorance,
but that man had easily called his bluff. So unable to forgive him, Subaru had
taken him on, leading to the inevitable result.
The boy's listless reply, spoken with a hung head, made Emilia's breath catch
a little.
"That's…why you…?"
No doubt it was not the concrete reply she had been searching for. Whatever
lofty ideals she had held onto, the truth behind Subaru's banal stubbornness
betrayed them.
Subaru listened to the trace of disappointment slip past her lips.
"…Emilia…tan, you…"
Her quivering words had scolded the powerless-feeling Subaru into a
confession.
Emilia hadn't intended to do it. She did not understand how cruel and
relentless her act was. That was why, as Subaru spoke with a frail voice, he was
unable to even look at her.
"—You just don't understand."
That was what he said.
The moment he said it, Subaru realized he'd been lashing out. To deny that
someone understood was the worst kind of excuse, cutting off that person from
your heart.
Subaru was unable to keep his face raised when he heard a breathless-
sounding voice.
"—You're right."
Her agreement, spoken almost like a sigh, made it sound like she grasped
what he had said, that she was agreeing not to push the issue any further.
Her reaction made Subaru's shoulders ease with a sense of relief. That was
when she said, "Tomorrow, Roswaal and I will be returning to the mansion. You
will remain in the royal capital to focus on medical treatment."
Subaru couldn't make sense of her words
"Huh?"
When he tilted his head in confusion, Emilia strove to hide her heavy emotion
as she turned toward him.
"That's what we agreed to in the first place, yes? You came to the royal
capital so that your depleted gate can be healed. Ferris agreed, so you will be
healed by him, then recuperate."
"W-wait a minute."
Emilia stated the plans for Subaru at a rapid clip. "While staying in the capital,
you will be in Ferris's…or rather, Lady Crusch of the House of Karsten's care.
Rem will be staying with you, so you won't need to worry about a thing."
Subaru, realizing that his intent had been completely missed, called out to her
in a desperate voice.
"I said wait!"
His fingertips immediately reached out, taking hold of her sleeve as if that
would stop her from pulling away.
"Why are you…all of a sudden…I…"
In reply to Subaru's frail voice, Emilia looked away as she said, "…You push
yourself too far when you're around me. Don't you?"
Subaru held his breath at her words. Emilia's expression was unreadable. He
strained, trying to get her to look at him.
"You don't have to…put it like that…"
"I'm not wrong, am I? It was like that when we first met, and like that at the
mansion. And it was like that today… All of it's because you were together with
me, wasn't it?"
Her way of speaking was thick with discontent.
Faced with negativity and cynicism that was all too out of character for Emilia,
Subaru could only shake his head.
"That's not what I was trying to say… I just…"
"Just?"
"I just did those things…because I wanted to give you something…"
"For…me?"
When she echoed his words back, Subaru sent a determined nod back her
way.
He had earnestly struggled against destiny for Emilia's sake, and hers alone. It
was that feeling, above all others, that he wanted her to understand.
…That was why the next words out of her mouth left Subaru in complete
shock.
"—It was all for your own benefit, wasn't it?"
"—"
Beyond the silence, Subaru's brain was a complete blank.
He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what he wanted to say.
"I…I just…wanted…to give you…"
Sadness? Suffering? Regret? Anger? Sorrow?
—I want to give you happiness.
—I want to help you get what you desire.
—I want to protect you from everything that makes you sad.
Those were the pure feelings Subaru had for Emilia that formed the
foundation of his every deed.
He had acted in the belief that his efforts would convey his feelings stronger
than any words.
But that had been his conceited assumption, made without any consideration
for other people's feelings.
"—Mff!"
The dazed Subaru yelped in surprise at the sudden impact of soft fabric on his
face. When he immediately pulled the material away, he realized it was the
white robe with an embroidered hawk that Emilia had been holding in her
hands and that she had struck him with it.
But he couldn't associate Emilia with such a violent action. Even if he
accepted that, logically, Emilia had thrown it at him, he could not emotionally
accept it.
After all, the Emilia Subaru knew was always kind, filled with motherly
affection, and, though she was not consciously aware of her own stubborn
streak, she was a soft-hearted girl who couldn't stop helping others if she tried.
Why, then?
Emilia's violet gaze quivered with a wave of emotions. Her face was tense as
she bit her lip, which seemed to tremble from fierce emotion. He'd never seen
either before.
Neither her expression nor her gaze fit the girl he knew whatsoever. Yet, both
were aimed at him, of all people.
He understood how out of place the sentiment was, but he thought that she
was…beautiful, like this.
The wave of emotions turned to tears that filled her purple eyes.
"Stop lying about doing all these things for my sake—!"
With a small shake of her head, she seemed to be venting about every last
thing eating at her.
"Coming to the castle, fighting with Julius, using magic… You're saying it was
all for me? I didn't ask you for any of those things!"
"—!"
"All I wanted was for you to do the things I asked you to do!"
" "
"Hey, do you remember? What I asked?"
"I-I…"
Hearing her reject his actions so clearly froze Subaru's mind with terror. That
was why he couldn't produce an answer to her question from within his
jumbled head.
With Subaru unable to answer, Emilia firmly closed her eyes.
"I asked you to stay at the inn with Rem and wait."
" "
"Using any more magic would be very bad for you, so I asked you not to use
magic."
He remembered that she'd used the word please for both.
Both times, Emilia had strongly urged him to behave out of concern for his
health. But Subaru had trampled on her words each time based on his own
selfish delusions. Somewhere deep down inside, he had thought of things so
frivolously, as if good results would always let him smooth over his broken
promises. But as a result, Subaru had not only disregarded her pleas, but didn't
have a single proper thing to show for it; indeed, he'd only disgraced himself
and held her back.
But even so, he at least wanted her to understand that the underlying
motivations were genuine.
"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. I'm really, really sorry. But! But you're wrong,
I, I didn't do them for my sake…"
But Subaru's tongue cramped like it had gone numb, rejecting his efforts to
put feelings into words. As he flailed for words, Emilia stared at him with
sadness.
His words were unforgivably selfish. He never should have said them.
"Emilia, don't you…believe me?"
Someone who had just denied that she could understand him had no right to
say any of it.
"I want to believe you… I want to believe you, Subaru."
She sounded like she wanted to cry. She might have already been crying. But
Subaru didn't have the courage to find out. He couldn't bring himself to look at
her, even though she might be in tears; even though he might have been the
reason why she was in such a state. Subaru had continued running forward
trying to avoid that, but at the most critical moment, Subaru Natsuki just—
Her emotions exploded.
"I wanted to believe you…but you're the one who stopped me, Subaru!"
Though she had sometimes lost her calm and logical demeanor to anger
before, this was the first time he had seen her cast them aside, like shackles on
her emotions. Freed of those restraints, Emilia poured her overflowing feelings
into words.
"You didn't uphold a single promise, did you, Subaru? You…promised, but you
broke them all like they were nothing and ended up here, didn't you?!"
He'd trampled on the promises they made together—in other words, her
trust.
His claim, that he had done it all for her, was moral justification that only held
meaning for Subaru himself.
Emilia carried on, saying, "You haven't kept your word, but then say you want
me to trust you…? However you ask, I can't do that. I can't…"
No!, he wanted to cry out in a loud voice. But in reality, Subaru's trembling
throat made no sound; his head felt as heavy as lead, too heavy to lift from its
lowered, face-down position.
In front of the crying girl, whose emotions he had toyed with, who sought an
honest answer from him—Subaru chose to turn his back to her, and thus,
continue to betray her.
She asked him, "…Hey, Subaru. Why do you want to help me so much?"
It was surely the doubt nestled in Emilia's mind that kept her from asking
many times before. Seeing Subaru running around covered with injuries, forcing
himself to smile all the while, or watching him endure great pain and leap into
the jaws of death, she must have entertained those doubts for some time. Thus,
it was inevitable she would press the issue now.
If Emilia didn't let it all out there, if she kept her misgivings forever deep
inside, not understanding why Subaru kept doing his utmost for her, it would
only bring her more pain.
The question was Emilia's final offer of salvation to Subaru. He had thought
that, having so lightly treated his promises, there was nothing he could say that
could reach her, but even so, she was asking him to honestly tell her.
—Why did Subaru work himself to the bone for Emilia?
—Why had he tenaciously clung to her since arriving in that world?
"I want to do everything I can to help you because you saved me…"
"I…saved you…?"
"That's right."
When he had been suddenly invited into another world, he was at a complete
loss, not knowing right from left, with unavoidable violence threatening him; for
all he knew, that world would have been the end of him.
He continued, "I don't think you understand how…much you helped me. But
that…saved me, more than words can express."
What Emilia had saved back then was not his life, but Subaru himself.
It didn't start with Subaru. The first time, it was Emilia who did the saving.
Everything he'd done since was nothing more than repaying her for what she
had given him.
"Subaru, I don't understand…"
"That can't be…helped. But it's true. You saved me. That's why I tried to…pay
back the favor…but now, it's…"
It's not just that, were the words that should have followed. But Emilia
exploded in emotion, her silver hair violently swaying as she shook her head, so
the words never arrived.
"—I told you, I don't understand!! I saved you? I did no such thing. The first
time I met you was at the loot cellar. I'd never seen you before in my life!"
"No, listen to—"
"If I'd met you before that, if that was true, I'd… I'd…!"
Burying her face in her hands, Emilia rejected Subaru. She would listen to him
no longer. His words did not have the strength to stop her from fully retreating
into her shell.
He had no idea what kind of sore spot of hers he'd brushed up against. He
didn't know, but he had to keep talking. That's why Subaru quickly pulled
himself together and said, "Maybe you don't understand, but listen to me
anyway. It's the truth! The first time we met when I came to this world—"
Instantly, the scene ground to a halt, and Subaru realized he had brushed
against the forbidden. This was the world where time was frozen and
everything stopped.
He could no longer hear even the furious beating of his heart. Emilia's voice,
which he had heard until that very moment, grew distant. Even the high-
pitched ringing sounds vanished without a trace as the world of silence
beckoned.
Subaru could not contain his anger, both at himself, and at the enforcing
shadow with no respect for the mood—the shadow that inflicted unending pain
upon Subaru when he spoke about his peculiar trait.
After the warning from the halted world that he had nearly violated the
taboo, time began to tick once more.
—With a thump, Subaru realized his entire body had broken out in a cold
sweat.
By the whim of the shadow, he had not received a painful penalty. He
remembered that. If he kept talking like he had just been about to, the shadow
would mercilessly torture his heart in the frozen world.
The words he would have spoken tumbled back down his throat. The sincere
thoughts he wanted to share had no place to go, a millstone Subaru's shoulders
had no choice but to bear.
Emilia said, "…Once again, you're not saying anything."
Her cold, hard voice battered his eardrums. It sounded like despair—like she'd
given up. The uncharacteristic anger, the surge of sadness within her chest that
had no outlet—what could he do about them? Even if he tried to tell her how
he really felt, she wasn't listening to him anymore. And if he tried to tell her
everything, that accursed shadow would get in his way to stop him.
He asked, "Why…don't you understand…?"
"…Subaru."
"I thought, you… You of all people would understand…"
"The me inside your head is really something, isn't she?"
That one sentence was filled with enough distance and isolation to make him
cry.
When Subaru lifted his face, astounded, Emilia averted her eyes and faced
away from him.
He wondered whom the lonely smile that came over her lips was meant for…
him, or her?
She continued, "She understands it, all of it, without even having to ask. Your
pain, your sadness, your anger—she feels all of them as her own."
"...Huh?"
"—If you don't say it, I can't understand, Subaru."
He'd been rejected. He'd been smashed to bits. His illusion crumbled into
dust.
The one thing he truly thought he could believe in since falling into that world
vanished.
"I…"
He'd risked his life, endured the pain of being bitten all over, wiped away his
tears and surpassed them, all to continue to protect the idol he had erected in
his mind.
And so, his arbitrary utopia, one that had never existed, crumbled without a
sound.
His lips quivered. His eyes were hot inside. His tongue was twitching. His
heartbeats were so fierce he could hear them.
"Everything…I've done…"
He lifted up his face and met Emilia's violet eyes. They were filled only with
sadness. When he saw his own face reflected there, it was truly pitiful and
beyond salvation.
He raised up his shrill voice in anger, so much that the room seemed to shake
with it.
"—You got this far because of me, didn't you?! Like at the loot cellar when
your crest got stolen! I saved you from that uber-dangerous serial killer! I put
my body on the line! All because you're important to me!!"
His fingertips trembled as they gripped the sheets. His nails dug into his palm
and slowly drew blood. He continued, enumerating every deed to his credit that
he could think of as he tried to chase after her shadow, far in the distance.
"Like at the mansion! I barely hung on there! My skull got cracked, my head
went flying, but everyone in the village got saved anyway, didn't they?! And
things turned out the best way possible with Ram and Rem, I'm sure of it! That's
because I was there, right?!"
The fact that he had saved everyone at the loot cellar, and at the mansion—
all that had been possible because of him. These were the deeds Subaru ought
to be proud of, and rewarded for. He'd come that far. He'd done so much. He
added, "You have to owe me something for everything I've done for you—!!"
He shouted because the meaning of all his actions, and the thoughts behind
them, had been refuted. Subaru's vainglorious search for praise, his gnawing
desire for satisfaction, and his egotistical wish to be wanted, had been the
unconscious extremes that had led him down his path.
And all were summed up in a single, defining word.
With a halting, shaky voice, Emilia said to Subaru, who was breathing roughly
with sweat on his brow, "…Right."
Her words had a tone of acceptance, of resignation, of resolve—in other
words, it was the end.
"Subaru, I owe you a huge, incredible debt for many things you've done, so…"
"Yeah, that's right. That's why I—"
"So I'll repay it all to you. Then we can end this."
Her statement, incredibly clear, raised Subaru's face like he'd been kicked.
And when he saw that Emilia's gaze was even hollower than before, he realized
that his hasty words should never have been spoken.
In a childish tantrum, he had trampled even his purest thoughts underfoot,
throwing it all away.
"—That's enough, Subaru Natsuki."
If the relationship between them was only about repaying favors, that
relationship would end as soon as the debt was repaid.
That was the only conclusion the situation could reach, now that he'd tallied
up the things he'd done in the hope of giving her something without the
slightest thought of a reward.
Ever since their first, intimate encounter, she had called Subaru by his first
name. He understood all too late that he could not recover the affection he had
lost.
She stated, "Rem will come later. Do as she says. Everything else, I will
arrange afterward, so…"
He couldn't even reply. Nor was there anything he could ask of her.
Emilia began to walk, putting distance between them—physical distance, but
an emotional distance that was far greater. In that moment, Subaru lacked the
courage to reach his fingers toward her back, or even to watch her as she left.
When Emilia reached for the door, she abruptly stopped and murmured.
"I…"
She spoke in a soft voice, like she wanted to say it less to Subaru than to
herself.
"…got my hopes up. I thought, just maybe, you…you wouldn't give me special
treatment, Subaru. I thought you could look at me like an ordinary person, like
an ordinary girl, the same as any other…"
This was the girl that had demanded fair treatment in the chamber at the
royal selection.
The fact she was a half-elf must have caused her intense and prolonged
suffering for her wish for something so meager. But…
Subaru replied with a faltering, quiet murmur of his own.
"I can't…do that."
Emilia hadn't spoken as though she sought a response. Therefore, Subaru's
own murmur was not a reply, but a statement for his own benefit.
Mulling over Emilia's words, Subaru weakly and limply shook his head.
"Even if you tossed out every other person in the whole world, I couldn't do
that. I can't look at you the same as everyone else, I just can't."
That, at least, was the unmistakable truth.
He heard the door close. The air became still again.
Left alone in the room, Subaru curled up on top of the blankets, his gaze
wandering.
Abruptly, he pulled himself to the corner of the bed. He saw the robe that had
fallen on the floor.
He reached out, pulled it close, and embraced it. As he hugged it, he felt like a
trace of human warmth remained in it when all others had vanished. Subaru
squeezed it against his chest, as if trying to bind that warmth to himself.
—That day, for the first time in that other world, Subaru Natsuki became truly
alone.
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