Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 232: Isaruti, the Human-God Apostle? A mountain of corpses, a dream becoming reality? [Important]

"Let's switch."

"Is it okay?"

In the darkness, no one responded.

The only thing that accompanied the light voice was the increasingly steady breathing.

Izuruti just stared at Sylphy's profile quietly with her lips parted.

"Let's exchange one for the other"

".But.?"

".Change"

"Can"

"by"

again and again.

The inquiries did not stop.

But the sound became increasingly fragmented, fainter, and more inaudible.

She didn't even want Sylphy to answer this question.

Because this is destined to be a hopeless answer.

Finally, the voice stopped.

The hair rose up on the pillow, left the pillow, and swept across the neck.

In the darkness, a beautiful figure slowly rose from the bed.

Reaching out, he passed over the side of Sylphy's face.

He turned over and stepped over Sylphy's body.

In a kneeling position, he hovered over Sylphy.

As she moved, her soft black hair fell from her ears, covering her face like a curtain.

The shadows flickered in front of the face. The weak light could not catch people's emotions.

Isaruti lowered her head slowly, and her hair fell with her movement.
落下
A black curtain fell like a canopy.

Her face and Sylphy's face were locked in the same darkness.

This is a bad habit that has been developed since childhood.

A home without parents, a bedroom without companionship.

Only darkness accompanies me to sleep, and only darkness is willing to listen to all my doubts and unwillingness.

Darkness is the 'safe' zone she deliberately created, a 'secret' space where she can talk freely.

At this point, the emotions were finally released.

So, the voice of the heart keeps on coming.

He faced the calm thoughts that were tempered by his own Water God Flow and the chaotic emotions that had been locked away for three whole days.

I also faced the fact that I had been locked up for three years. I was raised high three days ago, and then suddenly fell down three days ago.
sincere.

'If it's possible to exchange.'

'You can become a member of the Miris Cult, or you can be redeemed by your senior brother.'

"You can watch him practice swordsmanship every day and grow up with your senior brother."

'Then.'

'You can also be shocked to hear the news of your brother's death. You can also be delighted to learn that your brother is still alive.'

'You can also make up your mind to bring your brother back to the dojo. You can also hesitate whether this is the result your brother wants.'

"You can also improve your swordsmanship during the day, or hesitate every night whether to go to Roya."

'Then.'

'You eventually received an invitation from Boreas.'

'You looked at the scenery outside the carriage with delight for 46 days.'

"I saw the necklace on the chest of Miss Sylphy."

"The partner of the water god needs to abandon his family and serve the water god as a free man, so you never wanted to become a water god."

"But, now that things have come to this, you can only choose to become the Water God, because only in this way can you respond to your senior brother's expectations."

'You are ashamed and stubborn, so you just act like you always do and firmly tell your brother that you can become the Water God.'

'But this is not what you want to do at all, and this is not why you really want to go to Roya.'

"Ms. Sylphy, even so, do you still want to switch with me?"

'.Ms. Sylphy.'

'.I envy you.'

'.Ms. Sylphy.'

'.If you envy me.'

"You come to be Izuruti."

'You come to be the water god.'

"Is it possible?"

The words fell.

In the darkness, the two figures seemed to overlap.

There was a slight snapping sound.

Izuruti raised her head hurriedly.

In the sight, Sylphy did not wake up, but just moved her head slightly, her breathing still steady.

Izuruti just sat on the bed, staring at Sylphy.

2:30
2:31
2:32
2:40
For ten minutes, the moonlight outside the window dimmed and then brightened, but she just stood there motionless.

at last.

The inner voice sounded again.

There are no dense voices under the excitement, nor are there ups and downs of emotions.

Just simple syllables.

'.Feel sorry.'

At the same time, she got up from the bed, stepped on the ground with the footsteps of the Water God Flow, and slowly walked to her suitcase.

He reached out and pulled out the wooden box in the corner of the suitcase.

Open it carefully.

The moonlight passed through the window, across her fingertips, and sprinkled into the wooden box.

It was a broken knife handle. The end of the handle was still intact, the surface was polished very finely, and the wood texture was clearly visible.

Near the blade end, you can clearly see the deep marks left by the blade breaking, and the edge seems to be driven by a huge force, causing a bunch of burrs to appear.

Among the burrs, even after cleaning, some of the deep thorn roots were still stained red.

——The hilt of the sword that Allen lost after fighting in the forest outside the city of Rigate was a fifth birthday gift given to Allen by Izuru.

She stared at the handle of the knife for a while, then put it back into the wooden box.

The wooden box was slowly closed.

With a click, the moonlight floating above it was extinguished.

Izuluti's suitcase was not big, and this wooden box alone took up one-sixth of it. The filling inside looked quite exquisite compared to the other simple items in the suitcase. Even though there was only a knife handle inside, it seemed as if a work of art was being preserved.

Izuruti brought it here specially, intending to return it to its original state and to "complain" to Alan at the same time.

In this way, there will naturally be more topics to talk about, which can quickly eliminate the sense of alienation between the two people and quickly bring them closer to the senior brother.

After all, we haven't seen each other for three years, and there has been no correspondence. No matter how familiar and intimate we were in the past, there must be a lot of unfamiliarity now.

Then, an item is needed to 'awaken' the connection between the two people's past.

Izuruti chose the scabbard without much hesitation.

It's suitable in every aspect.

however.

Now it seems.

like
There is no need for that.

She sighed silently, returned to the bed, and lay in her original position.

Staring straight at the ceiling in the dark.

Closed his eyes.

Amidst the confusion of thoughts, consciousness gradually became blurred.

Over the past three years, that figure has often appeared in my dreams. No matter how much I run, I can’t get closer to it, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t catch up with it.

back.

These days, his back has finally become clearer.

Still separated by mountains and seas.

Still out of reach.

Isaruti, fell asleep.

2:50
2:51
2:52
3:00
ten minutes.

There is a god who comes into my dream.

She opened her eyes.

Endless whiteness came into view.

It was an endless void - in Izuruti's 'sensory flow', there was nothing around her, the air was not air, and white was not white.

She couldn't see anything, and even at the moment she became conscious, the thought of "white" entered her mind.

That is not the 'perception' of environmental information, it is just because there is 'nothing' around.

Therefore, the brain can only grasp a nearby "cognition" to replace the perceived information.

After a moment of trance, she spoke in surprise.

“This is a dream”

【Yes. 】

The 'sound' comes from the side of the ear.

Isaruti suddenly turned her head and looked to the side.

White collapsed.

As Isaruti cast her gaze, the whiteness of the place where her sight passed by collapsed and disintegrated inch by inch.

Why is it collapsing?

Because the 'white' where your eyes fall already has a 'shape'.

Hands, feet, torso, limbs, head.

A hazy face and a fleeting smile.

Unable to observe, unidentifiable.

This is a contradictory feeling. In the "sensory flow", when the "sight" passes by, the information details that should have been reflected in Izuluti's eyes naturally dissipated, leaving only a hazy image that entered her mind.

This is the human form.

This is the power of God.

This is Him.

The god of the Miris sect was floating in the air beside her, looking down at her.

It makes people feel friendly and awed.

Isaruti was a little panicked, and then she heard 'his' 'voice'.

With a 'smile'.

[The coward who considers himself a false believer, we meet again. Did the debate with the false believer from Miris affect your opinion? ]

Izuluti suddenly felt her throat a little dry, and she quickly lowered her head, clenching her hands nervously. After a moment, she made a standard Milis sect salute.

The reason why she reacted so strongly when Senis said those "heretical" words was because she knew clearly.

——There is no doubt that following the teachings is the prerequisite for gaining His attention.

Because it was Miris who told her this himself.

And she has been basking in the gaze.

But before she could open her mouth, God had already answered her thoughts.

[If you don't even follow the doctrine, how can you be called a believer? There are very few true believers in the land of Asura. ]

Izuruti blinked, not knowing what to say.

【cowardly.】

Izuluti looked up suddenly, only to see the god looking down at her, his face blurry and impossible to observe.

But the 'smile' became even stronger.

[Two months ago, you prayed to me in Charles' temple, and I cast my gaze on you and gave you direction.]

[Isn't what you want right in front of you? Why are you hesitating? ]

Isaruti was visibly stunned.

To be precise, what she prayed about in the temple two months ago were two questions.

——Brother, are you willing to return to the capital?

——And how is senior brother doing recently?

That night, God responded with a look.

The answer to the former is - yes.

The latter's answer was that the senior brother had obtained what he had been pursuing, and gave the corresponding information in detail, and "predicted" that a "variable" would occur in three days, and then disappeared in her dream.

These responses, which had no particular direction, were completely consistent with her understanding of the "oracle", allowing her to truly feel that God did exist.

Because, three days later, Lord Philip's letter arrived, and obviously, this was the "variable".

But what is this thing called direction?
And why did he say that he was being watched? Hadn't he been watched since he was very young? Although he had never received such a clear response and oracle in his previous dreams, it was undoubtedly a watch. But what exactly did he mean by the oracle he was talking about now?
Izuruti subconsciously looked up at God.

The latter just looked at her quietly, as if he was thinking, or as if he was just questioning her.

Isaruti actually felt like she had let down the oracle.

Then I heard God say this.

[All believers are overlooked by me. But only after I truly "see" you, can you hear my response. ]

This gentle and kind explanation made Isa Luti nod quickly, feeling a little flattered.

[As for what you want. Since I'm looking at you, I can see everything. Just like now.]

Isaruti became even more flustered, even a little flustered with a sense of shame.

[It doesn’t have to be like this. Human beings’ desires are nothing more than these things: power, money, fame, and emotions. There is no escape from these things. Don’t forget, I was once a human being.]

".I'm sorry to let you see my ugly side. My troubles are so shallow. But you should also know the current situation. Neither the doctrine nor my thoughts allow me to do so."

Before Isa Luti could finish her words, she felt the smile in front of her become even more intense.

But there is not the slightest hint of irony, only a more intimate sense of compassion.

【What you want. 】

[What is the contradiction with the doctrine? ]

Isaruti opened her mouth in confusion.

The god just 'smiled' at her.

"But Miss Sylphy and the others."

【cowardly.】

Isaruti was about to say something else.

This moment.

God's smile disappeared.

It seems as if I am rejected by Him.

The endless white suddenly collapsed and broke down.

Isaruti looked up at the busy sky in astonishment.

then.

She opened her eyes.

As you look, the dark ceiling is at the end of your sight.

She returned to her hotel room.

3:40
Isaruti stared at the ceiling blankly, feeling a little lost.

Am I rejected by Saint Milis?

because
cowardly?

But the next moment, she suddenly felt something strange.

The friction of the fabric, the feedback of the touch, the stroking back and forth.

Even though the light was dim, with her excellent water god perception, she could still clearly feel a pair of hands placed on her pajamas on her chest.

Isaruti's face froze and she looked down in front of her.

That's a hand.

Some petite hands.

Rubbing hands back and forth.

She opened her mouth with a look of surprise and looked to her side - it seemed that she was not abandoned, but someone woke her up from her dream.

I saw the white-haired 'little animal' lying in my arms.

His eyes were tightly closed, his long ears were trembling, and the temperature from his hands was extremely hot.

The attacker——Sylphiet.

Not only was he not honest with his hands, he was also mumbling to himself.

"Alan, don't hold my hand. This is really not okay. No, oooooo."

Izaluti was numb.

It took her a long time to figure out who she was, where she was, and how she had ended up like this.

Then he silently reached out and pulled Sylphy's hand down.

It was visibly that Sylphy's tense expression in her sleep relaxed.

She even breathed a sigh of relief, and then...
He put his hands in front of himself, and soon his brows furrowed.

"That won't work, Alan. You can do it yourself."

Izoloti looked at Sylphy's expressive expression and movements with an expressionless face. It took her a long time to determine from her breathing that she was indeed dreaming.

She looked at Sylphy quietly for a while, but just sighed.

".cowardly"

"What"

After a moment's silence, Izuruti quietly moved her body out of Sylphy's clutches, prepared to close her eyes and continue sleeping, attempting to re-establish the connection with God and ask all the questions she needed to ask.

But at this moment, the curtains swayed slightly.

The Motalite wind blew into the guest room along the window sill.

Brought a faint smell of blood.

Isa Luti suddenly opened her eyes and immediately woke up. Her mind instantly connected the smell of blood with the somewhat strange hospitality when she checked in downstairs.

She rolled over and landed lightly on the ground, walked to the window, and reached out to draw aside the curtains.

There was silence in Motalit.

Not far outside the window is the hotel's stable. In the quiet night, the horses are walking slowly in the stable without any sign of abnormality.

She frowned, turned around to confirm that Sylphy and Alice were sleeping soundly, walked quickly and lightly to the table, picked up the knife, took a step, gently turned the doorknob, and opened the door.

The corridor was silent, without a single candlelight.

She did not step out of the room rashly, but just turned the "sensory flow" as high as possible, and only tiptoed out after confirming that there was no one in the corridor.

He tilted his head and felt the current spreading along the dark corridor.

Unfortunately, Izuruti's sense flow is not enough to cover the front desk position, and the accuracy is also much worse.

However, the light at the hotel reception, which should have been on all the time, was off.

She narrowed her eyes and looked deeply at the darkness at the end of the corridor, then passed by Alan's door, but retreated silently, returned to the guest room, and reached out to lock the door carefully.

He turned around and walked through the guest room to the window.

Jump out.

Arrived at the door of the hotel - it was fully booked.

The source of the bloody smell—the pub next door.

Entering the hotel again——The corpse at the front desk

I walked along the corridor back to the guest room and checked every corner - nothing unusual.

The door of my senior brother’s room—the door handle could be turned, but the door could not be pushed.

Isaruti's face turned pale.

She immediately started running towards the gate and arrived outside the hotel again.

The streets at night are as dark as ink.

Without hesitation, he just turned around and jumped towards the tavern next to him that was emitting a strong smell of blood.

But before she reached the door, she stopped.

Beside the smooth feet stained with mud, there were drops of blood dripping onto the ground.

She stared blankly at the traces of blood, but as if possessed by a spirit, she changed the direction of her steps and walked along the traces of blood drops along the entrance of the tavern all the way to the back of the tavern.

Go forward and trace the source.

Lift your step and step down.

Step by step.

Came to the stable behind the tavern.

The stable was large, but there were no horses walking around inside.

The stable was large, but it smelled strongly of blood.

The stables are large
Its door was open, but the thick darkness made it impossible to see what was inside.
Is there someone she is looking forward to?
Isa Luti took another step and walked inside step by step
Go.

Into the darkness.

Stepped into the stable.

I don’t know if the moment I stepped down was a coincidence or fate.

The moonlight broke free from the dark clouds and fell from the sky.

It poured into the stable like water.

With just one glance, she saw it clearly.

throne.

The throne of thorns with red and black flowers.

Red is flowing blood.

The black is the solidified scab.

Amid the flowers are countless heads stained with blood.

The thorns are arms and legs scattered haphazardly on the ground.

The corpses were densely packed, stacked and nested.

Build a throne of corpses.

No one sits on it.

Isaruti stared blankly at the image of death that she had seen in her dream.

Then, a sudden inspiration came to his mind and he turned his head.

Look to the side, where the shadow is blocked by the stable wall and the moonlight cannot reach.

Two pairs of eyes were staring at the mountain of corpses.

A head emerged from the ground in the darkness.

Another one.
In front of the head, in the darkness, a figure stood quietly.

He looked up at the throne of corpses through the moon and shadows.

Turning his head, he glanced over.

His sight broke through the moonlight that was lingering on his face.

It was a familiar pair of dark grey eyes.

　The writing in the middle is not very good. If there are any problems, please mark them and I will see how to improve them. I’m going to sleep first.

　
(End of this chapter)