A Bed Lost of Warmth

RE ZERO DETAILED SUMMARY PHASE 5 And that's phase 4 over. A short phase. A baby phase. Midget phase. The usual reminders, because it's always good to be reminded: These are still summaries and I am still taking liberties to skim etc. when the mood strikes me. The mood is simply not striking me much now that the arc is in full swing. My Japanese still could be better and I am still unqualified to be translating it. Mistranslations will happen, but hopefully not egregiously. Proofreading is still not COME BACK For these reasons combined, I would recommend erring on the side of scepticism while reading. But ideally it will still be enjoyable scepticism. My Email is still [email protected] And previous chapters are still available at MEGA here: https://mega.nz/#F!VNdzDYYK! nK9fNU3LeprlZSbRAnlsRg ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ If any of this is new information to you, then you may be lost. This document begins at Chapter 98 of Arc 4, and is not where you should be if you have not read the previous 97 chapters. Please finangle your way toward the MEGA (I have hidden the link you seek somewhere on this page) and begin from whichever point is best for you: if this means immediately after the end of the anime, then you would want the document at the top which is labelled 'peruse first'. If this does not mean immediately after the end of the anime, I got nothing. You must locate where you left off by your own power. And that is the end to this rather sparse advisory. Now I will fill space with Rem. ARC 4: ETERNAL CONTRACT PHASE 5 CHAPTER LIST Chapter 98: A Bed Lost of Warmth 3 Chapter 99: Alone in a Confined Space 12 Chapter 100: Memories Buried in Dust 30 Chapter 101: Theta Chapter 1 42 Chapter 102: Recollections Absent in Memory 49 Chapter 103: Start of Sanctuary, Start of Destruction 55 Chapter 104: Theta Chapter 2 72 Chapter 105: The Merchant's Trap 81 Chapter 106: Otto Swein 91 Chapter 107: With the Final Trap, 102 Chapter 108: A Man of Only Good Timing 115 Chapter 109: Misstep 123 Chapter 110: Reason to Believe 137 Chapter 111: Garfiel's Barrier 153 Chapter 112: The Instinct to Reject Weakness 169 Chapter 113: Jewels Never Come From The Solitary Quene 180 Chapter 114: Lies Into Wishes 196 Chapter 115: You Are Never A Match For The Girl From Your Youth 211 Chapter 116: With Grandmother, With Mother, With Sister; As Grandson, As Son, As Brother 223 Chapter 117: Love Letters 243 CHAPTER 98: A BED LOST OF WARMTH —Close her eyes, and the memories of then come back vivid even now. White. A world of white. Awakened and breathing frigid puffs, young Emilia realises that she is amid a snowscape. Why? asks her heart. But there is no answer. She cannot remember the context for this, and her consciousness is spotty. She uprights her fallen body, runs to the window, and looks at the wintry scene outside. White demise cloaks the entirety of the village inside the familiar, verdant wood, now midway through a slow and progressive process of freezing. Being that this is Emilia's first time seeing it, she cannot recognize with certainty that this is the phenomenon known as snow. But her instincts sear the biting chill vividly into her young memory. Still unknowing of what is happening, her throat taut, Emilia breaks into a run with her expression tense. The moment she bounds out of the old house—out of the great, hollow tree—a cutting gale on her skin and a piercing cold at her feet assault the girl with their baptism. The snow immediately grabs her foot, and she tumbles face-first to the ground. Freezing. Crystallized snow in white flakes. Encountering these white, falling flakes of ice births a terror in Emilia. They are so awesomely beautiful, but so horrifyingly cold. With only these simple clothes—just a garment of thin cloth wrapped around her body—Emilia cannot counter the chill. The shivers racking her from her core originate from both the cold and from her terror. The snow pillages her of body heat, and the white crystals could captivate her heart. Emilia wails as she shoos the snow drifting around her away, and again runs. Snowflakes dance down from the sky endlessly. The flakes fall to her jaw as she pants, sticking in her throat. She coughs, running, tears travelling down her face. She didn't know why she was crying. But it's scary. She's afraid. Why was she alone here? Where did everybody go? Where did everybody, kind to her, who smiled at her, who would help her—where did they go? She attempts to envision everybody's faces, but a muck clogs her thoughts. The faces of everybody in her mind—their faces, their smiles, the images painted over by black shadow, attempting to steal their presence out of Emilia's head. Emilia: “—hk” Shaking her head messily as tears flow down her face, Emilia keeps running. She must not think. If she thinks about everybody, the black shadow will consume them. Everyone precious to her will disappear from her mind. But if she does not think about everyone, she will be alone. In a cold, impenetrable world of white, alone—that was an unbearable terror for the young Emilia. 3 Young Emilia is without power and without knowledge. All she can do in this white demise is struggle. The falling snow coils around the struggling Emilia as if in mocking, her little body descending steadily into pure white doom. —No one's here. She cannot meet anyone. Now, she will never ▓▓▓▓ everybody, just as she never had. Emilia: “—Nhaa!” Lost of where to go in this white world, her limbs numb and unmoving, Emilia falls into a squat as she cries like a baby. Her legs sink into the soft snow from the knees down, and although it must be cold, she does not feel it. Her white skin, often compared to the snow, now burns cold in ruborous red because of that very same stuff. Just like that, running away from absolutely everything, Emilia clutches her head as she sinks into the snow. The snow falls mercilessly upon the young girl, piling up, as Emilia's small body disappears into the white, and— ???: “—EMILIA!!” With her eyes closed and fallen into wakeless sleep, a scream rips through the silence to call her. Fringed with their long lashes, Emilia's eyes open as she springs up. The instant she does, her light body is pulled out of the snow and into an embrace. Emilia: “—a” ???: “It's okay, Emilia. Everything is okay, you're okay. Thank goodness... I found you...” She attempts to speak, but her perfectly frigid throat only manages a hazy breath. But the other understands Emilia's condition, hugging her, their voice trembling in pure joy at Emilia's safety. Brushing her face against their short silver hair, her nose red and sniffly, Emilia expresses her emotions bodily. To convey that, while they give her the ultimate in love, she feels the same way about them. This happiness again, of being cradled in their arms, and to speak there with them. Amidst the snow which had conveyed little Emilia the despair—perhaps everything is all over— there definitively existed a warmth, here, right here. Still hugging Emilia who shivers from joy and cold, the woman with short, silver hair and a relieved expression now stiffens her face, looking around the surroundings as she starts running. She draws her lips close to Emilia's ear, exhaling breaths of white. Woman: “Emilia, hear me? I know you must be worried about lots of things, and not know what's going on, but... everything is okay. I'll do something about all of this. Even if you and me maybe end up separated, you will absolutely never be alone...” Though the woman's words are urgent, Emilia does not understand what she is hearing. But the idea 4 that she would be separated from this person is terrifying. Her numb fingers grip at the woman's chest, and she shakes her head vigorously. For young and ignorant Emilia, appealing to the emotions of others is her only point of savvy. It was by continuously doing this that Emilia managed to remain an Emilia loved by everybody. She had always done it. And so here at this juncture, too, and from hereon out— Emilia: “—!” Woman: “No, you musn't, Emilia. Even if it was okay so far, you can't keep doing it from now on. You need to be a strong, smart, brave girl. If you aren't, you won't be able to accept yourself, and I know you'll meet a sad end. And for me, that's... for everybody, and for my brother, that's a sorrowful thing.” Emilia: “—u” She frantically shakes her head. But nevertheless, the woman heartlessly disregards Emilia's urging. She rebukes Emilia's reliance on others, saying she musn't do it. She can't believe it. Of course she would find it painful. Doing this had always allowed her to do something about things, even things she was told she mustn't do. So why wasn't it working this time? Why was her usual practice ineffective now, at the most painful, difficult, and scary moment thus far? If there were more correct methods, then how had she managed to reach this point without knowing them? —She was rather starting to detest everybody.

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