– Give away all your most valuable things, fall on your knees, beg for mercy and maybe we won't hurt you.
– That's enough, villains!
Then what was it? Ice? Magic? Perhaps both. But why was it necessary? For what?
– I'm sorry you got into this because of me.
– Wait..!
Something else... Magic? The wind? No, Divine Protection... but which one exactly..?
– Are you in pain? Are you scared? Does it hurt? Scared? Is it painfu~l and scary~?
– I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'mgonnadie, I'mgonnadie, I'mgonnadie, gonnadie, gonnadie, gonnadie-gonnadie-gonnadie-die-diediediediediediediediediediediediediediediediediedie..!
The entrails flowing out, the red color all over the field of view and something... No, someone else. Black clothes, a lush half-naked chest, a shiny blade in his hand... Those eyes are full of madness.
– Be careful, ⬜⬜⬜, she really is a monster.
– Don't worry. Hunting monsters is my speciality.
What was there? Red hair? Elegant white clothes? A big sword? And something else, isn't it? Such a familiar guy, but... Who was it..?
– I hate you.
– Heh, I know.
The same clothes, there is also a sword, but the colors are different, just the colors of the whole rainbow, so bright... It's not the same thing.. isn't it?
– Your journey here has come to an end!
– NATSUKI SUBARU!
Well... He was crushed. Man... No, it was a monster, a zombie, or a zombie-monster, or maybe a monster-zombie. But he was talking, clinging to some kind of desire. But what was it? Love? Hate? Although, probably, there is no difference, since he died.
– Subaru, who is ⬜⬜⬜?
– And..? Ah?!
That lady again. Silver hair color, long ears and uncomprehending purple eyes. He doesn't seem to have heard her name before, but she knows it.
– Wait, wait! It's my fault. My name is Natsuki Subaru.
– Is that so? It's good, it's really nice when people understand each other. Well, in that case, I have to give my name to the person I'm talking to, right? The Sin Archbishop of the Witch Cult, representing Greed. ⬜⬜⬜
And, of course, this guy. Unpleasant guy, incredibly unpleasant guy, too unpleasant guy, extremely unpleasant guy, damn unpleasant guy, very unpleasant guy, quite unpleasant guy.
– Did you make a mistake in your calculations, Natsuki-kun? It would be a problem if you ignored my darling ⬜⬜⬜.
– I was not mistaken. That's why there are only five of us.
Five. Yes, there were five of us. But why? For what? And who... No, what is she?
– Naked nee-san is so~ funny.
– Do you think so?
Naked nee-san? Did Natsuki Subaru really have a sister? No, no, that's impossible, because he would definitely remember something like that... Anything at all... However, the girl with the scythe didn't say another word about it to dispel his doubts.
– Did the Master stare at my chest? ⬜⬜⬜ is experiencing conflicting feelings!
– I wasn't looking anywhere!
But the chest is really almost open. Is this the naked nee-san? If so, then... That's okay, she's not Natsuki Subaru's sister, but only... Who is she..?
– Just tell me this is a fucking joke, that this is just one of your idiotic plans, Barusu. ⬜⬜⬜ will understand this and support you.
– I'm sorry, nee-sama. But I really don't remember.
Another nee-san..? No, this one is too different. Pink, strong, defiant. They don't look alike at all. That's why...
– We are the Sin Archbishop of the Witch Cult, representing Gluttony, Louis Arneb.
– Huh..? The Witch Cult?
Louis... That's right, it's her, but...? Why do I remember this? Why is Louis Arneb, Archbishop of the Witch Cult, Gluttony, why is she still in my head? And Weitz, and Idra, and Hiain, and Gustav, and Cecil, and even Abel. They're still here, but...
Natsuki Subaru completely forgot why, couldn't even remember why, wanted to remember why, but couldn't remember exactly why, why, why, why, why...
– Save me...
Because his head is bursting. Because there are enemies around him. Because he no longer has a chance to get out of this loop.
– Subaru-sama, I'm nearby, I'm here next to you.
And it's just her. The girl whose name he hadn't forgotten yet. She's so close, she's so warm, she's... this... her name...
– Tanza..san...
– It's me.
And she hugged him so tenderly that all the questions he had asked himself earlier seemed to disappear. No more worries, no more problems, just this girl with the deer horn. She brought him to the forest outside the cursed island, where they could temporarily hide from the eyes of the Empire's messengers, who seemed to be scurrying everywhere.
– This... I've already forgotten that, haven't I?
The girl looked at him blankly, but said nothing. He needs to rest now, and she doesn't mind at all giving him her lap as a place for this obligatory break. Even if he has forgotten something, even if so, he is still...
– ... Remembers my name.
And this is the most important thing.