An Agreement.
Rem: Zero Volume 5, Chapter: 59! Tion_Official.
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[Rem.]
[Subaru and Ram were really worried. They wondered if they had been rude.
They seldom feel dejected.]
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[Rem: It's… It's nothing… There's nothing between us.]
[Emilia: R...Rem, are you all right? If you have problems, you can talk to me if you don't mind.]
Rem looks to the side as she can feel her eyes water again.
[Rem, Mind: I'm at my limit… If only I could tell Emilia that I can't do it anymore… I don't wanna continue this further… *!! T-that's right.]
[Emilia: Remura? What is it?]
Rem looks to Emilia, with an almost blank expression.
After all this time, why didn't she just tell Emilia? It could've been much easier if she told someone! Rem really easily forgets things!
[Rem, Mind: I've been struggling to change everything by myself, but I didn't even think to ask for help! But…]
[Emilia: Rem, are you really okay?]
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Rem closes her eyes, as she breathes in, she forgets about her stupidity, and once she breathes out, she opens her eyes and looks at Emilia.
[Rem: Emilia, Rem wants to tell you something.]
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[Emilia: All right.
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[Rem: Emilia… Up until now, I-... I-I've died many-
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The room is starting to be covered by darkness.
The room covers everything as Rem can't move or even breathe.
She feels something, a different something. Wait…
[Rem, Mind: H-hold… This smell… I… S-subaru wasn't j-joking… T-this is-]
Rem's heart was squeezed hard, and it was a hard one as Rem snaps back to reality as she screams holding her chest, she blinks many times and she can breathe.
She shakes her head and looks around, she can do all of those things.
But… but what was that…?
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[Emilia: ! Rem! What's wrong?? What happened to you all of a sudden??]
Rem is panting, terrified of what just happened.
[Rem, Mind: I can move… I can still talk, m-my heart doesn't hurt.]
She hugs herself as she shakes her head.
[But… e-everything, e-especially my heart… I-It's filled with fear…]
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[Emilia: What's the matter, Rem?? You've been acting strangely! Rem, If there's anything-]
[Rem: There's one thing Rem wants you to do…]
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Emilia nods as she awaits Rem's request.
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[Rem: Emilia… Leave the room… Forget about Rem…]
*!.
Rem lays down on the bed as she faces away from Emilia.
It looks like she doesn't wanna talk.
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Rem can't tell others anything after her death.
I've lost count of how many times I died here…
That feeling… After I tried to tell my ability, will I be able to return to my checkpoint after my death again?
Or will I be dead for good this time now that I've triggered something…?
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I'm making the assumption, I'll be gone for good once I die again…
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[You look so pathetic, but maybe that's just who you are, I suppose.]
Rem looks to who said that, and to her surprise.
It's Beatrice.
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[Rem: why are you here…?]
[Beatrice: My brother and that young lady asked me to come and check on you, I have no choice since they think I did something to you when you woke up, how nerve racking Betty has to deal with something she didn't even do.]
[Rem: … I see… I'm all right now… You came to apologize, right? This is already enough of an apology…]
*?
[Beatrice: Why should Betty apologize to you? Did you really think I did something to you, I suppose??]
She walks to Rem.
[If I don't put this fact right, I can't go and leave this room.]
*? … !
Beatrice pinches her nose as she backs away a bit from Rem.
[Beatrice: Not only you look gloomy, the odor is getting stronger now, I suppose!]
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[Beatrice: The witch's odor you idiot. It really hits my nose.]
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[Rem: Witch… D-Do you mean the witch of envy…?]
[Beatrice: Of course! Who else in this world would they mean?]
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[Rem: Why do I smell like that witch…?]
[Beatrice: How would I know? Whatever it is, you're a huge problem once you get the witch's special treatment.]
[Rem: But… I don't even know her name, or what she even looks like, if I smell like the witch, I'm scared she might be inside of me or something, but I don't really know.]
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[Beatrice: If there's nothing left you have to say then I'm going.]
She starts walking to the door.
[I'll tell my brother that I've spoken to you.]
[Rem: A- W-wait hold on a minute! Don't you feel sorry for what you did to me…?]
[Beatrice: No, No I don't.]
[Rem: … I'm going to tell you on Puck.]
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Gr…
Beatrice stops and turns to Rem, showing how she feels a little bit of sorry for what she did to her using her hand.
[Beatrice: I might feel just a tiny bit sorry. Can I leave now?
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[Rem: Hey, Beatrice. If you want me to forgive you and leave her already, c-can I ask you a favor?]
[Beatrice: Details before approval, Let's hear it first.
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[Rem: The morning of the fifth day, which is the day after tomorrow, can you p-protect me until then…?]
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[Beatrice: I don't want to be involved in your disputes. This mansion is extremely important to me.]
[Rem: I-I don't wanna do anything, I just want to avoid something.]
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[Beatrice: You want to trouble others even in this matter. You surely aim high, I suppose.]
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Rem looks to the side as she looks down.
[Rem: I have nothing to say on that….]
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Beatrice sighs as she walks again to Rem, feeling disappointed, she has no choice either way.
[Beatrice: Give me your hand.]
[Rem: Huh? Wha-
Beatrice is offering her hand, but Rem stays idle.
Annoyed, Beatrice takes Rem's hand instead as she hops on the bed.
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[Beatrice: I will grant your request. I, Beatrice, upon my honor, am bound by this agreement.
An agreement is an agreement, although it's temporary. I'll grant your absurd wish, I suppose.]
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Beatrice lets go as Rem looks at her own hand.
Rem's eyes are watering again. She can feel the feels already. But what's most embarrassing is…
[Rem: W..wow... I can't believe it… Rem is crying-
She covers her eyes.
-because of a little girl… I can't believe myself…]
[Beatrice: Grhh. Don't call me a little girl! And if you tattle on me to my brother I'll never forgive you, I suppose! Hpmf!]
Looking away after saying that, something triggers in Rem's mind, but can't get the exact answer to it.
[Rem: Well if that's so, I won't. *sigh* The level of your seriousness is like the devil.
[Beatrice: blp.]
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Chapter Ends.