After dawdling for another half hour and failing to come up with a good reason, Natsuki Subaru gave up on asking Kurumi for help. Even though Kurumi was strong, he had no idea just how monstrously powerful his attacker was.
What if even Kurumi couldn't beat them? Wouldn't that be awkward?
Natsuki Subaru decided to take the risk himself one more time. The feeling of dying had been carved deep into his soul. This was not loading a save in a single-player game; every loop left a massive shadow over the person experiencing it.
It had taken three blows from that round iron ball to kill him. At the time, Natsuki Subaru had been utterly despairing. The solid metal ball was covered in spikes, and every strike punctured his flesh with several bloody holes, while the rest of his body was crushed into pulp beneath the weight of the solid iron ball.
The agonizing pain of that instant had seemed ready to tear Natsuki Subaru apart.
The chain dragged the iron ball away, then swung it back again and again... Blood sprayed everywhere. Even in his final moments, he had failed to see what his attacker looked like.
Natsuki Subaru did not even know why he had been attacked.
His body shuddered. Natsuki Subaru did not dare think any further. What difference was there between tormenting himself like this and being a pervert?
During those half an hour, Natsuki Subaru struggled countless times. In the end... he still decided to make the trip once more.
What if the other party had simply killed the wrong person by accident?
Someone like him, who had just arrived in the New World and had no value whatsoever...
No. Natsuki Subaru suddenly thought of something.
Wasn't he in Count Mez's manor? And last night,