Real teaching, but diary flow

"Yes, that's right. This is a fictional world that is faithfully reproduced based on your memories. So—your real parents still don't know where you are or what you're doing, and they continue to worry about their missing son."

she says.

"But is it really all fiction? There are several things I didn't know about..."

He said.

"Don't you really know? Haven't you ever read the letters sent by your parents' acquaintances? Have you never seen the old man who knew what your father was like when he was a child? Have you never had any doubt that your father is different from what you think?"

"Are you really planning to hide your true feelings and not want anyone to know them? The truth that would make things easier if others knew, the selfish desire to be loved no matter what—can you honestly say you haven't craved those feelings from your fictional father and your imagined mother?"

"That would be too idealistic and too convenient."

"—Don't you think so?"

Gentle words, a double-edged sword of coldness and warmth, a bewitching voice, and a radiant smile.

A slender witch with white hair and black eyes casually tries to pry open Subaru Natsuki's heart.

“I’ve conveyed all my answers. My dad and mom both received them. I said everything I couldn’t say aloud, and they also told me to keep going and be careful on the road.”

"Stop looking down on people."

Facing the sharp blade, Natsuki Subaru smiled, offering words that could only be described as self-comfort.

then.

The trial soon came to an end.

He passed the trial.

He met again the girl he had originally intended to see when he first intervened in the trial, the girl he loved.

—Before that.

Silent, ever-present, a pitch-black, thick book that Natsuki Subaru had seen countless times.

With a thud, it landed in the dark stone chamber.

He wouldn't notice, he wouldn't be aware of it.

For 'Natsuki Subaru', he didn't really have the leisure to relax his tense mind and pay attention to the books that followed him like shadowy rats.

Therefore, he could only move forward.

Forward, forward, forward!

death.

go ahead.

The timeline is rewound, the archives return to their origin, and the book that is still by my side.

What catches the eye is the Gospel in Beatrice's hand, or more accurately, the book should be called the 'Book of Wisdom'.

He snatched it, flipped through it, and then saw the blank pages.

What catches the eye is the Gospel in Roswaal's hand, or more accurately, the book should be called the 'Book of Wisdom'.

Roswaal said that these are the only two 'original' copies, and that they are genuine and not forgeries.

Natsuki Subaru doesn't understand anything about original texts or forgeries.

All he knew was that the clown in front of him was insane, or rather, he had been insane for a long time.

Most of the calamities he encountered along the way were caused by this person, and he also glimpsed a corner of his ability to return from death, which was blessed by the witch.

He wanted to see, he wanted to control, he wanted to manipulate, and in doing so, he could fulfill his long-cherished wish that had been swirling for centuries.

...A ferocious monster has attacked.

It came earlier than expected, much earlier than anticipated.

He is going to die again.

Roswaal stepped forward, letting himself be torn to pieces by the giant rabbit.

Before he departed, before he left, before the 'cemetery' where he finally wanted to reach the trial.

He finally noticed 'it'.

The Gospels? A book of wisdom?

I don't know what it is, but it looks exactly like the book Roswaal and Beatrice have. It's just an ordinary book.

It landed at my feet.

"...?"

Recalling Roswaal's words, recalling the blank book in Beatrice's hand not long ago, and how the two of them had become as if cursed because of that book.

Natsuki Subaru finally couldn't resist a bit of curiosity and reached out his hand.

...Anyway, this is the last place we can reach this time.

The arrival of the Great Rabbit could not be stopped. The world was ending, the future was unseen, hope was collapsing, and bonds were being ravaged. Everything was filled with the smell of blood.

He had no choice but to give up this time.

Then they look forward to the next time.

but......

Before that, it shouldn't be a problem to flip through this book a little, right?

Finally, I want to spend time with the person I like, and I want to spend time with Emilia. I still have plenty of time, so I can easily go to the tomb where Emilia participated in the trial while flipping through this book.

'This is what's written in the book, and I did it according to the book.'

Everything will follow the instructions of a book called The Life of Roswaal.

Was this book left behind by Roswaal?

Natsuki Subaru's hand grasped the 'diary'.

"Splash—"

He didn't even need to actively turn the page; the book seemed to have automatically flipped to the corresponding page number.

This makes it quite convenient for him to walk around and look at things without having to lift a finger.

...Although I wanted to start from the first page, since it's been so proactive, it shouldn't be a problem to start from here.

With this in mind, Natsuki Subaru turned his attention to the problem that appeared in the first line.

Subaru Natsuki, I am your father.

The first line contains text that is completely incomprehensible.

Natsuki Subaru: "...?"

no......

Why are you swearing right away?

Ahem, no, that's not it. Let's start over.

Wake up, wake up, Subaru Natsuki, wake up!

You should remember who you are!

That's right, you are King Shaflin! Join me in conquering the universe!

Looking down, all I could see were still those incomprehensible words.

Just as Natsuki Subaru was wondering if Roswaal had already guessed that he was going to peek at his Book of Wisdom, which was why he made such a commotion, but then he quickly realized that Roswaal probably didn't know what Saffron or the universe were, and was in a very strange state, the rest of the text seemed to officially begin to get to the point.

This is your gospel.

It should be called the Book of Wisdom, right? Anyway, it's something like that.

This is revelation, this is blessing, this is the 'gospel'.

Therefore, it is the Gospel.

Of course, you can also call it a diary.

Because this is the diary I wrote for the greatest new world God.

Because it is my record, it is a diary; because it is my writing, it is also called the Gospel.

Oh, that's enough of the introductory remarks. It's time for me to throw out a little 'hook' to entice you to read on.

I'm watching you, aren't I?

Are you on your way back from despair?

The Great Rabbit is wreaking havoc, Roswaal tells you the truth, and Beatrice reveals to you her four hundred years of solitude.

A world in its final moments, an unseen future, shattered hope, and ravaged bonds—everything is steeped in the scent of blood.

Wuhu, such a perfect start, and such a satisfying ending.

Restart it, Subaru Natsuki.

I'm going to say this to you coldly.

Yes, you can restart anytime, it's okay. You can restart whenever you want, and it doesn't matter if you restart.

My gospel will always be by your side; my gaze will always be on your existence.

Because without a doubt, I am stronger than Satella.

Do you want to guess who I am?

Do you think I'm Echidna?

Oh, indeed, the Book of Wisdom is nothing more than Echidna's toy. If I were to call myself a copy of the Book of Wisdom, such as the Gospels.

...Then I guess I really am a bit inferior.

wrong.

Hmph, there's no reason why a fake can't beat the real thing!

Names are something that should be claimed by the capable. Rather than letting the name "Gospels" become a counterfeit, it's better to give it to me.

Oh, Subaru Natsuki.

You possess the power of returning from death, you know Roswaal's true nature, and after much scheming, you finally understand what you should do.

You await your next return.

Is there anyone who can help you? Is there anyone who can guide you? Is my appearance at this moment meant to lend you a hand?

You should think of it this way.

—Then I should start laughing.

I'll wait until I'm in bed to dream.

I'm here to stab you in the back.

Natsuki Subaru's heart suddenly tightened, his reading motions faltered, and his steps faltered.

What he didn't notice was that the monster that had been there was right in front of him, but after tearing Roswaal's body apart, it didn't rush towards him as he slowed down.

Instead, they completely ignored his presence after he picked up the diary.

...He didn't notice.

He was still reading.

"..."

The book flowed surprisingly smoothly, perhaps because it touched upon the reality he was facing at the moment. He couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what lay ahead.

Although I was just reading the text, I inexplicably felt like I was having a conversation.

The opening is lighthearted and unconventional, yet the information revealed unexpectedly gives a sense of stability and reassurance. The writing about his current situation is as precise as if one had actually watched the whole thing from beginning to end.

As Natsuki Subaru did indeed write in his diary, he developed the illusion that the other party had come to help him.

Because he no longer has any cards.

The cards that can be played, the people that can be relied upon, and the means that can be used to solve the current problems.

He went through everything he had accumulated so far, but he couldn't find even a single clue that could offer any hope.