Real teaching, but diary flow

Without memories, let alone emotions, you believe you have nothing to worry about, having returned from death.

By piecing together Subaru's personality from other people's memories, he can return to a time before anything happened through death.

A perfect plan was born.

Unfortunately, you didn't realize that you couldn't piece together your own memories from other people's memories alone, and you, without your own memories, didn't realize that Return to Death has a concept called 'save points'.

You can't freely return to where you want to be; once she determines you've overcome the difficulties, the past can never be undone.

Willing to serve?

Jealous as I am?

Gluttony, Tower of the Sages, Book of the Dead?

One name after another was written in the diary, and one convincing event after another, which seemed to foreshadow events, was uttered with words.

That's really... a very powerful vision of the future.

If it were just the past, it could be said to be a deduction based on his experience.

But the mention of gluttony and overeating.

It cannot be so easily dismissed.

...But in the end, Natsuki Subaru had no intention of questioning the Diary Master.

You're kidding, this is my godfather. Would my godfather harm me?

Instead of worrying about whether her godfather might use false information to deceive and harm her, she should reflect on the possibilities of the previous routes.

Although being scolded for pretending to understand was somewhat like hitting the bullseye, to be honest, Natsuki Subaru actually enjoyed watching it.

Just like when I was a child, I would think about things when faced with problems, unfairness, or my parents' behavior that I sometimes felt was wrong.

If I turn evil! I'll become a corrupted elementary school student, and you'll all cry and regret it for me!

I can't help but have this thought.

In fact, even now, he still occasionally has such thoughts.

The IF lines provided in the diary largely satisfied this need.

See? I'm so powerful after I turn evil! Don't underestimate me! Watch out, I might become 'Pride'/'Wrath'/'Greed' after I turn evil!

cough cough.

Although that's what I thought, I still feel somewhat ashamed to even have such a thought.

[The possibility that may occur, the impossibility that has never occurred.]

Having returned from the brink of death, you possess almost limitless possibilities.

What I have written here are nothing more than the fatal, fundamental original sins that appear at various turning points.

It is impossible to exhaust everything.

The description of greed is not complete. What I didn't say is that Emilia failed the trial and cut her long hair. What I didn't say is that you took Reinhard from Felt and made him your sword. What I didn't say is that Otto Suvin chose to leave you. What I didn't say is...

Just to check the weather, you ordered the Gut Hunter to kill you, went back in time, and said that one sentence.

"It's a beautiful day today."

That's why you committed suicide to return to this time.

Therefore, do not believe everything, but do not disbelieve everything either.

Just treat it as a story you heard in your spare time, except that the protagonist was chosen to be you, Natsuki Subaru.

I'm not saying all this or writing so much to change you, and I certainly don't intend to give you detailed instructions on how to achieve the perfect ending.

If you want to do that, go down the Greed route and form a contract with Echidna.

That's Echidna's job.

not mine.

So, that's it, just right.

Holding the reins of death in your hands, you possess limitless possibilities, though I may be tired of saying it already.

However, you need to grow. You can't go through so much and still act like a clueless student who has just arrived in another world.

Recklessness and arrogance only make people feel annoyed.

I won't interfere with your future path, even though telling you this now is already a significant form of interference.

However, if you have some free time, or if you want to see something a little different from the general atmosphere of this world, you can flip through the previous content.

It is my diary.

Yes, it's not some gospel or book of wisdom that I can use to justify this; this is my diary, and I must admit it.

Just look at it and have a laugh, that's about it.

At last.

Having discussed so many routes, if we simply refer to them by names like 'pride,' 'wrath,' 'sloth,' 'greed,' and 'gluttony,' your impression of them will still be somewhat vague.

So, I'll briefly describe their characteristics to you.

These are the marks left by their own past experiences, but perhaps even a clumsy imitation can allow you to 'borrow' a little bit of their spirit, a little bit of their wisdom, and a little bit of courage that is not reckless.

Jealous as you are, you regard sportswear as your most important marker, which is who you are now, just who you are now.

This is jealousy.

Arrogant as you are, cloaked in the cloak of a high priest, with only one person's reflection in your eyes and only one person's figure in your heart, but deep within that reflection, beneath that long, silver-haired silhouette, lies your own true self.

This is arrogance.

Enraged, you were dressed in all black, using an orange scarf to cover the strangulation marks left on your neck by that woman. You had heavy dark circles under your eyes, a sickly demeanor, and were incredibly thin, yet also incredibly violent.

This is anger.

Lazy as you are, you put away your cherished sportswear and leisurely chose to wear a kimono, even tying your hair in a braid.

This is laziness.

Even with your strong desires, dressed in a gorgeous gown and wearing an exquisite necklace, your face still betrays a weariness that even your most skillful acting cannot conceal. If you weren't putting your heart into the performance, all you would see would be a forced smile.

This is lust.

You, who gluttons, are draped in a robe in the Tower of Sages. The past and memories have vanished like smoke, and your jet-black hair has lost its color, just like your empty and blank personality.

This is binge eating.

Lending is permitted, but you must repay it.

I must give you a piece of advice.

"Don't try to become like them."

The diary is finished.

"Reading completed for today, reading points +1."

That was the cold, calm voice that rang in my ears.

No matter how long I waited, no matter how many times I flipped through the page, the remaining text never appeared.

It seems it's really over.

His godfather is gone.

Surprisingly, Subaru Natsuki found himself feeling a pang of reluctance.

Even though his godfather had already scolded him like that when he first appeared, he only realized how good his godfather was at the end.

Even though I've already told myself so much, I still stubbornly insist that I don't expect myself to change.

"...Isn't this just classic tsundere behavior?"

For no apparent reason, Natsuki Subaru suddenly uttered this sentence.

But soon, he shrank back.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Godfather, you're not listening, are you? I really didn't mean to!"

Subaru Natsuki hurriedly covered his head and begged for mercy, once again adopting the posture of a samurai.

He hadn't mastered the other skills, but he became incredibly proficient at the Shixiazu posture in a very short time.

"..."

There was no response, and no new words appeared in the diary.

Is this... that they're not watching, or are they just going to let it go?

Never mind, let's just assume it's the latter.

Slightly relieved, Natsuki Subaru got up again and sat down leaning against the wall.

The amount of information his godfather has gathered in this short period of time is simply explosive; it might even be more explosive than the information he collected during his last return from death.

He now has to sort through the intelligence he obtained from the return from death, and also organize the intelligence given to him by his godfather.

Oh no, am I really going to have to commit suicide again?

Subaru Natsuki couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

Although he really wanted to organize the intelligence he had gathered from his last return from the dead before making a plan, he was indeed more concerned about the information his godfather had given him.

The closest route to the route of strong desire.

Satella will appear at the witch's tea party.

Although they already knew the trap Echidna would set, Echidna could still read their memories.

If Echidna knew what her godfather had written...

Will she get even more excited?

Even so, he had no choice but to go to the place of the trial.

He felt it was necessary for him to formally meet Satella.

This is an opportunity not to be missed.

We can't think about the distant future. The Tower of Sages and Gluttony are quite frightening, but it's not time to prepare for them yet.

However, since they already had their godfather's diary...

Perhaps I don't need to worry too much about amnesia?

Even though her godfather said he didn't intend to interfere anymore, the words she left in her diary at this moment were the best help she could receive.

"—Look at the impossible now."

So, after bringing Emilia, who had failed the trial once again, back to the Sanctuary, Subaru Natsuki, who had once again arrived at the trial chamber, naturally heard Echidna's voice.

The impossible present, the second trial unfolding after the past.

Echidna's trials are three.

One is the past, and the other is the present.

The dream created by Echidna is incredibly real: the touch of blood, the words of familiar people, and the final ending.

He should have felt nauseous; he should have twisted his body and repeatedly banged his head on the ground in agony to stop thinking about it.

But he didn't.

Perhaps it was because he had prepared in advance, or perhaps it was because this level of 'Bad End' did not suffocate him as much as Pride, Wrath, Greed and Gluttony.

Even if those are just paraphrases of words, even if what is happening before our eyes is a dream that seems incredibly real.

But that's all there is to it.

There are fundamental differences.

In terms of 'reasonableness' and 'logic', and in terms of the degree to which it is 'convincing'.

and so.

"Stop playing these games, Echidna."

Natsuki Subaru arrived before the witch once again.