Arc 5 – 15, 'A Deafening Silence”

Arc 5 – Chapter 15, “A Deafening Silence”

The next morning, a bleary-eyed Subaru stood in the sunlit courtyard. Feeling the hard gravel and sand through his shoes, he took a deep breath of the cool morning air.

Emilia directed a smile at the pleased Subaru as he gave a relaxed, “mmm!”.

Emilia: “What is it? Subaru seems happy today, did something nice happen?”

Subaru: “Many nice things happened. An important event happened last night, Emilia’s charming braid was an unexpected treat, and the baths were spacious and comfortable.”

Emilia: “Ah, I can say the same. I also took a very comfortable bath yesterday. The bathhouse in the Roswaal Mansion is great, but the bath surrounded by stones here is so fresh.”

Last night, the beauty of Emilia’s melodiously flowing silver hair, as the braid Subaru had made swayed, had been breathtaking. Although her usual long straight hair also showed her frosty, snow-like beauty, seeing an unusual hairstyle on her had its own sense of privilege.

Anyway, Emilia, whatever she looked like, was always equally appealing.

With that in mind, Subaru turned his attention back to the present as Emilia spoke again.

Although indoors, the bath went as far as it could to resemble an open-air bath, and the decorations evoked a natural image of the outdoors. Cobblestone covered the ledges along the bath’s wall. If it had been marble instead, the bath would have lost much of its uniqueness.

Emilia: “Since I saw this type of bath for the first time, I ended up having a lot of fun frolicking with Crusch-san and Felt-chan.”

Subaru: “That’s a prime fanservice scene from a galgame. It’s a CG that’s absolutely necessary to collect.”

Emilia: “C... G?”

Subaru: “It’s nothing, I was just teasing you. You seem happy, are you?”

Emilia: “Mm, very.”

Emilia, whose happiness was shared with Subaru, also seemed at a glance, joyful, and this feeling alleviated the initial anxiety and suspicion that had accompanied their trip to Pristella. The issue was—

Subaru: “Those two over there have such unhappy, gloomy looking faces.”

Beatrice: “...it’s nothing, in fact.”

Otto: “Please don’t mind me... hic. I just had a little, hic, too much to drink.”

Standing where Subaru was pointing was a loli with a frosty expression on her face, and a man whose usually elegant features were pale.

Needless to say, these two were Beatrice and Otto. After some careful consideration, Subaru decided to say hello to the almost transparent Otto.

Subaru: “Otto. You were a no-show at dinner yesterday, where’d you go?”

Otto: “Like I said when we parted ways, hic, it’s rare for me to have a chance to come to Pristella, and while, hic, we’re here, I wanted to establish some connections.”

Subaru: “What’s up with you? You’re even more drunk than you were when we first met.”

Otto: “...? My memory might be messed up, but, hic, my first meeting with Natsuki-san didn’t seem to involve alcohol...”

Subaru: “Well, it’s your own memory, so think what you will.”

Otto, who was reproached for an unknown reason, wore a helpless expression, although Subaru’s comments were all moot.

From Subaru’s perspective, he had numerous first meetings with Otto, but his first one was with a frustrated Otto in a tavern, who had been as equally pale as the current one. Shortly afterwards, however, Subaru had returned from death. Therefore, from Otto’s point view, their first meeting had been the embarrassing one in which Subaru had been responsible for saving him from the Witch Cult.

Of course, it was futile to argue, since both would be wrong.

Subaru: “Don’t do things that would give Beako bad habits. Well, I can understand that you were in a rush to help our faction.”

Otto: “I did this all of my own volition. —Even though I have no idea why I did this to myself.”

Otto, whose head seemed to be feeling rather heavy, was unable to respond to Subaru. After a moment he looked up at the courtyard, changing the course of the conversation with an “actually...”,

Otto: “What happened to Garfiel? It’s rare to not see him up at this time. Isn’t it convention for him to get up earlier than anyone earlier so he can find the highest location to yell from?”

Subaru: “There’s probably not anywhere high up here, but that isn’t why he’s not here. Though, that would be his own juvenile secret. Please be gentle with him the next time you meet.”

Otto: “To someone who has no idea whatsoever as the what happened, aren’t those words too misleading!? ...ahh, my head still hurts.”

Subaru: “You’re certainly self-destructive.”

Watching a night-comatose Otto collapse onto the floor, Subaru smiled. He then turned around and looked at Beatrice, who had been silent since the beginning of their exchange.

Subaru: “So, what about, Beako? Yesterday, you were so lively, but now you’re all gloomy. That’s so uncute.”

Beatrice: “Don’t just assume things, I suppose. I’m not feeling gloomy, in fact. Betty just suddenly remembered a few things, which she has to carefully scrutinize, I suppose.”

Subaru: “What’s the matter? If you have any trouble, spit it out. If it’s something dangerous, one person might not know how to handle it.”

Surprised at what Beatrice had said, Subaru narrowed his eyes slightly and gave a gesture indicating his readiness. Emilia also nodded as if she were listening carefully.

Beatrice bit her lips, revealing a rare hesitation, before choosing her words with a pompous air.

Beatrice: “It started yesterday, after Subaru abandoned me to play with Garfiel, in fact.”

Subaru: “A questionable interpretation, but go on.”

Beatrice: “Betty had gone to look for Emilia to kill time with, I suppose. On the way to her room, I ran into an employee, who I made a little bit of small talk with, in fact.”

Subaru: “Beako... making small talk...!?”

Learning that Beatrice’s ability to communicate had improved somewhat left Subaru speechless. He turned to Emilia, shocked, and she gave an eager nod.

Incredible! The notion of Beatrice initiating conversations with strangers was entirely unexpected. Maybe the freshness of travel had let Beatrice experience an unexpected growth.

After returning home, he needed to update the “Beako’s Growth Diary” with this development as soon as possible.

The diary, which recorded the Beako’s daily growth, had already reached three volumes. Thanks to this journey, he could add a new page.

Unaware that her daily activities were being recorded, Beatrice found Subaru and Emilia’s attention annoying, and always reacted with a dissatisfied “You’re exaggerating, I suppose!”.

Beatrice: “I’ll keep talking, in fact. When the waiter saw Betty, he said he had news and put on a very mysterious expression, I suppose. He told me, ‘At night, something scary will haunt this hotel’, in fact.”

Subaru “......”

Beatrice: “Honestly, when Betty heard she hesitated to tell anyone so as not to create unnecessary confusion, I suppose. Although, I still decided to do some preparation last night as a precaution, in fact...”

Beatrice’s voice rose as she became worked up, and she didn’t notice how Subaru had fallen silent. Then, she dropped her voice to a whisper, as ceremoniously as if she were spreading a little known secret.

Beatrice: “In the middle of the night, Betty heard something strange, I suppose. I didn’t want to wake up Subaru, who had a stupid expression on his face as he slept, so I quietly left our sleeping quarters alone to investigate, in fact.”

Subaru: “You shouldn’t stare at someone else’s sleeping face.”

Beatrice: “O-Of course I didn’t stare, I suppose! I just gave a glance, as a lady’s etiquette dictates, in fact!”

She might not have looked at the sleeping Subaru at all, but it was so cute that Subaru put the matter aside for time being.

Beako took Subaru’s acquiescence as a sign to continue, and her mysterious expression reappeared.

Beatrice: “Betty found an unusual presence hovering near the hotel, so I tracked it, I suppose. After a while, I finally found its source on the front porch...”

Subaru: “You found it?”

Beatrice: “Well, there was a dangerous pale face slowly emerging from the darkness, I suppose. It seemed to be besieging Betty, so she confronted it, in fact.”

Beatrice’s petite forehead shone faintly with sweat, as if she were fully immersed in the grim situation she’d been in last night. Although Subaru didn’t understand how a spirit’s sweat glands worked, it made the atmosphere rather tense, so he chose to not comment on it.

Beatrice: “Shortly after, probably due to its fear of Betty’s power, the figure slowly melted back into the darkness, I suppose. After repeatedly confirming that there would be no trouble later, Betty returned to the room, in fact. Then I stepped over the idiotically sleeping Subaru to return to bed, I suppose.”

Subaru: “Don’t peep on someone sleeping, it’s indecent.”

Beatrice: “I only confirmed that you were okay, I suppose! Absolutely no such thing like touching your forehead or eyebrows happened, in fact!”

This was certainly a self-admission, but because it was so cute, Subaru again neglected to mention it.

All in all, that seemed to be the end of Beatrice’s horror story. Subaru held his chin and nodded slightly as he began to consider what she had said.

A strange event had happened at the inn.

The incredible, strange things in this world were hardly few in number. Actually, after spending a year in the parallel world, he could navigate its strangeness fairly well. For example, using common sense, he could conclude that no ghosts existed in this place.

As far as common sense goes, even calling this a haunting seemed to be a poor assertion.

Even so, that kind of weird rumor still existed here, and that the hotel had even inherited a story about Japanese-style spirits was really rather incredible.

Subaru heartily admired this phenomenon, as he took a conclusive breath.

Subaru: “So, what happened last night, Otto?”

Otto: “Ah, I remember now. As I lay on the porch, still on the verge of vomiting, I noticed that Beatrice-chan was staring at me, but I was unable to speak at the time. Finally, I couldn’t hold back and went to vomit in the bushes, and once I’d come back, she’d vanished.”

Subaru: “That would be it, then.”

Beatrice: “...how is this, how is it possible, in fact?”

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It was, at this point, incredibly obvious that the true face of the so-called specter was actually a drunk Otto, and she had no idea what to say.

What she’d been certain she’d seen was relentlessly denied, and Beatrice looked as if her ability to reason had vanished. Subaru stroked her as though comforting her, but in his heart he concluded that Beatrice was bad at sleeping in unfamiliar surroundings.

The waiter, who described the specter to Beatrice, had surely seen that Beatrice was the epitome of someone who was gullible, and would take any kind of prank too seriously.

Her red face, full of remorse and dissatisfaction, was so adorable that Subaru gave it the highest level of praise.

Felt: “Yo, everyone’s gathered here already.”

A light female cut into the crowd of laughter.

Looking to the source of the sound, Subaru spotted a figure in the corridor; a girl shaking out her short, golden hair, Felt.

She had replaced the bathrobe with her usual light attire, swinging her slender arms with ease, looking more or less like a girl from the streets.

Subaru: “Morning. You’re dressed so casually, I can just feel Reinhardt’s lament.”

Felt: “Don’t preach about it, that guy annoys me with it so much, and even Rom-jii is on his side. It’s such a bother.”

Voicing her dissatisfaction, an impatient Felt leapt from the corridor and landed beside Otto, who wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on. She then turned towards Subaru and crooked her head to ask,

Felt: “Having said that, there’s a thing that I’ve been curious about.”

Subaru: “What is it?”

Felt: “Ah, that is to say, why have you all been doing this weird dance together?”

Felt wore a curious expression as she watched Subaru’s strange dance — his radio gymnastics.

Whether before starting a long journey, or taking a few steps on the road, everyone would start their morning with radio gymnastics.

This scene had long appeared every morning in not only the Roswaal Mansion, but across the entirety of the Mathers territories.

Subaru: “Oh, it’s just the secret to health and longevity. Performed by everyone, from the children to the elderly, the age of the popular ‘radio gymnastics’ of healthiness will reign. After Emilia-tan becomes the king, our radio gymnastics will become a government mandated morning activity!”

Emilia: “Yeah, I’d be happy if everyone could do it together.”

Felt: “That’s... I can’t help but feel that if such a thing becomes reality, the king’s reputation will be ruined...”

Scrutinizing their movement, Felt muttered her cynical thoughts.

It was saddening to see, but sooner or later, even those who hadn’t wanted to follow along were drawn into it after realizing the benefits of this easily performed activity.

The popularity of this movement after it has spread to the various villages was indeed high.

Subaru: “Beako and Otto were also reluctant from the very beginning, but now they even participate despite having suffered through a lonely night of fear, or a morning of a hangover!”

Beatrice: “Betty was dragged into this by Subaru, in fact.”

Otto: “I obviously just wanted to sleep off my headache, but then I heard the claps and saw the dancing...”

Beatrice: “Even if I’ve become sick of this, I’m addicted.”

Otto: “Utterly fascinating.”

Beatrice and Otto gave a somewhat weak explanation, while Subaru and Emilia stood proud. Felt scratched her white neck as she pondered the two distinctly different sets of responses.

Felt: “Indeed, I often hear of popular, strange activities happening in sister’s vicinity. Strange dances, hollowed out pumpkins, women carefully baking food for their beloved as a gift. Ah, it’s like that.”

Subaru: “Although now they’re only unique occurrences in the border territories, I know that one day it will be turned into a nationwide popularization project. Considering this, we could try using Anastasia-san in our schemes.”

Valentine’s Day would revolutionize the snack industry, and the markets would broaden. If the topic of large economical shift came up, Anastasia would immediately find a way to capitalize on it.

If it wasn’t too late, Subaru considered catching Anastasia when she was free to discuss those opportunities with her.

Felt: “Has brother always given off that kind of feeling?”

Emilia: “Well, Subaru has always been that way. It seems like he’s teasing, but he really wants to improve things, even if he pretends he’s always joking.”

Felt: “Yeah but, you don’t even know if he’s joking or not until the dust settles ...”

Emilia’s answer slightly flustered Felt.

Occasionally this kind of thing would happen due to Emilia’s spiritual age. For her, seeing eye to eye with Felt was like a child trying to look an animal in the eyes.

Felt, who struggled and crawled her way up in slums, also had her unique way of living.

Emilia: “Why is Felt-chan all alone, isn’t Reinhardt worried when you’re not together?”

Felt: “I’m not some kid who needs to be taken care of, and besides, that guy is just annoying when he’s near me, so I just told him to go off somewhere, since sister and everyone else would be here. It’s so annoying, as soon as anything happens, that guy arrives in the blink of an eye.”

Emilia: “Right. Then I feel at ease.”

Emilia carelessly chuckled at Felt’s complaint. Receiving a response which didn’t match her expectations, Felt gave an anxious sigh and began playing roughly with her blonde hair.

Emilia: “Felt-chan, you have such beautiful hair, you shouldn’t play with it so crudely. I’ve been taught by Subaru and Frederica-san to respect hair.”

Felt: “Damn, you’re so bossy... let me mind my own hair, and didn’t I say to stop adding ‘-chan’ to my name? It gives me goosebumps!”

Emilia: “Even if you say so, I can’t drop this habit all at once. I’ll try my best, but if I can’t hold back, I’ll be very sorry. Is that fine?”

Felt: “It’s not fine in the slightest!”

Because Emilia didn’t hold any maliciousness, Felt could only give a low, cat-like growl to vent her irritation.

Simply on the surface level, people hearing their conversation would smile, as their exchange resembled a secret language between best friends.

Subaru: “Well, our radio gymnastics are done, so feel free to go to bed. Or you could take a bath, they’re nice and refreshing.”

Otto: “I’d already taken a bath... but, sadly, the smell of alcohol didn’t seem to wash away.”

Subaru: “Before Garfiel shows up to yell at you, you’d best hurry up and wash it away. In my hometown, there’s a saying that any issue can be solved with a few hot baths.”

This man, “Hoshin of the Wastelands”, appeared once again. Now, Subaru had no choice but to suspect that Hoshin, like Subaru and Al, had been summoned.

Only, unlike Subaru and Al, Hoshin had been from four hundred years ago.

Subaru: “The priority is figuring the current situation out, but afterward I might want to take a good look at this Hoshin...”

On the matter of his summoning, Subaru did not intend to start digging for knowledge at this point.

Although he knew the structure of the summons, the purpose of the summoner was completely unknown. However, this call is just a one-way, for him to come here. There was no such convenience that would allow him to go back home.

On this matter, just considering it would be like fishing for the moon in a puddle; there was no solution. What Subaru wanted to know was what predecessors he had had, what kind of footprints they’d left in this world, and where they’d ended up. Nothing more.

Reinhardt: “Good morning, Subaru. Did you sleep well last night? You were a great help in reminding Felt-sama to return to her room this morning.”

Felt: “How annoying. It wasn’t my intention to go back to there.”

After Anastasia, Reinhardt strode into the tea room with Felt in tow. He deposited her on a cushion, giving no indication of whether or not he’d heard the song that morning.

He certainly must have known that the “The Sword Demon’s Love Song” was referring to his own grandfather.

Reinhardt: “Anastasia-sama, you look more beautiful with each passing morning. I had been a little concerned about your modesty, but now it seems unfounded.”

Anastasia: “Hehehe, this is my treasured possession. I can’t go into Pristella unless I prepare myself. On that note, I still to have to show off to Julius.”

After that, Julius also joined them, and Anastasia showed off her garb to her knight. After she had received her due flattery, Anastasia tilted her head at him.

Anastasia: “Didn’t the others accompany you?”

Julius: “Ricardo said he had something to do and went out to the city last night, but Mimi and her brothers... they seem to be follow Emilia faction’s Garfiel.”

Emilia: “They’re following Garfiel?”

Emilia looked up when she heard the name of one of her servants. Julius nodded.

Julius: “Mimi found Garfiel leaving the hotel, and immediately gave chase. Then Hetaro went after her, and Tivey, who cleans up their messes, said that he’d handle it, so they all left Joshua.”

Anastasia descended upon Joshua with her hands on her hips, who hid behind the tall Julius. The handsome young man bowed his head to his master as he stepped forward timidly, looking extremely pale and concerned.

Joshua: “I am deeply, extremely sorry... I desperately tried to stop them, but Mimi and Hetaro weren’t listening at all. Tivey said to please leave everything to him.”

Anastasia: “Well, if Tivey’s there, they shouldn’t cause any problems. Let’s put it aside, we’re the hosts, but we’re making quite a spectacle of ourselves in front of our guests.

Patiently patting the the ashamed Joshua’s shoulders in a sign of forgiveness, Anastasia turned to face everyone present with a gracious smile. She shook her supple hair, her fingers playing with her scarf.

Anastasia: “As you’ve just witnessed, this embarrassing fiasco is happening, I hope you’ll excuse it... our lovely deputy captain, seemingly distracted by her first love, is having a hard time fighting her impulses.”

Mimi was obsessed with Garfiel and wanted to cling to his side, everyone present could see this. Everyone, with two exceptions. Emilia had tilted her head in confusion, and Joshua issued a sigh of “so that’s what it was”.

Subaru: “By the way, Felt, I didn’t see that Tonchinkan trio at all. Are they all staying here?”

Felt: “You mean Gaston and the others? Well, having them living here would be a waste and a joke, and they’re so unused to places like this that they’d feel awkward. They’re living somewhere cheaper in the city, but...”

As she answered Subaru’s question, Felt grinned.

Felt: “Hey, that Tonchinkan nickname isn’t bad, since their names are Gaston, Larkins, and Camberley. It’s not confusing at all, and they don’t seem to mind it.”

Subaru: “I also think it’s a great nickname, I want to praise the me from a year ago. When I first heard their real names, I’d thought a miracle had happened.”

The Tonchinkan trio was what they had started as, and the Tonchinkan trio was where they had ended up.

Crusch: “—We’re late, it looks like we’re the last ones here.”

Finally arriving in the tea room was Crusch’s faction. Today, she work her long green hair up, and fitting of her new self, wore a gorgeous ladylike-like floral hairpin.

She took a brief walk into the room, followed by Ferris and Wilhelm, who was, as always, solemnly dressed, his back upright. Looking at the old man’s posture, Subaru couldn’t help but shake his shoulders. He swallowed, trying to steal a glance at the old man’s face, and Wilhelm caught Subaru’s gaze.

Wilhelm: “——”

He showed a faint smile, giving a slight bow.

Witnessing this action, Subaru received the message contained in the earlier smile: “You don’t have anything to worry about”.

Subaru’s heart began to beat faster, until he saw Ferris, sitting at Crusch’s side, winking and giving a peace sign.

—No worries, we’ve taken care of it.

That was the message Subaru received from Ferris.

Perhaps Ferris noticed Subaru’s attention. He ceased making his movements and began to cling to Crusch’s side as he always did.

Subaru was conscious of what it was like to be useless and was afraid of appearing nosy.

Crusch and Ferris certainly knew more than Subaru about the connection between Wilhelm and those songs. They were more sensitive and had greater proximity with Wilhelm.

That was natural, because they were his companions. Subaru didn’t need to have worried. Subaru: “Better to say that it is our negligence that we couldn’t help Garfiel.”

This is not to say that he shouldn’t care about others. Rather, it is better to first do something for your own faction, which would leave you free to help others.

However, the turbulent depression in Garfiel’s body was something that could only be overcome by Garfiel’s own efforts, so that line of thought would solve nothing.

Anastasia: “Well, there’s still a few people who haven’t shown up, but in all likelihood they won’t be coming.”

Although the number of occupants was less than that of last night’s attendees, the number was still impressive. After all, among what happened last night, eating itself was also very exciting.

What to put on this morning — with a short pause of anticipation, Anastasia smiled and said, Anastasia: “Bring it in.”

At her orders, the hotel staff opened the the door, and, immediately afterward, a large heated block of iron was carried in.

Anastasia: “Today’s treat is a traditional Karargi breakfast — the daisukiyaki pancake!” Anastasia rolled her sleeves up slightly, raising her voice.

In front of a silent crowd, the inn’s staff coated the iron with a layer of oil and carried in an assortment of ingredients one by one into the room.

The daisukiyaki pancake — from the name, the iron plate, and the assortment of ingredients, Subaru saw something incredibly familiar. Something called,

Subaru: “A Japanese... okonomiyaki...!?”

As something that had been passed down for generations, the Japanese okonomiyaki pancake arrived on stage.

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Emilia: “Subaru, Subaru, look at my masterpiece!”

Beatrice: “Subaru, this is the best pancake made by Betty, I suppose. You can have it, in fact.”

Emilia smile earnestly, and Beako’s face was a little flushed. Each placed their best pancake in front of him.

To Subaru, they were just charred blocks of black. The two, however, were completely unaware of their lack of skill.

Subaru: “Try it yourself before you taste it.”

With this sensible suggestion, Subaru held back a look of pain as the two obediently started on their pancakes and turned his attention to the other factions.

Reinhardt: “Finished, Felt-sama.”

Felt: “Oh, it’s good, make me some more. I’m always grateful for your food delicious cooking.”

Reinhardt: “If you count on me for anything else, I’ll be living up to my honor as a knight.”

This was Felt’s faction. Reinhardt made pancakes at an impossible pace, and Felt gobbled them up just as fast.

Hidden somewhere in Felt’s slim figure was King of Stomachs. Or she was just gluttonous. Either way, she ate far more than her share.

All in all, Reinhardt had yet to eat, while Felt had already polished off ten.

By the way, Emilia’s faction was faring awfully. As had just been demonstrated, Emilia and Beatrice didn’t pull their weight, and the only useful members were Otto and Subaru.

Otto: “Look, Emilia-sama and Beatrice-chan. Oh, eat this... Ah! Emilia-sama! Self reflection is good, but don’t eat them raw! Beatrice-chan, that’s too much sauce!”

Of the other factions, the person that stood out the most was Anastasia.

This was the surprise breakfast that she had planned herself. She had both a deep self- confidence and love for the daisukiyaki.

Anastasia: “Watch carefully! This is the real daisukiyaki!”

She flipped the pancakes neatly and smoothly and had put beautifully made pancakes onto Julius’s plate.

Julius: “I am unworthy of eating Anastasia-sama’s food, but I think they would be better if they were cooked for a shorter amount of time. Of course, I don’t mean to bother Anastasia-sama.”

Anastasia: “Of course, of course, they need to be less charred. Even though Julius is a man, he says so like a tender maiden.”

Unlike Subaru, who redirected his offerings and told his gifters to reflect on themselves, Julius not only ate the pancakes, but kept a straight face and gave Anastasia pointers to improve.

That person was a role model as a knight. Subaru absolutely didn’t want to imitate him, and lacked the ability to do so anyway.

Sitting at their side, eating sticky raw pancakes, was a pitiful looking Joshua. His monocle seemed to be fogging over, preventing him from seeing properly, and he desperately tried to hide his struggle. He’d feel mortified if the Subaru whom he hated noticed this embarrassing spectacle, so he didn’t greet him.

After seeing the difference in elegance between the brothers, Subaru could only conclude that the most stable faction was Crusch’s.

Ferris: “Oh, Crusch-sama, Ferri-chan made really beautiful pancakes, take a look!”

Crusch: “Hmm, you certainly have, but I won’t lose to you.”

Like a passionate competition between two women, Crusch and Ferris conversed. Their confidence was supported by their results; the pancakes they’d made were perfect. Ferris had even added cat ears to his.

Ferris: “Please enjoy my pancakes, they’re filled with Ferri-chan’s love. Crusch-sama, open wide!”

Crusch: “Hey, hey... that, um...”

Although, the happy scene did feel a little off putting. That may have been because Subaru knew they were man and woman, or because he knew of how Crusch’s temperament had changed after her memory loss.

Anyway, master and servant appeared to have no problems. The last member of their faction, sitting next to the peach colored space, and focusing on his own pancake was Wilhelm.

Wilhelm: “Hmmm...”

Wilhelm, who’d been trying to turn the dough over, closed his eyes and sighed.

It seemed that his pancake had been torn apart after Wilhelm had left it on the iron for too long, causing it to stick.

He’d unexpectedly seen Wilhelm’s clumsy side.

Subaru: “I feel like I saw something I shouldn’t have, but in that case...”

Feeling that he should help Wilhelm, Subaru climbed to his feet, then sat back down, reconsidering.

Subaru: “Wilhelm-san.”

Wilhelm: “...Subaru-dono?”

Hearing his name, Wilhelm lifted his head. Noticing that Subaru had seen his clumsiness, his brow furrowed in shame.

Subaru gave him an encouraging nod, and gently pointed with his jaw. Wilhelm, who understood his meaning, swallowed quietly.

Wihelm: “——”

Moving to the place indicated by Subaru, Wilhelm took a seat next to Reinhardt. He obediently followed each of Felt’s instructions, producing pancakes without halt and failing to notice the exchange between Subaru and Wilhelm.

Although, Subaru had already communicated everything he’d wanted to say to Wilhelm.

Consternation, confusion, hesitation, doubt, all wavered in Wilhelm’s eyes. He took a long time to reach a decision. Finally,

Wilhelm: “—Reinhardt.”

Reinhardt: “——”

Reinhardt froze as Wilhelm forced himself to call his grandson’s name.

His spatula hovered in midair as his hands stopped moving, and Felt plated the pancake with a perfect catch.

That act was inelegant, but Reinhardt took no notice of it.

The red-haired youth faced Wilhelm with wide eyes. Wilhelm met his gaze head on, without so much as drawing a breath.

Wilhelm: “——”

Reinhardt: “——”

Abruptly, silence fell.

Not just between the two, but also between the people around them who had noticed.

The entire room stilled, and the only remaining sounds were those of spatulas meeting the iron.

Time seemed to stagnate as everyone held their collective breaths.

Wilhelm: “I, um, that is...”

Reinhardt: “What is it, honored grandfather?”

Wilhelm: “I... I’m not so good at this, so, you, if you know any kind of trick to make it easier, could... you teach it me?”

Those were Wilhelm’s clumsy, stuttering words.

Only Crusch, Ferris, and Subaru widened their eyes, understanding what kind of resolve Wilhelm had needed to choke those words out.

Wilhelm himself seem to sag with exhaustion after posing the question.

Wordlessly, Reinhardt swallowed as he considered how to answer. His fair features stilled as an unfamiliar emotion washed over his blue eyes.

Reinhardt closed his eyes and buried that emotion into a soft sigh. Then,

Reinhardt: “Yes, I understand, honored grandfather.”

The corners of his mouth turned up as he closed his eyes. That expression could only be described as a smile.

It wasn’t the reassuring smile that he usually wore to give others a sense of security. This may have been the only time anyone had seen the young man named Reinhardt step out of his role as the Sword Saint and show a genuine smile.

Wilhelm’s dumbstruck expression slowly reclaimed its composure.

He lowered his face, closing his eyes as if he were enduring something. He probably had difficulty processing that reaction immediately.

However, the real genuine feeling was there. Once delivered, it only needed to be accepted.

The long divide between the two, grandfather and grandson, could only be offset by a corresponding amount of time.

Subaru, seeing such a possibility play out in front of him, clenched his fist with a plethora of emotions.

From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to greet Wilhelm with joy. And,

???: “— It isn’t so easy, honored father. Don’t think that your relationship will be fixed with just that.”

Suddenly, a red-haired figure threw open the door of the tea room.

The face of the red-haired man who’d spoken those words carried so much malice that everyone froze on the spot, forgetting the flow of time.