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{3rd Pov}
As Subaru forced his eyes open and blinked repeatedly, trying to regain full awareness, he had the vague impression that the three women in front of him had shouted something.
But his head was still ringing.
His thoughts were scattered.
The pain from his injuries, the exhaustion, and the sudden surge of chaos around him made it difficult to process anything clearly.
Whatever words had just been spoken slipped past him without meaning.
He had definitely heard voices.
But what they had said?
He completely missed it.
The only phrase that was even partially heard by him was "My Lord."
Around him, however, the others had caught fragments.
That did not existed within their language.
The three words—
"My Lord."
"Darling."
"Husband."
Those meant absolutely nothing to the people standing nearby.
To Julius, Ricardo, Mimi, Rem, they sounded like strange, foreign noises.
Unfamiliar syllables.
Words they had never heard in their lives.
They did not resemble any dialect of Lugunica, Kararagi, or Vollachia.
They were simply… incomprehensible.
Anastasia, however, felt a small surge of panic in her chest.
She had spoken without thinking.
Ricardo turned toward her with confusion clearly written on his face.
"Lady Anastasia?" he asked cautiously.
"What did you just say? I think I heard something strange… but was that your voice?"
For a split second, her composure nearly cracked.
Then her eyes widened slightly—not in fear, but in realization.
The word she had used—
"Husband."
It was not Lugunican.
It was not even Japanese.
It was English.
Subaru had once explained the meaning of that word to her in detail.
He had told her that in his original world, "husband" referred to a man bound to a woman through marriage.
A lifelong partner.
Someone chosen and acknowledged openly.
She had been fascinated by it, not by the meaning but how it was exclusive.
It felt personal for them and exclusive.
After learning it from him, she had deliberately chosen to use that specific English word whenever she referred to him privately.
Not the Lugunican equivalent.
Not any common term.
English.
It had become their thing.
A private signal between them.
A word no one else understood.
It made their relationship feel separate from the world around them.
More intimate.
More unique.
And now—
That decision had saved her.
To everyone else, it had sounded like meaningless noise.
Only Subaru would have recognized it.
And Subaru had been too disoriented to process it properly.
Anastasia steadied her breathing quickly and forced her expression back into calm neutrality.
"Yes," she said lightly, as if brushing it off. "
You must have misheard something in the chaos."
Ricardo frowned slightly but did not press further.
After all the words they spoke weren't Lugunican equivalent.
English.
That single fact was what had just prevented complete chaos from erupting on the spot.
And Anastasia was not the only one who had made that choice in the past.
Priscilla had done the same.
Out of all the names Subaru had ever used when addressing her in private—some teasing, some bold, some irritating—she had deliberately chosen one word in particular to keep for herself.
"Darling."
It had amused her at first.
Subaru had explained that the word could be used for both parties in a relationship.
A husband could call his wife "darling," and a wife could call her husband the same.
It was flexible, intimate, casual, yet meaningful.
Priscilla liked that.
She liked how it rolled off the tongue.
She liked the way Subaru pronounced it.
And more than that, she liked that it came from his world.
It was not a term used in Lugunica.
It did not belong to nobles, knights, or the royal court.
It belonged to him.
So she claimed it.
If anyone asked her why she used such a strange word, she would simply say she found it pleasing.
But the real reason was deeper.
It was something only she and Subaru shared in her timeline.
A fragment of his otherworldly heritage that she had accepted and made her own.
Crusch had also made a similar decision in her own way.
She could have called him "Subaru-sama."
She could have used any proper Lugunican honorific.
Instead, she chose "My Lord."
In English.
Subaru had once explained that in his original world, that phrase carried deep loyalty and devotion.
It was not merely a title.
It implied trust, respect, and personal allegiance.
Crusch had taken it seriously.
To her, calling him "My Lord" was not an act of subservience.
It was a declaration.
He was her liege by choice.
And like the others, she had deliberately chosen the English phrasing rather than the local equivalent.
It was subtle, but meaningful.
A reminder that her connection to him was not something defined by this world's customs alone.
All three of them, in their respective timelines, had done the same thing.
They had adopted fragments of Subaru's language.
They had learned some of his English words.
They had used them privately, carefully, almost possessively.
It made their relationship feel distinct.
Separated from politics.
Separated from the Royal Selection.
Separated from Lugunica itself.
English words were something only Subaru truly understood in this world.
So when they used them, it felt safe.
It felt intimate.
It felt like something that belonged only to them and him.
And now, in this chaotic battlefield—
That very decision had become their shield.
Because of the language barrier, almost no one understood what they had actually said.
Julius heard strange syllables.
Ricardo heard unfamiliar sounds.
Mimi looked confused.
Rem did not recognize the words at all.
To them, it was just noise layered over chaos.
Only Aldebaran reacted slightly.
He knew some English.
Not fluently, not perfectly—but enough to recognize fragments.
However, the three women had spoken at nearly the same time.
Their voices overlapped.
The battlefield roared around them.
The White Whale's distant scream still echoed through the air.
Even he could not clearly piece together what had been said.
He caught something that sounded like "Darling."
Maybe something close to "Husband."
But he could not be certain.
And without certainty, he stayed silent.
So in the end—
Because of a language no one else understood,
Because of words borrowed from another world,
Because of a private habit formed in three different timelines—
Their fatal slip passed as nothing more than confusion.
No one truly knew what had just been revealed.
Except the three of them.
And perhaps fate, which seemed to find the entire situation amusing.
"Enough!" Priscilla snapped, her patience clearly gone.
She lifted her chin slightly, eyes blazing with irritation. "
My divine self has had more than enough of this ridiculous nonsense. Natsuki Subaru, you will come with me."
Her tone was not a request.
It was an order.
She did not even bother to hide the possessiveness in her voice as she looked directly at Subaru, as if the matter had already been decided.
Before Subaru could even properly react, Mimi stepped forward aggressively, planting her feet firmly on the ground.
Her ears twitched and her tail stiffened as she raised her hand, magic gathering at her fingertips.
"You cannot!" Mimi shot back loudly.
"Mimi won't let you! We need him as bait! If we don't use him, the big scary whale will go crazy and everyone will die!"
Her childish tone did nothing to hide the seriousness in her eyes. She was fully prepared to attack if necessary.
At the same time, Julius moved to intercept Crusch, blade already drawn.
He had barely recovered from blocking her earlier strike.
"Crusch-sama, our objectives are aligned!" Julius protested, confusion and frustration clear in his voice.
"Why are you attacking us? We are on the same side!"
Crusch's response was immediate and sharp.
"You are attempting to take advantage of the situation!" she accused coldly, her sword still humming with wind mana.
Her eyes were filled with open hostility.
The accusation rang hollow considering her own intentions were not much different, but at this point, none of them were acting rationally.
Ricardo tightened his grip on his weapon.
Aldebaran shifted his stance protectively in front of Subaru.
Rem stepped closer, positioning herself between Subaru and everyone else, horn still visible on her forehead, magic circulating around her body.
The tension in the air thickened.
Voices overlapped.
Threats became clearer.
Weapons were raised.
Mana gathered.
Even the distant roar of the White Whale felt secondary compared to the hostility building between the Royal Candidates and their factions.
Each of the three women looked ready to fight again—this time not over pride, not over politics—
But over him.
Subaru.
Subaru, who was still injured.
Subaru, who had nearly died moments ago.
Subaru, who had absolutely no idea what was happening.
His head throbbed.
His body ached.
His mind struggled to keep up with the rapidly escalating chaos.
He looked from Priscilla—
To Crusch—
To Anastasia—
All three staring at him with intensity that made no sense to him.
They were arguing over him.
Fighting over him.
Claiming him.
And talking about using him as bait.
Something inside him snapped.
"SHUT UP!!!"
His voice tore through the air with raw force.
It was loud, cracked, and filled with exhaustion and anger.
But it worked.
Instantly—
Silence.
Weapons froze mid-motion.
Magic flickered uncertainly.
Every single pair of eyes shifted toward him.
Even the distant chaos of the battlefield seemed to fade into the background for a moment.
Subaru stood there, chest heaving, clothes still torn, blood staining his clothes, eyes wide with a mixture of fury and disbelief.
For once—
Everyone listened.
"Am I hearing this right?!" Subaru shouted, his voice shaking with disbelief and fury.
"You all want to use me as bait?! Crusch, is that why you sent soldiers after me?!"
His glare locked onto her.
For a brief second—
Crusch flinched.
It was small.
Almost unnoticeable.
But it was there.
Before she could respond, Julius stepped forward instinctively, his voice firm despite the tension.
"Subaru, even if she is not my Lady, you cannot speak so rudely to someone of her stature—"
He didn't finish the sentence.
A blade pressed against his throat.
The movement had been so fast that most of them barely saw it happen.
The sharp edge dug lightly into his skin, enough to draw a thin line of blood that trickled down toward his collar.
Crusch stood there, eyes colder than steel.
"Do not," she said slowly, her voice devoid of warmth, "utter another word."
There was no anger in her tone.
No shouting.
Just absolute, lethal warning.
Julius froze.
He understood immediately.
If he said even a single unnecessary word—
His head would fall.
The battlefield seemed to shrink into a suffocating bubble of tension.
Anastasia's eyes flickered as she assessed the situation in an instant.
'This is my chance.'
She stepped forward sharply.
"Lady Crusch," she said, her voice carrying controlled indignation, "how dare you point your sword at my knight!"
Her words were loud enough to draw the attention of those nearby.
It was the perfect angle—public offense, visible aggression, justification for retaliation.
Crusch's gaze shifted toward Julius again.
For a split second—
Her grip tightened.
She was about to move.
About to finish it.
And that was when Subaru snapped.
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"ARE YOU PEOPLE FUCKING BLIND?!"
His voice exploded through the tension like a shockwave.
It was raw.
Desperate.
Completely fed up.
The sound was so sudden and violent that everyone stopped again.
Crusch's blade halted a fraction of an inch from slicing through Julius's throat.
Anastasia froze mid-step.
Priscilla narrowed her eyes.
Rem stiffened.
Ricardo, Mimi, Aldebaran—every single one of them turned toward Subaru.
His breathing was heavy.
His face was pale from blood loss.
His shoulder was still wrapped poorly.
He looked like someone who had just survived death—and yet here he was, forced to watch them argue over him like an object.
"You're all fighting each other," he continued, his voice trembling but loud, "while that stupid whale is still out there!"
His eyes were wild.
"And you're arguing about who gets to use me?! Who gets to take me?! Who owns me?!"
His chest rose and fell rapidly.
"I'm not bait! I'm not property! I'm not some damn prize you fight over!"
"If I'm not wrong," Subaru continued, his voice still shaking but loud enough to carry across the tense clearing, "those are your soldiers out there, aren't they?! They're the ones fighting that thing right now!"
He raised a trembling arm and pointed toward the battlefield.
In the distance, through the thinning mist, the chaos was clearly visible.
One of the White Whale's massive clones was being held back almost single-handedly by Wilhelm, his blade flashing as he cut into the beast with relentless fury.
The other clone was being restrained through the combined effort of Mimi and her siblings alongside the remaining soldiers and mercenaries from both camps.
But it was not going well.
Men were being crushed.
Others were swallowed by fog.
Magicians were staggering from mana exhaustion.
Formations were breaking apart.
The ground was stained with blood.
"They're dying!" Subaru shouted, his voice cracking.
"They're actually dying out there!"
He turned back toward the three Royal Candidates, disbelief etched across his face.
"I just woke up!" he yelled.
"I don't even know what the hell is going on, and the first thing I see is you three arguing over me instead of fighting that thing!"
His breathing grew heavier with every word. His injured shoulder throbbed, but he ignored it.
"You're talking about using me as bait? Fine! Even if you want to use me as bait—" he gestured wildly between them, "—are you all so selfish that you're fighting over who gets to do it?!"
Silence hung for half a second.
His eyes were bloodshot, filled with raw anger and exhaustion.
"Or is this about fame?!" he demanded.
"Because I may not know everything, but I'm not stupid! Whoever kills that monster gets a massive boost in the Royal Selection, right?!"
He pointed toward the sky where the third, real White Whale hovered ominously.
"You think I can't figure that out?! You think I don't understand politics at least that much?!"
His voice was hoarse now, but he didn't stop.
"While you're arguing about who gets credit, who gets recognition, who gets the advantage—your people are out there fighting for their lives!"
He swept his gaze across Crusch, Anastasia, and Priscilla in turn.
His stare burned with accusation.
"I don't even know what that thing fully is," he admitted, "but I know it's dangerous. And I know that instead of working together, you're acting like children fighting over a toy!"
The words were harsh.
Disrespectful.
But they were honest.
His chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath.
"And you call yourselves leaders?" he spat out bitterly.
For a moment, no one had an answer.
'Fuck.'
That was the first coherent thought that crossed Anastasia's mind.
She realized, almost instantly, how badly this had just backfired.
From Subaru's perspective, the scene must have looked exactly as he described it.
Three Royal Candidates arguing over who gets to use him as bait while their armies were being torn apart in the background.
It didn't matter what her real intention had been.
It didn't matter that she wanted to secure him, protect him, and remove him from danger.
All he saw was ambition.
Selfishness.
Political maneuvering.
And now, because of her words, he believed she was no different from the others.
'Damn it… I made him misunderstand everything.'
Anastasia's jaw tightened slightly.
This was the last impression she wanted to give him—especially now, when he had no memories of their shared life.
If he saw her as opportunistic and cold right from the start, winning his trust again would become significantly harder.
Priscilla had reached a similar conclusion, though her internal reaction was far less restrained.
'Damn it, darling has misunderstood my words.'
She did not deny that from Subaru's perspective, his conclusion made sense.
He had woken up to chaos.
He saw weapons drawn.
He heard the word "bait."
He saw them arguing instead of fighting.
Of course he would interpret it that way.
But that was not what she meant.
She had never intended to use him as expendable bait.
In her mind, he was the most important person on that battlefield.
The only one whose safety truly mattered.
And yet—
She had claimed him as property.
She had threatened others in front of him.
She had escalated the situation instead of clarifying it.
Worse, she knew something else.
At this point in time, Subaru was still completely in love with that half-elf.
He had just been rejected and humiliated not long ago.
He had asked for help and been turned away.
His pride was wounded, his heart unstable.
And instead of approaching carefully—
She had made herself look like an arrogant tyrant trying to control him.
That would make it much harder to pull him to her side again.
Priscilla did not show that frustration on her face, but internally she acknowledged the mistake.
Crusch, however, reacted differently.
As Subaru's words echoed in her ears—"And you call yourselves leaders?"—something in her chest tightened painfully.
Shame.
She had once again managed to create the worst possible image of herself in front of him.
First, she had rejected him in the capital.
Then, in this loop, she had sent soldiers after him.
Now, in front of everyone, she had pointed a sword at another knight and argued over using him as bait.
From Subaru's perspective, it must have looked monstrous.
Her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Without another word—
She stepped back.
Then, in a motion so sudden that it stunned everyone watching—
Crusch Karsten knelt.
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Her sword was planted firmly into the dirt in front of her, the blade embedded in the ground as she lowered herself onto her knees.
The movement was deliberate.
And completely unexpected.
Julius stared in disbelief.
Felix's mouth fell open.
Even Anastasia and Priscilla were momentarily stunned.
A Royal Candidate.
A Duchess.
Kneeling on a battlefield.
Crusch lowered her head slightly, her posture straight but clearly submissive in intent.
She did not look at Subaru.
Because right now—
She did not feel worthy of meeting his eyes.
"Subaru-sama," Crusch began, her voice steady despite the battlefield noise around them, "I am fully aware that my actions until now have not been worthy of praise."
She did not lift her head.
Her posture remained lowered, both knees pressed into the dirt, her sword embedded in the ground before her like a pledge of sincerity.
"I understand that you have no obligation to assist us," she continued.
"After I rejected your request for aid earlier, I forfeited any right to demand your cooperation. For that rudeness, I offer my apology."
The word apology coming from her mouth alone was enough to shock those listening.
Then she took a slow breath and spoke clearly.
"I present you with a proposal."
The battlefield noise continued in the background—distant roars, shouts, steel clashing—but within this small circle, it felt as if time had slowed.
"Please assist us in the hunt for the White Whale," she said.
"In order to demonstrate my sincerity, I will stand as bait alongside you."
That statement alone caused visible reactions.
Ricardo's eyes widened.
Mimi's ears twitched upward in disbelief.
Julius stiffened.
Rem froze.
Crusch did not waver.
"Furthermore," she added, "once the White Whale has been subjugated, I will commit the remaining strength of my army to aid you in dealing with the Witch Cult."
Her head remained bowed.
She did not attempt to justify herself further.
She did not argue.
She did not command.
She offered.
And that alone was unprecedented.
The shock among the onlookers was immense.
First—
Crusch Karsten had placed herself in the position of the lower party in a negotiation.
That alone was extraordinary.
Subaru was officially nothing more than a servant of another Royal Candidate.
Politically, their standings were incomparable.
She was a Duchess.
A Royal Candidate.
A military leader commanding thousands.
Yet she was kneeling.
Second—
She had openly declared that she would act as bait alongside him.
Not behind him.
Not using him.
Alongside him.
For someone of her status to volunteer to put herself in equal danger for the sake of proving sincerity was almost unthinkable.
And third—
She had addressed him as "Subaru-sama."
That honorific did not go unnoticed.
"Sama" was used for those held in high respect—either because of superior status or because of personal reverence.
Given the current political climate, where Subaru's reputation had been severely damaged by the Royal Selection incident, and where many nobles and knights viewed him as reckless and unstable, the contrast was staggering.
Crusch's political standing and Subaru's public image were like night and day.
Yet she spoke to him with deference.
Not sarcasm.
Not mockery.
Genuine respect.
Julius's grip on his sword tightened slightly as he processed what he had just heard.
Ricardo exchanged a stunned glance with Mimi.
Rem's eyes flickered toward Subaru, searching for his reaction.
Even Anastasia and Priscilla remained silent, watching closely.
Because what Crusch had just done was not a small gesture.
It was a public lowering of pride.
And in the middle of a battlefield—
That meant something.
"You—" Subaru started, anger flaring up immediately.
He had every right to be angry.
How did she think that kneeling and apologizing like this would erase everything?
The humiliation at the Royal Castle.
The rejection.
The desperation when he had asked for help and been turned away.
The countless loops of suffering he had endured.
Did she really think a single apology could wipe that away?
His fists clenched.
For a moment, it looked like he was about to lash out again.
But then—
He forced himself to breathe.
This wasn't the capital.
This wasn't a private argument.
They were standing in the middle of an active battlefield.
People were dying.
The White Whale was still above them.
Getting lost in personal anger right now would only make everything worse.
He exhaled slowly, jaw tight.
Before he could respond properly, Anastasia stepped forward quickly, seizing the moment.
"I also owe you an apology, Sir Subaru," she said, her tone controlled and noticeably softer than before.
"I am willing to commit my mercenaries to assist you in dealing with the Witch Cult. Furthermore, I promise appropriate compensation for your cooperation in hunting the White Whale."
She chose her words carefully.
Respectful, measured and publicly generous.
Anastasia understood the importance of appearances.
If Crusch had just lowered herself in front of him, she could not afford to look arrogant or opportunistic.
She needed to reshape the image Subaru had just formed of her.
She needed him to see sincerity.
Or at least something close enough to it.
Priscilla clicked her tongue lightly, arms crossing beneath her chest.
"Tch. It is up to him what he chooses," she said dismissively.
"My divine self will not change his choice."
She tilted her head slightly, golden eyes fixed on Subaru.
"But I promise you this—no harm will come to you while you are with me."
Her tone was firm and genuinely affectionate.
And as Subaru looked at her—
A memory surfaced.
The last thing he had seen before losing consciousness.
The White Whale's massive jaws.
The flash of light.
The heat of flames.
The sensation of being pulled away just in time.
Priscilla had saved him.
That was undeniable.
The anger inside him cooled slightly.
Not gone—
But tempered.
Now, instead of pure rage, confusion began to dominate his thoughts.
What was going on?
Why this sudden shift?
Earlier that day, Crusch had rejected him coldly.
Anastasia had treated him like a tool.
Priscilla had her own pride and unpredictable behavior.
Yet now—
They were kneeling.
Apologizing.
Offering rewards.
Promising protection.
Were they being genuine?
Or were they just changing tactics?
Using politeness instead of force?
Subaru's brows furrowed.
His mind raced.
He looked at each of them in turn.
He couldn't tell if this was sincerity—
Or a more refined method of manipulation.
'Fuck it. They promised to save the village. That's all that matters.'
Subaru shut his eyes for half a second and made the decision.
To him, everything else was secondary.
His pride, anger and humiliation.
None of it mattered compared to the lives of the villagers.
If standing there and acting as bait meant the White Whale could be dragged down and killed faster—if that meant fewer soldiers died, if that meant the village survived—then it was worth it.
That was how his mind worked.
Others' lives always came first.
Even if it cost him his own.
Even if he had to die again.
Even if it hurt.
He opened his eyes and looked straight at them.
"Fine," he said firmly. "I'll do it. I'm willing to act as bait. Just tell me what I need to do."
There was no hesitation in his voice.
No sarcasm.
He meant it.
Ricardo's tense shoulders relaxed instantly. A grin appeared on his face.
"Now that's the spirit!" he muttered, clearly relieved that things were finally moving forward.
Mimi's ears perked up.
"Yay! Then we can beat that big whale faster!" she said, optimism returning to her tone.
Even Julius's expression softened slightly.
At least the argument was over.
At least there was a plan again.
But not everyone reacted that way.
Anastasia's smile didn't reach her eyes.
Rem's fingers tightened around her weapon.
Priscilla's gaze darkened.
Crusch's head remained bowed, but her jaw clenched.
They all understood something the others didn't.
Subaru hadn't agreed because he trusted them.
He hadn't agreed because he believed in the strategy.
He hadn't even agreed because he wanted glory.
He agreed because he was willing to put himself in danger without hesitation if it meant saving others.
Again.
He chose everyone else over himself.
Again.
They knew him.
They had lived entire lives with him.
They had seen him break himself apart, over and over, smiling through pain, sacrificing without complaint.
They knew the pattern.
And watching it happen again—
So easily—
Left a bitter taste in their mouths.
Priscilla clicked her tongue quietly, irritation flashing across her face—not at him, but at the fact that he was still the same reckless idiot who would throw himself into danger without thinking of his own worth.
Anastasia forced her expression to remain composed, but inside she was frustrated.
This wasn't how she wanted him to step into her life again—offering himself up like expendable bait.
Crusch felt the heaviest weight of all.
He had accepted.
After everything.
And he had done so without demanding anything in return.
Not revenge.
Not acknowledgment.
Just a way to save others.
It only made her feel worse.
They weren't angry at Subaru.
They were angry at themselves.
Angry at the situation.
Angry at how things had spiraled into this mess in the first place.
If it were up to them alone, they would have taken Subaru and left.
Pulled him away from the battlefield, from the White Whale, from politics, from everything.
They would have dealt with the monster later. Carefully. On their own terms.
But they couldn't.
The other Royal Candidates were here.
The armies were here.
Too many eyes were watching.
Too many variables were in play.
None of them could simply grab him and run without consequences.
Their gazes shifted briefly toward one another.
Crusch.
Anastasia.
Priscilla.
Each of them shot the others a silent glare.
It was subtle, controlled—but the hostility was still there.
None of them knew the truth about the others.
None of them knew that all three had returned from different futures.
Different timelines.
Different lives where Natsuki Subaru had become their husband.
Where they had shared years together.
Where they had loved him, fought beside him, lost him.
To each of them, this felt personal.
And yet, standing here, they believed they were the only one carrying that weight.
The only one who remembered.
The only one who had lost everything and been thrown back into the past.
So they glared at each other, thinking the other was merely an obstacle.
Even so, they held their tongues.
This was not the time.
The battlefield demanded focus.
They could argue later.
They could fight later.
They could compete for his forgiveness later.
Right now, if they wanted any chance of earning his trust—of getting closer to him again—they needed to act like leaders.
And leaders did not bicker while their soldiers bled.
So, one by one, they stepped back from the tension.
Crusch rose from her kneeling position and pulled her sword from the dirt.
Anastasia straightened her posture and gave quick signals to her mercenaries.
Priscilla rolled her shoulders once, golden eyes shifting toward the sky.
For now—
The White Whale came first.
And in the background, soldiers and mercenaries were still struggling.
Wilhelm was still clashing against one clone.
The cat siblings were pushing themselves to their limits.
Magicians were nearly out of mana.
If those men and women had known that their leaders had just spent several minutes arguing over one man while they were fighting for survival—
They would have cried.
Or rioted.
Or both.
Ahem.
But fortunately for everyone involved—
The argument was over.
Now, they were finally going to kill the whale.
Subaru, meanwhile, had no idea what was going through their heads.
He just looked at them, impatient.
"Well?" he said.
"What's the plan?"
To be continued...
(A/N: Again there was a problem with Ao3, their culture is weird and maybe I am the oddball. But well, at this point I am beyond caring bout it.
SO the QUESTIOOOON issssss, perhaps is, certainly is, should be, must be, without any doubt, is to be, finally is, therefore is, and henceforth is, in Lord's name is ... IDK?
Anyway what's your question? XD)