Distorting And Restarting Life From Zero In Another World.

19 - Where's Your Cockiness?

Any art that appears in this story isn't and will never be mine!

Writing style:

Y/N = {Your name}

L/N = {Surname or middle name}

E/C = {Eye color}

H/C = {Hair color}

Format:

"[Y/N]: No way!" For dialogues.

"As the gently breeze of the wind pass..." For general occurrences.

"Even after that..." For inner thoughts.

"Al SHAMAK!" For special moments.

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A few days had passed since the Archbishops of Greed and Gluttony attacked the caravans. In the meantime, Y/N's condition hadn't improved much, but he was now at least able to walk on his own, even if he did stumble from time to time. At the moment, the residents of Karsten Manor were gathered in Crusch's strategy and political meeting room to review and discuss previous events and situations. Of course, they could have started this the day after or even hours after it happened, but the main protagonist against the attack wasn't in the best condition for something like this.

Felix, his normally effervescent demeanor dampened by exhaustion, was the first to break the silence. His voice, though calm, held a bitterness that belied his cat-like grace.

[Felix]: "So, by the time the Iron Fang members brought back reinforcements from the capital... the only ones left were the casualties and..."

Felix trailed off.

[Crusch]: "Those in situations related to the Sin Archbishop of Gluttony."

Crusch said with quiet severity, finishing his sentence. Her tone was composed, but beneath the surface, there was an unmistakable tremor of restrained rage.

Subaru nodded, his eyes shifting uncomfortably to the figure beside him.

[Subaru]: "According to Y/N... Crusch-san's memories were almost devoured. And Rem's... her name and memories probably would've been taken too."

The words came out with difficulty, like jagged stones scraping his throat.

Everyone's eyes turned to Y/N. He sat on a cushioned bench near the window, the pale morning light casting faint shadows across his face. Zarestia remained at his side, supporting his frame, her arm wrapped firmly yet tenderly around his shoulders.

His gaze remained sharp.

Subaru continued, glancing back to the group, his voice quieter now.

[Subaru]: "A lot of similar cases happened in the capital... people falling into coma with no apparent cause. They called it the 'Sleeping Beauty Disease' back then. But now..."

Wilhelm, leaning against the wooden pillar of the room, arms crossed, spoke with solemnity.

[Wilhelm]: "Now, it should be seen for what it truly is... the work of the Witch's Cult..."

Felix groaned, rubbing his temples in frustration, ears twitching.

[Felix]: "We just dealt with Sloth. And now we find out there are more? Archbishops, plural? This really, really sucks!"

[Y/N]: "Well,"

Y/N rasped, his voice thin but composed. All eyes turned back to him.

[Y/N]: "The Witch's Cult isn't just one Archbishop. Each of the seven deadly sins has its own, excluding Envy. That one... that seat is something completely unknown. But yes, there are six archbishops total. Sloth is down. Pride... is currently unoccupied. That leaves four more."