[Rem x Reader] Re:Reader - REDUX

Volume 2: A Most Fateful Meeting

Too mesmerized by the books and the scale of library, YN tried to fathom how this space could occupy what was once the guest-room they had been in. In the meantime, Subaru had gone back and forth with this girl, increasingly antagonizing her.

Having enough of her visitors though, it was her stern voice, also directed at YN, marking him guilty by association, that brought him back into the conversation. Threatening them with force, YN figured it was best to avoid confrontation here and now.

YN: S-Subaru, don't you think you should be a bit more reserved? She's obviously an inhabitant of this household we were brought to.

With a pleading tone in his voice, YN turned to this drill-haired girl, trying to beg forgiveness.

YN: Although I'm sure patience has run thin, please show my friend here some leniency. He nearly died last night from some pretty bad injuries.

Putting a hand on Subaru's back, YN bowed, and went to make Subaru bow alongside him.

YN: Please, excuse our—

But, before he could finish, Subaru pushed himself to stand straight again, fist raised at YN

Subaru: Hey what's the big idea!? Who said you could speak for—

*THUNK*

The sound of a large book, clapping shut, cut off Subaru's rebuke.

Girl: These antics have gone on long enough, I suppose.

Setting the book aside, the girl approached them both and held out her hand, palm forward, right in front of Subaru's abdomen.

After a slight flash, the black-haired boy collapsed to the ground.

Looking down at him, while YN couldn't see it, the look of discontent upon this girl's face was apparent by the tone she spoke to Subaru in.

Girl: Your mana has been taken as payment for this disruption.

As Subaru struggled to stay conscious, YN stood frozen, unsure if his fellow wayward travling companion had just been gravely wounded or just put in his place.

Subaru: Y-You... You're not human, a-are you?

Snorting and turning her head upward, this girl all but confirmed that accusation.

Girl: Don't ever lump one such as myself in with those other foul creatures, I suppose. Betty is much more refined.

Before Subaru passed out, he croaked out his final few words of conscious memory.

Subaru: 'Betty...' C-Cute name...

Beatrice: You may only refer to me as 'Beatrice,' louse.

With that, Beatrice turned towards YN, hand in the same fashion as when she approached Subaru.

Taking a step back, YN held up his hands defensive, trying to show he meant no hard, and thus didn't deserve the same treatment.

YN: Woah, woah! Easy, easy! L-Lemme just grab my friend here, a-and we'll be out of your hair. Y-You won't have to worry about us coming back!

Beatrice: *sigh* While Betty appreciates your offer, that was also to check his intentions, I suppose.

Lowering his hands as she used a slightly less hostile tone towards his compliance, he raised a brow at the same time.

YN: 'Intentions?'

Beatrice: Yes. If he intended to harm anyone or anything in this mansion, I would have been able to tell from that, yet, Betty sensed nothing from him. Now, it is your turn to be inspected.