Re:Zero Yarinaoshi - Rewriting the Past

Re:Writing History in the Stars

Prologue - The End of Everything, the Beginning of Everything

??: "You're the worst."

With her arms crossed, the white-haired hostess snorted, showing her dissatisfaction. She clearly didn't want the company of this woman who was present, but she had to accept it, there was nothing she could do.

She was her guest.

Even if everything around her was her domain, she couldn't keep this woman prisoner, and the hostess hated her imposing nature. This place was practically her house, her home, her compound, and yet there was nothing she could do about it.

All she had to do was watch as the next guests arrived for her little tea party, something that was done entirely in a hurry, not even counting the cups on the table.

The sky, which had always remained blue, was now cracked, as if part of the universe had become corrupted within its domain. However, these flaws didn't faze the hostess or the woman, who knew what would happen, so did nothing to get around it.

Hostess: "I can't look at you for so long. Just sort out your problems with that other one. I don't want to get into the conversation where you're going to be the focus. Just make up your mind about what you're going to do with the little star."

??: " — — — "

Without saying anything, the woman continued to watch the horizon under the black veil, slumped in her chair.

This attitude infuriated the hostess even more.

Hostess: "Don't you have anything to say? Good, I thought your cheap pride would get in the way of your thoughts. Are your emotions artificial too? Are you going to keep lying to yourself and the others around you?"

??: " — — — "

Hostess: "What a waste of time... I know you don't like me, just as I don't like you either. I've never been afraid to express that opinion. The world itself already wants you gone."

??: " — — — "

Words and more words of hatred continued to pour out of the woman, who still didn't care. Her face was expressionless and she had no reaction to being cursed at. Her calm and serenity created an atmosphere of confusion for those watching, even wondering if this woman was aware that everything she was being told was a lie.

But the hostess was serious. Everything she had said was true.

Her tone threatened to rise, but she held back, not out of respect for the woman, but because another guest had arrived, the main attraction of this party.

??: "It's wonderful to arrive last and see other people's relationships flow so well."

A delicate, slow walk. A voice powerful enough for a whole choir, but also graceful and gentle. And an appearance whose very words in any language were incapable of describing, the next and last guest at the tea party, appeared.

Her white hair was like platinum, long and slender down to her waist, where her entire body, pale as snow, was covered by a single dress, which even without any breeze, swayed across the green fields. The non-existent wind arbitrarily decided to wrap itself around the beautiful girl, just to keep her even more graced by natural phenomena.

Her walk was slow, but that didn't disturb the guest or the hostess. Even though she took her time, one hour she approached them both, and that was enough.

Dominance was what it took to endure the presence of such influential people in the same place. The hostess was wise and powerful, so she set about solving the problem as she had previously planned. With her left hand, she shattered the green hills and the cracked sky, turning the whole place into a void.