Re:Zero: Wrath Route Yandere Emilia Watches the Projection Chapter 15 15: Film Viewing... Begins

Emilia slowly opened her eyes to find herself inside a vast, unfamiliar space — everything around her strange and disorienting.

The ceiling soared to a dizzying height. A handful of dim, amber-tinted lights maintained the barest thread of illumination across the room.

Directly ahead, an enormous grey curtain hung suspended from the walls. Beneath it sat a small box, quietly radiating a faint, steady glow.

So kind of magical tool, Emilia thought.

She turned to look around her. Row upon row of black-and-red leather seats stretched out in perfect order. Each successive row sat higher than the one before it, forming a stepped, tiered structure — like a gallery built to hold a crowd of spectators.

She tried to sit up properly, but the weakness in her body forced her back down to catch her breath.

mories washed over her like a tide — the confrontation with Reinhard. But everything after that had gone murky, blurred, as though so invisible force had simply erased a portion of it.

All she could rember was her own mana spiraling out of control and the mont she clashed with Reinhard. And then — nothing.

"Where am I?"

Emilia's heart was full of unease and confusion. She strained to piece together every detail from before she lost consciousness.

But apart from the clash with Reinhard, everything else was shrouded in thick fog — impossible to make out.

She couldn't help worrying about Natsuki Subaru. Was he also out there sowhere, waking up in so unknown place just like her?

She swept her gaze around the room, searching for any kind of clue.

"...Lady Emilia?"

A startled voice broke the silence of the space.

Emilia snapped toward the sound. Her ice-blue pupils contracted sharply.

Reinhard was stepping out of the shadows cast by a row of black-and-red seats not far away. His expression was a mixture of confusion and a wariness that hadn't fully faded.

He had clearly only just woken as well. His ornate knight's uniform was lightly dusted with gri. But that unhurried composure — the quiet ease that belonged to a Sword Saint — had already returned to settle over him.

He walked to a spot a short distance from Emilia and stopped. His vivid blue eyes swept carefully over the bizarre surroundings before finally coming to rest on her.

"Reinhard...?"

Emilia instinctively stiffened and answered him with a single, halting sound.

The absurdity of the scene sent a chill through her. Just monts ago, they had been facing each other with blades drawn in front of the Loot House. And yet here they were, standing inside this unknown, eerily calm space, exchanging greetings as if they had bumped into each other in a palace corridor.

The sheer disconnect made her feel as though none of it were real.

"You are here as well… It would seem we have found ourselves in the sa situation."

Reinhard gave a slight nod, his manner impeccably courteous.

In truth, he harbored no particular hostility toward Lady Emilia. In his mory, it was only because Lady Emilia had been so determined to protect Natsuki Subaru — to the point of driving an ice blade through his unguarded chest from behind — that he had found himself opposing her at all.

He had never wanted to cross her. She was a person of noble standing — one of the candidates for the throne.

"Mm..."

Emilia gave a quiet murmur in reply and averted her eyes from his probing gaze.

Setting aside Reinhard's insistence on harming Subaru — deep down, she held genuine respect for this man. The kingdom's paragon of knighthood. The Sword Saint of legend.

"Do you know… what this place is?"

Reinhard surveyed the room, his brow furrowed.

"I have never seen anything like it… Spatial transfer? So form of large-scale barrier? Or perhaps..."

He shook his head, his voice carrying a gravity she had never heard from him before.

"I have no idea. Whatever this place is, none of my blessings are functioning here."

"Pandaemonium?"

The word slipped from Emilia's lips before she could stop it.

The mory surfaced instantly — the palace constructed by Natsuki Subaru, the Purge King, specifically designed to neutralize the Sword Saint Reinhard's blessings. That had also been the first place she had stabbed Reinhard from behind… though none of that mattered now.

As for the second ti — that had been in front of the Loot House, when her body had moved on its own without conscious thought, driving an ice blade through Reinhard's chest from behind in order to protect Subaru.

But still — his blessings hadn't worked? The Loot House was nothing like Pandaemonium. And yet her attack had connected without any resistance.

Strange...

Emilia's thoughts stalled for a mont — but then she let it go, brushing past the inconsistency, and turned back to Reinhard.

"No… it's nothing. Please, go on."

She gave a small shake of her head in answer to his questioning look.

"Of course, Lady Emilia."

Reinhard didn't dwell on it. He paused briefly, then spoke again with a note that left little room for deflection.

"What I wanted to ask is — do you know whether Natsuki Subaru and the Bowel Hunter, Elsa, are here as well?"

Emilia's heart lurched. She was just drawing breath to answer —

When a languid voice, laced with lethal allure, slithered into both their ears like a cold serpent's tongue:

"My, my — not even a mont's peace, is there, dear Sword Saint~"

"And our lovely little half-elf~"

Elsa drifted out of the shadows at the far end of the room, still looking every bit as disheveled as she had monts ago. But she showed no intention of changing her attitude — the sa half-lidded, languid ease as always.

"The Bowel Hunter!"

Reinhard reacted first, snapping into a ready stance.

"You are one of the Royal Capital's most wanted criminals. Even without Natsuki Subaru present, my duty demands I take you into custody."

A smirk curved across Elsa's lips — but before she could say a word, every light in the space abruptly went out.

Darkness swallowed all three of them at once. They couldn't see a hand in front of their faces.

But within monts, the wall directly in front of the seats blazed to life. Lines of strange, cryptic text materialized across the grey curtain out of thin air.

[Cinema Rules and Regulations]

[Rule One: The use of force in any form is strictly prohibited]

[Rule Two: Please remain seated and do not move about freely]

[Rule Three: Destruction of any cinema facilities is strictly prohibited]

[Rule Four: The content of the screening constitutes established fact — do not question its authenticity]

[The film is about to begin. All audience mbers, please return to your seats]

The cold words were branded silently onto the enormous grey curtain, radiating an ominous shimr that instantly seized the full attention of all three people present.

"Cinema… is that the na of this place?"

"No wonder Reinhard can't use his blessings — no use of force… and so blessings would have no purpose here either."

Emilia murmured softly to herself.

"This space is clearly sothing out of the ordinary."

"I have a feeling we would do well to follow whatever rules are written up there… Lady Emilia, let us find ourselves seats."

Reinhard's expression did not waver. He trusted his instincts and made his decision.

At his words, Emilia quickly found the nearest seat and settled into it.

Elsa, too, said nothing — which was unusual — and simply walked over to the seat right beside Emilia and sat down.

Once all three were seated, the text on the curtain slowly faded away.

The entire space sank into a deeper stillness — a silence like waiting for judgnt to be passed.

The dim lights seed to grow even fainter. The oppressive weight hanging in the air was almost solid enough to touch.

All three of them could hear each other breathing. Their heartbeats thudded heavy and low inside their chests.

And then — suddenly —

The curtain blazed to life!

A blinding burst of light shattered every shadow in an instant, flooding the three stunned faces with brilliance.

Not text this ti — but a vivid, moving image, alive with color!

It was so sharp, so real, it was as though a window into another world had been flung open all at once.