Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

- About two months to go back.

The scheduled date of return under King Aldia is the twenty-first day of the month of Xingliao "Seiru". Today is the moon and seventh day of Aotearoa Natha. past the deadline of about fifteen days.

I was going to reopen it at the time I decided to compete in the Heavenly Boom Festival, but it was so late that strange temperament stood.

Anyway, a selection of doctors can be arranged by the request for drift protection that controlled the heavenly banquet, and Myol's treatment is a successful success.

It was two days ago that Gonder and Inn's father dropped him off and left Lefe, where he stayed for a long time.

The carriage carrying the three exiled escorts proceeded across the border into the mountains and had just arrived in the village of Kerlia, the home of Myol. Exactly, I didn't feel like leaving my sick girlfriend alone.

As we disembarked from the carriage, the vast and luminous green of the mountains greeted the drifting guardians.

"Ooh..."

"Wow, beautiful..."

Liquid protection and Belgrette are all found in the scenery.

forest settlement held in green, but it deserves to be described as. The village has a considerable area and a large lake can be seen in the back illuminating the sun.

"Both of you... really... thank you"

Myol, who seemed sorry to say so, even looked a little naughty. Long hospitalizations would be one of the causes.

Blonde hair stretched to her shoulders and beautiful green eyes peeking through her dripping eyelids. It was like a chunk of energy, she felt grown up like someone else compared to when we first met.

"Really...... thanks"

Refuge laughs brightly and returns to her as she repents everywhere.

"How many times do I look at it already? I promise I won't tell you."

"Oh, yeah......"

Still, she nodded as if she had shrunk.

Maybe I can't force it. Assuming the drift protection was Myol's position, I felt it would shrink as well.

A human being who just went on a trip and met him is paying a fortune to help himself and even trying to screw up his sister's treatment costs. Isn't it strange that there's something behind it?

... To be honest, even in the carriage leading up to here, the conversation didn't play as well as it did at the beginning of the encounter. Between Myol and me, it even seems like we have a slight sense of distance. She's not in the mood yet, so I guess it's one of the reasons why she doesn't shake like she used to...

"Look, both of you, over here! At least have some tea!

I had been invited to stay in the village for a while, but politely refused there. Exactly. It's not good if I don't go home anymore.

But that's how the refusal to be generous has also made me feel extra concerned.

I don't feel so good about breaking up like this.

"... bell child"

"Yeah?"

"I... am going to tell Myol... Um, look, the truth and all that."

He was a Belgrette with a slightly facetious look, but he immediately smiled and nodded, "Mmm, okay," he said.

A wordless suggestion that almost came to mind and decided, with all the feelings ahead of it.

Still, while just thanking the good comprehender for guessing, Lifeguard began to summarize his thoughts in his head.

The first surprise was that Ruthia, Myol's sister, looked nothing like her sister.

The age is fifteen years the same as the drifting guardians. Beautiful blonde hair and green eyes cut together at shoulder length are certainly the same, but a grown-up face and understated personality are arguably the exact opposite.

For example, I could not imagine a diagram in which Ruthia was dressed in a costume with the same exposure as Myol.

Well, if such a weak-looking kid were dressed in such a horny outfit, that would be... and he would snort in his heart, but now it's not going to come true to see him like that.

Rutier, with a limp leg, had been put to bed in the back of the room. Probably because you haven't walked on your own for a long time, those legs are incredibly thin. Even if the treatment is successful, it should take a long period of rehabilitation before you can walk.

It was four years ago that this village of Kerlia was attacked by bandits. Even Ruthia, who was eleven at the time - even such a grown-up girl fought madly to death, and thus sustained indelible wounds. I've felt the harshness of this world on my skin for some reason, but I still can't imagine that hell.

We finish introducing ourselves to each other and the four of us bicker.

"Uh, Mr. Belgrette, I'd like to hear more about you then......!

"Mmm, fine. That's when my sister..."

Ruthia seemed to admire the city, obsessed and listening to the girl knight.

Myol, who watched as he smiled, stood up somewhat sparingly.

"Uh... both of us, I knew we were going to stay..."

"No, seriously, I'd like to take care of you for a night or so..."

Nature is beautiful, the air is clear and comfortable. I'd like to go into the lake. Honestly, I also feel that the return date is still around a day or two.

but still, efforts should be made to get home early. He carries important documents that must be handed over to King Aldia.

"If we don't get back to the castle soon, we won't know what we're going to be..."

"Yep..."

Belgrette also lays her eyes down sorry. "Too bad......" Ruthia dropped her shoulder so she could be caught.

"... well. I can't help it... I'll get you a carriage. I'm calling from a city in the west, because it's gonna take three hours to get to this village... and if you don't call me now, it's gonna be night"

"I'm going to call you...... are you going somewhere? You call me by the art of communication, right?

"Yeah, communication is communication..."

Saying so, Myol points out the window. Beyond it was a hill that soared high above the lake.

"You call it from over there. When you fly communications outside, that's the best place to go."

Is it like a cell phone wave?

On Myol's back as he tried to leave the room, Liu Xiao spoke in haste.

"Oh, can I go, too? Hey, you want to walk around the village?"

"Huh? Yeah, well... nothing..."

She agreed with the confusion.

Slowly, take the long idle village road.

Somehow there was no conversation.

I walk side by side, but there is a slightly more unnatural vacancy between them as well.

"What a myol! Did you jump out of the village and hook up with your young brother to make money for Ruthia's treatment? Are you a rich toko boy?

"No, because it's not so-yu!

Enough to get through the lush forest path while being chilled out by the passing villagers. We went up a slightly steep meadow slope and arrived at the place.

"Ugh... this is awesome...!

It can be described as a spectacular view. Beneath your eyes, a lake so clear that you can see underwater and fish shadows. You can also see the full extent of the settlement that spreads around it. This is the tallest place in the village of Kerlia.

"Uh... well, carriage... I'll call you"

"Ah, yes."

Lifeguard, who was accidentally crawling on all fours and staring at the lake, replied looking back in a somewhat unadulterated outfit.

Myol finishes arranging the carriage and the two watch the landscape silently.

"... All right. Myol, I need to talk to you for a second."

Thus, the drift shield was cut out frankly.

"You know what? Actually, I... I'm not from this world."

Myol's reaction, when it came to it, was only to lean his little neck strangely.

No, Belko had a similar reaction, and the modern Japanese boy laughs bitterly when he remembers the time.

- I followed the order and explained it carefully.

First, that amnesia is a lie.

That it came from a completely different world than this Grim Crows.

So that the Divine Chant "Oracle" cannot be used.

And for some reason, being able to demonstrate unusual physical abilities in this world......

"... slightly - well, when they say that, can you also convince me that Lugo is a little out of style? I'm starting to wonder..."

Slightly pully, but seemed to be trying to show me an understanding.

"So... I'm not the same value as the people in this world." Over there, "I usually live, and I don't... touch other people's deaths. I also think some people can remain unrelated to violent shakedowns for the rest of their lives. It's really an incredibly safe world compared to this one. Killing each other with people is a big deal already. So, you see, I was... amazed at Myol for lightly killing the burglar."

"Ah..."

On the road to the Lefe, in the Dusta Valley, a line was attacked by a burglar. We destroyed it without difficulty as a result, but all the enemies are dead by Myol's hand.

I guess I remembered the exchange then. Myol glances, as he was convinced.

"Myol's words got me thinking. In this world, the idea over there doesn't work. I also realized that I was still sweet."

Even if it's dawn on karate, city fights, etc., the essence doesn't change that much. It could be an exchange of lives, I don't have to think about it.

"Seriously, you're more peaceful than anyone in this world can imagine. So if we're talking about getting hit by a fellow, that's already a big case. What kind of asshole is that? I want to talk to you."

It's peaceful, laughing.

"So I got annoyed with the demon warrior Maygus guys anyway, and I thought I'd do something to knock him down. Why do you have the power to go to the Heavenly Banquet? Thought so. So I just happen to be in a good position to do that. I just did it because I seemed like I could do it... like a knight, I don't know if I had faith that I'd save Myol at all costs - or, uh... I don't know how to say it..."

When I scratched my head and said it out, Myol responded with a smile with no multiplier.

"Still, it doesn't make any difference that Lugo helped me... help us. Really, thanks."

"... no... still, well"

The illuminated drift shield says Gonyo Gonyo as he slips away from his gaze.

"Er... that's it. I have a girl named Mia at the academy, but even when I bought her back as a slave, I spent a lot of money... well, I can totally afford it this time."

"Heh... You mean your girlfriend fell into slavery and Lugo bought that kid to help you? That kid became Lugo's slave, you mean?

"... er, well"

If you disagree with the rhetoric that seems to contain something,

"Oh well. Lugo said that his girlfriend had become his own slave, and that he was hitting on that child for as long as he wanted to be young..."

"Ho, ho, ho. Here we go."

If you flush the expected reaction on the tannic side, Myol laughs not bad again.

"Damn... why is he such a lonely little animal? Especially since it's perfect for Belle, she could be dead by now with too much upside down of loneliness."

Lifeguard himself, I've never seen Mia face to face in so long.

"Haha. Well, I'll have to get you home soon. Either way, I don't think he had time for us to stay."

"Yeah...... seriously sorry"

"You can say it.... I've always wondered what 'serious' means? Lugo, you say that sometimes."

"Ah."

That's what they point out, the first time I've noticed it.

"I wonder if it means something like true, or serious. It's used in my hometown? Like..."

"Heh, yeah."

Truly now, the word is used to breathe from the very beginning of its arrival in this world.

but naturally the inhabitants of this world don't even know.

Bergrette and Mia have never penetrated before either, but were they listening or didn't say anything in particular because they thought it was like a dialect?

Now in retrospect, she once pointed out to me that "from time to time, there were also words out there that didn't make sense" when I was to have a duel with Claire in the garden of the Gertillude family. I guess words that only work in 'beyond' are unconsciously appearing in this way.

Come on, it's time to go back.

"Sort of."

The two of them started going down the high ground side by side.

Thanks to the conversation, unlike on the road to get here, the distance to the neighboring Myol was closer. The odd approximation seems to have disappeared.

I guess I was right to try to be honest with you, and at the moment when the drift protection was relieved,

"- Lugo kun"

Voices calling mischievously and signs of snuggling.

And it hit the boy's cheek, a soft feeling.

Sweet fragrance with fluffiness. Rugged blonde hair that tickles her face and neck.

――――――――

Hmm? Huh? This is...

A moment when the boy is unintentionally stiff.

In that gap, the signs pull off sassy and quick.

…… …………

So I finally gave it back to me. If the shield turned its face to the side in surprise as it died,

"Surprised, I made you...?

lips - the figure of an older blonde porn equipped woman chanting magician (Maggie) who asks that in a whispering voice as she wets that part of her tongue that was just touching her drifting cheeks.

"Bi, bi, bi, surprise, that's not the problem -! Suddenly...!

The adolescent boy stands up early as he holds down his mouthed cheeks and now begins to pulse.

"Slightly - at least a token of gratitude or a testament of dearness..."

"So! I didn't expect that in return...!

"I say that, because I'm uncomfortable with this one, which is unilaterally unsupported. If it's true, it's not enough to be with my sister and thank her physically at all. What, Mr. Purity Lugo doesn't seem to forgive me for that, either?

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Isn't that obvious...!

With this costume, which is very different from a swimsuit, Myol and Ruthia crawl on all fours on the bed.

"Sisters! Dawn! Gwaaaa!"

Shake off that delusion with the thought of peeling off the raw skin.

"Pfft. Really, Lugo, you're right about the 'color' you see. You're so white, you're gonna want to get your sister dirty."

"Stop, seriously, stop...,?

Her breath was also a constantly rational shield, but there she feels uncomfortable with her words.

"... visible... as in 'color'?

Myol has the special ability to see 'color' in people.

Most humans are gray because of the degree of difference, and malicious humans and others can 'see' the literal blackness.

That's okay. I was hooked.

"Now you say it's white... Me?

Once upon a time, a casual conversation with Myol comes back to life behind the brains of drifting shields.

"The Lugo guys are so pure white and gray that they're all too pretty. From previous experience, the color is pure enough to say that you're already too popular. He had a clearer color than anyone else who was there last night. '

"Huh? Yeah. That, I didn't tell you. The two are so beautiful white and gray. Lugo is white and Belgrette is gray."

"... that, yes, something"

Yes, it is. Clearly, I didn't ask which color it was. There was no question, I thought Belgrette was white and I was gray.

I guess that thought was on my face.

"Oh, I thought Belgrette was white? Hmm, girls aren't just cute or pretty - It's a complicated, mushy, clueless thing - Lugo. Even Belgrette, like the Virgin Mary, who is utterly indispensable, must have a lot in her heart...... nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

It was a myol laughing badly, but there I lean my neck, as I recall.

"Speaking of which... Belgrette is certainly gray, but she's a little different from normal people. I don't know... I'm trying to mix pure white with black, but it's not working and it's turning unnatural gray..."

"Ha..."

Even so, it's hard to think of one thing right now about drifting shelter where you can't actually see 'color'.

Speaking of which, I still couldn't imagine that there was' black 'in Belgrette. When I said that, it was going to make fun of me again, so I didn't put it in my mouth.

"It's actually very unusual for Lugo to be white at that age. Something about a little kid who doesn't know he's hurt yet, he's got the same color. I mean, Lugo is such a pure boy that he's too pure, right? Uh... sister, I'm dying to teach you a lot."

"Please don't do this."

I desperately divert my gaze from Myol's colorful flushes.

As for drift protection, it's hard to think of myself as white. It's bothering me like this.

"Uh, that one, so, for example, what does Mr. Gonder or Ruthia look like?

"Hmm... Mr. Gonder feels clumsy gray with a pattern. I was dressed uncommonly, but I knew right away that the roots must be serious people. Lutia, light gray. She's weak, so I don't know if that's the kind of personality that dilutes the color."

"Hmmm..."

It seemed quite difficult for drift protection to understand.

So to Myol's expression, a dark thing casts a shadow.

"... the bandits who attacked the village were thin, dirty black, and those demon warrior" Maygus "guys... were the very colors of darkness that seemed to swallow everything"

"... I see. Hey, it's time to go. What are you talking about?"

Has the spread of the story touched the extra wound?

Flushing to cut it off, trying to move your legs forward...

……

The sweet scent again, the glossy blonde feel, puzzles the boy.

Myol was jumping into the chest of the shield.

"Hey, Myol.......................................,"

That's how he gets hugged, but for the first time, the boy realizes.

Though intimate, she is placed on her own chest in such a way as to fear, her fine arms. Likewise modestly pressed against the chest plate, her forehead.

That they're shaking small.

……

Reminds me.

Events in the hospital where Myol was brought in shortly after he was hurt by the demon martial artist Maygas and others.

"Hih, no!

That scream of rejection, showered by the drift guard who tried to support her fluttering.

There should be no healing. The heartbreak engraved by the magician "Maygas" is certainly not going to disappear easily. Even now that I'm physically recovering, and even now that I've beaten them up, I'm still frustrating Myol.

"... Lugo kun..., I really... thank Lugo kun so much that I can't thank him enough.... Yet... Yet...!

And yet I'm scared.

To shield - to touch a man.

Sexual behavior excites me as if I had gotten back on track. Desperately indulge in the fear of even getting close, showing gratitude by kissing or snuggling on your cheeks.

……

Slowly and carefully, the drift shield reaches out to Myol's shoulders.

The moment she touched her, she shook that body visibly louder. Still, it stays that way, as if to endure pain.

"We, um... hey, hey. I'm fine."

Flushing gently pulled Myol's body apart, whining in a crying voice.

I don't think it's a good idea.

The boy takes off his gaze and scratches his cheek and keeps saying it.

"... Myol's gratitude is awesome - or... to be honest, it's pretty grumpy - so don't push yourself..."

Speaking of blubbering, Myol made her laugh at her temperament as she wiped the tears in her eyes.

"... Really, thanks. Lugo helped me because of this... good luck with my sister. One day I'll really... be able to thank you physically, because I'll have cancer!

"No, that's it, but I hope you'll come visit me someday in the King's Capital. Belle said it before."

"Yeah. I'll be able to repay Lugo a lot on a glorious Wang Du night."

"Honestly, this man is no longer..."

"Huh? I just said I want to repay you on the night of Wang Du... See, for example, you think we're going to have dinner at a good store? If it's a nightclub in Wangdu, it seems like a lot of places have good drinks. Um, what did you imagine about Lugo?

"I don't like this guy anymore! I'm leaving!"

"Wait a minute!

Myol follows the runaway shield.

Running like children under the blue, clear summer sky, the two figures had been witnessed by many villagers.

Myol has made a man outside - rumors happen to be heard all over the village, and all the young people and others who were secretly passionate about her dropped their shoulders.

"Um... Rumor is it true that the other day the little brunette was Mr. Myol's man...!

As a young man courageously questioned her, she smiled and said away.

"That's right. Seriously? My future husband, perhaps?

The men were slammed into the abyss of despair and my sister Rutia said, "Are you sure, sister?!? Are you going to go to war with Mr. Belgrette?" and succeeded in getting up to much of a surprise (good news), "No, you're not going to argue with Belgrette properly, are you? I don't care if it's the second Onna... or the convenient Onna," Myol said, "and the little mountain village boiled so badly that the Arikai caretaker didn't even know.