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

Belgrette, who was walking while applying Oracle, the divine chant of recovery, to Claria, was able to move without problems by the time she reached the castle.

... Nevertheless, I can't use a fuzzy technique for a while because I have consumed all of my soul and mind "Prarna" itself. If we are to recover fully, we will need to rest for the whole day.

But they did not return to their room, and hurried under the king.

When I visited the king's room, Latias was about to be made to play King Aldia's board game opponent. Princess Liliane, sitting on her bed, looks bored and looks at the opposite station.

"Oh. Welcome back, both of you!

The princess smiled at the two people who came into the room with permission.

"That, Lili...... princess, why are you here"

"I was bored... so I asked Detlev to bring me"

"Yes... well, it's safe here."

So Latias whines with his eyes dropped on the plate.

"I'm not impressed, Belgrette. Despite the princess's request, leaving under the princess yesterday today, etc."

"also, sorry......"

"It's okay, Latias. I really... I really, really wanted some cake! This wasn't a favor as a friend, it was an order as a princess. It is unacceptable to defy the bell! Therefore, Latias, I will not allow you to blame Belle!

The princess clenches her fist and theorizes her strength.

"... Huh... In your favor."

Latias didn't even hide his sigh.

"Hmm. Sometimes you suddenly want something to eat. You'll see, my daughter.... Hmm, with this hand."

"... Mm. I'll do it."

"And, by the way, Belle. The key cake..."

The princess looks softly at Belgrette.

"Oh, that's... all three of you, I need to talk to you"

Belgrette briefed the three carefully.

Guess we're not the princesses being targeted by assassins, we're ourselves. Expected from the situation… the client's, name.

"... um"

King Aldia roared low.

"Oh, no... it's you guys who are after this... assassin's employer, that one...?

Princess Liliane shakes her neck sideways in such incredible ways.

"No matter, this is no proof, it's just a guess. Honestly, neither do I... I don't want to believe it. So... I'm going to go make sure."

Belgrette told Rin in a hearty voice.

- There you go.

Next to Latias, who was listening silently, ripples arise by Oracle, the divine chant of communication.

"It's Latias."

"Li, Leaver! It's Alma! '

Oh, and Belgrette admires. Alma is good at communicating and can certainly supplement his opponent and fly communications, even at considerable distances.

I knew I, too, needed to practice more correspondence... and the Girl Knight was determined. As a matter of fact, it takes a lot of delicate technology and constant training, which is never easy.

"What's up?

"Yes, um... I've captured Sivim!

"What?"

Latias leaks a faintly surprised voice. I was surprised that this sober knight captain showed such surprise if I tried it on Belgrette.

"Right. Who captured him?

'That's... there's an explosion and a rampage all over the city, a citizen called me... and I rushed over and there was a guy who broke a few finger bones in his hand and completely lost his temper. I've got confirmation that this man is Siveem. I also took confirmation on the face of "Silver Leaf Squad Silvalios," but he said no one had encountered Siveem... "

"What...? Against Sivim, who..."

"Huh!"

Bergrette immediately guessed. I don't know who Syviem is, but I'm pretty sure he's the one whose protection stopped him.

"... Sister. What, you look so happy."

"Ha, huh? He said he didn't look like that."

"... Anyway. Shall we head over? Go to 'That Man'"

To the voice of my cold sister somewhere, my sister nods.

We have to make sure. Is my prediction true?

Somewhere in his heart, hoping he was off...... Belgrette, with Claire, left the room behind.

Sisters' Royal Guard leaves the room behind, leaving the three of them with unspeakable air.

"... why would he give the Bells an assassin..."

It was Princess Liliane who whined small.

King Aldia says in a tone that seems lonely somewhere.

"I can imagine why.... That's a tough mon. Stand over there and you won't stand over here."

Latias moves a pawn on the board, with a voice without emotion.

"Put your strengths up on the shelf and target the Gertillude sisters and other inferior extremes. Just the right time, let the sisters handle it."

So the three arrived at the place.

Midir College, Student Building. In front of a certain room.

The sky is stained with Zhu, and the light entering through the window illuminates the area red.

- When Lifeguard retrieved his client's name from Siveem and returned to the castle, Belgrette and Claria were about to come out of the castle.

She was a vagrant wondering how to tell Belgrette her client's name, but she began to speak for herself. The identity of the mastermind, inferred from previous circumstances.

It is Dompisha. Brilliant, Belgrette mentioned her client's name.

But there... there was no joy in figuring out the truth.

She just looks like she's stuck - still standing in front of this room with that face.

By the time I came to Midir College, there had been no raids.

Shiveem tells me that there are five members of the assassination group Awzi.

An assassin captured by Detlev after unleashing a spear of flame inside only the 'Adule'. The assassins were then defeated by the Belgrettes in the alley. During the day, assassins attacked Liquid Protection and Claria. It came right after, that Sivim. I waited for Belgrette, a man named Bon Dario. Now we're all here.

"Awzi" is devastated.

All I had to do was listen. To the person who hired the assassin.

Showing a bare gesture of hesitation for just a moment, Belgrette knocks on the door of the room.

"Yes? Which one?

"... it's Belgrette"

…………

Signs of upset came through clearly.

If you try over there, Belgrette's here - no, because you can't be in this world.

Gachari...... and the door opens slowly.

Claria even smiled coldly when she saw the face of her stunned opponent, telling her in a bright voice.

"... hehe. What are you looking at? It's like even a ghost saw you, isn't it? Lord Cyril di Cardonne."

The three entered the room to unwittingly fill the distance from Cyril, who fluttered and retracted. The drift guard closes the door with his back hand.

You realized you had lost your escape, and the white aristocratic girl shook her shoulders.

"... how..."

I guess that word of hers has many meanings in it.

"That's what I'm trying to say to you. I meant to know you were sexually vicious, but I can't believe you're setting up an assassin... No, I'm surprised."

Claria doesn't break her cold grin.

"... Cyril. The reason you hired an assassin..."

To the whining words of Belgrette,

"Hey, I don't know what you're talking about!

Cyril eats down too much agitation.

"You know what? I'm not talking about that phase anymore. A bald guy named Siveem said that." My client is Cyril D. Cardonne. "

"Huh...!

"... in the first place, at the time of M.O. Hiring an assassin, my client's candidacy is narrowed. Because it's something you can't do without luxurious funding."

Belgrette just lines up the facts.

"After you hired an assassin, you came to this college to explore my trends. He was also coming to 'Adule' to explore our trends"

Liquid shield still reminds me of it.

Black shadow, seen through the window of the carriage heading to Raindeer. Wasn't that black that reminded me of Drauthrow, the assassin who was marking Belgrette?

"I suspected you when I heard about Claria's exact raid on Gautendor during the day"

It's about this girl. Even if I thought of that, I guess I didn't want to doubt it.

In contrast to the sad expression Belgrette, Claria bumps into words like a cold blade.

"The only people who knew I was headed to Gautendor were my sister, my princess, my lord Aliumi... and when I left the castle, Lord Cyril... you are the only one. You called the assassin, didn't you?

Claria narrows her eyes abhorrently and solicits.

"In the first place, the very story of your" I saw suspicious men around Gautendor "was a lie, wasn't it? I'm ashamed of myself for being put on a proper ride and going out, being sniped at. Not at all."

……

Behind the brains of the drifting shield that I heard about it, I began to wonder. Cut out immediately on the spot.

"Uh, it's Mr. Cyril. Anyway, how did Claria get the assassin to the Bell child who stumbled out afterwards? Shortly after you met Claire at the entrance to the castle, you took a carriage back to college, didn't you?

"Shit... I don't know! I don't know! I don't know!

It wasn't a response.

Shaking his head hard, Cyril exclaims.

"Oh man...... it doesn't work like the princess's favorite mystery book. Bad old days."

Claria no longer had eyes to see the garbage.

"... Cyril..."

Cyril of the moment screams with a kick up her face at Belgrette, who lays her eyes down and calls her name.

"You..., you shouldn't! If it weren't for you guys, I would...!

Why the sisters of Belgrette and Claria were targeted.

If it's not resentment... Kim. But that doesn't apply. He's wealthy enough to hire an assassin. If so - status.

"Without us, could you have been the Royal Guard?

Belgrette inherited Cyril's words in a flat voice.

"Damn... yes! I'm the better one! Unlike you, who are only students, I have already graduated from the College of Bulkfort! You... you are childhood friends of the princess, so they just recommended you on the edge! My sisters look a little good, so they're just taking it up on me! What? This injustice! No kidding!

- There.

"I'm kidding, it's you"

Belgrette et al., a terribly cold voice.

Cyril jumps frightened as if she had been electrocuted, and Claria looks up to her sister with a surprised look. I didn't even think of drifting protection and stared at Belgrette's face.

- There it is. I can't feel any emotions, so exquisitely puppeted and confused...... cold, girl knight face.

"Because you're a childhood friend? You're just being held up? You really think so? For that reason, do you think you'll be entrusted with the guardianship of the princess of one country?

Words that are spouted like a line of words.

"Yeah, I'm certainly still immature. It's all about studying, all about reflecting. Besides, you're free to neglect us. But..."

Belgrette, who was faceless, pointed her powerful eyes at Cyril.

"You were watching, too, weren't you? Adule. That raid. You want to be a royal guard, you deliberately imitated the princess in danger. That's it, you don't deserve to be a Royal Guard"

The colour of the wolf floats on Cyril's face.

"..., that's..."

The three of them were on the stage for 'Adule'. Flew in there, flaming spear. Sure, that might have been aimed at the sisters, but if Claria hadn't prevented it, Princess Liliane would have been involved as well.

"That... assassin did it on his own...!

"Ha. Wow, you had a point. If Claria couldn't prevent it, what were you going to do?

"Huh... what are you talking about! What are you doing to me?

"Me? I'm just an ordinary person. I'm not a nobleman like you. But hiring an assassin to get rid of an intrusive opponent is not even a soothing scumbag. If the Bells are in the way, do something for yourself. Try and win Magee, a chanter named Bellette or Claire. You made this up because you couldn't, right? How can a guy like that be a Royal Guard?"

To the language of drift protection.

"..., uhh, uhh..."

Cyril - just collapsed, like she was heartbroken.

The night without the immense protection of the moon, called Ish Mani, was engulfed in total darkness.

"... so... are you glad? Sister."

Staring at the vanishing dark road of the carriage, Claria, with the lantern in her hand, pounded zero. Same as the little lights on the lantern, with a voice that's going to disappear.

After that. Cyril just kept saying, "I'm sorry"... tears and apologizing. Eventually she regained her composure, "I'm going to appear in the castle," she said.

Belgrette, who trusted the word, did not imitate her in a way that would bind her. Thus now I have just missed the carriage carrying Cyril driving away.

"You're so sweet, Belle."

"Ha... sorry. I wonder if it was sweet myself. But I want to believe Cyril."

So, a little Mia came up with a face.

He was fluttering around at the entrance to the college where the street guards were doing all the shit.

"No, but I'm surprised. Assassination group" Awzi "? Ah. You did exist. The three of you who destroyed it are amazing."

Yeah, Mia says, nodding.

"Oh... no, Mia was talking the other day. Is that a scary story?

"Yeah. It's a bunch of killers lurking in the dark, and the leader says he's a tall black scumbag, wearing a creepy mask. He's a Phantom who's been alive for hundreds of years."

"The leader was just bald. You weren't wearing a mask, but you were creepy enough to die for the beautiful smile you occasionally show. If I think I laughed, I'd be pretty. A Phantom. No, a Phantom. You're talking about a tail fin."

"Mm-hmm. But he said a bald Phantom like that wasn't Lugo's enemy either. Sarasu!

Claria turned her annoying eyes to Mia. You may not like the fact that you acknowledge the strength of drift protection, as you naturally do.

"More than that! Let's have dinner! Claire's been with us a long time!

Jumping, energetic daughter Mia clings to Claire's arm.

"Oh, hey... Mia, let me go"

It was Claria speaking out in protest, but it didn't seem to be full. Stream protection was the first time I've seen Mia and Claria together, but I guess we're still close.

"Sister. What are we gonna do now? We'll go back to the report, won't we?

"Mm-hmm. We need to report to His Majesty immediately. After dinner, let's head back to Wang Du."

Four hours each way. Eight hours round trip.

Belgrette said she has class tomorrow, but what schedule......,

"Uhhhhhh!

Moment after moment, the drift shield exclaimed.

"Whoa!

"Hey, what is it! All of a sudden you sound like an idiot!

"Become, what, what's wrong Lugo......!?

The surprised girls are frightened and watch the shield.

The boy caught his attention, shrugging in a faint voice.

"... money, I'll bring it, I forgot..."

".................. ah"

Belgrette seemed to notice, too.

Yes, it is. I had left the prize money I had received in my room and forgotten it.

"Money......? Oh, shit! Bounty? Ah!

Mia seems to have noticed what she's trying to do. Makes your expression shine.

"Hey! How much? How much did you get out!

"Yeah... three and a half million?

"Come on......,"

Hiu, and Mia breathed in. I turn my eyes toward drifting protection.

"... Lugo kun"

"Hmm? What, you look like you might have"

"Please marry me"

Something's offered me my right hand.

"Ha, ha!? Mia, what did you say?"

"Oh, no!

Belgrette was screaming so that he could be covered in drift protection. Mia smiles at the words.

"... Huh, well. If Belle says no, we have to give up."

Earlier, Mia peeks into Belgrette. A lady turning away from such a girl. It's dark and invisible, but is it red...? Claire broke in looking upset.

"No. Please, Lord Aliumi and Mia are bound. Bless you."

"That's better than that! It's a prize! What do you want?

A girl knight who hung Mia was forced to change the subject. The drift shield scratches its head like trouble.

"Hmm, nothing to do..."

"But. Lugo is really unusual, isn't he? Three and a half million escs. What an amazing lot of money, but it doesn't feel like you're very obsessed? Edvin can keep a thousand of them, right?

I can keep it.

"My parents are honest, it's hard not to have money either... and if I had three and a half million escs, I could feed my brother and sisters a lot of yummy food... cheers. Chira Chira."

"Oh, really? Hmmm... I'm not obsessed with anything. I remember I forgot my money, and I was so fucked up."

But sure, I might be calmer than I thought.

If you dare, it's still unrealistic.

Suddenly they say it's an amount of money you can play and live in this world for two years, but you can't keep your brain inside. If this had been three and a half million yen, I would have been more easily understood and upset.

"Well, I can't help it. I hope it's not gone."

Nothing but torture for eight hours back and forth after a night like this, but with Belgrette it would be easy to feel comfortable, and he was a boy I felt like I should...