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

It was a room with all the luxury it had to offer.

A sandalwood shelf decorating the interior of the walls on all sides. A number of golden vessels and cups arranged on it. Beautiful, elaborately shaped chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and the floor is covered with a carpet of bright red with soft hair.

One and two were across the street, separating my room, the executive desk sitting at the bottom of it, where even the upper nobles were thrown the cost of butting in.

On the back of the desk, sinking into a cowhide chair is Quindor Jarosberchill, the lord of the room. The face on the table is the head of the Jarome Chamber of Commerce, based extensively in the Kingdom of Eiffalk, and the back face is the head of the performer group Orchester.

White skin, blonde hair divided into seventy-three parts. Thinly suspended triple white eyes and a top-nosed beam. Thin lips unconstructively drawing horizontal lines. A man of appearance reminiscent of a reptile somewhere. A clean white dress with no dirt wraps its skinny body around it.

On the front side of the desk, one is a little old man wrapped in white. The number and depth of wrinkles engraved make you feel the right age, but their eyes are full of stiff and unusual vitality. First name, Kinzor Granshua.

And the other is a big man nestled like a statue beside that Kinzor. He was a fat man, hosting a slightly inflated muscle. A strange pattern of underwear caught my eye, mixed with green and gray patterns. The name was Mercosia Aitomatov.

Kinzor speaks out in a tall voice that tears the silence apart.

"Hi-ha. Sorry to take your time."

"No problem."

Quindor's response is quiet, as opposed to Kinzor's like sticky fever. Lack of human flavor or warmth, it might even be described.

But neither one of them cares about the temperature difference between them, and the conversation progresses faintly.

"Do, Lord Quindor. I've been doing my own research on our side for a while now. Again, that sounds pretty sure."

"And say?

If Quindor urged first with a voice without discouragement, Kinzor concluded with heartfelt pleasure.

"Aldia, did I say. That Raindeer king is about to enter your realm."

Quindor is silent. Kinzor, who interpreted that silence in the sense of "keep going," turns his tongue more fervently.

"The first expedition to the original Bobo by a large unit of Raindeer took place last fall. Again, an investigation is a superficial nomenclature. He seems to have understood correctly what sleeps in the land. It looks like you've already begun to develop sealing tools using" crystals "."

"Hmm. I heard rumors."

"To put it this far... if Lord Quindor would have noticed?

The man in the courtesy answered pale in response to a strange old question that seemed to try and peek into his chest.

"I mean... when Aldia sooner or later turns a blind eye to my black-haired crystal Night Morion"

"Hi-ha. As you can see."

"Hmm. And Lord Kinzor asked me what to do?

Now Quindor asks to try.

The old white man said away without incident.

"Let's crush Raindeer."

The silence descended.

If Raindeer soldiers were present on this occasion, they would have been slaughtered without question (although Kinzor was originally a sinner targeted in Raindeer).

Whatever, so much speech. Even if he was from another country, it was a line that could not be finished with jokes or worldly quotes.

"Hi-hi, have you just passed the big language spectacular? I'm going to take Aldia, to be exact."

Kinzor to correct, but no small difference.

A country called Raindeer, flourishing by the King of Kazaku. If that core king is killed, there is no need to argue about what will happen to the country.

Its neighbor, Lefe, is now experiencing precisely the continued absence of the Lord, showing a sluggish situation. but let's just say that the presence of the "Thirteen Martial Family" and "Witches of the Divine Domain" somehow perpetuates it.

Raindeer, on the other hand, is the strongest nation in Aldia. If the king dies, it can also be said that he encloses the brittleness from which he rolls down into a breath. Like a refeit, there's a chance you won't even be able to eat down for a long time.

"Lord Kinzor. You,"

For the first time here, a grin stuck on Quindor's iron masked face.

"Are you sure?"

With that said, the head of Orchester lets his temples stick to a ton at his fingertips.

"Hi-hi... ku, bu, ka-ha, but postcard ha-ha...!

A smug laugh with no shards of character echoed into a well-groomed room.

"Gu, ku, hihi... fu... no, no way. I'm sure there is."

Kinzor accepted that statement, which should only be an insult, with great pleasure.

Yes, it is. There can be no decent human being who tries to slay the country and so on. And Kinzor himself, rightly aware of it.

"You'll soon find out what a glamorous Aldia is. In the presence of Night Morion, the black brilliant crystal you have. Okay, well, what means will that 'Tyrannosaurus King' appeal to? Soft, robbing. Overlooking, it's unlikely. And in keeping with his philosophy of killing small people and keeping them alive..."

"We who are small... either way, they say we will be killed."

Tired of laughing, Kinzor nodded slowly without speaking.

"And it is. Everything that Aldia is trying to achieve in the future will be to the detriment of Orchester."

North of Raindeer. About a week's ride north by carriage, bypassing the eastern side of the northern horizon (North Grandalia). Less than 70,000 inhabitants, there is a small country named the Kingdom of Effalk. The place where this mansion is built is at its southernmost end - the city known as Fine Zaks. From here, the nearest city will not be its own, but Reindeer's Rike Ebble.

The Jarome Chamber of Commerce of Quindor, situated on the edge of such a small country, has developed and sold a wide variety of sealing instruments, gaining a high market share across the continent.

But the truth is that the goods that are out in the private sector dared to drop their performance on each step.

This is to avoid being blinded to the state. If you make an excellent 'too much' tool, you will focus on the technology. In that case, the existence of a country seeks to take in the Chamber of Commerce and make its technology ours. This is all the more true in the case of Effarlk, who is scarce in human resources and weak in force. I am familiar with the nature of it because I was Quindor, who was vice president of the Knights.

Soldier costumes such as Septius, which Orchester possesses, may then be exposed as well (whether or not they can actually be made, in relation to materials and the like, is another story).

At the same time, the presence of Night Morion, a black glow crystal hidden by Quindor, will also be bright.

Furthermore, a certain person held by the regiment… even the divine chanting technique Oracle, which it deals with, is to be widely recognized.

To prevent these, Quindor's Chamber of Commerce dared even pretend to be mediocre.

The Chamber of Commerce - Orchester is in a state of solitary confinement far ahead of every nation at the moment.

But this time.

If proprietary product development proceeds at Raindeer, concerns arise that the market currently occupied by Quindor's Chamber of Commerce will be deprived.

Instead, they'll take it away.

Unlike chambers of commerce that want to keep their technology secret, Raindeer doesn't have to intentionally build products that reduce performance.

If you keep pretending to be mediocre, you will compete and lose to a country called Raindeer. If we do our best to stick together, then our presence brightens up. It then leads to the annihilation of Orchester.

Most importantly...

"Your true purpose is yet to be told… I can only say this. Always, be inhibited. Your hegemony will be interrupted by his obstruction."

The old man spoke pale as if he had seen the future.

"So."

Slightly glaring. The suspicious old husband, let's not forget it.

"A pile called Aldia, a little past, beats it here. Ask him to pull into the bottom of the underworld. I was wondering if this was the best."

"... f, kuk. The Lord of one of the greatest powers on the continent, and to wipe out that Wu King, but what is best. That's a tricky story."

It's not even a war between nations.

Play Orchester vs. Raindeer, Kinzor suggests.

"But it should never be impossible. Because we already have all the things that we can do about that small country in the west. If it's all ready, Raindeer or not...... You bet, Lord Quindor."

"Get ready,"

As I cut a sentence, the book of silence goes down.

So far, Mercosia, who refrained from standing beside Kinzor, had not even moved slightly instead of pinching her mouth in the conversation. The interior of a magnificent room and the interior of a decorated statue are likely to be confused.

"... oh yeah. It's just the right opportunity. Here -"

From the tone of it, I guess that was an idea. Also Kinzor opens his cracked lips for fun.

What suddenly echoed from inside Quindor's private room was a grand laugh. The two black clothes standing in front of the door in the hallway were slightly puzzled.

…………

Unexpectedly, we look at each other and then at the entrance and exit we guard - the expensive and sturdy oak door.

I just heard Kinzor's deafening laugh earlier, but not this time. It was too rare, the voice of our own chief.

Had Quindor ever laughed so loudly, even known as the Iron Mask? The black clothes were looking back unexpectedly and staring seriously at the door.

"Huh, Lord Kinzor. What is your name... you are?"

Quindor's shoulder, calling the name of his opponent who sat face to face, was still trembling in small pieces. I even wipe my eyeballs and finally spit them out with a grin with my body like that.

"You're not supposed to be in this world."

For the first time in the wake of that word, Mercosia, standing next to Kinzor, moved Pickle and a frown. Clear herd blue eyes pour an emotionless gaze on Quindor. There is no obvious anger. But it was a quiet and dangerous glance that should be described as' aiming 'rather than' seeing '.

"Whoa, don't stare at me like that, Guardian. This is a compliment. Lord Kinzor, you are certainly a crazy person... but what I need right now is someone just like you."

"Hi-ha. That would be an honor."

"Kuk, Theodosius had a reputation too. Say whatever you want, old man. But I guess that idea of alienation is the part we have to apprentice."

Somehow the leader of the regiment deposited his back in cowhide. The iron mask had collapsed and had zero challenging pleasures.

"Anyway, now of the example 'Penta'...... you want to clean up one of those countries. Not far away, you'll be on your way. Lord Kinzor."

"I know what you mean."

"It's an outpost. Yeah, let's just say I try to sell a fight at dawn when I control this. - Raindeer."

Though powerful, Orchester is only a dark organization.

It was the moment when such a group set one great power as its target.

A room where the weird old man and his escort left the room and were surrounded by silence.

Without touching it forward, the door suddenly opens.

What came in was a person as small as a child. The wind is too different. The short cut black hair is damaged and the clothes are almost worn out.

And one extremely odd characteristic.

The upper half of the face - especially the part of both eyes - is completely blocked by multiple wrapped bandages. Even if it wasn't a dark spot, it was a ghost or something that seemed confusing.

Quindor talks to the person as he flips back into the chair.

"Alalea. Say it again and again, knock on the door when you enter the room."

"Ohh... meng, dude.... but I... it's all, 'I see', from"

"It's all round to you, but I'm surprised you came in all of a sudden. So, what can I do for you - I'm not even talking wild."

Alalea already knows the situation. The length breaks to her snort.

"We're going to get on with the Kinzor story. As a matter of fact, Aldia stepped in. Try to keep the Monkey Mountain Admiral to the same level as us. Don't leave me alone."

"... but... you know, Kin, Zol... dangerous... burning, like... doing"

"I know a hundred things. His aim would be different in" The Power of Cahine ". You're going to get confused. Damn, I don't know where you heard it from, but I'm not showing any gaps. Keep a minimum of one person in addition to black clothes on the cahine, the extermination unit Ostinato. Except for Mutty, right? You guys don't have to worry."

Quindor asks what he remembers as he sees Alarea snorting like a machine with run out of oil.

"Wow. By the way, how come the Ninetail guy? I've only heard you say that you haven't been out of tune for a long time."

"I get it, la... no. Neither tangled nor tangled... Perhaps you'd like to... come in, take the body..."

"Are you obsessed with 'machining' again? I don't mind playing with the doll, but it's a little easier to deal with, isn't it, that lady?"

While sighing, Quindor switches his thoughts quickly.

"How's Theo?"

"... Zakka, to Bahr... I'm home..."

"He's an active knight Sama with that one, so how about there? First of all, don't be absent from the top two."

"... big, husband. The extermination unit Ostinato... is here... and if it is... I am here."

"Be as modest as you can get out. I can't change with Cahine."

The leader of a regiment with a tie on his chest flies a sharp voice.

"Alalea, contact Monotra and Mutty for now. Give specific instructions."