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

Belgrette looked out over the exotic streets as she stepped on a thin pile of fresh snow.

The silver-colored landscape makes you feel somewhere flamboyant and fantastic. Raindeer and I were having another different fun, and if I cared about it, I was going to be able to watch it forever. I can also snort that Ohmzolf would have guessed if he did.

It's just...

"Ugh, it's cold..."

A glimmer of wind blowing through, powdered snow that winds up faintly.

I don't care how hard it is to get used to this freezing sensation.

…………

And speaking of unfamiliar, this is it.

On top of it, the metal lattice made a high noise with the cane. Slight snow falls down from the mesh clearance.

A mechanism called a streaming snow waterway. Detailed roads for snow drainage, extending along pavements.

Looking down like this, it's quite deep and spacious. The water was not flowing at all, and ice pieces snapped everywhere. Will there be about three miles down there? Talk about some people falling and being flushed, but it was the size and breadth that couldn't be helped.

It's not down now, but if it snows while the Holy Ceremony "Palezza" takes place, it's going to be hard in terms of manpower.

Going on such white streets for a while.

(... Oh, you're in a bit of trouble...)

I can't say very loud, but I'm dying to go pick flowers. We'll have to rent it in the barracks.

There are few people in the city. Today is the day when the celebration, known as the Holy Ceremony Palezza, is held, and the majority of the inhabitants say they participate in this, for example, in the nearest church.

"Turn around the corner here...... Hmm, that one"

Minutes of relying on the map, we soon found the boneless stone building we were looking for. There is no lookout outside, either because of the cold that cuts you, or because the soldiers are also taking part in the Holy Ceremony "Palezza".

"Hello -..."

When I pulled both open doors and went inside, the enveloping warmth greeted Belgrette.

Indoors, in a messy seat near the entrance and exit, there is one middle-aged male soldier spreading an engine magazine on one hand in the cup. Nobody else looks like him.

"Hmm? Aye, anything troubling you?

A soldier with his face up from the magazine asked as he put his mouth on a cup of hot air.

"My name is Bergrette Fizz Gertirude from the Kingdom of Raindeer, and I have been invited to Ohmzolf this time. We were unable to meet your expectations yesterday and we couldn't say. With all due respect, I'd like to ask you a few questions about Lenore…"

"To Master Ohmzolf...? Yesterday...?

He frowned as he rinsed his drink,

"Excuse me, do you have any proof?

"What?"

"Evidence that you are a guest invited by Lord Ohmzolf."

"… and even if it is alleged…"

As we talked about. Just yesterday, I just ran an operation with many soldiers. Being asked for such confirmation here was in itself just unexpected.

(... Speaking of...)

So the girl knight remembered the other day about a fold he went to the dining room to get drinking water. It also returned a surprise reaction when the defector asked the soldier he met about his path.

"... Ah. So how about this?"

Belgrette, however, reminded herself of a piece of paper and tried to take it out.

"Huh? This is...!

A soldier staring at the paper strips his eyes in surprise. It was an autographed Ohmzolf reference, received for free use of restaurants and museums.

"The handwriting, the verdict... sure, it belongs to Master Ohmzolf! No, I'm sorry about this!

Flipping from a questionable attitude, the soldier apologized so with a pleasant smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I heard that Master Ohmzolf called the guests, but I didn't even know who they were. All sorts of bounty hunters are coming to town now anyway. Hmm, I didn't know you were such a beautiful lady."

"Oh, I'm afraid..."

"Three helpers? No. Was it the four of us?

"No, we will all be five"

"Was that right? I heard there was a big catch in Eubasullah yesterday. General Bendism was in command?

"Ah, yes. Yeah."

"Are we talking about Martina Snow showing up and eventually getting away with it? She said she had no choice... couldn't the Snow Storm White Knights" Grachella Duera "come?

"Uh..."

It was unexpected after unexpected.

She came here to purchase information, but on the contrary, she has been asked this. Apparently, not all soldiers share information in detail.

"... oh, I'm sorry you just talked to me. So, what was it?

"Oh, uh... I was hoping I could talk to you about something about that one..."

"Hmm. I'm not too familiar with it."

Finally getting to the point, it was still hopeless.

"Does anyone seem familiar with it?

"Mm-hmm. My people are just paying for it now. Hola, because today is the day of the Holy Ceremony" Palezza ". I don't think I'm going to hear a big story where I was."

"Really... Uh... just in case, I need some information."

I've heard a lot from him from there, but he didn't seem to get any useful clues, as he put it. Rather, Belgrette is still more familiar with the circumstances, and so on.

"No, I'm sorry you didn't meet your expectations. Well, we're pretty much out of mosquito nets on this one. That's Hola, the faction's -, all the time."

Soon he looked hazy, rinsing the contents of the cup to deceive.

"No, it's nothing. It wasn't about the customers."

……

The look of it was a little hooked Bergrette, but it's been a while since I've spoken in. It will be time to rent some free space and head to the museum.

In the end, the barracks would be left behind without a harvest-like harvest.

Immediately nearby, Lifeguard discovered a shop that looked like a mass cafeteria and dived the door as he held down his empty stomach.

"Whoa."

The interior is strewn with counters, the inside of which serves as a cooking area. It was a familiar and cluttered atmosphere reminiscent of a Japanese beef bowl shop.

A seemingly awkward man, such as a skilled cook, shouted a giant pot of cancer over a dancing fire.

"There you are, alone!?

"Ugh, I'll do it alone"

"Yes, sit where you're appropriately vacant!

The store was moderately busy as we met a little after noon. Looks like the majority of the travelers are dressed up. Big acoustics of stir-frying things that punch your ears. A fragrant smell that drifts.

(Yeah, this is it, this is it. This air. Sounds good ~)

As a boy who grew up in a common household in modern Japan, these common air still suit his skin better.

(Sounds clammy to me, doesn't it?

I started walking in an upbeat mood to sit in an empty seat,

"Hmm?"

"Hmm?"

I got eyes on the person sitting on the counter.

An evil-looking little man who grew an inebriated beard. He is in a rounded shape, seemingly middle-aged, but leaves a little young on his face. Rarely in this other world, its back length is lower than that of drift protection.

quicker than a driftshield would raise his voice to such a familiar figure,

"Li, Lugo's brother......!?

It was the other guy who called me with a face full of surprises.

"Uh... Gadgad, right?

It also follows the flow protection.

"Oh, yeah! Lugo's brother saved my life, Gadgad Keras! Long time no see!

Last summer, the heavenly banquet was held at the refe. I knew him from how he was in the midst of that struggle, and he was one of the participants.

"Wow, I can't believe I'm seeing you here! Is this one of Lactana's favorites too? Hey! How are you, Lugo's brother?

"Oh...... yeah, well"

"How did you do it since then!? What brings you to Badalnoise? Alone!? Isn't Mr. Belgrette with you?!?

A man sitting next to him slaps Pokali on the round head of an exciting Gadgad.

"You can't go around the store, Gadgad. Quiet."

"Shh, sorry, brother."

"Damn, you gotta be a little more careful. Oops... that's odd."

The man, who turned the second half of his words toward drifting shelter, has raised one hand as he slackened cigarette smoke. Skinny, bearded surface, age thirty. Impressive figures like there.

"Oh, Larutz...? Looking good, above all."

"Each other."

This was Larutz Buffet, Gadgado's brother's share.

They were acquainted with each other at the Heavenly Bombardment Festival and then even had an exchange at the hospital where they were to be hospitalized for a while, but they took advantage of Larutz's discharge. Since then, it will be the first reunion in about six months.

The two of them say they used to get themselves into a bandit run for every kill, but now they're completely footwashing and wandering around the place as mercenaries and adventurers.

I also hear that participating in the Heavenly Bombardment Feast was simply aimed at a thousand gold grabs.

I thought we might never see each other again. It was an exodus, but on the other hand, I can say that it wasn't strange to meet their professional pattern, this way batshit.

"No, I'm glad! Why don't you sit down, Lugo's brother? Here you go!

"Ha... Don't hesitate."

I sat down next to Gadgad, who pulled the chair for me, and first ordered a large selection of menus recommended by the store owner.

Larutz, with a jock with amber liquid in one hand, asks over Gadgad.

"You, you were talking about Raindeer guerrillas. Why are you in Badalnois? Is that some kind of assignment?

"No, just a personal errand..."

"Yeah. I'm coming to Badalnoise in the winter by virtue of it. Oh, that's so sweet."

"... oh well there's a lot going on. Why are those two in Badalnoise?

It wasn't Larutz who answered that question, it was his cousin's boy who leaked a perfectly creepy laugh.

"It's settled. Aren't you, Lugo's brother? It's good to know we're where the smell of gold is."

"You don't mean to be prestigious..."

Gadgad took it out of his nostalgia, not even for his brother's scratch. And let it spread to the van and counter with those short hands and fingers. And the driftshield that did the eye,

"..., oh"

I was wholeheartedly convinced that that was the case.

Why they came to Badalnoise in the winter.

That's a single arrangement. Described is a broken bounty and a sketch of a girl I know.

"Look, Lugo's brother I! This amount! Let's go to Yangtian!?

"Well, yeah......"

Lifeguard herself, the first time she saw it, she peeled off her eyes. I know exactly how that feels. Although the direction of surprise is different from that of Gadgad.

"Hold on, this Lenore is my daughter, what did she serve with such a grown-up face? Shit, you don't look strong anyway, and I'm gonna win this one. I don't care about life or death, so thank you for not having to hang on to me. I don't even know how old I am. It's easy for me to feel bad about killing my daughter. Even so, fifteen million... If that's all I have, I can buy an array, I can eat meat flutter, and maybe even a woman will stop by... hehe, hehe"

Gadgad works for dermatology while spreading his dreams. In contrast to him like that,

"... Lugo? What's the matter with you?

Larutz frowned when he noticed the boy's subtle face, which should also be a skilled observational eye.

"... no, actually..."

We should talk about it, I decided.

Exactly longer, but I had to explain to both of them how it had been so far.

That this Lenore is a student of the College of Midir, a friend of himself or Belgrette, and a former court chanter (Mage) of Badalnois. What we have even done here in Badalnoise to find out that Lenore is being arranged and to somehow round up the noise. Working with Sabel and Julie, and with the help of Ohmzolf and the soldiers, it was finally possible to meet Lenore face to face yesterday, but suddenly he was held back and fled by Mertina, who had been intruding......

We talked about it fairly quickly for a moment, but in the meantime the food has arrived, we have started eating, and we have gone as far as entering the third cup without even a large amount of it.

"... hey, my God... I can't believe this little girl knew Lugo's brothers..."

"Hmm. Is that why you're telling us not to go after Lenore...?

In response to Larutz's tried-to-ask,

"No. In the first place, I don't think it's possible to catch"

Lifeguard affirmed without one or two.

"Chip, let me get this straight.... but in fact, I guess you're right. In addition to the many soldiers, that Sabel and Julie, even you, wouldn't be a very good match for us. That's more than a rumor, Martina Snow."

As far as Lenore's physical condition is concerned, he believes that he is extremely safe at present. Because that Mertina just kicks me with a single armor sleeve, such as a half-breed opponent.

(Something's wrong with the conversation. A bounty was placed on Lenore for taking Mertina, and when he tried to catch that Lenore, Mertina came out to interfere..., what the hell, those two are)

"I imagined it," said Larutz, sputtering cigarette smoke, scratching Bossa's head.

"I thought the sweepstakes would be too big for every little girl like this. I was hoping there would be some strange ura, but was that the situation?"

"Duh, what do you mean, Larutz's brother?"

"You idiot. Easy for me to tell you, I mean, I'm gonna have to give up 15 million. It's not in our hands."

"Damn it!... but when this Lenore is my daughter's brother in Lugo, which way do I have to give up..."

Gadgad gets visibly shunned, and I'm a little sorry though he can't give up his drift protection either.

"No, I'm sorry you missed the water for something uplifting..."

"No, no, don't worry about it, Lugo's brother y! I can't afford this kind of money!

Gadgad the Bad Person, but his instrumentality was origami.

"Even farts. That's right, I can't believe $15 million!... fifteen million, I can't believe..."

At last, the commoner appearance was also origami. I can't hate you as a shield.

"Well, those two little girls are running away from the country."

On the other hand, Larutz, who seems to have been admiring the suspicious case from the beginning, asks as he tinkles with the liquor without looking discouraged.

"Oh, that's..."

worried about where it came from.

"I don't know... Lenore and Martina may be going to be together..."

"... they're women, aren't they?

"Oh, no, not in a weird way. I don't know..."

"Is that what it means to be together or does it mean to be religious? The Badalnoise people are cure-renaissance fanatics. I don't know what you're like, but I'm not surprised you did something noble."

"No, one way or the other - that's a physical connotation. First, a criminal organization like Orchester? I want to see..."

It was the moment I came up with that name.

The windy Larutz, who was listening instead of a pinch of booze, still opens his eyes and stiffens. After plenty of seconds, he put the jock in his hand on a fearful desk.

"... What did you just say?

The eyes that you look at quietly are not those of a drunk. A sharp glance, unimaginable from the usual oblique and floating Larutz.

Gadgad next door also has eyes like he saw something unexpected.

"Orchester... you got it, didn't you?

At the mouth of Larutz, he also slowly perceives the drift protection.

"... you, could you possibly know!?

"It's this line...!

Larutz glanced over at the neighborhood like a jerk, lurking his voice as he rounded his back.

"Lugo... are you kidding me?"

"No, there's nothing I can rub. I've never actually seen a member."

I talked about Lenore being a part of it, but I didn't want to admit it, so I ruled it out. Even for Orchester itself, I've only heard the name a few times before. As for drift protection, so far, I don't even feel any sign of those suspicious organizations being leaping in the back.

"Are you familiar with them, Tsugaru Lutz?

When asked, he waved his wear with a noticed face.

"... you know me and Gadgad are former bandits.... so... it was they who caused them to leave the regiment they were in at the time. It's Orchester."

It was my first ear.

Most recently, as he told us, I've only heard about the background of the two of them to the extent of 'former bandits, now wash their feet and shop for anything'.

"You can't forget if you want to... I still think I saw something I shouldn't have seen. That 's--"

Larutz's voice and lips, which he began to talk about, were obsessed with the obvious fear.