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

"Ah! You don't think he...?!

As you can see from their reaction, Hefner was equally stunned. But the decision was still too quick, and Bergrette opened her mouth.

"No, I'm not directly suspicious of Mr. Goltel. However, there was a passage that occurred to me that he had been used by someone without even realizing it… intentionally induced him to move."

"I see... is that so?"

Anyway, it's convenient.

We were going to gather information about Goltel, but if Hefner knew, he would save us the trouble of sniffing around with his feet.

The goblin asks questions to avoid missing the descending plane.

"Do you get along with that guy, Mr. Goltel?

"Um... I said synchronization, but in fact, I've barely talked about it. You are also away from your place of work. I hear he was assigned to this imperial district when he became a regular soldier. Speaking of which... I haven't been to the Imperial Capital in a long time, but I haven't seen my face yet. Well, even if we meet, we'll be respectful to each other."

It is a palace and castle town that is as large as Raindeer. There are also many soldiers. It wouldn't be strange if we didn't meet.

"I see... Is synchronization similar to Hefner's?"

"That's right. You're three years older than me... no, two more? I think it was."

It is obscure, even less intimate.

"What do you think of that guy? As a chanter" Mage, "this is how it works."

"Hmm... it was neither possible nor impossible, it was average. It feels like it's in the middle of a trainee. I remember it very well because it was close to me."

"I see...."

As far as I can hear, it would be an impression of a very ordinary soldier.

"I am from a district in the corner of the Imperial Capital, and I hear he is the eldest son of a very common civilian house. I don't think it fits very well with the conditions that Bergrette mentioned earlier...."

(That means...)

At the very least, Sen, for whom Goltel is an executor, thins out even more.

Somehow, these enemies are killing Sabel and Edwin.

(Especially if I could get Sabel that far... it would be a pretty good speculator [Mage].)

For example, if you surprise a soldier by pretending to be friendly, you may be able to unilaterally inflict fatal injuries.

But if that's all, this "killer" is disappearing from the burning exhibition room.

It's not just a fire. The purple flame that Sabel would have fired at the target - "Burning Everything" and "Perfect Control" - is a technique that is sneaking away. Even so, I was able to appreciate his skill as the opponent's chanter, Mage.

"Gamiha stands out and excels in our time. Ah, you're both face-to-face at the Eubasullah the other day. Remember?

"Ah, you must be Hefner's childhood friend. You want to get good grades?"

"Yes, he seems to be a light guy... but he seemed to be chairman."

"The chairman... is that the top? Wow, that's amazing."

Gamiha Breston.

It was certainly a surprise to me that I was not serious, that I could see only the lightness of the soldiers from my words and deeds, that I despised Orchester, and that I was trying to take Bergrette and Julie for granted.

"Oh, he has a hot spot and strong local love.... When I became a regular soldier, I volunteered and went under General Bendism. I've been longing for him since I was a kid."

"Hah, that's right....."

I can tell from Hefner's story. You must be proud of your childhood friend.

"Speaking of General Bendism, he was a tactician and soldier who was also active in the Ice Spirit Hunt. It is absolutely indispensable when it comes to the battle of Badalnois. It may not be as gorgeous as Master Svorne or Lord Mertina, but that's why people like us admire it... it seems familiar and intimate."

"Ha, ha. I see....."

I'm a little off track.

(I'm sorry to say this to Hefner, but how did you fix the trajectory...)

I began to think of it as a godsend.

"Oh, yeah. Mr. Goltel must have been assigned to General Bendism."

…………

Bergrette, who had been listening silently along the way, put her finger on the chin.

"If you were General Bendism, you would know a lot about Mr. Goltel. I'm one of your own."

"... may I ask you a little more about General Bendism?

The knight of the girl asked quietly.

"Eh? Yeah, that's fine. Well, as I've just said... bravery, honesty, steadfastness... that's a good word for it, a man who went from a general soldier to an authentic soldier. It's like an indispensable backside for Badalnois…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………"

Hefner started explaining proudly for a while, but noticed Bergrette's intentions or gradually interrupted his words.

"Wait... that's impossible. That's impossible, that's not true...."

The young soldier's face, which shook his voice, was now pale.

"Look, that's all...! No one thinks more of Badarnois than General Bendism. You're definitely impossible to carry on an organization you don't know why....!

"Well, please calm down, Mr. Hefner. I'm not talking about General Bendism saying yes."

"Yes, that may be so... but...!

If he were a Badalnois soldier, it would be an unacceptable suspicion against the general.

"... if General Bendism were to say 'yes', one of the other things with Lenore would seem puzzling."

Bergrette cuts out the wobbly heffnell to calm it down.

"What?"

"General Bendism, Lenore, and Meltina. If these three were Orchesters, the capture play itself would have been a farce. Just pretending to catch each other, pretending to be chased... As far as I'm concerned, I don't see the point of doing such a thing there."

Perhaps the Guardians were securing Lenore. If you make it an Orchester, you don't seem to have any reason to play "farce" until you take such a risk. In the first place, who do you want to show that "farce" to?

Besides,

(I don't think Lenore's reaction... was an act...)

A wrench in front of General Bendism. Give up when surrounded by many soldiers and street guards. And the moment Mertina showed up for help, she was stunned.

There was no false atmosphere in the faces of the snowstorm girls who were always poker faces at Middle College. I don't think I'm good at such repairs.

"Yes, that's right! General Bendism is not the only one."

Hefner smiles back, but I can't say for sure. For example, because of the "farce", the general is thus out of suspicion. That might be the goal.

Regardless, at the moment, everything is inferred after guesswork, and suspicion after suspicion. Now we need solid information to get closer to the truth.

"... Mr. Hefner, the subject is changing."

I suppose we put the matter of General Bendism on hold for now. The Knight of the Girl cut out his gaze in the direction of the lobby far from here.

"Who were the soldiers who accompanied Mr. Migacintea earlier?

"Hmm! What do these people mean...?

The white knight we just encountered in the hallway, followed by the three soldiers. The latter outfit was exactly the same as Hefner, in silver armor. As you can see, nothing but regular soldiers.

However, the instant confusion that was glimpsed at the questioned Hefner shows the sharpness of Bergrette's point.

"Hefner... was very surprised to learn that 'we are being targeted by Orchester'."

"Yes, of course. It is true that everyone I personally know... first of all, you are the guests who were personally invited by the Omzolf priest. If those people were attacked by infidels....."

You will also receive insults and rebellions against the Badarnois leader - the king. If you're a soldier, you can be seen as angry and deserving.

"But... the soldiers who accompanied Mr. Migasinthia didn't even act like they were moving when they heard the fact on the spot.... no, before that, it's like we're not even in sight..."

"That's...."

Hefner clouds his face like he's been stabbed in a painful place.

"... 'They' are the Whites."

"Do you want to flake it?

When I first heard the word, I frowned on Bergrette as well as Izushi.

"Oh, it's not an official name. It's like a common name that nobody calls it...."

Hefner dropped his gaze on the empty dishes while continuing to think somewhere.

"... I'm embarrassed... the current Badalnois army is not in a complimentary state. Specifically, they are divided into three factions."

Here's what he said.

One is a faction directly under Omzolf. It is composed of supporters of the current king, mainly former monks from the Cuarenee Goddess Church.

The other is the soldiers who follow the Snowstorm White Knights Gracela Duela. Along with Svorne and the others, all the skilled warriors who survived the "Ice Spirit Hunt" and civil unrest gathered and became known as the Whites.

And finally, those who don't belong to either of them. Can we call it neutral? He is a general soldier in his rightful standing position.

"That's why the Whites were with Migasinthia earlier..."

"Yes, I'm sure they've already heard about you from Migastine."

"What's so different? This White Army?"

"That's right... I told you earlier that Gamiha was the president during the synchronization... but in practice, it's not far from the Whites. Somehow, they are real warriors who have survived the chaos of the past. I have heard that many have become soldiers in battlefield activities without formal procedures or training. We who became soldiers from trainees in times of peace are a distinctive presence. The numbers are small, but they can be called the warrior elite."

The total number is about fifty. Incidentally, the White Cavalry, because of the many dead lines, "Snowstorm White Cavalry" Glasella Duela "is like a comrade of war, and because of the turmoil that started immigration problems, they tend to hate other people.

Maybe it's one of the reasons you didn't even give us your eyes.

Initially, the people of Badalnois heard that people outside their own country were cold, but I see that they are exactly like a sample 'it'.

Now, little by little, it seemed to reveal the inside of this country.

"... are these factions clearly against each other?

In response to Bergrette's slightly reluctant question, Hefner managed to shake his neck sideways.

"No, it's not an open conflict. However, it seems that if something is done, it is often divided into groups, and it is difficult to say that we can also share information with each other. Honestly, there's something like a wall. I can't say that it's complimentary... and the ventilation of the organization is bad... Many of my people don't seem to know that you've been invited by the Oomzolf priest."

"... that's right."

Bergrette's expression, which made her feel happy for a moment, silenced herself.

"Oh, no, hefnell, what's an omezolf priest?

The air in the field was getting dark, so I asked him a bit of a joke, but the young soldier shook his head sideways with a weak smile.

"No, I'm just a soldier, so I don't belong to either.... not to mention the fact that we all have to work together for Badalnois... as sad as it sounds."

"Oh, yeah... I see... I'm sorry."

He was an unfortunate boy who tried to tear up after seeing a serious face of a young soldier worried about the current situation in his country.

"Mr. Hefner. Is the relationship between Omzolf and the Snowstorm White Knights Glasella Duela... good?

Also quietly, barely, the question of the knight of the girl being plugged in.

Clearly stiff Hefner rushed around his neck, exhaling a sigh of relief at the absence of anyone.

"... as you can imagine, this is... not very good. Snowstorm White Knights Gracela Duela is an institution organized to avoid repeating the mistakes of the former king. However, if there is something that is not satisfactory rather than welcoming the king, I sometimes raise an objection and discuss it. In this way, we will look at each other objectively without compromise, support each other, and guide the country together. By their very nature, they are the only ones allowed to express their opinions to the king. In a way, you might say that you have equal power with the king."

"... is it equal to the king?"

That's what I heard, and there was something in the guardianship that matched.

(I see.... Their fucking great attitude is because they're in that position)

The arrogant behavior of the Svorns, who can even express that they have come to Middle College - they have stepped in.

"Of course, you don't really have the same authority as a king. The role of the Snowstorm White Knights Glasella Duela is only to assist you, so they are not the only ones who decide anything. I'm sure he has a lot of influence... but... Mr. Lugo?

Was there anything to be guessed from the silent appearance of the guardian?

"... Mr. Lugo, is there something wrong with... the Snowstorm White Knights Glasella Duela?

"Hmm? Oh, no, it's not like that..."

Instead of something happening, I'm thinking of making the captain incapable of resurrecting at dawn when everything is cleared up, but there's nothing I can do about it even if I zero in on Hefner for personal reasons and circumstances. I was going to cloud the tea properly.

"... the Snowstorm White Knights Gracela Duela... especially Svorne, is certainly a tough, difficult, and terrifying person... but he's never a bad person."

"... hey, eh?

Unexpectedly, a strange voice came out.

"No, on the contrary, you're like a chunk of discipline. I think he's a wonderful man to be a knight."

Discipline? Model? Isn't it wonderful?

When I entered Middle College and vandalized Lenore's room as much as I liked, and even tried to get Mia into my hands, such an assessment was impossible.

Hefner's words continued even as the guardian who refused, while not speaking out, remained silent.

"Svorne is tough on herself and others anyway.... and it was the same for the Omzolf priest."

Omzolf was pulled out of the Cuarenee Divine Order and laid down by his leader. Naturally, I was also unfamiliar with Zheng's "Festivals", and there were failures at first. In contrast, Svorne sought perfection, and the two sometimes collided.

Even now, it seems that the "innovator" Omzolf, who struggles to improve the old system and system, and the "conservative" Svoorn, who denies imitation that does not suit his height, may break.

"For example... as an unprecedented attempt, the Oomzolf priest holds regular opinion sessions. This is the occasion to invite the people to the royal palace, face to face and listen to their stories and requests... Svorne has consistently opposed them from the beginning. It is dangerous for a king to speak directly to his people."

If only the people were trying to hurt Omzolf by letting him hold the murder weapon in his pocket. It seems that there are such concerns. Of course, security and pre-baggage inspections seem to be in place.

Originally from a middle-class family rather than a royal family, Omzolf is thus relatively close to the people. Meanwhile, Svorns, a natural upstream nobleman, frowned on her defenselessness. Such a diagram.

"I don't always disagree with you two. We have worked together on many occasions and have achieved great results. However, perhaps... Svorne thinks that he is still immature as a politician, and the Oomzolph priest is in a situation where Svorne doesn't want to admit himself forever..."

…………

So it was Omzolf's words at the previous meeting that came back to life in the brain of the Guardian.

"There are a lot of things to do... but none of them is easy. Every day since I assumed the role of King's deputy, I've been biting my own power shortage."

In the weak heart where the "Virgin of Truth" was zero.

(I see, that line that also includes such relationships... That's right.)

Svorne is known for his harshness, but if that was true even of Badalnois's current leader, what about Lenore, who is his mistaken sister? It's easy to imagine.

Instead of perfection, if you fell into being chased as a sinner, it's only natural that you should take the initiative to soothe the shame of the Groswitz family.

"... I understand the situation. Thank you for telling us more."

When Bergrette carefully lowered her head,

"No. Um... now, may I ask you a question?"

Hefner asked like that.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Well... maybe you two are being targeted by someone in this palace right now. Is it okay to stay here like this...?

He hides his voice and looks around in fear.

The out-of-hour cafeteria has good visibility, and there is an atmosphere that is not strange even if someone is looking at us from the shade.

"That's right... As far as I am concerned, there is no danger, but there is no certainty. For example, even if this tea was poisoned sometime, it might not be surprising."

In a cup wrapped in her own hands... she murmurs as she drops her gaze on the leftover tea.

Incidentally, the goblet cup was empty a long time ago.

"Bee, Mr. Belleko? I drank everything."

"Fufu, I'm kidding. As I said before, poison is unlikely to be used in Badalnois. Doctrinally, definitely."

As proof of the words, Bergrette brings tea to her mouth completely unaware.

"Whoa, wait. They're after you, but there's no danger...? I don't know why. What do you mean?"

I don't know if I could catch up, Hefner was wandering around like he was. Bergrette, on the other hand, develops his reasoning as usual.

"If there were to be an attack inside this palace... the result would be one more suspicion of what would happen to us. Probably in everyone's eyes."

"One doubt... gets stronger...? What is it? What do you mean?

"The suspicion that the enemy may be lurking in the palace is merely speculation at the moment. That turns into almost certainty. It's not" maybe. ""

This icy palace is home to many soldiers, knights, nobles, the Snowstorm White Knight Gracela Duela, and the Queen Omzolf. Bandits invade what could be called the heart of Badalnois, attacking the Queen's guests.

If such an incident occurs, there is doubt that it will hit first.

That is, 'How did the enemy get in?'

"... that's exactly what happened in Raindell we talked about earlier. The Enemy sealed the mouths of fellow soldiers and knights who were trapped in the dungeons in the royal castle. Without anyone seeing it."

That is the world where the power of divine casting "Oracle" exists. Such a separation is definitely not possible...

But there are more realistic and simple answers.

Hearing that earlier, Hefner groaned bitterly.

"One of the knights... the inside man was the 'enemy'..."

Bergrette nods silently.

Instead of thinking that a third party has succeeded by sneaking the eyes of the guards, it is better to assume that someone in your family was the killer.

"... most of the time, I knew about the situation and didn't immediately think it was an inside man's crime.... is it honest that I didn't want to think about it..."

Perhaps Bergrette wasn't the only one. No one should be emotionally suspicious of the insiders.

But now what about this Badalnois?

(The situation is different from when it happened. The country's top priest Ohmzolf is already aware of the existence of informants.....)

In addition, the shadow of Orchester glittered from the beginning. Sabels who were actually attacked. The current situation of soldiers divided into three factions and lacking in cohesion.

Imaginable material interest is available. If there is' something 'in this palace now, it is not strange that anyone suspects an insider immediately.

In other words, the Orchester is at a disadvantage whether he succeeds or fails by attacking the Guardians here in a circumstantial manner. And I don't think they would commit such foolishness if they hadn't looked so suspicious.

Having received that explanation, Hefner swallowed his spit with a stupid face.

"Nh, what are you saying... you've been thinking so much. Yes, but it is! There's no danger in the palace, anyway... outside!? What about the Sabels in the clinic? No, you guys, if you go out...."

"Of course, I can't say it's safe."

"Then how can you be so flat...!

Hefner is on the verge of dying of indignation against Bergrette, who has settled down all over the place. But shortly afterwards he shut up as if he had stopped breathing.

"I thought about it." What if I was an Orchester? "Something you can see by imagining the enemy's thoughts like that -"

Put your fingers on the tip of your chin. The eyes of the Knight Girl dyed in the thin ice "Ice Blue" were as sharp as seeing nothing. Exactly as you hypothesized, it's as if you've really become an 'enemy'.

A terrible concentration and sharpened thoughts. Before the force it created, he breathed not only Hefner, but also the guardian sitting next to him.

"For example, why did Orchester attack 'yesterday'? Assuming there was a reason... why? Was there anything they could have done yesterday that nobody would have cared about? If it was yesterday, was there a convenient circumstance or environment to attack someone?

Soon, it was Hefner who raised his voice.

"No way, Holy Ceremony" Palezza "....!

"Yeah, probably."

A ritual held twice a month to offer prayers to the ice god Cuareness. Since the majority of the people go to the nearest church to participate, the city disappears and becomes idle. If you were looking for an opportunity to attack someone, there's no way you wouldn't use it at this time.

"As a result, they sacrificed themselves. Today yesterday... it's barely cold, and we can expect our goals to be as vigilant as possible... Whether the Orchester, so careful as to hide the Holy Ceremony" Palezza ", will soon set in pursuit....."

"I see....!... no, but... but if Sabel and the others come back to consciousness, I'm sure you'll find out more about yesterday. Of course, the person who attacked. If you make enemies, you want to avoid them....?

Bergrette nodded to Hefner, who argued that he was "from the enemy's point of view."

"Yeah, that's what I thought at first."

First of all...

"This is where Edwin gets caught."

That's what we were discussing at the clinic yesterday.

Edwin lost his life. Of course, it must be a pleasure for us... but I wonder why the enemy didn't stab Edwin. Unlike Sabel, who had to retreat because of the commotion, there should have been ample respite. "

In fact, Edwin was initially in trouble that had nothing to do with Orchester. If you think about the rough temper of that "rabid dog", it's a very likely story.

However, during the previous meeting with Omzolf, it is highly probable that the opponent who was fighting Edwin had the handshot... it is almost certain.

"Does Hefner know about handshots?

"Hand?" What are you talking about?

Bergrette talked about the same question he threw at Omzolf at the previous meeting. In contrast, the Badalnois soldiers returned the same answer as the Virgin. This is the country's perception.

"It is the name of a very powerful weapon manufactured by Orchester. It's so easy to change the power relationship between people until now....."

Hearing the details, Hefner opened his mouth and became stiff with an incredible look.

"The person who attacked Edwin is believed to have possession of it. But... why couldn't the enemy take Edwin while he had so many alternatives?

Yesterday, Julie made several hypotheses about this.

I couldn't afford to puncture you, I was going to hold my breath - etc.

Now that it turns out the enemy had a handshot, Iwasashi thinks there won't be any of these theories.

(For example, if you just stick it, just pull the trigger on the head of the fallen opponent. There's no way I'm gonna hurt you.)

Then another theory comes to light here.

"The enemy... may have deliberately missed Edwin."

Of course, the handshot involves a firing sound. It is possible that the inhabitants' return time was faster than anticipated due to the cancellation of the sacred ceremony "Palezza", and they were wary of being noticed and abandoned the stoppage.

(In the first place, it was Mertina who cut up the sacred ceremony "Palezza". If you miss killing because of that, it will be challenging to connect as an orchester. Then....)

This is also computational. The enemy dared.

"Beg... no, but for what!?

"I don't know yet. I couldn't find a trap like the chanting bomb Oracle Bomb. It's kind of possible."

For example, it is possible that the attacker was actually close to Lenore and pitied Edwin with his courtesy as a college student. Although it is impossible to think about it first, as it leaves a bullet trail in its most scattered form.

"I don't know why the enemy missed Edwin... but as a result, a future for everyone is coming. That is,"

--Eventually, Edwin, who regained consciousness, testifies about the situation.

That way, we'll know what happened and who the enemy was.

"I don't think the enemy is expecting it. But if you dare....."

"... why...? Sealing your mouth is the usual means of thugs...... the attacker... thinks it's okay if he finds out about himself...?

"Yes. Perhaps the perpetrator doesn't know us at least for now. Including that, we may not value the information we get from Edwin's recovered…"

If so, it is unlikely that, at least for the time being, Edwin will be temporarily called again soon. On the other hand, it is highly likely that the target of Sabel tried to secure his capture. But in the end, it also prioritizes retreat.

A sudden raid, the intent of an enemy that seems to be hidden behind it and completely unreadable.

(I tried to kill Sabel, but I honestly don't know why I let Edwin live. This guess itself may be wrong.....)

If you can't grasp it yet. That's why I'm going to look into the tunnel from here.

Once again, it was just after the defense had consolidated such a determination.

"Oh, hefner. What are you doing here at a time like this?"

Several men wearing silver armor passed through the nearby passage and shouted at us.

"Ah... senpai. No, I still had breakfast."

"Ha ha. Around this time? It'll be noon while you're doing that.... nh"

There was a big man like Hefner who walked over here.

"What about you? Are you a customer?

"Ah, yes. Um, the Oomzolf priest called me...."

"Oh, those guys. I'm listening... No, you're still pretty young. Yesterday was a tough day."

He nodded with a mysterious face, and Babylon and Bergrette gently returned to him.

"Oh, that's Hefner. About yesterday, we're going to continue cleaning up the museum. If you're free, help me."

Eh?

Without waiting for the junior's reply, the big man walks away with a big crotch.

"Hey, let's go!

"Hey... you're as tough as ever."

Hefner stood up in a seat as if he was being reluctant.

"Sorry, both of you. I can't leave the museum alone, and I'll go too."

"Yes," whispered the young soldier in a small voice to the nodding guardians.

"... maybe I'll find out something new about yesterday... and I'll keep an eye on something suspicious!

Bergrette tells him that he is motivated.

"... Mr. Hefner. Doubting your enemies' movements could put your life at risk. In this way, we cannot deny that we are together, that we are already being watched and alerted by our enemies. Never impose or go deep....."

"Yes, it's okay. I'm a regular soldier, too.... I just want to be clear... I'm a coward, so I can't even ask you to do it. Ha ha!"

Bergrette looked worried about Hefner's back, which continued in a hurry after the soldiers. The glance from his thin, ice-blue eyes shifts towards the seniors who line up with him.

"... a trivial faction, huh?"

"Belko?

"This is big information. For example, at least in this conversation, I can speculate that Hefner's predecessor would be" neutral "in his faction."

"Huh? Is that all you're talking about...? Why?"

"He said, 'Are you a customer?' and 'You're still pretty young,' at least you didn't know what we looked like."

"Ah... I see. But why is that 'neutral'?

"Lugo, do you remember the night you came to this palace? You two walked around to get drinking water."

"Oh, yeah. I went to the cafeteria, got a lot of them, and I took them home by trolley."

Because they only had liquor in the room they were staying in, they wandered the palace for water.

"In the process, you asked the soldier for directions."

"Ahh....."

Svorne, who ran into each other on the way, asked the soldiers on patrol the way to the cafeteria, and on his way home, the soldiers who were resting in the cafeteria taught him how to get to the room.

"At that time, the soldiers who asked for directions called us' strangers' and 'knowers' respectively."

"Nh... oh, is that what you said?

The first soldier I encountered while I was lost,

"Who are you? Someone's guest?

I remembered that as a godsend, I was stuck in a reply because I thought I would know who they were invited to Omzolf.

And the cafeteria soldiers on their way home,

Yes, I know. These are the guests of the priest Omzolf.

Based on the previous example, I was confused again because I knew the other person.

"Perhaps... I think this difference in information is still connected to my faction."

According to Hefner, information-sharing among soldiers is not very functional and the ventilation is poor today.

"That's what Hefner said earlier." Many of my people don't seem to know that you were invited by the Omzolf priest. "

"... I don't know, 'inside my people'? That Hefner himself is going to be" neutral. "

In other words, it is the Omzoruffians who know the Guardians, and the other factions who do not share much information.

"The Whites are a small group, and I don't normally interact with Mr. Heffnell when I think about what he's saying... rather, I get the impression that he's a little far away. On the other hand, it seemed like there was no hesitation in dealing with that senpai...."

"Hmm... so that's why the person just now is' neutral 'with the erasure method."

"Nh. But that might have convinced me about yesterday's barracks."

"Yesterday's barracks...? The one Belle went alone after dinner? Something wrong?

"Ah, yeah. At first, I had the same reaction as when I went to the cafeteria to get water. I was just working with General Bendism, but the barracks didn't seem to know about us."

"Hmm... Is it that bad ventilation...?"

I feel like I'm entering a level of negligence rather than sharing information anymore.

First of all, it's due to my lack of power. If I had the decisive power to lead them all..... "

It reminds me of the tired Virgin's face.

(... a resolute force. Omzolf worshipper, it seems kind and beautiful, but on the contrary, I wonder if it's not strong enough...)

Afterwards, King Ardia's talk came up, and his expression looked like he was looking at something far away... It's as if you're in a hurry to reach something that you envy...

"Anyway, I hope this knowledge helps solve the problem....."

While saying so in words, the Knight Girl sighs small and depressing. Drop your gaze on the empty cup.

"... Belko? Something wrong?"

"Yeah... I thought I was doing something really nasty."

"You don't like it?

"Suspicion of the people of Badalnois from one end… I don't know if they're enemies, maybe they're not. Be brave and act like you're sorting people."

She was a knight of a girl who seemed to have proceeded so calmly, but Bergrette was still Bergrette. I think the root is gentle without a bottom.

I wonder what it is, me.

"Belko....."

This is a situation where your best friend is suspected and you can't see a bright future. Sometimes this is how weakness flickers.

"... but we're the only ones... especially Belle."

"Eh...."

"After all, it would be a terrible thing to suspect someone in Badalnois. This is a job that can only be said more or done by a smart Bell boy, unless we're objectively outnumbered. I look at everything equally and find someone suspicious."

Otherwise, everything will be as Orchester thought.

"I don't know if I'm a brain worker, but I'll work with you... and there's Julie. It may be hard, but let's keep it up."

"... nh, thank you, Lugo.... yes, you can't throw up a weak voice. I have to do my best...."

Oh.

A girl knight smiled as if she had regained consciousness, holding her pace and putting her fingers on her chin tip.

It's a familiar technique when thinking about things.

(Anyway, how sharp is Belle's guy...?)

As soon as I heard the faction's story, I guessed from a little conversation that someone else in red belonged to it.

(Somewhat finished)

I was an intelligent and smart knight from the beginning, but I feel more polished than here.

But that must have been past experience, too. Being Bergrette wasn't always perfect from the beginning.

As I told Hefner, in the case of Detlev, I could not doubt the man who was known for his time and became "Silver Vallios".

In Mia's case, the idea of helping people living in the Grimcrows... even if they bought it didn't come to mind because they were obsessed with common sense as nobles.

In King's Land Terrorism, the shadow of Opto, who was already dead, is actually shaken by regret that he has been left empty all along.

However, these bitter thoughts and experiences grew Bergrette.

Per assumption, common sense, land pattern, and even religious reasons. What is rooted in such a world - the "premise" that no one believes and doubts from the outset - is becoming able to have an over-the-air view of everything.

Perhaps the world of planet Earth... her lost experience in a country called Japan has also had a huge impact on her.

I have been exposed to an unknown culture that I have never seen or heard of, and my understanding and insights have spread. A world where absolute faith in God is common sense - something that cannot be gained simply by living in Grimclaws.

If you think of her brain, which was superior to her, it may not be an exaggeration to express that she has now been freed from Kubiki.

"No, I'm counting on you. Miss Belko."

"... hmm? Did you say something?

"Oh, no, Belleko-san, it's really awesome."

"Ugh, what is that?"

Despite the compliments of the unclear guardian, Bergrette soothed herself with a deep breath, sinking deeply into the vortex of thought.

To see everything in an aerial view without separation and to eject the truth.

(Be cooler... think more)

The cold air characteristic of the north is also influenced, or it gradually clears up in your head. Your thoughts are spreading.

(... more, more... what's wrong with someone's words? Was there anything strange about someone's behavior...?

To uncover everything, I dig up my own memories...

――――

The depths of memory. The black fog that spreads over that area divides the mind.

... there he is.

I was there all the time.

Hey, what do you think of "you"? The information is gathering up little by little.

Hmm... I'm sure the Faction is the key. When do you want to remember something?

That's right... there was something about Eubasullah the other day that got a little hooked up.

Hey, I'll find it. Anyway, get rid of it and go home.

I'm sick of it.... but that's right.

While divided, the conclusion is unanimous.

Yes, it is.

Let's get this over with. Let this end.

I have to go home.

Um...

Contradictions.

I'll see.

Kill

Neither Arikaizu nor Bergrette herself was aware that she was walking with her next door facing forward.

The Knight of the Girl who thinks. The beautiful eyes with the thin ice color "Ice Blue" are mixed with a dirty black color.