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

"...... P...... L! What have you done...!

What? I was just playing.

"Look, you're not normal! You,... what the fuck! Care more about the others..."

Careful, what?

Because it's not normal, what?

Can't I just hang out with my friends?

Am I...?

If so.

Well, then...

"... I"

"What? Anyway, hurry up..."

"I don't need friends"

Someone. Be my friend, please.

Cloudy skies that last everywhere.

Does the daytime god Inverenus twist in a sheet called a cloud and even take a nap? There is no sign of him showing up. It looks like Wetelivia, the god of water, is going to make it rain instead.

Even under such a painful sky, the streets of Raindeer, the king's capital, which I haven't visited in a long time, were as busy as before.

Walk the sidewalk with high shoe sounds, not even through them by accident.

The men on the road turn a worthy eye to Girosilo.

Is it because of the long blonde hair that wraps around the faint waves, or because of the creation of a face that I think is even neat, or because of the more exposed clothes that expose the undulating limbs, or all of it?

I'm angry at that gaze at the bottom of my heart - it doesn't mean either.

I used to think that, but the intrigue is far inferior to my own. I don't care if the featherworms bother me, but if I care anyway, I don't have the chili.

Unless you're trying to get your hands on me, I'm going to miss it.

So, two girls walking from across the street got into view. Brilliant figure, elegant language. It was definitely noble.

- Obviously, the type who can't do anything himself.

"Yeah, I got an invitation to the museum."

"Really? I wonder if that's ever happened... ever!

One of the girls who was walking around with a glimpse of bickering came across a lot of momentum.

"Ouch..., hey, you be careful!

To protest as expected, turn your gaze to Giroli. Because one head is taller than the other, it took the form of looking down naturally.

"Become, what are your eyes! Who do you think I am?

"Oh, wait! This one...!

Apparently, he noticed. The other girl turns bright blue and suppresses the girl she eats. Whisper - definitely this one's name - how much it's moving or something with meaningless ear punching.

Then as soon as I did, the girl I was so worried about stifled my face.

"Michir College's... Huh!? I'm sorry..."

That change in attitude is so funny that I stretch my fingers all the way around the girl's neck.

"Hih, yuh, forgiveness..."

"- No. Wow... I didn't avoid it. This one's bad, too. I'm sorry."

With stretched nails - stroking the girl's thin neck and letting her smile emphasizing the 'deliberately' part - the two girls escaped exactly as a detachment.

That's noble boxed ladies. Amazingly slow feet. Even the same lady is very different from the knight's lineage. So much so that I wonder if you're deliberately doing it or inviting me. I'm so smiling that I'm desperate to escape, I think I know what it's like to be a tiger chasing a rabbit.

"Ooh? Isn't that Opto? How you doin '?

So to her abruptly called voice, she - Opto looked back.

There is only one person on my mind, such as a person who speaks to me.

As you can imagine, Opt groaned with a potpourri when you saw that white jacket winking at his intimacy.

"… sir"

"Nhoof, it's been a while. Shopping?"

He smiles at me shaking his cluttered blonde hair.

Dean of the Nastadio Sigris School. At first, he is the head of the Midir College and the same 'penta' as himself. He's a competent person, so just give him a glimpse of the Dean of the Academy as an option... and he's not here.

"We met because of you, and how about that? Why don't you join us for lunch?

"... I don't mind"

Opto sighed lightly, but agreed, and the two walked out.

Opt for 'Penta', 'Source' Integre ', the third place in Midir College.

As for treatment, I was an orphan, so I don't have a last name. I remember exactly what happened, but I threw that away.

The parents, who were young couples of transient thought, who were not even married, were not as financially or worthwhile as they could feed the birth option.

At first they seemed to manage to live, but lightly in distress, they dumped their daughter in front of the orphanage like a dog or cat less than two months after she was born.

'Opto' means' hope 'in ancient Rastalid. The girl who later learned the meaning of what the fools who made her pregnant by mistake gave her the name she wore when she found out about it laughed.

Three years have passed since I was placed in an orphanage.

Normally, if you are three years old, you will be able to faintly express the phenomenon to which your attributes belong.

If it's a flame attribute, faint heat. Cold air if ice attribute. If it's a wind attribute, it's a breeze - for example.

When it came to the opt, I could not express anything. No matter how much you concentrate, you don't get hot air or cold air.

As a result of the examination, it is discovered that it is' Penta '.

Prarna, a soul and heart force close to inexhaustible, characteristic of 'Penta'. The girl was equipped with this.

Take the test. Please note that the details of the optional attributes and procedures remain unknown. But it turned out to be only a rare transcendent.

Well, where did you hear that from?

My parents came to pick up Opt like they gave me my palm back.

That won't be impossible either. If you try to be a parent, such as your own child being a 'penta', you will be a proud Tane with no more. Sooner or later, a huge sum of money is equal to what has been promised. It's like winning big gambling.

Ironically, the girl became exactly what she deserved under the name 'Opt for Hope'.

He was a parent who insisted on "returning the opt," but the orphanage side also stuck "don't say anything unsolicited". In the first place, there is no proof that these parents are real.

Ugly pull occurs here.

Even on the orphanage side, I'm not going to let go of the missouri 'penta'. If it can be properly nurtured and used as a human resource to contribute to the country, it will also improve the reputation of orphanages.

It was an orphanage that conceded to the self-proclaimed parents' too persistence: "I'll pay you big bucks, so give it up," but they won't either.

For the record, fifth place Leafia Windfall said she was neglected by her parents because, in the exact opposite case, she resides in mighty power as a 'penta'. Parents are happy to hand over Leafia in consideration for the state paying a lot of money.

Anyway, the orphanage and the parents went on for four years with the ugly outline.

One winter day. In a cold, dim alley.

A father (a man named) forcefully took Opt away in a manner almost close to abduction. If you try being a girl, you're a man who doesn't even know if he's a real parent. I also didn't like leaving the orphanage I was used to living in. He resisted and was beaten up the other way around.

I guess that was genius. The emotion Opt felt at this time was not fear - anger. Nevertheless, a girl can't put out flames or ice. It should be noted that at the age of seven, the attributes and details of the opt remained unknown.

It's just that I hate the man who beat me up and stared at him so hard...

At that moment, the man collapsed like a thread had been cut.

He was dead.

Even the young girl was understandably dismayed, and the man was dead. For some reason, like the mummy Mummy, it became crusty.

You noticed something strange, and a woman who named her mother rushed there.

Compared to a fallen man and a girl standing beside him, the woman scattered a pointless curse...

If you noticed, the body was in two.

I was beaten up and worn out, and I had a terribly gusty piece of meat - no, two wrecks so decayed that I didn't know if I could describe it as a piece of meat.

He was beaten up scatterly and should be complaining about pain all over his body, but for some reason it was comforting. Vitality from the depths of the body - the feeling of the soul heart "Prarna" overflowing.

I finally recognized it here. I am a chosen being. He said he was transcendent.

The young opt recognized his power this way.

"The ability to kill people just by staring".

Seven years old at the time. Opto, who also looked adorable at a young age, had been attacked several times by men with pedophile preferences.

Every time a girl sensibly understood how to use her powers, she killed her just staring.

Eventually a number of dead bodies will be discovered that have lost their vitality and dried up.

It's not uncommon for a body to be rolling, a dirty alley. That's the corner of the city. Where the little dirty ugly guy was squishing and rolling, no one cares.

But the country's - no, 'she' response was swift.

You must have realized it was the work of your kind.

At the time, I came to stop Opt.

"Hey. What do you want to eat? No, it's been a long time, and why don't you give me an ogo?

He is the dean of the Nastadio School, who is trying to make a fool out of younger humans even when he is over ten years old.

"... ha. Doctor, you have money. You want something to eat?

"Hey, there's no such thing as a sigh - Opto. I really love you about the sea lions."

"... if you say so"

It didn't work on the person in front of me, such as my powers. I couldn't kill him if I stared.

'Ugh, Dal. What is it?'

That was just what she felt when she got Opt's eye.

Still unforgettable. Overwhelming pain, even equal to the violence and other pranks that humans who named themselves as fathers and mothers were waving. Fear I've never felt before.

There was no hesitation or anything about the fact that the other person was a seven-year-old. Just terribly gentle eyes that gently pick and kill bugs and snake-like tongues peeking through crimson lips -.

"- Shall I make a punitive judgment on this occasion, monster? Your choice. of dying here or of the country...... no, will it be a Atashi thing '

I was just scared.

I just didn't want to die.

For the answer given by Opt without knowing the translation,

'All right, all right. We're friends now, Atashi and others! Let's get acquainted with each other!

... Most of all because of that, maybe I have myself now... and Opt is all alone in my chest.

"Whoa, you can have a new store over there. Why don't you come in? No, you do not have permission to refuse. We're coming in, little girl."

Without having to respond, the Dean of the Academy pulled his arm and the two entered the store to slip in.