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

81. Storm Black Fist

It wasn't as good as the Gautendor we stopped by before, but it was dining time in a rather big and busy tavern.

"Well... when I've finished eating, I'll take the inn and head to the hospital tomorrow morning. Let's go back to the academy and take a short look around the store afterwards."

"Yes."

Claire talking plans like a teacher of pull rates and Mia responding like a student. Lenore snorts as well. So there was Mia, and she leaked her voice.

"That's right. It's getting hot now, and I broke it last year, so I need to buy a cold tool called" Leijutsuki "."

"Cold surgery?

"Oh well, you don't know Lugo, do you? It gets hot, and you should buy Lugo. Uh, cold-art utensils..."

According to Mia's description, a cold-art apparatus is an apparatus that rotates wings and produces wind by the enclosed divine chanting technique Oracle.

If that's all, it looks like a fan in the knowledge of drift protection, but Cold Art Instruments can always make the cold wind blow by including the ice god chant Oracle.

"What is that beautiful item... if you use it the wrong way, it's going to break my stomach..."

By the way, the cold-art apparatus itself is very inexpensive and seems to cost more to reintegrate the regular Divine Chant "Oracle". On the seller's side, you seem to be the source of income.

Soon it will be the moon of Xingliao's "Shiryu". In the seventh of the twelve months, it is not even very cool now that the sun has already fallen, and the drift shelter no longer wears on the school-run.

The modern Japanese boy nodded in his heart when he had to buy the chiller.

"Hmm. Thank you very much."

The last time Mia flattened the tomato risotto, everyone's meal ended.

"Well, let's go to the inn."

As I was about to say, I noticed the shadow of the drift protection approaching this way.

Two long, poorly resembled men with a niggling grin. One has black dreadhair spread over Bossa. One has short hair that is almost close to the boy.

I can tell from my waist and body that I'm not just a normal person. Particularly concerned about the drift protection was their outfit. Blue long sleeves and cape, thick trousers close to unlimited black in this hot weather. Same color even for boots. (11) Its origin, united in monochrome as in "Atsu", is as if...

"Ooh, these are adorable ladies"

A dread-haired man says with a worthy eye.

Even if you get tangled up in a guy with a bad gala, you don't look like you cower at the girls. Claire pours tea, ignoring the men as if they hadn't noticed. Lenore, unchanged and faceless. They are not just town daughters. A student of the College, the chanter Mage.... that's militant for what it is.

Mia turns her anticipating eyes somewhere. What an innocent trust.

I have no choice, get rid of it... and the boy sighs.

I asked the kid's head next door as the dreadhair grinned in a cool, fun way.

"Hey Daz, which kid would you prefer?

A man with a head called Daz peeks at a perky, unhealthy brown tongue.

"This girl, I guess."

Pong and placed his hands on both shoulders.

... of drift protection, on both shoulders.

"... what?

Lifeguard turns his neck around and looks up at the kid's head. Mia covered her mouth with her right hand and leaked her voice "hee".

"Cute. Cute."

It was a dazzle that tamed both shoulders of pompom and drift protection,

"... hmm? But let's call it a woman."

"I'm a man."

Qiushi glanced at Daz with a blue muscle on his temple.

"Ahhh!? It's a man!?

Daz jumped out of the shelter. A dread-haired man laughs as he watches how it goes.

"Ha ha, the blindness of seeing your onna is the same. Even in the village the other day, he was a kid who didn't even seem to have hair on him if he thought he'd done it."

Dreadhair flaunts her shoulders like a jerk.

"I can't let you do this, Darimir. Which one do you want? If you didn't know anything about it, you wouldn't have chosen this male kid, would you?

Daz laid his hand on the head of the drift guard with a rambling hand.

The boy's temples are sorely cramped.

(... uh... I don't know what to do...)

The Flow Protection Anger Meter goes up and up. The purpose of 'getting rid of' begins to lean towards the option of 'smashing'.

"Choose, I don't care what you think, man. Right, they're all really great ladies. It's a tough story to pick just one, but if I were you..."

The dread-haired man, known as Darimir, circled to further encircle the drifting guards surrounding the table and reached for Claria's shoulder, who was drinking tea with an elegant modus operandi without even involving herself -

Bash! sounded flashy, and the water wall blew up.

The darimir, blown up by a bow, danced the universe for roughly three meters, becoming a big letter and being struck against the wall. Stay gaggy and powerless and fall to the floor.

"Khaaaa!?

"Oh, what a fight!?

The store instantly wrapped itself in screams and cheers.

"Oh, my God, you gacha!

Daz sounds wild, but Claria says in a cool voice with her long hair up as if she hadn't heard it at all.

"It's getting hot, and I thought it was time for annoying bugs to fly, and I was rolling out an autonomous defense... indicating that there seemed to be one fly. I didn't go in the meal, that's all."

Instead of the anger meter rising, there was someone here who was shaking it off by default against the man, and the drift guard laughs bitterly.

It's basically a complete autonomous defense that reacts against flying beings at high speeds, but its applications are diverse. It is also possible to extend the range by granting it to arms and weapons, as well as to slow down the upper reaction speed and allow it to react against slowly approaching beings, he said.

It's a complete anti-sexual harassment feature until it's horrible, and she pulled her cheeks with a bitter laugh.

"Don't make fun of me because I'm a kid, you're not a nuisance!

Daz pulled his weapon out of his hips. A dagger about forty centimetres long, with a leafy sword body.

(Ugh, is that him... Qatar? Better than that, this guy -)

It was a distinctive weapon or a drifting shield that cared about something, but now it would be a prerequisite to tamper with Daz.

Reflux protection and not a forward-looking fight idiot.

The place is also the place. There's no way I can rub it flashy. A customer in the store has already surrounded the drifting guards on a faraway roll.

But a lot of people seem to be waiting for the battle to begin. "Which one do you bet?" "You're bald with that little brother, right? You can also hear conversations like," That's bald. "

Anyway, I've managed here to forget about the dreadhair that flew away like a single caught octopus, and I just have to ask you to calm down.

Lifeguard laughed with his hands up as he took his seat, indicating that there was no hostility.

"Er... well, calm down. I knew it was worse to try to touch a girl all of a sudden, huh? I'm scared."

Claria drinking tea gracefully (blown up Ten Himself), Lenore with no expression (looks sleepy), and Mia nodding (looks great) yeah. I haven't shown a bare gesture of being scared as one, but I try to persuade you.

"Ugh, male kid! You're not gonna be an asshole monster!?

In response to Daz's curse, a pissy blue muscle floated at the temple of the drift protection.

"... ah? If people get out poorly, they say you're a potato head. Harvested? Beard and Potato Harvest Festival."

The boy grins viciously as if freed from the shackles.

- Basically, it's impossible.

Reflux protection is something I've experienced many times in the past, too, but the people in this hand - bad, yankees, chimps, rogues, outlaws. The race that pushed these atmospheres of violence forward, it's also very difficult to get them out of a state of suddenness with words alone. Instead, it's nearly impossible.

And drift protection is never the longer of my mind either. There's no reason to even get out poorly.

There is no movement in the knightly Claire.

In the first place, a fight is like a national specialty.

... You can do it, right?

The drift shield lifted his hands down and took the stand. Some of the audience said, "That's good!" "I have to!" and the cheer boils.

I wondered when I saw men beating up all over the city, but I see there's some ambient enthusiasm that's going to excite me.

"Come on, imo"

"Shit... of, kid...!

- There you go.

Where Liquid Protection and Daz became a one-touch immediacy, one man walked over, tearing apart the surrounding hedges.

About forty years old? The head is an all-back with blonde hair. A well-groomed mustache covering the mouth on a deeply carved face. Blue eyes that seem strong in will. Beautiful and sturdy that seems to become popular with Madame, Liu Xiao thought.

The outfit is exactly the same as darimir or daz, cape on deep blue monochromatic top and bottom garments.

But one thing is different from them.

A large glove-shaped handcuff - a gauntlet - that covers both of its arms perfectly. It gave me a verse like a giant beetle. It stood in pitch-black. It had a disastrous shape that looked more like a weapon than a protective device.

"What a fuss... hey what are you doing, Daz"

"Ah, Mr. Deemald..."

As Bikri, Daz, who was supposed to have an angry mind, turned a frightened eye to the man he called Dimaldo.

Its sturdy glances at Darimir, who fell into depression, then shifts his gaze to the drift shelter.

"... Hmm"

Whimpering like that, Dimaldo spoke to the shield.

"Is the weak fig fun? Bowes."

"What?"

"Oh man, you're so strong. You knew these guys were weaker than you, didn't you? Did you do that later?

There seemed to be some mistake.

I can see the skill of the opponent for sure.

The drift shield, which is totally 'its temper', sounds vacillated by tilting his neck to the left and right without excusing himself.

"I don't touch weaker opponents than I do - I'm not a saint. Mostly, you're the one who got involved."

"Really? Daz."

"... that's the first thing I've done."

"This imobald..."

Certainly not wrong, in a way.

It was Claire's autonomous defense that blew up the Darimir...... but that is like force majeure. This hasn't happened if two dirty leeches stretching out on the floor in the first place and two frivolous potatoes don't come numbing and stuff.

"... Damn. Don't shut the fuck up if you get fucked."

Dimaldo laughs nicely and pays for his cape with his right arm wrapped in a gauntlet.

"Are you quitting, Osama? You know I'm strong, right?

"It's not a problem. Actually, I'm strong, too."

Dimaldo takes a step toward drifting protection, advancing his legs.

Not a meter at a distance. Both sides, facing each other in time within reach.

Dimaldo laughs. The drift shield also lifts the end of the mouth to answer.

It exploded.

The blow of the moment.

Dimaldo's right fist, roaring a fierce wind-cut sound, was inched at the tip of his drift-proof nose.

A boneless black gauntlet that illuminates the indoor lights. Makes me wonder if a direct hit would crack him like a fruit, such as a human head, a metal fist.

Daz only breathed, Mia opened her eyes and the guests around her were holding her breath. A blow enough to silence the gallery. Claria sharpens her eyes and groans only "Mm".

"Hmm... I didn't know it would react"

Dimaldo deepens his satisfying grin as if to drum his tongue at the wine.

Black chunks inched at the nose tip of drift protection.

And - the right fist of the drift guard, addressed to the flank of Dimaldo.

"But, Bowes, isn't it foolish to aim at your belly with your bare hands? Fist to the stomach is not a monster that works right away. And unfortunately, I'm wrapped around my belly under my clothes."

"No, it doesn't matter. My fist pulls out such a mon gently. Then... with one belly shot, you can kill people too"

Whether or not he believed that word of driftshield, Dimaldo laughed and pulled his fist.

Turn yourself over and turn your gaze to Daz, who seems surprised.

"Hey Daz. Hey, are you hiding something?"

To the words, Daz was vicious.

"No, I just noticed too, ladies at the table there, with Bowes. This Bowes doesn't look like the kind of guy who gets into a fight with a woman. Daz, aren't you guys involved?

"Oh, that's..."

"I knew it. Asshole."

Dimaldo gently played the cheeks of a man stranded in words. A light blow, but because of the heavy gauntlet, the dazzle flutters.

"I'm sorry, ladies to Bowes. Damn, if you look at me like a woman, I'll take care of them."

Diemald apologized to Sman and took on the darimir that remained on the floor. Ugh, and its righteous face.

"Wow, why is it wet... you didn't leak it"

"You interrupted, I'm sorry," Dimaldo apologized again, leaving the store with Darimir, who was on his shoulder, the soaked Daz.

"What, are we done?

"That's fine. Don't rub it."

Air flows through the store like half unexpected and half relieved.

"Your brother could be that one, right? You're a rumored brave man, aren't you? I didn't see when you fisted! Oh, my God."

"Huh? Oh, no, guys"

A strange middle-aged man slaps his drifting shoulder and returns to his seat.

Thoughtfully, the guests returned to their seats and began to resume their meals and bickering as if nothing had happened.

If this was Japan, the police would have flown in and the guests would have run away and had a lot of trouble already, but it's a cultural difference... and I think the protection is stingy.

And during the noise, Claria, who consistently and gracefully had a taste for tea, entered the sight of drift protection.... This police equivalent is more relaxed in the first place without any knowledge.

"Knight Claire Leah, you almost got hit. Mostly, I was unarmed of potatoes. Please help me."

Claria replied with a sip of tea to the drift protection she joked and said as she sat back in her seat.

"Oh. Did you need help?

"No, I don't want to."

And Claria went on with a serious face besides her thoughts.

"... Honestly, I was lost."

"Were you lost? What?"

"If we wait until that man and Lord Aliumi develop into full-scale combat and detain both sides for the crime of injury and nuisance, we wonder if we could have lawfully put Lord Aliumi in jail..."

"Do you hate me so much that you want to be in a jail room? Can I cry?

"... it's a joke"

"It doesn't sound like a joke..."

"- Nevertheless."

Claria looks to the entrance and exit of the store where Dimaldo and the others left as she pours tea.

"Is it some kind of mercenary regiment? He doesn't seem to be from this country."

In that word, Mia said, "Uh, people earlier, foreigners?" and round his eyes.

"Oh, I knew you were"

"Oh, did you think so too, Lugo? What about Lenore?"

Lenore snorted as well.

"What. Why does everyone think that... Oh, well"

Mia almost said it and noticed.

Even before coming to this store, Claire was involved, but at that time, the men involved are fleeing realizing that Claire is a knight.

The shield was uncomfortable when Daz pulled out Qatar, but this was it. Darimir and Daz had no way of realizing that Claria was a knight.

Including Deemald, they left unaware that Claire was a knight until the end.

The fact that you don't even notice the knight's crest if you're a human being in this country is considered to be a human being, that is, a foreigner, who doesn't have the knowledge of this country as in exile protection.

... Well, even though foreigners and so on, the words make sense, and the distinction between the faces makes the Claireans and the people today seem 'foreigners' to be in exile. Exceptionally, I didn't find the Dimalds to be heterogeneous.

"That's what happened to terrorism five years ago... and when you have a foreigner with bad behavior like that, you take it personally"

"Bad behavior... Mr. Claria blew that hijiki head off without question inside too..., no, it's nothing"

Lifeguard turned away from Claire's jito eyes.

"I didn't do anything.... really, I was developing an autonomous defense with the intent of insect repellent as it stands... you wouldn't expect humans to hang it"

The serious girl faintly let her gaze swim and she looked like a bum.

"Damn, ha. If I hear that, they're going to run out of extra. You don't think he was blown away by a bug repellent and even stunned. Oh, my God, you're so full of shit."

He also thought about the scattered bugs entering the dish for a flicker and set it 'pretty strong'.

I can never tell him in person, but Lifeguard couldn't help but praise his taste in comparing Claire to a halibut. If you try to touch the detour, you get hurt. Isn't that perfect?

"... but indeed, Claire may be right. Five years ago, the terrorist attacks were foreigners somewhere, right?

"Yes. It was a foreign force that defied His Majesty's way. Thanks to the Dean of the Academy, the damage has been minimized"

Claria puts down her kachari and cup and squeals. - And I let my voice play as if I remembered and saw the driftshield.

"Speaking of foreigners. Lord Aliumi is not a Raindeer, either, no matter what you think, is he? It's a rare name, too. I'm also concerned about naming names and surnames the other way around. I wonder which country you're from."

"Mm..."

With the kind of suspicious eye that you explore, the drift shield wanders unexpectedly.

"Also, Claire! That's the most troublesome thing I can't remember - because I'm Lugo - and I don't have to say that!

It was a terrible bar read. Claria also has her eyes narrowed with suspicion. I mean, Mia, what are you gonna do without showing that good acting here? Well, maybe he's a kid who won't lie.

So I raised my right hand like Lenore, who hasn't spoken a word so far, would run for a pip.

"... Yes, I'm also a foreigner"

"Oh, yeah. Right."

As she was pressured, Claria nodded in stiffness.

The next morning.

The exile guards visited Wangdu's hospital first thing in the morning.

Hospitalized in the struggle against Farvnar, Claria's visit...... I don't know, there are many opportunities for drift protection to visit as well.

While Claria was visiting her colleague in the hospital, Alma, the street guards were waiting in the lobby upstairs.

"Ugh, I'm free."

Mia bluffed her legs as she sat deeply on the sofa set in the center of the lobby.

Lenore is reading a book called "The Reality of Pluto," which he took out of a bookshelf provided by the couch. In contrast to restless Mia, it doesn't even work with Pickle.

"That's it!

Even the light bulb glowed over my head, and Mia stood up a little.

"Let's make a bet"

"... bet...? What's so abrupt?"

To that suggestion, which has only a bad feeling, Lifeguard becomes a sinister face with a frown root.

"Yeah. When Claire gets back, me and Lugo say there's one at the same time. Put a condition on Claire that she must choose one or the other. You'll have to say it at the same time." Please give me your sister. "

That's not a bet. It's just suicide.

"They'll kill you"

"Is that what Lugo thinks of Belle?!? At the same time as this is a ritual that has an important significance as to which one will be chosen for my sister-in-law, the boring time of 'Claire hasn't come back yet,' could be 'Claire coming back soon!?' That it turns into a thrill..."

As Mia began to speak with heat, she heard the trick and the shoe coming down someone's stairs.

"Wow!?

A frightened Mia looks over the stairs.

Coming down is a softly tall girl knight dressed in silver lightweight armor.

"Is that Priscilla?

Priscilla turns her face to this one when she realizes that she has been called out by the drift guard.

"Oh, Lugo!

Priscilla, shaking her ponytail and stopping by, looked at the Mias and said, "Friends?," he said.

"Ah. You're the other one, aren't you?

and smiled.

"Ah, yes..."

Where did the momentum go earlier, Mia bows her head, responding modestly like the cat she has borrowed. Lenore also raised her face from the book and bowed faintly with a pepper.

Mia bowed her head again, this time deeply.

"Uh... you, too, are the knight who was there, aren't you? Well, thank you."

"Huh!? No, never mind! Because it is our duty to protect all of our people!

Priscilla also becomes nervous.

"Ha, you're saying the same thing as Claire"

"Hehe, but you'd be happy to thank me. Well, knightly stuff, just the city patrol and drunken opponents will blunt your arms, and this time it's been a good experience!

Priscilla gives a pleasant smile, like she exercised and sweated a sweat.

"... that said, I was just tying up a guy who looked weak in the corner... something about to get killed by a jerk..."

"Ko, they almost killed me!?

Qiushi called to turn his voice upside down.

"Oh, yeah. But I'm fine. In danger, I need your college people to help me... no, no."

"A college guy?

Lenore, who was in the war then, is here. Edvin... I don't know why, I can't float a picture that helps Priscilla freshen up. If...

"Yeah. Look, that Akelone's"

"Diegos, after all."

If it's Diegos, it's going to be enough to help Priscilla out. with the usual invincible grin.

"No, you mean you're sorry you're still immature... well, I'm actually an apprentice... oh, say hi to him too. Well, then, I have to go!

"Oops, tired"