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

"It's going to rain..."

Leafia, looking out the window of the carriage, murmured to solitude.

"Mm-hmm... Is our weetelivia here?

Belgrette also answers small and looks out the window.

Under the sky that's going to cry out now.

The armed carriage was close to the valley, which is the halfway point between the college and the Wang capital.

Desolate landscape with only rocky mountains surrounding it.

Looking at the murderous scenery where I don't even see the slightest grass trees, I feel like it's going to get rough to my heart. Belgrette, who thought of that, suggested in a bright voice to change his mood.

"Hey, Leafia. Do you have plans for today?

"Uh... no, nothing, but..."

"Oh well. If that's okay, why don't you join us for tea? Sometimes."

"What..., yes, okay?

Leafia turns to one of the researchers present, with expressions such as half anxiety and half joy.

"If Lord Belgrette is with us, no problem. If you'll be back by evening."

The moment the researcher woman gave her a soft smile - dong, the carriage rocked.

"Hiccup."

Leafia leaks a faint scream.

I think he rode up on a small stone. Belgrette told the story of a fierce horse that could be heard from the outside.

"What?"

One of the soldiers aboard puts his face close to the window so as to stick.

For a second.

A large flamethrower jumped through the windowsill and hit the soldier directly in the head.

A soldier blown up while inflaming his head is slammed against the opposite wall. As it were, I fell into it without force.

"Khaaaa!?

"Hey, what the fuck!?

The screams of Leafia and the researchers, the fury of another soldier overlap, and the inside of the carriage is slammed down into a vortex of confusion.

Gakun and I rocked hard and the carriage began to slow down.

"... Huh!?

Belgrette instantly circles her thoughts.

- Such an idiot.

Yesterday, Mia told her to protect herself.

There can't be a drunken guy or something that raids this armed carriage first. Basically, this carriage is used by someone in an important position or something like 'Penta'. It is also tantamount to committing suicide, such as committing an assault.

for example. Assuming there is someone attacking you, is that a fool who knows nothing - or

"Stay away from the window, get down on the wall!

Belgrette flies instructions to the researchers and the Leafia and flies out to the outside of the carriage.

Leaping himself off a carriage that had slowed down enough to almost stop, a flamethrower flew in as if it had been targeted.

The Girl Knight lets the water flow unfold and beats it to the sphere of fire. It could not be extinguished, and an off-track fireball flew in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

(Heavy, y... Huh!

Belgrette stares in the direction of the attack.

At the height of Rock Mountain, there were shadows overlooking the carriage. The look of a brown robe wrapped around the wind. He's wearing a hood deep in his eyes, and he can't peek at his face. He's not too tall or too low, he looks like a man or a woman.

"I'm not kidding, you son of a bitch! Are you sure?

A magnificent man with a beard came down from your podium after stopping the carriage, lined up next to Belgrette, looking up at the shadows and staring at them.

"How dare you attack this carriage by yourself, you're losing your mind!? You can't be talking about Yotai!

To the words of your Lord, Belgrette was overheard.

"Uh... alone? Are you one enemy?!?

"Oh, no doubt about it, young lady. It was one of the guys over there who attacked me. There's no one else."

A path covered by rocky mountains that cut off the perimeter. A figure nestled on a reddish rock.

He said he couldn't believe just raiding an armed carriage, but that only one enemy was there. An ignorant fool. Or...

Is it a terrible skill, confident and powerful enough to make a successful raid?

"Come on down, whoa!

He converged the wind in his right hand and let it go toward him in a robe looking down at this one.

A whirlwind blow making an awesome noise crushes the assailant's standing scaffold. Collapsing rocks vibrated the earth, winding up soil and smoke, covering the surroundings.

- and.

From beyond his dust-stained vision, a flamethrower flies in.

"Wow!

The man of your man winds up, and plays the fireball completely.

"Hiccup..."

Belgrette fluttered to more wind pressure than I thought.

"Whoa, are you okay, young lady? It's been a long time since I've been in action, so I shouldn't be in the mood."

The beard-faced man grins slightly more luxuriously.

"Oh, brilliant. Er..."

"Whoa, is that a name? I'm Antonis. It's an honor, lady of the Gertillude family. Oh, my God."

Laughing like an uninhibited boy, Antonis finds herself in a place where she can stand in the smoke. There are no gaps in that position.

"Ha. It's comforting."

Belgrette does not 'naturally' worry about Antonis.

The carriage industry, among them those in charge outside the city, has many backgrounds such as former mercenaries and former knights.

It's basically a carriage that goes down a safe street, but sometimes it goes down a dangerous road that could be attacked by a burglar or a grudge demon. In the meantime, it's my job to carry passengers and luggage safely. I would prefer a fierce man who can repel the threat.

Antonis, too, had a disappointing body like a rock, although his back length was not as large as two minutes above his head. You can also see large old wounds on both arms on the right, and you can see that you have quite a bit of experience in action from that behavior that doesn't upset you at all by the sudden raid. When I was younger, I might have crossed the battlefield "Sawaba".

And not even a common carriage, but someone enough to be entrusted with the owner of this armed carriage. He was undoubtedly a user far above his fellow knights.

"Do it yourself, but don't lose your sight."

If Antonis swings his left arm to the side, he blows the dust out of which the wind that rolled up can stand.

The path of the valley surrounded by cliffs that cut off the perimeter.

In the middle of the road, about twenty miles away, there was a raider standing with the hem of his robe flanked.

"Are you all right!

One of the soldiers comes down from the carriage. When Belgrette nodded "Yes," as he looked at the enemy, he glanced at the raiders.

"How dare you, Osm..."

It must be the name of the guard who received the flamethrower earlier.... Again, it didn't seem to help.

The soldier pulled a silver sword out of his waist and shouted softly with his cutting tip against the assassin.

"- God of thunder, it's Jupiter! Judge the fool!

It sounds bazily and lightning strikes from a thunderball converging at the tip of the sword.

The robe's raiders did not move a single step, and without waving their arms, they aroused a whirlpool of flames, striking down a thunderbolt.

At that moment, Antonis fleshes to the Raiders at exactly the rate that reminds him of the wind.

"You're the one who sold the fight. Three to one, but you're not complaining, are you?

Winds like a tornado swirled to his right arm, and Antonis swung his right fist toward the raider.

The raiders didn't avoid or prevent it on the spot, but jumped back a lot. Antonis' massive fist cuts the sky in vain.

Moments.

He made an awesome noise and swept away the place where the raiders had been until just before, as a whirlwind of beatings devoured him.

"Shit, don't avoid it well!

Antonis, on the spot, protrudes his left fist toward the raider who escaped between proximity.

An assassin in a gust from his fist bounced back wide like he had been beaten.

"Ooh, it's over!

Antonis kneeling his right hand toward the raider on one knee. It makes a roar and the wind converges in the palm of my hand. An auspicious breeze that gathers intensely at one time. It incorporates a procedure of amplification.

The robe's raiders remain on one knee and haven't rebuilt their posture in time. A blow that crushes Antonis' rock, too, in its amplified version. If we decide on this technique, it's definitely over.

(... no!

Belgrette instantly perceived and shouted.

"Mr. Antonis, no..."

Faster than you say. The raider, on one knee, threw a small fireball sharply.

A small fireball of pebbles is drawn to Antonis' palm in the wind. He came in contact with the whirling wind and ignited it.

"Whoa!?

In an instant, the inflexible is wrapped in a tornado of flames and set ablaze.

"Guuuuuuuuuu!?

"A, Mr. Antonis!

Belgrette rushed to sweep the water currents to Antonis, who rolled in flames. Successfully quenches fires while raising flashy sounds and water vapors.

"Are you okay?"

Towards the bellgrette I was about to tell you, there was a raider running in with the hem of the robe stirring. His hand, set up as he rushed over, gleamed demonically.

- I'm trying to shape a melee weapon. The attribute of this enemy is flame. In this time, a long sword of flames.

Having read that, Belgrette produces and sets up two "lids" of water swords to intercept.

As the Girl Knight reads, the enemy activates the Divine Chant "Oracle" in its hands -

…………

And Belgrette, he lost his word.

To an unlikely phenomenon that happened in front of me.