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

"Hey, what? Belle boy, what's going on...?

"Come on......"

Even Claria was stunned by her sister, who had suddenly gone somewhere.

While doing so, the exchange between King Aldia and Jindim continues.

"- Hmm. No matter what, you can't give it away in exchange for all the hostages?

"Oh."

'... King Aldia. We're not on an equal footing, are we? Don't let them forget that the hostages and this historic museum are in our hands. "

The voice of Jindim seeping through the margins woods spirits. He seemed to enjoy things somewhere, not to be frustrated with King Aldia, who did not try to respond to his demands.

"Hmm. You guys can't give up, neither can this one. I can't talk about this. Let's try to get a taste for one thing here. Everyone gathered here would like to see great progress. '

'... what do you mean?

"We decide to represent each other and poke at each other with dignity in front of the museum - how about that?

There is a twist from a wave of people at the suggestion of putting up a clenching fist.

Jindim, who was an inorganic negotiator, leaked his breath out of his misery.

"F......, haha, what is that? Are you seriously saying that?

"I'm serious, huh? Is there someone you remember in your arms? If I can beat the hostage, I'll let him go. - Oh, my God, I've been having fun."

The king throws the word at Jindim, who just says it's ridiculous.

"If I can beat this delegate, I'll listen to whatever you have to say."

"- Hmm."

Jindim's voice changed.

The stirring of the assembled people is also gradually becoming greater.

"Crap...... but I can't even say it sounds like a" tyrant king "suggestion. Do you have any assurance that you'll listen to what you have to say when you lose?

"There's nothing to be said about a guarantee or anything. You keep your word, don't you? Otherwise, it wouldn't be exciting, and it would make it. What about you like that?

'... Hmm, okay. Now that your representative has won, let's free all the remaining hostages. but if you ever break a promise after losing, the sin is to get the hostages to pay for it. If that's all right with you, let's ride.'

'Hold tight, ya cancer. All right, that's it. I won't break my promise. "

'Admitted. I'll have this delegate out in a minute. It's about electing the man who stands up.'

'Kuck, that's good. That's a big one at once. Mon says it's worth getting closer to each other.... People in the museum, can you hear me!? Just a little more patience. - Hey!

The hustle and bustle of the people reaches its culmination.

(……… this, is)

Claria comes to mind in this phase.

Too forceful, but hauling as if you were aiming. This is the scenario... painted by King Ardia. The king said he called 'him' with this intention.

"So, who's getting out!? Captain Latias or something...... no, we're not all in an exercise!?

"Even Mr. Oretta isn't here!? Is there someone strong left right now...?

I felt that the voices of the people who exchanged arguments with excitement could be heard somewhere far away in Claria.

"That's why I'm Lugo. Chi, why don't you just slam it?

The giant king speaks out with ease as if inviting him to drink.

"I see..."

Lifeguard nodded with a bitter laugh.

With Claria at all, I have to think "I see".

Whoever the opponent is, Lifeguard will win if he fights.

And until now, there will be witness to the strength of a boy who was nothing more than a rumor story, the more than two hundred people on this scene.

Even though the divine chanting technique Oracle cannot be used, it is precisely on the occasion of the rebirth of Geisserius that we see its activity and how many human beings oppose the fact that drift protection becomes a guerrilla.

He will be a guerrilla soldier, as if he were drifting ahead and fitting into nature.

This is to take advantage of the negotiations, while at the same time ensuring that exile protection is drawn in as a soldier - the king's, ploy.

"Please wait!

So it was Leafia who raised his voice.

"Mr. Lugo, you don't have to be in danger..."

Leafia, who came running under the escorts, desperately exhorts them to even try so hard to talk.

"The killers will open up all the hostages if I go, won't they? Then... that should do it. If I go, we will all be saved."

Probably because of a rash of emotions. From the leafy, a faint wind rises.

It was good that the girl's long, soft hair was shaken by her own created wind.

"It's Leafia. I can't do that."

But King Aldia looks into Leafia's eyes... with a serious look, and clearly denies it.

"Is that... because I am 'Penta'"

"Yes."

"Because I am the 'penta'... I am more important to me alone than all those who are caught. So you can't turn me in. That's what I'm talking about..."

"Yes."

"Eh... but... if the aim of the killers is me... this has happened because of me... it's not like...!

"Maybe."

"... Your Majesty"

I'm sure that's a word you wanted me to deny.

But without straying, he speaks to the king who affirmed, the sharp voice that Claria protested.

"If then... at least, I... if I were caught first, and after that, all the soldiers would come and help me..."

The gentle wind girl would have been saddened to learn about the terrorist attack.

I was wondering why I would do this. I wonder why people hurt people.

The cause was me.

The thieves caused this kind of terrorism in order to get themselves.

There is not much in the heart of a girl who has been so informed.

Against Leafia, who insists so diligently in a rattled voice, but the king tells only the truth.

"Even including the lives of all the hostages and the museum itself, Leafia...... the reality that it reaches the value of the Lord. More than that, even if the Lord himself is good, he cannot risk the Lord. As the king of this country, we cannot negotiate."

"Ugh..."

Leafia walked right into the spot.

"Because of my power, all sorts of people are in danger..., bad people are coming after my power, and then again, lots of people are in danger..., I can't do anything like this, I have some power... Huh!

On the hard stone pavement, the puffiness and the Shizuku fall.

"I don't need this power! I wish I hadn't been born into 'Penta'!

That power, which she abhors, still echoes her cry.

The moment Leafia screamed, as she enveloped her- to protect, a violent wind broke out.

It's too late when the surroundings are hazy.

The girl's seated cobblestone pavement sank in with a crisp sound, and the invisible shockwave burst into circumference - and didn't.

"... no more at all"

Water walls.

The wall of water that gently envelops the leafy and...

Claria herself held Leafia from behind, as if she were part of the wall.

"Ah......, ah"

Leafia looks up at Claire as she cuddles up like a covered covering.

The shock wave forced him into it caused a fine scratch on Claria's face. The pieces of the dress are also torn.

"Ah... I, again... I'm sorry..."

"Fine. There's nothing wrong with you. You don't need to be disturbed. The bad news is, you're the one who commits this kind of terrorism against your power. That's obvious, right?

Claria gently takes Leafia's hand and makes her stand up.

"Leafia, let's get some rest over there"

Without waiting for a reply, Claria turns to King Aldia.

"Your Majesty. We're not going to hand over Leafia in negotiations, and you don't mind, do you?

"Hmm? Yeah."

In response to King Aldia, Claria leans back and walks with Leafia's shoulder in her arms.

- And the little knight looked back as he remembered.

"… Your Majesty. I was born in this country and I am proud of the reality of being able to serve the royal family. I have sincere respect for His Majesty, and I don't think I'd hate to risk my life immaturely if it were for my country or for His Majesty."

"but," he bit hard,

"I think there's a way of saying it, I can't take those considerations into account... no, I don't. That's the thing about Your Majesty... for a long time, I hate it"

"K, Claire, come on..."

Claria walks out, holding Leafia's shoulder in a hurry forcefully.

King Aldia slumped faintly and scratched his head with boldness.

Leafers walking slowly, supported by Claria, slip next to the shield.

"Hey, Leafia."

Lifeguard spoke gently to a girl like that.

"Leafia said, 'If I go, all the hostages will be saved,' but that won't do. Even if the hostages help, Leafia's gonna get caught, right?

"... with"

As I rinse my nose and wet those eyes with tears, Leafia begs for drifting protection.

"Leafia says she's an easy substitute... aren't you scared?

"... well, that's... Scary...... sooo"

"No. That's why the king... chose a way to help us all."

Saying, the boy takes off the power list on both arms.

A pitch-black ring away from his hand made an awesome noise and fell to the cobblestone. The bounced stone pieces scatter.

"Lord Aliumi..."

To Claria's call, she smiles faintly as she just says, "No, don't even say it to everyone"......

To such a boy, Claria said away with resolute eyes.

"The cobblestone is scratched."

"Oh, excuse me."

It was not cool.

"As it were, well, anyway. You don't know Leafia, but I'm serious. So this isn't a negotiation. I'm sure we can win."

One by one, the drift shield carefully removes the power list (because Claria was mad at me).

"So..."

"Uh, but nothing -! I'm strong, I'm fine! That's it! Over!

"Hino..."

Leafia shrunk as a scarecrow.

"Lord Aliumi... are you okay with that?

Can I move as King Aldia thinks?

That's what Claria is asking.

People fear strong power. Now it's just a rumor. If you've actually seen the strength of drift protection, people should be surprised, enthusiastic, and ultimately fearful.

What is this power? Is it okay that there is such force outside the country?

But it dissolves itself by incorporating it as a force of the state. It turns into the idea that if such a strong man is a soldier in the country, he is safe.

That's how everything around you creates the situation so that the boy becomes a guerrilla.

"Don't worry."

"I'm not worried about you. … well, if that's what you decided, there's nothing more to say from me."

- It doesn't matter. I've already told you what I can talk about.

Even if this man were to follow the same end path as her, who was a guerrilla, that was his choice.

"Good luck, then."

"Thankyou."

Claria did not look back, leaning against the Leafia, but headed towards the tent set up by the knights.

"Oh man, they hated me. Well, the Liliane guy used to tell me that, too. I hate your father! Holy shit. Ha ha!

The big king looks away at the two of them, scratching his head boldly and laughing luxuriously.

"Uh... King"

"Hmm? What? It's Lugo."

"It's not Claire, but more... why don't you just say it gently to Leafia, too? Like," I can't give it to you because you're important. "

"Ah? It's... Bakka, can you say something crazy?"

The king of one kingdom also scratches his head and looks like a bum. If you just look on the side of it, you're just like an uncle who doesn't know how to treat his daughter around the age and is in trouble.

I think Liquid Protection. I was wondering if this guy was just clumsy for nothing.

"... opportune, I see...!

Dimaldo seeped a wild grin and rose off the couch.

"That's okay, leader. Even if I leave...!

"No. That's enough to make such a suggestion on purpose. Their representatives won't be half-breed opponents."

Jindim teaches Dimaldo.

"Leader... you think I'm gonna lose?

"I don't think so." Silver Legion Squad Silvalios "will come out, but you will win. But I don't think I need to be intact with you. You can't achieve your original purpose in that state."

"But...!

Dimaldo just drifts away if he can't contain himself.

As if to form a pair, Jindim calmly analyzes the situation until he is exhausted.

"Besides... I can't throw out the possibility that it's not a trap. They could snipe us where we left off."

It's mainly the sniping that keeps the knights out of sight, pulling the curtains on the windows by arranging them to the second floor of the museum.

No - if you're sniping, there's still a 'penta' in this country called Nastadio Sigris. There's no sign of him showing up yet, but he was disillusioned and exhausted before he realized it - and we just have to avoid things like that.

Whether there are more hostages here or not, we won't be able to imitate them unscrupulously.

And one of the hostage men raised his voice as to whether he had heard the conversations of the Jindims.

"The King is such a cowardly imitation of sniping...!

If Aldia makes a mistake, the hostages will be harmed. In such a situation it should be noted that I see no worrying colors in their eyes at all.

Dimaldo laughs with his nose at that word full of trust.

"You believe in Aldia for a long time. He's like abandoning a kid who's not even old enough?

But the man says it back without fright.

"If that's what he did, more people would have sacrificed if he hadn't. What about you guys? If we were sacrificed here, would more people be saved somewhere as a result? That's not true. You guys are just doing this with personal grievances!

Daz walks over to the man with a chipped tongue.

"Don't call me naked, you jerk... I'll chop that crude thing off"

"Hih...!

"Come on, Daz."

Dimaldo stopped Daz from pulling out Qatar with a sharp voice. Instead, speak to the hostage man in a quiet voice.

"Right...... then, for example, if it were my own child who would make that sacrifice. Still, are you convinced?

"... That's..."

Is this hostage guy, like, forty years old there? I guess I actually have one or two children. That's why I got stuck in words imagining the situation.

"This is... it's just a simple story. Personal grievances, that's exactly right."

Deemald shrugs like that, stopping by the curtain's drawn window. If you look outside through that gap without alarm...

A crowd of people surrounding the museum in faraway windings. From there, further ahead, there are two figures walking out to the open area in front of the museum. One would be part of Silver Legion Squad Silvalios, from where he wears black and silver light armor. And the other...

…… That Bowes... "

Dimaldo breathes into that familiar figure.

"What's up? Dimaldo."

"- No."

Answering Gindim's question briefly, he closed the curtain.

"I'm sorry, Leader, I'll stop. To be honest, try to fight them, but they're not going to have to warm up."

"Oh. That's why I'm not letting you go, is it?

Jindim, faintly seeping a grin, threw his voice at the young man standing beside the hostages.

"Fer Die, you go. Isn't it time to get busted?

"Fine. I'll show the monkeys a real fight."

The young man, whose expression remained unchanged, responded instantly without thinking about it.

Comrades whisper to each other in a small voice.

"Fer Die... a tough guy to deal with, but he's definitely a first-class fighter."

"He's like the one I brought in for these cases. I definitely got this fight."

The neck snarls and the boring Fer Die takes confirmation.

"This time, can I kill you?

"Oh. If you win, that's it. If only Aldia had kept her word."

"If I didn't protect you, I wouldn't have. It doesn't matter. There are no vulgar Southern monkeys. Let's kill them all."

Jindim looks behind Fer Die, stroking the scar on his right cheek, suppressing the edge of his mouth, which is about to hang.

The thoughts of both sides intersect.

- The leader of the defective side, giggles in his chest.

As you think. Everything is going exactly as it was supposed to.

It's Aldia. I took a duel and succeeded in getting her to agree. If we win the duel, things converge. That's what you think, isn't it?

No, it's not. You are 'moved' as you wish by this me. Everything is as you read it.

Take it. This Fer Die, the supreme gift.

Now our victory is assured...

- The giant king with the two names "Embououou," gives the museum a... look at its exterior, its heavily shredded struts and fucking laugh.

Come on, Mr. Zindim. "What words pop out of your mouth," I look forward to it.

The stage is fully organized.

This farce, and your presence called Norstación. Let me take advantage of it at best.