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

"... is this over?"

Knights' camp, set in a corner of the pavement. In that tent, Claria was small and solitary.

The voices of joyful folk echo.

As expected, drift protection controlled the duel lightly, and all hostages were liberated streams. I doubt if the thieves will honestly let go of the hostages, but that's about King Aldia there. You must be thinking of something.

Looks like the man who lost the duel has been transported to the tent across the street, but he may not even need to get any more information.

Next to Claria, Leafia lay awake at the simple table.

Things almost converged, naturally, but they never turned her over in negotiations. There's no need for this girl to be in a place like this anymore.

Though I ran, I wouldn't need myself either. It's kind of hard to even show your face in front of King Aldia for being defiant. I now feel self-loathing for my childish attitude.

To the extent that he disobeys a little, King Aldia accepts to abandon the child. He'll take it. I know that, and I get that attitude.

This isn't the first time this has happened.

About that time - she was a guerrilla...... reminds me of Lessia.

"Oh, at all......!

I wasn't sure what I was getting into anymore.

Is it against King Aldia, who does not take Leafia into account?

Is it against yourself, who is sweet and rebellious, knowing that the king will surround you and forgive you?

Is it against that boy who is about to be a guerrilla, despite his advice?

"Ha..."

As Claria sighed, one soldier approached him making a metal noise with Gasha Gasha.

Excuse me, I have a message for you.

Turning his face as his voice caught him, Claria slightly.

Soldier in silver full body armor. That's fine, but I'm wearing a categorical iron helmet that covers my entire head, and I can't peek at that face at all. For one thing, I only found out that he was a man with a voice.

Few people in Raindeer love a faceless helmet. Many people don't usually wear it, partly because of the warm climate (well it's summer now), but with the popular opinion that "it's safer to see a soldier's face". Soldiers have the disadvantage of not knowing who each other is.

It is fundamental to wear when crusading missions, such as sweeping resentment demons and exterminating bandits...

Knowing or not the inside of such a claire, a soldier of silver monochrome all over his body tells him in a serious tone.

"It is Miss Leafia Windfall who is there, isn't it? I just heard from your mansion… things are on the way to convergence, so we need to get back."

"To the Mansion......, I get it. I'll be right there."

When Claria nods, the soldier runs with a metal sound. It's hot in here, but it's hard work.

I guess Leafia came to tell me directly because she couldn't use the art of communication. Knights and soldiers, including Claria, are most likely waiting, so it would be quicker to use communications.

With sigh, change your mind.

Anyway, first, let's get this windy girl to the mansion.

"Leafia, Leafia"

Even if I try to shake it gently, there's no sign of waking up only by roaring hmm. I stayed up late last night because of something, and King Aldia's insensitive remarks would be one reason why I got tired of crying.

I decided to ask the female knight who just took the street to help me and carry Leafia to the carriage.

…………

In a rubbish crowd, Belgrette kept coming up with ideas.

The triumph of drift protection, the liberation of all hostages.

Why did the enemy respond to the request lightly?

I said it could be redeemed for all the hostages, the taking of Leafia, the demand of fate. Did you fail to do so and abandon yourself? Or did you honestly admit to losing? No - from what I've heard from a man named Jindim so far, I don't think that's possible.

A man who has carefully negotiated so far agrees with King Aldia's proposed duel and loses light. I still don't fall for it.

If so, free the hostages once and for all and confuse those who planted the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb in it. Suspicious enough time. It is also considered time for treatment.

There's no way the Kings of Aldia will be unaware of that possibility, but neither can this one sell oil forever.

Belgrette, for one, decided to return to King Aldia and the drift guardians.

Nevertheless, how many people are gathered on this occasion?

The wild horse guts of people in this country are not good in these cases when it comes to the dangerous state of affairs of terrorism. If there was Edvin or Mia, he's still going to be interested and join the wild horses. Conversely, it is easy to imagine a diagram in which Lenore or Diegos would not show much interest.

Belgrette scratches the crowd and seeks shelter.

"Ah, Lugo..."

"Oh, Belle boy."

When I went back, all I could see was the boy there.

"That... what about everyone?

"Oh, uh..."

Claria and Leafia go to camp.

King Aldia and Kesh say they are gathering personnel in preparation for the possibility of the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb. I still think I noticed it there. Most importantly, King Aldia couldn't have overlooked it.

"Oh well. Good luck, too, Lugo. Weren't you hurt?

"It was a perfect game. Don't worry about it."

"... Hey, Lugo. Are you..."

"Hmm?"

- Are you going to be a guerrilla?

Yes, the moment I tried to ask.

"We're late. You're late! Sorry to keep you waiting, sorry to keep you waiting. Ahhh!

From the waves of people, people popped up in a literal sense.

"Ngah."

When you see the person, the drifting shelter leaks bitter groans.

"Is that it? What about the king? I heard you were here...... ugh."

"Dean of the College..."

It was that person, Dean of Nastadio, who showed up. You rushed off in a hurry, rarely out of breath. Beautiful blonde hair was everywhere and her glasses were about to slip off. I can't feel the hegemony in the tinted eyes peeking from the back of those glasses. The white coat I'm wearing is also full of wrinkles.... and smells like alcohol.

When he exchanged information about terrorism, the Dean of the Academy spoke up.

"So, almost solved it already? No point in Atashi coming here?

"Now, the Dean of the Academy has been in this city for a long time, hasn't he? I was supposed to travel the next day after we met, but the king told me not to travel because I was close to the out-of-wall exercise, and I would stay in this city forever, right? So why did you arrive later than us from the academy?"

Jido, the college director answers to the tenuous word of drift protection with a slight face somewhere.

"That's why the road was so crowded. That's already, like an ill-advised array. Oh, speaking of passers-by, I'm also feeling a little sick in my stomach... Ah. Lugo, you imagined a picture of a sea urchin in the bathroom. Hey, you skanky boy! Oh, it took me a while to get out of the inn... and maybe because of it... so it wasn't crowded at all?

"Once you're close to the city, there you are. I couldn't even get a carriage near the museum anymore, so I came down and ran."

"I don't know... Was it a mistake to stay in the center street because I thought it was convenient... ahhh, headache..."

Dean of the Nastadio School, who singled out the terrorist attacks five years ago, but all this time it doesn't seem to turn up.

That's what it was like five years ago - like these drifting guardians, that could have been faster if they had rushed out of college.

(………… Now)

Belgrette changes her mind.

If I could meet with the Dean of the Academy, there was something I had to ask.

"Dean of the College. Actually..."

Belgrette chose words to explain.

That the armed carriage in the Leafia was raided. What set up the raid was that it might be an opt. That the option dealt with more than one attribute. And that she may be part of those who perpetrated terrorism….

The dean said he was relatively close to Opt, but he still can't keep his mouth shut.

"A raid... seriously. There's a 'penta' moving in the back?

"- Oh, shit."

Quite the opposite of the surprising drift protection, the College Director's reaction was far more pale than Belgrette had expected.

Second, Belgrette recalls the words Mia used to zero several times.

"To that guy, what a pet a student is, really already"

No matter, it's just a stupid joke. Although.

The Dean of the College doesn't move a single eyebrow about the opt that should be a courtesy.

Is that, as a teacher, pushing upset to death? Or...

The inner surface of a person named Nastadio Sigris is unlikely to be inferred by Belgrette.

"Dean of the College. About dealing with multiple attributes for opt attributes...... anything on your mind?

"Belgrette is. Are you gonna show Mia and Eunuch Tokoro and hang out?

"Huh... Huh!?

It's not unexpected. Belgrette turns bright red, as if it were boiled, to a statement that has no clapping and no longer makes sense.

Liquid protection also blushed with a little redness on her face.

"Wha... what, what..."

The Dean tells Belgrette that the words are no longer spinning, pale.

"It's the same thing. Because it's an intimate pattern, you don't necessarily know everything about the other person… to the back, to the bottom. There is a good chance that Opto had an unknown technique of Atashi. That's a trick to tell Atashi."

Shoulder to shoulder in mockery, the College Director laughed so.

"Bellette, try to keep an eye on the surroundings. From now on, Atashi will try to communicate with Opt's little nasal sauce."

"Ah... Ha, yes"

Belgrette pulls herself together, even though she is likely to be left on the same abrupt switch.

It was an easy but effective discernment method. If communicated, ripples will spread in the person's ear.

- But.

"... not here"

Keep an eye on the surrounding human waves, but no one will show up with ripples. At least it doesn't seem to be within sight.

There's no sign of an opt-out in the college director's correspondence.

The Dean of the College, who cut off communications, quickly gave instructions to Belgrette.

"Bellette. For once, go to Leafia's."

"Yes!

Assuming the opt is nearby, if you're after Leafia, it's just unlikely you'll come raiding like you did when you were in the carriage. There are plenty of people and knights around.

But as instructed by the Dean of the Academy, you'd better stay with Leafia just in case.

"Er... Lugo. Then I'm coming to Claire's."

"Ooh. You okay? Should I go, too?

It would be comforting to have drift protection. I tried to agree with you, Belgrette, but on second thought, this time, the exile is what King Aldia calls it personally. There's no way you're taking me on your own.

"Ah... maybe we should wait until His Majesty returns..."

"What... oh well... yeah... oh..."

The gaze of drift protection is poured on the Dean of the Academy. I guess I don't like being alone.

"I'll keep calling on Opt, too."

"Yes, please"

- It should be okay.

But with a strange sense of impatience, Belgrette decided to head to the camp, where the Leafers were early.

"What, I went back to the mansion...?

Speaking to the soldiers waiting at the camp, Claria and the others said they had taken a carriage to Leafia's mansion.

"Yes. Anything. He said the mansion had contacted him to return."

"Huh...?

That can't be right.

At the beginning of this negotiation, Belgrette is flying communications to the Mansion. Leafia reports she's been here for a while, and she's accepted that as well.

If you really have a request to go back, you should contact Belgrette first.

(..., no way, the enemy's -!)

The sense of impatience that was swirling around my chest reshaped into clear anxiety.

Belgrette hurriedly spins the surgical ceremony and flies communications to Leafia's mansion.

"Um, it's Belgrette! I would like to confirm...... Leafia has been contacted to return to the Mansion!?

'What? No, I didn't... She's been there for a while, hasn't she?

Anxiety has transformed itself into a complete threat.

- It's a defect. I should have told him about the carriage raid at the time I joined up with Stream Protection and Claire.

We talked earlier about the shield, but Claria doesn't know Leafia was attacked. If the mansion told me I'd heard from you, you wouldn't suspect anything.

Leafia is Leafia, that calm personality. If you worry about it, you shouldn't actively try to talk about the raid yourself. Instead, you should want to quickly forget that you felt scared or something. I'm sure I wouldn't even think about something malicious coming in a fake contact.

Leafia's mansion is surrounded by idle stands. It is a great environment for raids.

Belgrette rushed out on the spot with all her might to follow her sisters.

And enough has passed.

Until between, the truly liberated hostages come out of the museum one after another.

"All right, let's see if there's a trap."

Under the direction of King Aldia, the trap confirmation for all the hostages was carried out quickly by the soldiers who were prepared. Less than a minute later, one of the soldiers raises his voice.

"The judgment is over! The trap is not set!

It was King Aldia who leaked his voice to the report.

Kesh also gives a surprise look. Same goes for drift protection.

Some seemed pretty badly injured, but no trap was set on the hostages as one of them.

It is the enemy's thoughts that we do not know when this happens, although of course it is a pleasure.

Really, I honestly let go of the hostages that were supposed to be lifelines. If this happens, the enemy has no more 'shields'. I can't stand up any more.

About four hours after the terrorist attacks. The female male almost made up her mind.

If I may say so, I can still describe the building itself, the museum, as a 'monojiti' without being held hostage.

'Come on... what are we gonna do? Do you still want to go on?

He's tired of standing for a long time. King Ardia, with dokali and hips down in his chair, echoes where he brought it from.

Do you surrender? Resist and be crushed? Waiting will not change the end, a giant king poking at those two choices.

It was Jindim's voice that seeped through the room that responded.

"F......" Do you still want to go on "?

"Am I?"

King Aldia frowned at Jindim's voice as if it contained mockery.

'Finally, we're ready. Just like we thought. "

What are you talking about?

'Well. Now let's get to the point. I'll tell you what, you're going to have to drink your demands. Whatever. Now...'

That was, nevertheless, a declaration of victory.

"The hostages - King Aldia. Everyone there, including you."

The surroundings calmed down.

Nor does Lifeguard understand the meaning of Jindim's words, which puzzles the thought in a moment.

- The hostages? All of them now?

All the hostages were freed already and it was also confirmed that no bombs had been planted. Jindim's words are supposed to be a line that wouldn't have come out if he hadn't succeeded in planting the bomb.

……

So the drift shield flashed.

They could have planted a bomb, some possibility.

"No way......!

Did you also notice Kesh, gaze at him like he was bounced?

What he stares at is - a camp set up. Earlier, a tent was brought in by Fer Die defeated by drift protection.

"Have you noticed? Oracle Bomb, our proud divine chant bomb, boasts super power and breadth. Seemed alert, but still sweet. Instead of being a hostage, I was setting this up against Fer Die, who sent me there earlier."

Everybody, freeze!

He shouted so that King Aldia could cover him.

"Don't move, people. This is the time to calm down and act, huh?

About two hundred people gathered on this occasion. I was surprised by the king's voice, and did not escape as one.

A young woman with a blue face. A middle-aged man with a stiff face. People who were supposed to reunite with the families who were hostages and share joy with each other. But as one, there was no escape.

'F... it's a big deal. Isn't it true that the people are submissive? That's something like "Tyrannosaurus rule."

The knights mock the "bruised" jindim, and the people mock the ripples of the void.

"I'll tell you what, I'm proud to say that my Divine Chant bomb, Oracle Bomb, is quite something. That killing range extends to roughly a hundred miles. Everyone on the spot will be blown away easily. Of course, King Aldia... including you. '

Hazard radius, 100-meter class bomb. The bomb, Fer Die, is in a sheltered tent, right in front of your eyes and nose.

A wave of people stuck in this place. Zindim's words are never exaggerated. If it bursts, there will be a tremendous sacrifice.

King Aldia, the Dean of the Academy, Kesh and Liquid Protection have all fallen within range. I can't see it from the position of the drift guard, but probably the Belgrettes, too.

"... Nah, I see."

'I thought I told you before the duel. "You might regret it," he said. "

In the words of Zindim - King Ardia covers his face with his great palm.

"Now, gentlemen of the people. I know you do, but I'm not thinking about running away. Your lives are now entirely in my hands. King Aldia, will you keep an eye on him? Your people... don't let our hostages escape. Huff. '

"I didn't know you were planting the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb on your own people......!

"How dare he... I can't think! Damn, what are you gonna do!?

From the Raindeer people, who have the temper to weigh things like grandeur, martial arts, and companionship, the idea of an ultimately unthinkable demon.

The soldiers around them seep in a hurry.

In the meantime.

Elbowed to his knees, the sitting giant king had his face covered with a large palm.

Do not let those around you understand the expression.

In that hand no one could see, it hung up to the point where the corner of his mouth was evil.

Everything.

Everything just says it's what you think it is.