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

After finishing the discussion with Omzolf and leaving the room, the goalie and Bergrette were walking down the hallway of the royal palace while paying attention to the area.

"... well, what do you want me to do, Belle? Hurry up... um... who is it?"

"Goltel Hadbar, huh?"

"Yes, that's right. Well, why don't we find him and go talk to him?

"No, I'll go with my hands."

"Let me see? When?

― ― Here's what Bergrette said.

A soldier by the name of Gortel, who may be connected to Orchester. When he searches for the person and asks stupidly and honestly, "Why did you know Sabel and Edwin were taking their lives?", he is afraid to get distracted.

It was in a state of contention for a moment, so I contacted Omzolf on the assumption that he was alive anyway. Or we could just get away with things that had never happened before. I'm not sure there's any evidence left.

If this goaltel is truly "black" and is thus evaded, it is only natural that the Guardians will be alerted.

In fact, it is not possible to deny the possibility of accidental response due to person-to-person conversation in a confused scene.

Therefore,

"I will not contact him for the time being, and I will gather information about Mr. Goltel and the circumstances of the incident…"

"I see... it's a long way off, but how can I help it?"

Conversations like that take place while keeping your voice down the stairs into the lobby upstairs. Then, from the side corridor, I discovered a stranger who came out with several soldiers.

"Oh, hefner, isn't that right?"

Young regular soldiers stationed in Halschwart and now in the palace. A serious and slightly unreliable guide who came to this Badalnois country together. When Yufu called out his name, he realized that he had changed his blood phase and rushed over.

"Oh, both of you! I heard that Sabels are in trouble at the museum - their noses! Did Lugo get hurt, too?

"Oh, no. It's no big deal."

"I hope so... So... are Sabel and the others okay?

"Yeah, well. I haven't woken up yet, but I don't think there's anything wrong with my life."

To reassure him that he is worried, tell him that he is safe for the time being.

I see.... but... "

Hefner shakes his clothes with a painful look, even though he looks relieved.

"It was a real disaster. What was the cause of the fire...? This may not be a good way to put it, but I'm glad you two are safe."

(... hmm?

So Izushi, who felt uncomfortable with the conversation, twisted his neck slightly in his heart. Bergrette said the same thing, asking the young soldier.

"... Mr. Hefner. How did you hear about yesterday?

"Eh? Ah, uh... there's a fire in the museum, right? So one room burned down and Sabel and the others got involved....."

Yufu and Bergrette unexpectedly looked at each other. The knight of the girl who had returned from rigidity asked again.

"... where did you get that story?

"No, not exactly where, but... that's what everyone was talking about.... what's wrong with you?

"No, um... somehow..."

Hefner rushed to the corner of the hallway to correct his spine, Hefner, who was in a hurry to answer how he explained it. "Be careful" is like a sample. All of a sudden, I thought something was going on, and the voices came from behind the guardians.

"Kuk, this was a guest. I didn't know you wanted it yesterday today."

Looking back - long, thin, cluttered haircut wrapped in gorgeous white armor, a smile that sticks to a straight, elegant face. Migasinthia, a member of the Snowstorm White Knights Gracela Duela, was about to follow three soldiers.

I see. If you are a young soldier Hefner, you should greet him with the greatest respect.

"Kukuk, did you come to greet Father Omzolf at once?

"Hah, well...."

The white knight tended to round his back and laugh at what was fun when the go-go nodded ambiguously.

"You're being polite, fufu. But you're being targeted. Is that why you refused the transfer? Perhaps it would be better not to run too lightly? Inside the palace... it's not always safe, is it? Fufufufufu"

Now, if you'll excuse me, Migas Sintia disappears beyond the door that continues outside. The three soldiers who followed him looked different from those who came to the clinic last night and did not even have a glimpse of the valet and Bergrette.

(... what is it, that guy...? It seemed strange.)

Migastine, who is always laughing, seemed to be really happy with his expression today.

"Wait a minute...!

As they disappear, it is Hefner who blushes with his pale face.

"You see, they're after you? What do you mean!? What do you mean, you refused the transfer?

"Ah... that would be a long time to explain."

There is nothing to stand up for in the hallway like this.

Together with Hefner, who originally intended to go for late breakfast, they decided to go to the cafeteria in the palace.

The large canteen in the corner of the ground floor was idle due to a slight time lag. The lack of popularity makes the spacious stone space even colder.

"Orchester...?!

Hearing about what happened yesterday, Hefner was surprised that his hands had stopped eating.

Since Iwago and Bergrette arrived after breakfast, they only ordered a cup of hot tea.

"Then they finally showed up and attacked Sabels... even our museums."

"Not sure yet, but we think on that premise."

"Damn, I didn't know that was happening anywhere I didn't know... However, it is toothless. I can't believe we can't go after the sinners right now."

Hefner, who had a painful look on his face, begged for remorse.

By the way, I heard the museum burned, Hefner, but he didn't know the flame was purple.

The world with the least TV and internet. The accuracy of human stories must be something like this.

"I wonder who they are. I'm a soldier, too, and I'm not going to shut up if you let me go like this...!

"Unfortunately, nothing we know about our enemies is equal to nothing. That's why we're now working to find out who it is."

In contrast to emotionally regrettable Hefner, Bergrette responded quietly.

"... by the way..."

And finally, add that assumption, which will be most important.

"I... am on the Badarnois side... and now inside the royal palace, the Orchester's palm is lurking."

Just as I did with Omzolf earlier, I will now tell the young soldier my guess.

Leave plenty of stuff for a few seconds.

"Oh, you're such an idiot!? More than that, there must be someone like that among us...!

Perhaps as a Badalnois human being, this reaction is natural.

"The history of that assumption is as explained earlier. And...."

"What else?

It was Bergrette who tended to lie down for a moment, but she immediately raised her face and said with strong eyes.

"If Lenore was part of the Orchester, it's no wonder there were others like him."

Nothing, it's not like there's only one lurking Orchester. There is a good chance that multiple assassins are involved.

"Besides... no wonder whoever the Orchester is... That's what I think."

That's what Bergrette said quietly. The thin icy "Ice Blue" eyes grasp Hefner's eyes.

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"Boo!? I'm definitely not! Impossible! I swore allegiance to Badarnois, to Cuarenae and to Emmanuel! Truly, to God the Creator! It's innocent!"

"You just said Emmanuelle, right?

"Ahhh! Oh, I swear to God Omzolf!

Bergrette broke his mouth in front of Hefner, who was more in a hurry in pursuit of the Street Guard.

"Fufu, I don't doubt Mr. Hefner."

"Oh, really...?

"It's true. No wonder whoever Orchester is… there are a few conditions that would apply to a suspicious person."

"Conditions...?"

"Yes, first of all, Orchester is a group that has done a thorough job of keeping information secret. At first, we didn't even know it existed."

Sabel and Julie, treasure hunters who have traveled across the continent, Edwin, who knows the social circumstances behind Raindeer, and Bergrette, who has often confronted villains as knight apprentices. Everyone said it was the first time they heard it.

However, Larutz and Gadgado, who have a past as outlaws, were once in actual contact with that dark organization.

They do exist. And then...

"Nobody knows, they're diving inside the country. Without such a falsehood, the Orchesters will have a robust hidden ability. But actually, I think it's a very difficult job to keep acting like a human being while hiding the fact that I'm a dark person."

"Yeah, I see... maybe so."

I'm not a thief, like a bandit, who lives by exposing his nature to himself. Face to face, he has the face of the people of Ichii, and uses it to keep no one from understanding.

"So, not only do you have a hard mouth, but you also have to be careful with your standing and behavior... and above all, you have a 'position' that you can't doubt. You can guess who the Enemy is."

"Mmm...."

"The purpose of the Orchester is unclear in the first place, but if you are planning to lure people into the center of the country to work in their own favor, you must still be someone with the 'power'."

"Power" in this case - financial power, power, influence including these, and force in the event of an incident. "Power" in every sense. It's not for ordinary soldiers or civilians.

For example, aristocracy, consul, non-commissioned officers, the magician of the embrace "Mage", top knights. If you are in this position, you may be able to steal funds and weapons, manipulate information, and snitch on royal affairs.

(Of course, I don't want to admit it...)

Lenore meets this condition. A royal casting magician (mage) from a prestigious noble family who specializes in acting alone.

(... when I think about it now, he was in a similar position...)

Not an Orchester, but a man named Detlev who once confronted the Guardians and the Gartilloude sisters.

This knight, with the face of an assassin behind his back and belonging to the Raindeer elite group "Silverrios", was also a "no way" for anyone who knew the truth.

From this point of view, it is extremely unlikely that Hefner, a general soldier and a local urban worker, will be an Orchester assassin. Working in Harschwart, far from the Imperial Capital, doesn't make much sense.

Of course, the possibilities are not zero. It seems like he's a nice guy. - Actually, it's a development.

But now we have to consolidate our assumptions and make them scaffolding, assuming that they are certain.

Hefner would have recognized that he was off the case, but his expression would sink darker than it would have been.

"But... if there's more... someone in my country... who's in a key position, through Orchester...? No, Mr. Bergrette. After all, is this some kind of mistake...?

"... I understand your feelings." There can be no such person in my country. "I can understand how painfully you feel when you think about it. But it's possible."

The Knight of the Girl tells the young soldiers of Badalnois the fearful opposite.

"Someone who is supposed to believe may be an 'enemy'. If you deny it head-on... if you overlook it, it could end tragically."

This is an example, but she puts it in front of her.

"... half a year ago, there was a killer who made a scene in the King's City of Raindeer. A friend of mine got his poison teeth and I was hunted down to danger. After retreating the assassins who attacked them one after the other and speculating... it was finally discovered that the killer was the knight who was supposed to keep the peace. For me, I've known him since I was a kid... and I never expected him to look like an enemy."

In contrast to the eye-catching Hefner.

She talks indifferently about what happened with Detlev.

"I had the ingredients to blame him beforehand. However, the assumption that it was' impossible 'stuck to my head clouded my eyes. If we had looked at things from a more objective perspective, we might have prevented the tragedy."

I've lost something. And they never come back. I don't suppose she still stepped on it beautifully. Remaining regrets seeped into the quiet narrative.

"We should assume all possibilities and look at our thoughts from an overhead perspective..... I think so."

When Bergrette shuts her mouth and faces down, the cafeteria, where only the goblins are, calms down.

In the meantime, Cashan and the armored spirit echoed. It was the sound of Hefner placing the fork.

Since the meal was completely stopped along the way, the soup is no longer hot.

"... that's right. Perhaps Bergrette is right."

Young soldiers in this country look bitter as if they were confessing their sins.

"As you may know... the ancestors of Badalnois were not good leaders."

I've also heard from Dr Rock. He put in place an easy immigration policy to recover from the unprecedented catastrophe of "The Embrace of Death", and imposed a burden on the people without restraint. He was the first person to escape during the "Ice Spirit Hunt".

"No people would have been disappointed in the king's betrayal. Of course, so am I."

There was a strong light in Hefner's eyes as he raised his face.

"Everyone in Badalnois must know by dying himself. The nobler is not necessarily a trustworthy existence...... no, I almost made the same mistake again."

Having slapped his cheeks with both hands, Hefner swallowed up a completely cold soup at once.

"Puhah...! Um, is there anything I can do? For Badarnois... if there's anything I can do for you...!

An expression of readiness. I guess I can't stand or be here anymore.

He is unreliable, but there is justice in this situation. With such a passion, he may have taken up these positions.

"Hmm, that's right... ah, well then"

So I decided to ask all the quick questions I remembered.

"Mr. Hefner. Don't you know anyone by the name of Goltel? Goltel Hadbar, I guess. I think he's a soldier in this royal capital."

"Goltel Hadbar...? That person is synchronizing with me....."

An unexpected connection was revealed, and the goblins watched.