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

The time was just around 1: 00 p.m.

The location is a small canteen located in a residential area slightly uphill. This is where Larutz and Gadgado meet.

Apparently, when they arrived first, Yufu and Bergrette waited for them to arrive with their drinks in their mouths.

"... kushu"

There are thick clouds in the sky that resemble a draping curtain that can be seen from the window of the upstairs seating, but there is a slight clear view from between. The morning roughness was like a lie.

Hekuchi

Look out into the city on the other side, separated by a piece of glass, and see the people on the road. Many people are scooping at the snow left in the garden. I see, this imperial capital is still bustling regardless of the weather.

"Nh, giggle"

It's a kind of escort to look around in a neglected shop, but no one seems to be aware of us...

Occasionally, Bergrette has a male customer whose gaze is nailed, but that's usually the case.

Ha, Kushun

"Haha, are you okay, Mr. Belko?"

While laughing bitterly, Yugoku turned to the knight of the girl who was sneezing next door.

"Eh, yeah...."

The Bergrette nods weakly with a nasty face.

"Damn, I'll think about it later and push into it...."

"Ugh, I guess I can't help it...."

The full-bodied Bergrette squeezed her shoulders and rinsed away the warm tea.

--In the morning, immediately after the screams sounded, he jumped out of the clinic.

When I spoke to the nearby inhabitants who were halfway there, as Bergrette had predicted, a person fell into the gutter. In addition, it turns out that it is not an elderly child, and the situation has become more serious.

A cold water stream that easily pushes even large snow chunks. If there is a person there - and the child falls - then everyone must imagine the worst possible end.

Having heard from the townspeople how the water would flow and where it would go, Bergrette jumped into the channel precisely ahead. As a result, we succeeded in successfully raising the child with gliding using the reverse spray of the chanting magic "Oracle".

The residents applauded and their parents thanked them for the momentum.

"Kuchun!

Regardless of how she was the user of the water attribute, it was inevitable that she would be rescued under the ice and exposed to freezing torrents.

"Ugh... Hah... giggle"

Vergrette has a quick head rotation and is intelligent, but he often pretends to behave. Especially if it's for someone.

(Sure, no one else could do anything but Belle in that situation.....)

The boy thinks that such an intuitive part must also be attractive as a girl knight.

Keep warm ~

"Nh... I'll be careful not to catch a cold..."

Now that you may have an unexpected attack on your enemies, you can't fall asleep without losing your physical condition.

"... it's too late for that, Larutz and Gadgard..."

I took out my pocket watch and it was already about twenty minutes past my promise. The weather is not rough either. There shouldn't be any delay in the snow.

…………

There was also one case of Edwin and Sabel, and the poor imagination of whether or not to respond sparked my head.

(He said he was going to ask about Orchester... but he didn't go too far...)

While drinking tea in a restless atmosphere, the bell rings to announce the calan and visitors. Reflectively looking into the entrance door,

"Oh, there you are. Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Lugo's brother! Ah, so is Bergrette! Long time no see! How are you!?

It was Larutz, the silent brother, and Gadgado, the noisy son.

Looks like Larutz is worried about his back faster than the rush guard who tried to open his mouth while they were safe.

"Actually, I have another one with me. I was a little late while I was doing something."

Then, the person arrived in the store late for Larutz's group.

Are you over twenty years old? Beautiful man with a cool atmosphere and no complaints. Red-brown hair stretches to the shoulders and features shaped grey eyes covered with long eyelashes. Its neutral appearance is like a handicraft made by God. I had the impression that if I was introduced to a popular bard by a woman, I wouldn't have to watch the performance to be convinced.

But of course you're not a musician. is wearing a long black cape over a leather chest. Typical, traveler samples.

The costume of an unassuming adventurer doesn't reveal its beauty. Everything looks good if you look good.

The "box that explodes when good-looking people enter" dreamed of by elementary school guards, it can be said that it must be pushed into it.

(Who is it...?

Naturally, it is an unfamiliar opponent for defense.

Are you one of Raltz's people? Do you know anything about Orchester by bringing him here?

Before such a mysterious young beauty introduces himself,

"Ah, you...."

The astonishment unexpectedly came from Bergrette, who was sitting opposite him.

"Hmm? What do you know, Belle?

She stunned with her eyes open as she glanced at the thin ice blue.

"... the King of Shooting Down... Greefoot Martihawk..."

I don't know the name of the person as a street guard. Even if I have heard it before, I have completely forgotten it. However, I was familiar with the alias.

"Shooting down the King... perhaps it's a heavenly bombardment banquet?

Bergrette nodded with a slightly stunned look.

A martial arts festival of the referee witchcraft shrine that used to be attended by evangelical guardians.

The so-called Battle Royal, which will crush each other until the last one decides - is a succinct and harsh stage, but the event has various rewards besides winning. He earned the First Destruction, which was given to those who defeated the enemy the earliest after the start.

"Shooting down the King" is a word that reads.

A title awarded to those who defeated the most enemies in the Magic Forest, where the hundred warrior alchemists, Mages, conjured up.

"I've heard so much about it... only Mr. Greenfoot has won the King of Shooting Down more than twice in the past. I heard you were awarded this time too."

Nearly twenty participants were defeated, but the King of Shooting Down was not awarded. This means that this greenfoot was beating more opponents.

Looking at the content, it seems that strong men with militant and overwhelming power, such as Dino and Enrocak, deserve an award.

(Such a thin handsome brother...?

It has a very calm atmosphere, and I have the impression that even the bard is doing it in the corner of a small tavern. I don't think he's going to make such a rough fight.

The greenfoot leaks a "ooh" and a little breath.

"Thank you. It's an honor to have that Predileke slayer remembered..."

"Ah, no. I apologize for your disrespect. My name is Bergrette Fiz Gertilude."

They thanked each other politely. Bergrette was obvious because he was aristocratic, but there was also a strange elegance in this greenfoot. It may be a handsome correction.

The gray eyes of such a beautiful man are then turned toward the goddess.

"Lord Lugo Aliumi... I've seen it, the last ride with that Daigos Akelon... It was so hot... it was a famous battle in the history of the heavenly bombardment banquet that I couldn't help but roll when I was born a man."

"Ah, no. Whatever...."

He is a boy who is illuminated when praised for his face.

Wow, let's just sit down for now.

And Raltz, who came with that, sat down, and the gods ordered meals for them here.

"You two knew Mr. Greenfoot..."

To Bergrette's unexpected tone, my brother answers "no" shortly while taking out the cigarette.

"I've known Greenfoot unilaterally since before, and it was this heavenly bombardment banquet that made me look familiar. I was asleep, so I don't know about it, but the camellia jumped out of the woods and made a scene, right? So Gadgard was there when the people outside were leading the audience into evacuation."

"Hey, I was with Greenfoot's husband, and I was taking the women and children who were running late to safety."

It seems that he became close to it.

"So, yesterday? Just after we broke up with Lugo... we'll meet again outside."

"Ah... so you didn't come to Badalnois with me?"

In the words of the godfather, each of the three men returns the affirmative manners. It was a coincidence.

"... ahn, my liver just chilled. Anyway, just after I was talking about Orchester, this greenfoot came from behind...."

"I was surprised. [M] I saw you by accident, but you gave me the name of Orchester."

The air in the mild place tightens slightly when the words are clipped.

"Mr. Greenfoot... do you know anything about Orchester?

The question of Bergrette, who is rapidly cutting into it.

"I don't know..."

The beautiful young man monologues with a sad face for some reason.

"The clandestine organization behind this continent," he said. It is said that there is a presence that stretches its roots to the center of each country. He said that he has state-of-the-art equipment manufacturing technology. He said that he has a group of the most powerful chanter, Mage, who will become the exterminating unit, Ostinato. Said, it belongs to a human with unrivalled special powers... Wait, if you've been involved in "back" work, it's no wonder you've heard so much rumor. Anyone who knows, the story of Yota who doesn't love others... I also heard anecdotes like ghost stores about work patterns. "

It was that Greenfoot, who spoke smoothly like a bard, continued as if nothing had happened.

"As a matter of fact, I remember working with someone who looked like a member of the Orchester a little while after the Feast of Armageddon."

Huh!? Perfectly astonished by his breath is the Guardian and Bergrette.

"No, you teamed up..."

It was a kind of personal protection that was obvious to me.

"Well, wait, Lugo, just listen to me for the last time."

Greefoot continued, prompted by Larutz, who broke into pieces.

"Let's talk about autumn earlier... A small town on the northern border of Lefe.... So I took on a convoy escort. About a dozen of the mercenaries and adventurers my client recruited... among them was" him. "

Ages range from around thirty to forty. She said she had short, upside-down gray hair, a scratch on her face, and a big knife on her waist that caught her eye. A gorgeous big man with a wild rental atmosphere and atmosphere, no wonder he's a mercenary.

"I remember wandering... but I do think it was named Dega."

The deception was said to have been the result of a bandit raid along the way.

"The bandits were ambushed off the street. The number of people standing in the way of obstruction is about the same as this one. It was a little strange in itself."

"What's weird?"

As a street guard, very common (?) Looks like a serious raid.

It was Larutz who mentioned it.

"There are two main strange points. First of all, the number of bandits is too small. The purpose of bandits is, in principle, to loot unilaterally from the weak. It's not about fighting and winning. I can't believe we're doing this to ourselves. So basically, we're only targeting the weak, the irresistible. If they had about ten men and the same number of caravan guards... it would be" combat "instead of" looting "."

I used to belong to the bandits, and Raltz's story was full of real feelings.

"Ah, I see. By the way, if we're dealing with ten guards, how many do the bandits want?

The former bandit man shook his hand in response to an intriguing question.

"If it's just a few people, it could be triple. Normally, if you have ten opponents, you won't be attacked. Find your next prey. If you want to get mixed up in the guards with the skilled chanter" Mage ", you have to go back on the damage. If we're going to attack, we need to prepare ourselves, trap ourselves... and prepare ourselves for the will.... that's where I hit the second strange point."

He raised his fingers like a piece sign and raised his eyebrows tightly.

"That's what they're saying: 'I showed myself to be an idiot.' Like I said, bandits aren't about fighting. Normally, you hide in the shade, shoot an arrow and you get caught in a trap. That was the surprise of the heavenly bombardment banquet. What are you going to do about it? You showed up and stood in front of me. For a few civilians, not to mention an escorted caravan."

It is Greenfoot who nods with sorrow.

"Yes, even with me, those two points immediately came to mind as questions that didn't first come to mind. And..."

A man who thought he was a bandit said he had plenty of room to talk about it.

Leave your luggage. Then I'll save your life. "

In front of ten escorts of mercenaries and adventurers. I didn't seem to be timid.

And Greenfoot talked about the decisive situation.

"In that case, a few of the bandits took out something like a small cylinder... and turned their tip towards us. Lift straight and horizontally like this... and aim."

The Guardian and Bergrette's surprises synchronize. The flow of the story makes it easy to imagine what it was that the thief brought out.

Handshot...

Larutz roared at the low grunt.

"If you get used to it a little bit, you can easily hit anyone at close range. They went all the way out in front of the escort to get close enough to make sure they could shoot... and then they had the intention of alarming them."

Exactly, and Greenfoot agreed.

"In fact, the guards were all laughing uniformly. What does banditry mean, and what does it mean to do with that strange toy? At that time... no one, including me, would have put the bandits at risk.... except for 'him'."

Shortly afterwards, a dry gunshot rang.

The chanter "Mage" and the mortal. A sound that easily flips the absolute power relationships that are not meant to be covered, disrupting the order of the world.

The guards shot by the handshot were supposed to collapse without knowing what happened.

"Degga's aggressive deployment prevented the weapon from being fired.... but at that moment... everyone but Mr. Degga couldn't understand the situation and was rigid."

The guards, including Greenfoot, said, "What happened?" The bandits said, "Why did you react?"

Regardless, the bandits were destroyed on the occasion of Dega's counterattack, which quickly struck back. As for the handshots, they were handed over to Lefe's soldiers.

(Did you prevent the shooting...)

I've heard that Duen, the most powerful referee, and even Dino, the "Penta", were shot in the first sight. It was the knowledge of Yufu himself, but he confronted and sweated cold.

Besides, being able to defeat them instantly and intact means that it is highly likely that the man knew the handshot originally.

It is also possible to assume that people on the manufacturing side knew the strange murder weapon, not even the mercenaries who had fought it many times, rather than thinking that they had confronted it many times.

"After that, I went on a dangerous path, so I saw the power many times... Mr. Degga was quite a user. For anything in the flow, it's a little off the digit."

"That's enough because you're telling me. But you didn't recognize the name Dega, did you?

Greefoot nods "yes" to Larutz's question.

"Probably a pseudonym.... it's a sad story... because there are not many people who are working under the cover of their original names due to unwelcome circumstances..."

The young beauty murmured with a sad face.

"I was more interested in him... shortly after I finished my job."

The Shooter King flies the timeline of the conversation back into the past, as if he had regained his mind.

Green Foot Martihawk, who has a lot of work to do with boulders. Celebrities are different. Thanks to this, it was much easier than I expected. "

Please be modest. Sadly, I have done little. Thanks to someone else. "

Hahaha! Well then, let's do it together.... by the way, what are your next plans? If you're free, why don't you come with me?

"Is there... a good case?

"Hmm? Oh, no... not really. I can't tell you the details, but...

"Damn, it stinks. I can't tell you the details when I ask you to."

It is Larutz who makes a mess in the middle of the story.

"I've been standing in this neighborhood for years... I didn't mean to be so popular as to receive two replies to everything, so I returned that it depends on the content."

"... who's going to be a dega?

In response to Bergrette's urging, Greenfoot's expression became complicated and unspeakable.

"Do you really think God is watching over us?

"... what do you mean?

"For example... oh, for example. Inverenus the god of day and Ish Marni the goddess of night, who are always watching us from that sky. If you say," That's not really God or anything, "do you believe that?

Again, I was surprised at Bergrette.

But now the direction is completely different.

"Ah, what a punishment...!

In this world of grimclouds, is it a natural reaction that should also be called a sample? A girl knight who is twice as devout as herself - no, more angry with the sword,

(... is that really... you realize that the Sun and the Moon...?

The atheist boy from modern Japan wondered if he had reached that understanding.

In the first place. How did we come to think, "God is watching me unconditionally?" Is it natural to do so, because it created us? No, no, there are so many rotten parents who abandon their children. Instead, aren't you arrogant that you deserve to watch over them?

"... that's an interesting point of view."

Hahaha! Yep, I thought you wouldn't be angry. I can't really talk to serious people, because I can't talk to them. "

What I heard next to Yufu was a huge, disgruntled snort.

(... haha... Beleko-san, you're angry...)

The willow eyebrows still draw a gradient, and the eyes that tend to hang are more sharp than usual.

"Whoa, whoa. I'm sorry, Mr. Bergrette... I didn't expect to be so angry....."

Bergrette shook his mask at Greenfoot, who apologized in a hurry.

"No, no. It's not about Mr. Greenfoot... I'm sorry I broke your back. Please continue."

Yes... and a beautiful young man with a wet throat turns to the past again.

"But... if God really wasn't watching us... that would be sad."

"... sad, maybe I'm done."

From Dega's face, the browned atmosphere disappeared.

This world is about to be wrapped in darkness. Darkness is not a vague analogy often proclaimed by fortunetellers. It's as dark as it sounds. It's darker than the night... and if it's swallowed, it's going to be crushed and nothing's going to happen. It's so dark. Maybe it's the Lord of the Underworld or something. "

So, a smile returned to the man's face.

If God doesn't help us, we have to do something ourselves. We're looking for powerful men to fight that darkness. "

"... what is this" darkness "? What exactly is it?

I don't know. It's just that my magician saw it. Something so big black that you can't see the full picture is trying to... swallow us up on this earth. We're almost there. Looks like we still have some time off. The magician's power is not trustworthy, nor is he a liar. "

"... the darkness is wider than night...? Hmm... if God is absent, is there a technique for doing such a thing to the Son of Man?

So the man gazing at Greenfoot's eyes burst into flattery.

Nah, nah! Hahaha! What the hell did you believe in?

"... yes?

It's a fabrication, a fabrication story. I left it to the momentum of alcohol. I've lost sight of your offer because you'll fit in. [M] I had a tedious conversation. Whoa, forget it.

"... no. That was an interesting story. I'd love to hear more about it."

Silence often falls. The mercenary man murmured as he looked out the window.

I'm going to do a little work in Badalnois this winter. I want to make up with you again when I get married. "

― ― That was Greefoot's summary.

Hmm, Belgrette nodded small with her thoughtful face.

"So, when did Mr. Greenfoot come to Badalnois..."

Young beauty accepts quietly.

"Of course, I don't believe in his" Yota Tale "from 1 to 10. But... he deliberately cut off the conversation because he didn't think I'd take it seriously. Sadly. And..."

There are a number of suspicions that come to mind now.

Adapted to a handshot, an unknown weapon for most people, and cut through intact. If you are the person on the side you are building, it is no wonder that you can deal with it perfectly.

There was a verse that made people think they were working while deceiving their names and hiding their identity. There are rumors that the organization involves people from unexpected positions and positions.

The existence of a companion who "saw" the darkness. There is also information that members have surgeons with unusual abilities.

"It's just skepticism. But... now that we've sorted them out, it was easy to imagine. I wonder if he belonged to Orchester..."

Ma, fuck me.

Larutz, who exhales cigarettes,

"Hmm!? No, I didn't! It's not me, brother!

The child Gadgado waves his short hands in a hurry.

"Damn, that's not what I meant, fart boy. Anyway, I can't deny that he's someone else in red who has nothing to do with them. But I don't think it's enough to be suspicious just because I took a handshot."

(Certainly....)

I also wholeheartedly agreed to this.

That weapon, which can only be regarded as a pistol, is a substitute that even strong men like Dino and Duen could not prevent at first sight. If they can't do it, it must be impossible for any other chanter, Mage.

(For example, I've fought with someone with a handshot several times and it's unlikely that I'm used to it....)

The man said he looked like a skilled mercenary.

However, no matter how experienced the Rigidbody is, it is hard to imagine that there was an opportunity to take a number of steps that could perfectly address the low prevalence of handshots.

In addition, in this case, there were several enemies in possession of the handshot. It is not a situation where luck or coincidence can cut through.

Edwin knew the handshot from the story. Still, the confrontation resulted in that serious injury. As a godsend, I think that even with life.

No matter how powerful the chanter, Mage, deep knowledge and experience are indispensable to beat the murder weapon.

(Anyway, he had 'it'....)

A weapon of that strange shape that is barely out there. The weapon that Orchester made was so strong that it was unharmed.

"... Mr. Greenfoot..."

The little murmur came from the next seat.

Bergrette, with her fingers on the tip of her chin, asked quietly.

"Does Mr. Greenfoot intend to make contact with that person, Degga?

Now, everyone's gaze gathers around beautiful young people.

(That's right. What was I thinking about going through, but this guy....)

He came to this country relying on the words left behind by the suspect. At this time of year, even the carriage lords want to avoid Badalnois in winter.

So, what exactly did you intend to do when you came? Weren't you going to take the story?

"I didn't make a clear promise, so I don't know where he is or what he's doing.... I'm just curious."

The young man quietly monologues with a voice of grief.

"What is he going to do in this country where I was born and raised..."

Silence is for a moment. Larutz, whose eyes were rounded, exhaled a surprise along with the cigarette smoke.

"I don't know him. You were born in Badalnois."

"Hmm...."

"That's right..."

Bergrette also glanced at the appearance.

"I wonder if it's been seven years since I've been back like this... The amount of snow, the bad weather, the crowding of the Imperial Capital... is the same as when I knew it. ― ― But…

Putting aside a beat, he pointed out the anomaly.

"When I visited, my eyebrows fell off early in the immigration process. Until I checked the border, I was checking the carriage to get in and out....."

"Oh, that's crazy. I thought it was something."

Larutz rose his shoulders and agreed.

"Me and me! I was surprised that I did something wrong."

Gadgado will follow.

This is also the case with the godfathers who were invited to Oomzolf. Still, Hefner, a regular soldier, was with him, so he was able to get through relatively quickly.

(When I checked Julie's name, I thought Julie was tingling...)

In other words, Julie and Edwin were treated as miscellaneous.

Greefoot mentions it alongside a bitter smile as he remembers it.

"I gathered information at a nearby tavern and found out. Lenore Schne-Growthwitz."

The only person who noticed the faint shaking of Bergrette's eyes was the Shifu. The Knight Girl must have pushed and killed all kinds of thoughts.

"Mr. Greenfoot... do you know her?

"Just knowing my first name doesn't make me acquainted... I have heard that he was young and worked as a very good court chanter (mage).... Ah, I've heard from Mr. Larutz about all the other details."

That Lenore is now enrolled in the same college as Bergrette. You are currently on the run with Mertina. And then he turned out to be part of the Orchester.

Wait, Greenfoot seemed to know exactly what was going on.

"I wonder if this series of noises is what Mr Degga said about 'one job'... Regardless, Badalnois is a small country, but it is wide enough to search for people. It won't be easy to find them."

Larutz took over.

That's why you're the bridge.

"Bridging?"

Um, he proposes to return the shield.

"We'll tell you what we bought from other bounty hunters. Tell us what you heard from the soldiers. Match both pieces of information and narrow down where Lenore and Mertina are. What do you think?"

As it stands, mercenaries and adventurers who have come to this country for thousands of dollars are naturally on their own.

The Badalnois soldiers are also arranging for Lenore, but they are basically looking for him on their own.

Both sides have no relationship with each other, of course.

However, there may be powerful clues that only one of them possesses. If they can be consolidated and aggregated, there is ample potential to lead to significant progress.

"Well, if you do that, you'll be saved... right? Bellezi"

"Nh... yeah, that's right..."

In response, Larutz nodded, "It's settled."

"Lugo... as I said the other day, I owe you my help.... I don't mean to, but if I think I'm in danger, I'll get lost and run. I'm sorry, but I'm a coward."

"You don't have to worry about borrowing. Thank you."

"...... kk"

Ralph turned his back on the side of the road when Yufu honestly thanked him.

Gadgado, who had been listening so much, laughed with a smile.

"Lugo's brother Lee, I'll just let you shine, so this one... fits!

My brother's fist bone struck the sky without putting it in his hair, making him tearful.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Greenfoot. I have one question for you."

It was Bergrette who raised her voice as I thought.

"To me? What is it?

"No, the story is completely different... I was from Badalnois, so I wanted to ask you a few questions. It's about snowdrifts."

"Snowflakes, waterways? Fufu, it's unusual for the rest of us, right?

"Yeah... it was a mechanism I'd never seen or heard of until I came to this country. Does that runway operate on the same scale in cities other than Imperial Capital? Should it be so deep and wide that people can fit in..."

"Hmm... well, I don't think anything will change. Because of its size... every year, accidents happen frequently when someone falls and leaks. Sadly."

I just faced that moment this morning. And Bergrette jumped in and saved a little life.

(Belle, why are you asking me that now?)

Thank you for waiting.

As I listened to those chats, everyone's favorite dishes were brought in one by one.

"Hehe, I've been waiting! My stomach and back are starting to stick together!

Gadgado is angry with himself, but his body shape, like a barrel, must be unrelated to that phenomenon.

With such thoughts in mind, the sight can be seen in the eyes of the goddess who starts eating.

…… Mr. Greenfoot, what's the matter?

Young beauty looked down on the lamb steak placed in front of him and somehow did not try to hold his hand.

"... uhh... that's sad..."

"Sad? Sad? What, what!?

The goddess and Bergrette were all glued.

A large tear overflowed Greenfoot's eyes, which suddenly twisted his face.

"G, Mr. Greenfoot!? Where are you going!?

It was Ralph who answered the question, not the one who leaked his swallow, but the one who chewed the meat next to him.

"Ah... don't worry about it. It's like a greenfoot habit."

"Habits!?

I wonder what kind of habit it is, next to the goddess, for some reason Bergrette roared convincingly, "Ah..." The boy doesn't understand what he was looking at.

"... in this shape... you're still a lamb, but you can only eat like this...? What's your life... no, sheep raw? Oh, what a sad thing... I swear. I promise the Creator that your flesh and blood will feed this Greefoot Martihawk."

With a mysterious proclamation, she began to carry meat to her mouth with a tearful face.

(No, seriously what...?

A sudden change you can't imagine from a calm place you've lived. Anyway, if you're crazy enough to look at it, it's a remarkable anomaly because of its brilliant appearance.

But Larutz and Gadgado, sitting beside each other, enjoy their own cuisine without moving winds.

(Are you crazy about me...?

Izumo was simply stunned and could only see the dining landscape.