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

"Hmm... it's coming out... is that good?

As he walks through the corridors of the cold and dark palace, the goblin scratches his head.

Somehow, we still haven't been able to talk to Omzolf about Sabel's recovery or his suspicions that Migasinthitia is suspicious.

"I can't help it. We'll have another chance. And...."

Bergrette lurks as she gazes around.

"I can't tell you anything more about Sabel... about 'Mr' than about his speculation."

"But, damn it, it's suspicious. It's almost certain."

One of the Snowstorm White Knights Glasella Duela... Migasinthia could be Black. I don't know how to grab that tail anymore... I'm sure we're at that point.

"I can't just decide 'suspicious'. We don't have any solid evidence."

"Well, maybe so...."

Bergrette's sharpness and reasoning are now divine, but I think it's too cautious.

"We're... we're in the middle of something."

"Crossing a line?"

The analogy, of course. But now, the pin and the impervious shield move the eyebrows.

"I'm walking on an unreliable scaffold towards the opposite shore, where I don't even know if it will reach me. You may be able to rush through at once. But... if you step a little wrong, you'll be right upside down."

You can choose Migasinthitier as your informant and report him to Oomzolf. But if it's not...

The Guardians have been invited to contribute nothing so far. Here, a member of Badalnois's elite squad shouted suspiciously, if that's not the case....

(I can't use it anymore... I don't think it's funny that a Badarnoise stabbed me with nothing to do with Orchester.....)

It also involves the honor of Omzolf, who called such "incompetence".

"Well, that's it. The announcement of the priest of Omzolf is how the Migas Sintia works."

"That's right...."

Nevertheless, if you think about it carefully, it would be suspicious to oppose it openly.

Then once you agree, you may go underwater and leak information to the Orchester...

Should we wait for Hefner's findings instead of hurrying?

"... hah, it's so annoying that there's even a lot of investigation and waiting. Belle, what are you going to do today?

"That's right... we need to take care of Edwin..."

Turning around the corner of a slightly narrow hallway while having such a conversation, there was a figure coming from the face to face.

Will I be around fifty years old? A sophisticated woman wearing a black robe. The hair that stretched to the chest was golden. As soon as he was dressed, he was illuminated by a candlestick in a dim hallway, as if he were a fairy tale witch.

(Oops....)

Both the guardian and Bergrette approached the corner of their minds as they crossed the lady. Because she was carrying her luggage in both hands.

He piles up many thick books and carries them in a heavy manner. I paved the way so as not to get in the way of the passage.

The woman who noticed slightly lowered her head.

The gods gently returned the pardon and passed away.

... but Bergrette looks back at the woman carrying the book.

Somehow it's been a long time. I was able to sense that Iwasaki would take the girl knight's heart now.

(Ah... it looks terrible, and I wonder if I should help you... with this face. Definitely)

It was just after I thought about it.

"Ahh...!

At the same time as the faint screams of the woman, the top book slipped down to the floor, making a loud bang sound.

"Oh, I've already done it...."

She succumbed to pick it up, but several other books fell on the applause one after another.

"Ahh, it's already... oh my..."

After all, the result was to scatter most books under her feet, and the woman dropped her shoulders visibly.

... and still, it's not Bergrette who ignores the sight.

"Um, are you okay?

Quickly stop by and start helping to pick up the book.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you very much."

The knight smiled back at the woman who looked as sorry as she said.

(Damn, Belle is as popular as ever...)

We have enemies inside this palace. It's not like she's taking care of someone else, but she seems to be an honorable student.

"... uh, there's one over here too."

In the end, I picked up a book that had fallen into the blind spot between the two.

"Oh, thank you."

A woman breaks a slightly wrinkled face and takes it politely.

(... it's as thick as a dictionary, anyway...)

There are no letters or pictures on the cover, and I don't know what book it is at first glance. Hardcover style, it seems to have tenderly exceeded a thousand pages. It must be a lot of hard work to carry many books like this with a woman's skinny arm.

Bergrette seems to have thought the same thing.

"Um, how far are these? If you don't mind, I will ship it to you."

That's how I propose.

Oh no! I can't let you do that.... "

Are women's reactions to this as expected?

There is no choice but to enter a reckless battle here, so Izushi also speaks out.

"It's so heavy, if I drop it on my feet, it'll be hard. Don't worry about us. We'll help you."

I offered to force it in the middle of the day,

"No, but... I..."

Women are pretty stubborn, too.

"It's too late to get injured. Leave it to me. I'm free anyway."

I am conscious of the fact that I am completely at the mercy of Yufu himself. It's like an occupational disease as a guerrilla soldier, something I never thought of before I came to Grimclaws.... I used to be a modern kid who wasn't more interested in other people.

I finally thought about it, or the women were weak enough to accept it.

"I'm sorry, but I'll just sweeten your words...."

I can carry all of them with me, but I'll share them with Bergrette because I can help.

"Um, how far do you take it?

To the boy asking for the destination, the woman said sorry again.

Yes, this is my room.

"Oh, I'm sorry, thank you very much. Now, please stay here."

Arrive in the room and stack the books on the indicated roundtable.

The interior was modestly dressed and had the impression that it was not very different from the guestrooms addressed to the gods in this palace.

(Hey, that room was just the first night after all.....)

The luggage has already been transferred to the clinic. You won't be staying in the future, at least until the Orchester issue is resolved.

"Well, here we go."

"Excuse me."

So, the guardians who tried to leave the room,

"Ah, wait a minute, both of you."

A woman with both hands raised her voice.

"Please let me at least thank you for a cup of tea. Sasa, sit down in that chair. Don't hesitate."

"Huh? Uh..."

Soon after she replied, the woman retreated into the back of the room.

"... oh. What should we do, Mr. Bell?"

Uh-huh.

I can also draw attention to the forced return.

Standing unattended, a woman came back with a tray full of pots and cups.

"Here you go. Please sit down."

She nodded bitterly, leaving her judgment to her, as the godfather turned to Bergrette.

"Thank you very much. Now, let me sweeten your words a bit....."

The other person is completely concerned about it. It is bad to refuse, and there is no reason to refuse so much.

(I don't suppose this person is an enemy assassin... hey...?

It's not his Bergrette, but it's his idea that no one doubts him. I just happened to face each other, and if such a nice old woman was "black", she would no longer be a human mistrust.

And even if they were enemies, this Badalnois would never be poisoned. In other words, drinking tea won't kill you.

Sit side-by-side in the recommended chair and watch the owner of the room prepare for the finishing touches.

(I wonder what kind of person this person is... Engage with a servant)

I imagine you are noble because you have a fine figure and a room in the palace.

However, I'm low for that.

I was too polite to thank the godfathers who clearly knew they were redundant for carrying the books.

(If you look at him in Svorne, it's even more...)

and so on.

"You two aren't from... Badalnois, are you?

A question flew in from the other side.

"Yes, we are Raindeers. This time, I came to this place at the invitation of Omzolf."

Some factions do not know the Guardians well.

Perhaps in light of the circumstances I learned the other day, Bergrette briefly revealed her identity and position.

... but...

…… ... yes, Rain, Deal... Omzolf... to the priest of worship.... I see, you're the customer who was invited. "

……

I wonder what it is. Like biting every word. A rebellion as if you could tell yourself.

"Raindell is... quite far away, isn't he? Even though you're still young, even in this snowy country....."

That's right. Well, there are so many things.... "

The go-go replies, but the woman tends to lie down a little and prepare tea. On the other hand, it seemed like talking to myself.

For a while, only the sound of the tea ware touching the spoon fills the room.

(I wonder what. I suddenly lost my energy....)

The smell of black tea seems to have disappeared.

"... thank you for waiting. Here you go. Enjoy."

Each of the gods receives a cup of gratitude and carries it to his mouth after the greeting.

Speaking of the main woman in the room, she seemed strangely restless for some reason.

"Um, you guys...."

Somewhat, she murmured as if she had decided.

"Yes"

I wonder if it was ten seconds since Bergrette answered as she placed the cup.

"Do you know this school in Raindeer called Middle College?

The name that popped out of a woman's mouth. Yufu was surprised inside, but Bergrette nodded with an immobile smile.

"Yes, I am enrolled as a student at the Middle College"

Well, the stripped woman covered her mouth with her hands like a climax.

…… No... this guy's reaction just now... maybe)

No way, the question that came to mind behind the shield. Bergrette must have felt it sooner. Throw the question.

"... um, excuse me... if I was wrong, I'm sorry. Aren't you... Lenin Schlier Grousewitz...?

She was a faintly breathing woman, but she looked like she had an idea.

"... yeah, I'm sorry. Excuse me for asking about you guys while you were digging for leaves. My name is... Lenin Schlier Grousewitz.... fufu, you still know my name."

The bounty neck Lenore is now being chased by the country. That mother.

Everyone in Badalnois - even adventurers and mercenaries from outside - knows a name that's not strange.

Because they are the parents of the great sinners of the century.

And that's what Lenin thought.

After correctly understanding them, a girl named Bergrette can speak with a steadfast face and voice.

"Yes, I'm sorry I'm late. I am Bergrette Fiz Gartilloude… and I am a quasi-Royal Guard at Raindell. At Middle College, you and your daughter become classmates. With all due respect, I consider her to be my best friend. Ever and ever."

"Parents,... friends"

"This is Lugo Aliumi, a guerrilla soldier. One of my friends is helping me prove Lenore's innocence."

Introduced by Bergrette, the boy nods forcefully.

"That's right... that's right."

Lenin faintly clogs her voice and attaches her fingertips to the beginning of her eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm a little... surprised."

It won't be impossible. I didn't think you'd be named a friend of your daughter's by an exotic person in the palace.

The gods waited quietly for Lenin's disturbance to subside, sipping tea.