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

"Oh, oh... what is this--"

As the young man entered the Great Hall, a spectacle of suspicious eyes spread.

Decorated with cold-colored curtains, tapestries, and carpets, this space is the entrance to the Palace of Ice Shell On. Filled with a majestic atmosphere, the place was supposed to be filled with civil servants and soldiers, and now it was filled with law guardians lying dead.

"Uuu..."

"...... kuu......"

Is that number roughly thirty or more? It seems like everyone can't wake up. If you look back, even though there is not even a single dead person - even if you go through the history of Badarnois in the past, there is no precedent for such a catastrophe in the palace.

(Oh... oh...)

I was expecting it. But --- the feeling of squeezing it in the chest of the young man who saw this sight came back. Of course, because it is the royal castle that is the center of its birthplace. You can't feel nothing after seeing your defenses crumble and collapse.

"Damn, damn...!"

His gaze met that of a young soldier who twisted his body like a wiggle.

While lying still lying down, he tried to stay in his posture, but he must have judged by looking at our outfit in a white dress.

"...... Are you an aristocrat?" Right now... there's an emergency in this palace... It's dangerous here. For a moment... evacuate this place... "

I care for you more than I do for myself. A well-trained soldier loyal to his duty.

"Oh, I don't mind if it's me..."

"Geez..."

And the young man that had returned his bow, and entered into the palace with his confused ass in his eyes, rushed to the place of the promise.

The atmosphere in the hallway, which resembles a depressed labyrinth, is no different than it was then. Occasionally, rushing footsteps and angry voices resounded from a distance.

Even in such an unusual situation, you often walk with a bit of nostalgia and get there.

― ― The location is in the middle of the first floor.

Beautiful nature garden with lots of greenery. Beautifully decorated giant columns soar at equal intervals.

In the middle of it was him.

A white, ornate, lightly armored male knight stands with his back to us. Is the apparent age in my late twenties? A tall, slender, beautiful young man who is characterized by wavy, wavy brown hair.

He raised his right hand and turned his palm upwards. Like a stage actor. Spinning words in a singing tone, in the light of the grace of the Day God poured from the glass ceiling.

"-You 're not going to change here, are you? back then."

The person turns around with the play. White Knight - Migasintia Elto Martiborg.

A young man in a gown, Greyfoot Martihawk, responded to him.

"Oh... that's right. Nothing has changed since I left the country."

"Fu, Kuku. But - Griff, you've changed." You're a complete grown-up, aren't you? "

"Mig, you're the one. You've really acquired the character and calmness of an aristocrat."... I'm so impressed. This place hasn't changed, but people are going to change. ”

Miga Sintia laughs and smiles at Greerfoot's sad words.

"Mmm, fufu. But... there's one thing that hasn't changed, Griff."

The White Knight spread his hands and lifted the edge of his mouth like he had waited.

"― ― It's between me and your power."

With those words at the beginning, a quiet cold air wrapped around the White Knight.

"Kuku... a few days ago, I was surprised when I received a report from my subordinates." "I saw someone like you in the tavern..." I turned down Cortwell's demon crusade and stayed in the palace to make sure it was true, but... that was the right answer. Like Svorun and the others, it's not enough to be quarantined from the north for a long time. "

Greerfoot knows all the details from Belgrette and the others.

It was said that only Miga Singhtia refused the hatred expedition and stayed in the palace, but nothing happened. It was because I sensed my presence.

"You're still free, Mig."... Let's make it right. You haven't changed a bit. It's just like it was then. "

Greefoot shook his head to the side. And all I ask is sadness.

"Mig, are you so 'scared of me'?"

"... Bufo! What? What did you just say?" Did you mishear it? "

"Because it is, isn't it?" Care about my existence and stay in the royal palace until you're ready to do your job. You were worried, weren't you? Whether or not I really came back. [M] It's the same as that time. When you tried to get rid of me to prove you were the strongest in the family. When I was a child, I was the closest thing to anyone, but as soon as I became known as the best flavor in history, you became cold to me... and... oh, sad. "

"Kuku, you're such a pussy, Griff. If you think about what you're going to say,

"Aren't you the pussy?" Mig, you're hiding your heart. With that face of [Happiness], you're just playing the spare. I'm pretending to be a clown, but I'm really filled with anxiety. I heard that you are now called the third most powerful person in Badarnois, right? ”

"... what do you want to say?"

"Deep down in your heart, you think you are the strongest." In reality, however, I am secretly relieved that I have not had the opportunity to interact with my allies, Svorun and Melty. Because there is no obvious black and white. Even if they call me "third", I am satisfied because I think I am the only one who can laugh and cheat. What do you mean this isn't a girl? It's sad. It's really sad ~ ~

"...... fufufufu. Is that what you said when you sent me the challenge to get rid of the humiliation?"

"Be honest, Mig." You're worried, aren't you? You're scared, aren't you? Sometimes you lose a rematch with me. It can fall to the fourth place. "

"Kuku, the crybaby boy often says. His mouth seemed to be the master. If I had been the coward you said I would have waited here. Alright, let's get on with the provocation. I'll make it clear to you. If you lose twice in a row, you won't be able to hit the big mouth, right?...... fufu, fufu, fuzzy fuzzy!"

Migasintia's cold air adds to the intensity of the color.

(...... Now, that's it)

Greyfoot nodded secretly in his heart.

This is all a plan.

This man, Miga Singhtia, is an element of uncertainty that can't predict what kind of action to take.

If this White Knight were to fall on Ohmzorf's side by mistake, the tide could tilt backwards.

A solution to prevent that.

If you are a member of the same [strange clan] who has a relationship in the past, you can certainly attract this man.

That's what Greerfoot proposed to Belgrette and the others and put it into action.

"Kuku, don't worry, Griff. The second defeat is over. I won't imitate the cruel taste of three defeats in a drifting rock. I'll give you guidance before you put your life on the line any longer."

An apparent rage that boils down to 'joy'. The operation was a great success.

(All that's left is whether I can win......)

It is a fact that I dare to provoke to ensure attraction, but I do not cover it.

Once upon a time, Greerfoot was defeated by Migasintia. And now he must be more powerful than he was then.

(Ahh... how sad... how sad... I might lose again...)

Like the confrontation of the day. Migasintia was right, if you lose twice, the disparity will be definitely fixed.

On the other hand, what would happen if we were able to win? Miga Singhtia will fall into the depths of despair, beaten by her own reality.

... no, I'll let my best friend be so sad about him.

If it's enough to make you feel [sad], then you can't help but think--

(Ugh...! Oh, my God!)

I'll be waiting.

Whether you win or lose, there is a sad reality.

In other words, no matter which way the battle falls,

(Ka, ka... ka, ka)

Greefoot was relieved of his power if he couldn't hold it down any longer.

No matter what happens, I'll make you sad.

That's great.

Bakkin, along with the white turtle, waited for it to arrive, which is revealed. You can describe it as growing.

Ice clumps resembling the legs of a giant spider, stretching out to ten. The shapes of the claws depicting the ku's characters are distorted, and the length of each claw reaches about two miles.

Migasintia's throat twitched as she saw it.

"Hmm, it's been a long time. It's bigger and more accurate than before." But... even if you rely on the same artistry, it won't reach me for long. "

Greefoot kicked the ground.

Use your legs, not your legs, but your legs that extend down from your back.

The distance between the two, which was thirty steps apart by the large strand, was reduced to zero immediately before, due to the speed that could not be realized by the human foot.

”Ka, ka, ka”

Leaning his body to the right, Greyfoot swings down four of the claws that extend from behind.

A single blow depicting a white trajectory - No, the four blows are blown by Migacintia's left arm, which hoisted unmistakably - a vortex of cold air blowing up like a geyser from underneath.

"Guu...!"

"Kuku, are you sad? That's right ~"

Migasintia's right palm was kneaded into the tip of his nose as he stepped on the hound's foot. The white haze converged to its center.



Firmly bowed, the radiation of cold air flying in a straight line beside him pushed right above the green foot. One of the entangled icy legs blows away in the easiest way. It spins and dances through the windowpane of the hallway separating the courtyard from the palace, scattering flamboyant sounds and fragments.

The icy tornado, which was overpowering and raging, also relentlessly swept away the garden trees and grasshoppers.

(---! The power of this... can't be compared to the past...!)

The ice claws broke my posture. Everything but the cold air that fills the field makes Greyfoot scared.

"You're 'sad' to lose." I win and 'rejoice'. From the perspective of our business, we are already winning and losing! "

The [Happiness] white knight's laughter echoed with a chilling roar that spirited into the courtyard of the elegant palace.