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

"Wait a minute, Monotra. Look, slow down."

"... oh, I guess it's easy when I'm done with it, the holy ritual [Parezza]"

"I guess. If this happens, it'll be too obvious to butcher him right now... I'll have to change my schedule." Maybe I can use it later if I leave this dunghead half-killed. "

"...... and say so easily?"

"You can use it to neutralize Rugo and Bell." I'll use his body as a shield. "

Oh, I see. That's easy, too.

In my mind, it was a mistake.

That day, I found myself on Mutti's proposal.

That mad dog, Edvin Gaul, should have definitely stabbed him here--

(Damn...... leek, ahhhhhhhhh!)

With bloodshot eyes, I looked down at the cloudy sky.

Monotra Giln was rolling on the snow with the big letter 'like one day'.

The location was right beside Ice Flower Palace [Palace Shell On]. The circular roof of the palace is faintly reflected in one corner of the view. The helm I was wearing was shocked and I took it off and flew somewhere.

(Shit, shit, shit...!)

Blown up by a tornado, falling from a height, crashing into the frozen surface.

If he was alive, he was definitely dead.

But this is how we live thanks to Septius.

(Still...... I'm going to win...... I'm going to fuck you all up......!)

These modern types, including Septius Leehilde, have a healing mechanism called Stim Vapor. Although only once, it was possible to treat the wearer by circulating a special fog inside.

However, incorporating the effects of Arciregna was a first aid measure that focused more on pain than recovery, but it would be enough to be able to move the limbs in an emergency.

”...... ghh, ghh”

Monotra poured all her nerves into moving her trembling right hand and pushed in the activation button on the Stim Vapor that was provided on her chest.

The method of claim 1, wherein the method further

(Gu... nnn, what... why don't you start it...!?)

I pressed it repeatedly, but it didn't spray the fog.

……

If I move my gaze and confirm, I will notice that there is a large crack in the Septius that surrounds me.

(This is......)

A deep groove that runs in all directions like a crack in the ground, starting from the left shoulder mouth. The wounds inflicted by Belgrette's black longsword spread sharply from the impact of the fall. The extent of the damage was obvious at a glance.

Destruction, a tragedy to be called.

(Are you out of order...? They noticed this feature... did they aim this far at me...? No kidding...! Get out, get out! Come on, come on, come on, come on!

And the wrath of his resentment came into heaven.

After repeatedly hitting the button like a madman, the fog finally bursts out modestly.

(Alright... alright...!)

The motion is not very dull, and the greenish mist leaks out from the crack, but I don't mind.

(If you recover a little bit, there's no problem......)

Barely, it's enough, even with a little movement of the limbs.

If you just manipulate the handshot trigger, it's enough with your fingertips.

(Sigh, I can... I can move)

Soon the pain will be relieved and you will feel full of vitality.

I put my hand on the frozen cobblestone and got up somehow. A fragment of damaged Septius has fallen to pieces and underfoot.

(Heh, heh heh heh hah hah hah... they look at me sweetly, idiots...)

As long as we can move, it's ours.

I have no intention of dealing with you properly anymore. I'll sneak up on you and shoot you in the back. Not just them, but Aldomirar. I tried to abandon myself as an ancient ginseng to see what the "mass-produced" style of pickup meant.

(I won't forgive you anymore, I'll kill you all...!)

She took out a spare handshot fixed to the inside of her jacket and stared at the huge palace that was rising to her side.

"Hey, hey, hey."

The voice came from behind.

With this situation, Mono Toro, who hadn't thought of anyone around him, looked back honestly and reflexively as he was being called.

Standing there was a shady young man.

Rounded spine and brown hair. Contrary to such a plain appearance, she wears a glorious white armor and a blue fine coat.

(...... this is......)

I don't have any direct knowledge of it. But Monotra also infiltrated Badarnois for a long time. Of course I do.

"Snowstorm White Knights" "Grachela Duela" belongs to Gevi de Fortune.

Sure enough, he always followed Svorun, the commander of the unit, in his hip-hugging clothes.

(Huh!? No!? No, wait, what do you mean!?)

It was somewhat dizzy due to fatigue and analgesic effects, so I finally had a good time here.

"Why is this guy here?"

"Snowstorm White Knights" "Grachella Duela" should now be isolated in the north of Badarnoyis due to the snowfall in the "White Grand Valley". A period of up to two weeks is foreseen for snow removal.

That's how Ohmzorf set it up. I can't come back to the Imperial City... but I can't be here right now.

(Our... no, that's not how it works!)

But in fact, this gloomy white knight stood right in front of me.

Without knowing the bewilderment of such a monotone, Gebi opened his mouth in a daze.

"Hey, you. Don't drop garbage around the sacred palace..."

With a gloomy voice that matched her expression, she pointed at her feet in annoyance. When I was caught and my gaze moved, fragments of Septius were scattered.

(I'm so embarrassed...)

Even though you are able to move, you are full of creativity. I couldn't waste my recovered health in this place.

I don't know why this Gebi is here, but anyway, Monotra holds the handshot.

"I guess people like you don't know where else to go, but the Palace Sheron is a holy building with a long history... In the original sense, it's not a good place for people to enter." Dropping trash and other language is illegal in the first place.

Gebi began to hang on to stories he hadn't heard.

(Shut up, you gloomy bastard....)

Trouble. Obstruction. Shoot to kill.

(You're trash, you bastard...!)

Instantly disconnected, Monotra quickly put her right hand up. I'm going to lecture you in front of Gebi, and I'm going to trigger you.

(......,......)

I can't pull it.

My fingers are not moving.

(... what, why... this, oh, oh)

Heavy. Pull the trigger. That alone can kill any opponent. That's supposed to happen, but my fingers don't move. It's like the air around you is cluttering up and blocking your movement. I just can't take that simple action. That's not all. Even the arms you hold are not yours.

"... is it a foreign object?"

It was a cold voice.

"What is that, you?" What are you looking at me for? It was really unpleasant and unpleasant. Hmm? First, don't move on your own while I'm talking. Are you a foreign object? A lesion, isn't it? Eroding this country... is evil- "

Rejection also enlightens the response.

A white knight stands in front of me. There is a creepy light in the eye. The negative atmosphere is more pronounced when coupled with a gloomy, uncontrollable look.

"I-It's my fault...!"

Unfortunately, I remember Mono-Tra.

Gebbi de Fortune, a raw Badarnois, a curerene follower by example, and a typical noble knight.

What is the upper class of Badar Nois? If you ask, you can look at this Gebi. So much for the standard man.

In battle, he specializes in the Oracle, a spell that reduces the physical abilities of adversaries.

"Gu...... Shit!"

Monotrachi fell to his knees as he stopped even standing.

(Shit... shit! If only Septius had been enough...!)

Move. Just pull the trigger. That's all I can kill. Such a country knight was no match for me.

While crawling, I managed to float my chin,

――――――――

Monotra sighted it.

Gebi held the sword of light in the upper section. No, it was an icy blade of illusion. A mass of ice is reflected through the mirror, emitting a flash of light and creating a dazzling flash of light.

The eye that looks down is the executioner who is trying to drop the sinner's head.

For some reason, in this phase.

Soon after he infiltrated the country, the conversation he had with Ohmzorf to obtain information revived in the minds of Monotra.

Gebbi de Fortune , both known as Frozen Light Sword Graysolish . He is good at supporting and usually turns to assist to help Svorun... but his strength is in the third place among the "Snowstorm White Knights [Grachela Duela]". "

Yeah, that's easy.

I'm just going through it. Dare you, behind the scenes. Even if it's a one-rider, its combat ability is extremely high, and above all-- "

― ― The lesion is removed. All for the sake of Holy Badarnois. For the sake of our great leader, Lord Svorun... "

A fanatic of the nation, the Ice God, and the greatest knight, "Svorun."

Immediately eliminate any distractions. It's not even Ohmsolv, I think Badarnois, the most 'dangerous' man in Badarnois.

――――――

The flash of ice blade was swung down.

Recognizing the horizons that will only be seen once in a lifetime, dividing left and right, Monotra falls into the vortex of thoughts. The Dark Tissue merchant looks back for a short time before the amputated brain stops functioning.

(You're hungry, I'm stepping on you...)

The end of being killed by an opponent who doesn't care.

(This is what you thought, isn't it easy? Mr. DiBiase.....)

I wonder what that clever assistant commander thought.

(Well, I can't help it if this happens... Asahi is one foot first, [she] -)

The life of Monotra Giln, who has lived through the darkness so tenaciously, seems to wipe out the dark shadows.

The dazzling light brought an end to it.

At this time, a communication had arrived on the "Fiducial" in the possession of the mono tiger, but it was damaged by the impact of the fall, and it did not make a sound.