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

It's okay, Emma. If it's for your sake, I'm not willing to give up my life. "

”Mel...! I won't allow you to say that...!”

But I was more than happy with the words.

"The situation in my country is getting tougher year by year..." Emmanuelle, is there anything I can do? If you need anything, don't hesitate to say it. "

Yeah... I'm fine for now. Thank you.

I didn't want to worry too much. Best of all, I couldn't have told you.

Badarnois is steadily on the path of perdition. How dare you call me 'The Holy Maiden of Truth'?

To her best friend, who once defended this country. You can't say that even if your mouth is broken.

Emmanuel, aren't you tired? I don't seem to have a good complexion.

"... it's okay, I..."

If you'll stay with me, that's it.

"If you had noticed, we'd be a good age too." Does Emanu have any good people or anything? If you can marry and share the role as the leader, you'll be less burdened. "

”Oh, Mertina, what about you? Come on, I want you to calm down. Snow Caulking Swallow [Snowswallow]

... when did you start to be called the "Saintess of Truth"?

It's a funny story.

You can't tell the people closest to you the 'most important thing'. Ever since I was a student.

"Recently, I've been working with Msgr. Lenin's daughter at the request of the minister." This is a really good boy. I'd be glad to have more people like her out there. "

Mr. Lenin's... was given two names when he was the youngest to become a court anointing sorcerer (Mage)?

Even the transfer of people in the court cannot be grasped in detail, even with Ohmsolf, who plays the leading role.

Oh, Lenore Schne Grosswitz, one of Svorun's half-sisters.

Is that why you seem to be busy so far? I usually open the palace more often.

[Hey, Martina. It's my next holy ritual [Parezza] day... I wonder if I'm free after the ritual. If I had the time...... ”

"Wow, the next day of the Holy Ritual [Parezza]." I'm sorry, Emmanuelle, I promised Ren that day. "

Ren.

I was told to stop calling each other by their nicknames.

And there's something surprisingly interesting about Ren's adult face... Emmanuelle, are you listening to me?

I'm listening. However, it was as if I was listening to my lover's love story, and I felt a little heartburn. "

Hey, stop saying weird things.

More than ever before, I didn't get a chance to look at my face.

I haven't seen you in a long time.

Ren is a valuable and promising strain for Badarnois in the future. If she grew up, she would definitely help you-- "

I know, I know.

She always thinks of me and moves for me.

But I noticed it again.

I just...

"Gu, uu......"

At the corner of the hallway, Ohmzorf leaned against the wall and exhaled.

I don't have time to rest, but...

My head was about to crack.

It's not just due to unfamiliar battles or exhaustion.

"Hah... hah, hah..."

The feeling that all those who were subjected to the "fusion" treatment by Kinsol were tasted, that they were no longer themselves. My head's cracked and something's jumping out of it.

(Th-that's right.....)

It doesn't matter, even if it does.

I've decided to go through evil, so let's accept it as a reward.

But that's when it's all over. Now, we can't just fall... we can't just get caught.

……――

He puts his hand on the wall and drags his leg.

(Not yet...?)

The question arises again.

What are you going to do now?

Svorun - [Snowstorm White Knights] [Grachella Duela] is back.

Your sins are revealed and private soldiers surrender. The monotraps have been defeated. What happened to Kinzor, who took over Belgrette's team? At least if anything feels bad about the flag, it will pull back immediately.

What about Mutti and the others who went to capture Mertina?

(Mel,...)

Yeah. Speaking of her... I don't think she's been speaking properly to me for a long time.

"There he is, this way!"

A loud voice that cracks thoughts.

There were three soldiers ahead of us.

"Priest Ohmzorf, please don't resist...!"

Approach with care, leaving half-hearted respect.

(...... k,)

Mental strength is no longer at its limit. I wonder if I can master the attack technique.

It was the moment I tried to get up.

Suddenly, an unprecedentedly violent sound on the ground shook everything.

"Whoa, whoa, what the hell!?"

Soldiers stomp on the birds.

And the ceiling and the wall between them crushed.

"Ughhhhhh!?"

"Get back!"

A shock that lifts the body. The roar of my ears seemed to abandon my role. In an instant, rubble and dust fill the line of sight.

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

They often stiffen while bathed in wind pressure and small debris.

Earth smoke starts to clear, and I finally guess what happened.

It was a huge pillar lying on both sides that cut them off.

A magnificently decorated courtyard stone pillar spanning ten miles in length and one mile in thickness. It broke and collapsed halfway through, crushing the corridor just beside Ohmsolf.

And why is this thing falling?

……

As I cast my gaze, I saw a view of the green courtyard on the other side of the collapsed wall.

And the white flash of reward that dazzles inside. It's like a snowstorm rolling in an indoor garden.

It was two Yongsan [Mage] who were carrying it out.

One is Migasintia Elto Martiborg.

And one is Gryphinia Theato Martiborg.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Nh? It's Griff. I got used to playing "Fury" with your monkey play. Why don't you have a little more fun with me! Huhahahaha! You bought their footsteps and left, didn't you? "

"...... you must have noticed, Mig."

”That won't stop my legs ~? * giggle *! * giggle *!”

It's such a smile to shake a long, messy hair and color its tidy face. A knight of strange joy.

The two names are "Ice Explosion Manipulation" (Tufflum). The lineage I specialize in is' Emancipation '. A common manipulation technique that releases the generated force as it is. However, his level of practice stands out from the rest. It was different from Mertina.

"Kuku, pierce."

Migasintia, who had her teeth stripped, stretches her arms out as she sticks out her right five fingers. A fan-shaped flash emitted from each fingertip.

It spreads in proportion to the flight distance, and it flies with a momentum that doesn't penetrate everything in front of it.

"Geez...!"

An afterimation of Griffinia's tilted shoulder most easily penetrated and shattered the nearby stone wall.

It's a Migacintia attack called "Graciel Fanner". Its power does not pull Mertina's shots. It turns into a scattering arrow that shoots through a wide range of enemies as it moves away, making it a spear lunge that mercilessly hits all its ammo at close range.

"You're still strong, Mig..."

Fufu. Surrender?

"No way. [He] wasn't like this... that vivid flame that just burned everything up..."

A staggering wave of blood scattered across Greyfoot's face. But not because he was driven away, and he perceived his defeat.

It bursts out from the back -- ten claws that resemble the legs of a spider. "Creation" that produces an object by magic is a technique that is located at the top of it.

Niiiiiiiiiiiiing!

I jumped along with the screams. No, it flew.

Griffinia kicks the ground with her ice legs and runs around the courtyard in an arc. A vertical orbit that is not just horizontal. Literally vertical and horizontal as you crawl up through the walls and up through the pillars. It was a turbulent behavior that transcended human knowledge.

I don't wanna hear it!

Rapid movement of insects, accompanied by icy rainfall. As a result, shells of them rained down on Migasintia from all directions.

"Hahahahahahahahaha! That's good!" I have to come that way! "

The Happy Knight welcomed them one after the other with the icy glitter [Graciel Fanner] emanating from both hands.

Ice rocks pouring in and ice arrows rushing back. These clashes cause the walls, grassy ground, and stone pillars to wrap around and scatter fragments.

(... what do you mean...!)

It was like a battlefield with a lot of attacks. But there are only two men playing it.

With a simple soul heart [Pruna], the current Ohmsolv, who had received the fusion treatment, would be superior to them, but the battle technique was not. I scratched the opponent's back, made a judgment instantly, and released it with accurate magic. The sequence of flows, the speed of assembly is out of order. This is a first-class battle.

Soldiers can't get anywhere near this. As Svorun said, it was not a struggle that could be stopped by the ordinary.

Bending over, Ohmzorf retreats behind the rubble.

Two 'strange clans' who do not give way to each other.

Their battle has shattered one of these solid pillars. In addition, the palace was damaged by its collapse. Originally, unprecedented [souvenir] is not a very acceptable behavior.

(But...!)

― ― Now is a good time.

The corridor collapsed and the soldiers couldn't get close to themselves.

And then,

(Immediately to the side of the courtyard...... that's true)

There must have been a way out nearby.

(If you don't escape...!)

This was also the blessing of the Ice God.

Rolling his legs, Ohmzorf aims at the spot like he was possessed... at a glance.

"... hah, hah"

Step by step.

Your body is steadily getting heavier and heavier as you drag it.

(Whatever......)

We have to make it work.

(Badarnois, for you....)

Honestly, there's no plan ahead. I can't think of anything with my dull head. But anyway, we have to get out of here now. We have to redistribute it somehow.

(I can't give up... I can't...)

I'm no longer obsessed, I'm going to go for a while on my heavy legs.

Eventually, we arrived at our destination.

A plain but sturdy door secretly placed in the corner of the hallway.

Omzolf, the leader of a country at the turn of the century, has never come in and out of these gates.

But this place should be open to the outside world.

(Y-Yeah......)

Put your hand on the handle.

When you grab it, you'll be able to handle it. It doesn't scratch when pressed or pulled.

(The key...!)

Of course, I don't have anything like that. And I don't have time to look for another exit anymore.

(...... if so...!)

After a short chant, Ohmzorf unleashes all his power towards the door.

The sturdy iron door flapped flashily and bounced outward. The hinge came off, and it just turned into a thick iron plate and fell into the cobblestone.

With just a little strength, this power. I can't do this with my old self.

"Hah, hah..."

From the square-cut space, the cold air blows in.

"Yes, yes."

The cold as it cut itself, but it was a feeling of liberation that allowed her to escape from the labyrinth full of enemies, which made the Saintess tremble.

"I-It's..."

Views outside, sealed by snow. The perimeter of the palace, which I always thought was a bit of a stunning landscape, is where I wanted to be - now more than ever.

However, as I thought before, it is better to plant trees at equal intervals. Even if you drop the leaves in winter, it should keep your eyes entertained in spring and summer.

Let's talk to Meltina and decide what tree to plant next. When this calms down, you two take your time.

――

I put my hand on the door to lean against the lost frame and looked at the outside. I can put my head around it, but I don't have a soldier. There's no sign of anyone. Opportunity.

(...... Okay, now...... then......?)

Has the chilly wind blowing through cooled my head?

Suddenly, a question arose about Ohmzorf's consciousness, which seemed to be uninterrupted.

How is it that the side of the palace hasn't hardened at all in this situation? Why was the entrance door locked? Now you can use it in everyday life.

"Ohmzolf...!"

Turning to the call, Svorun appeared from the corner of the back corridor.

……

We've been caught up. Nervousness runs through the minds of the saints.

"... you idiot!"

But Svorun, who was supposed to be close, froze his expression for some reason.

An unusual, stiff face for him, always cold. That little moan is in a hurry because you're missing the opponent.

……

Not one, not two, Ohmsorf jumped out.

He stepped over a strangely scattered mass of snow on the cobblestone and began chanting to block the door.

Absolutely. It's okay. I'll keep you going.

But Mel isn't here right now.

Oh, that's right. My lord, forgive me. Anyway, let's stick together forever. ”

Yes, together. That's why we can't get caught here.

Oh, that's it.

If it wasn't for me she wanted.

I like you, [Emma].

Phew!

Svorun was chanting and rushing toward me.

There is only one way that Ohmzorf could have fallen.

Depress this entrance with ice and gain distance. Even his Brionek is not an easy substitute to break.

Whether they catch up quickly or finish chanting first.

(Ice God, it's Curelene...! Please bless me...!)

- Did that wish come true?

The result is the latter.

We made it.

"Stop it... Ohmzorf, get back!"

And it must not have been so rare. That Svorun screamed with his eyes peeled.

If you turn it upside down, it's not the same as a declaration you admit you won't get.

And there stood an ice mass which completely blocked the place where the door was.

"...... I did......"

Struck by standing dizziness and headaches, Ohmzorf looked up at what he had set up in front of him.

A solid ice wall that rejects the enemy. A subzero mirror with a slight white color.

We made it.

That is, the guidance of the Curelene. Prove that you did the right thing and made the right choice.

(Ah, ah... it's Ice God, Curerene...)

Not and not and not.

Far overhead, something rubbing... a slippery abnormal noise.

(Thank you... thank you for being here.)

And.

(...... hey, Meru...... I...... got cancer....... because...... I've been...... ah)

while being called the 'Holy Maiden of Truth'.

It's over, I couldn't talk to you.

In other words, I felt that I heard a dull sound of cancer.

A large ice mass created by Ohmzorf. Svorun stood alone before blocking the door.

The white ice, which would have been created by a high level of mastery and extraordinary force, faintly reflects the view on the other side, like frosted glass.

As Svorun rushed along, a massive burst of sound rang.

Immediately thereafter, only red light was transmitted through the ice wall.

………………

The man was just staring at the distorted red light... the color of blood.

― ― In the winter, snow falls from the roof of the palace.

From an altitude of a dozen miles, a block of frozen, hardened snow was falling. Because it is extremely dangerous, each entrance leading to the side of the building is strictly locked so that it is unavailable. Surveillance of the outer periphery has also not been carried out.

Everyone knows the rules of the Winter Palace...

…………

Maybe they were cornered, and they didn't even think about it anymore. One of the reasons is that even though I knew it as knowledge, I had no experience using the first floor by myself.

Anyway, if it's her usual, it's an impossible choice, an impossible action. Awarded for being so cornered.

But...

Couldn't you stop it?

Svorun was definitely stopped.

"Come on, come back."

But she refused. I've been made.

It seemed that the pursuer's furious cry did not convey its intentions correctly.

……

The young man puts his hand on the standing ice surface. With the absence of the surgeon, this mass will soon disappear.

But it was still cold and hard everywhere.

As if to show the difference between the two, which never changed until the end.