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

The driftshield quietly looked down at the whole of the fallen draughtrow.

I'm still breathless, with fine cramps. This high level of vitality is probably one reason to be afraid.

As you peek into the monster lying on the ground, the stream guard kneels one knee. He took a lower poking position as he suffered the pain of running to his flank.

- I'm not alive. Why is Minette dead and Temehe alive? I won't let that happen. Kill...

A clenched fist was accompanied by a white, clean hand.

"Lugo. Enough."

Belgrette stops the shield with a crying face.

"... Bell said he wanted to kill you too"

He looked the same when he said so.

"Of course. But we switch the target from annihilation to captivity. Let me send Draughtrow to the research department like this. Why the exorcism didn't work, why I was acting during the day. Let me check them out. In the process, these guys will be dissected alive. I'll never let you die easy."

"... right,... gu"

Hold down your sore flank.

"Oh yeah, you, under the attack of Drawthrow...... oh, scratches! Show me the wound! Take your clothes off for a second."

Exodus takes off over the learning run as they say.

"Nah..."

Belgrette then breathed when she saw the body of a single T-shirt.

"Hey, what is it? Could it be bad?

"... no. This place is so swollen. A little gambling."

With that said, Belgrette gently placed her right hand on the flank of the drift protection. It was a bit of an embarrassing drift protection, but soon surpassed that feeling.

... the pain is pulling away.

Seeing, the hand of Belgrette, accompanied by the flank of the flowing guard, emitted a blue and white light.

"The water god chant" Oracle "is because this kind of first aid is the main thing"

I perceive the intent of surprise protection and Belgrette answers.

Exactly like the healing magic of the game, Belgrette cured but only stretched her free index and middle fingers, shaking gracefully as the conductor.

Next to her face, in a space of nothing, something very similar to the ripples on the surface of the water appears.

"Leaver? This is Belgrette. Someone please respond."

"Leaver.... yeah? Sister? '

From the ripples that floated in the air, I could hear the girl who often went through.

"That, Claire? Why you?"

'This is the dialogue. I thought you requested "Silver Legion Squad Silvalios"...... now what?

"Yep. I'm sorry to ask you again... but as soon as possible, I need you to arrange personnel in the Welle de Forest."

'... ha. Well, if that's what your sister says. Well, there's gonna be a couple of people around the neighborhood in no time.'

"Yeah. Please."

"... Sister. Is something wrong?

"Huh? Yes, no. Nothing. It's not a big deal."

'Really?... Sister. I am not only a princess, I am also your sister's "shield".... Well, if anything happens, don't hesitate to say it?

"... yeah. So now you don't hesitate to ask me, do you?

'Okay. Indeed, I will make arrangements for personnel'

"Mm-hmm. Thanks. Bye."

"Yes. Take care"

At the end of that conversation, the ripples that were floating in the air disappeared.

"Shh, wow. What is it now?"

Is it like a cell phone using the divine chant "Oracle"? It could be close to hands-free or wireless phones around the area where I could also hear voices in the stream protection.

"Oracle, the god of communication.... Actually, I'm not very good at communication. A good person is free to choose who to communicate with. Now, I only specified the approximate direction and flew to the castle, and my sister left."

Belgrette's sister. Is she still a hell of a beauty? Somehow, Lifeguard thought of a version of this beautiful girl knight getting a little smaller.

"No... how much can you do about the Divine Chant" Oracle "? I'm getting the wound healed right now, but... it seems convenient to communicate with you now."

"Well... basically in this day and age, you can think that life can't be made without the divine chant Oracle. Didn't you realize you just stayed at the inn? Bringing the lights on, boiling the bath, flushing the toilet, communicating with people who are away... they are all bribed with the Divine Chant" Oracle ". If you can handle a powerful technique, that's all you get a good job, and that's why many people aspire to the chanter Mage. It's just that not everyone can be."

Speaking of which, Minette said she didn't even want to be a chantsman, Magee -.

Her face, which fell, swung through the back of her brain, and the drift shield shook her head.

"Because the soul and heart strength" Prarna ", which is individually enclosed, is roughly determined by birth. I can work out in training to a certain extent... but it doesn't mean it's going to stretch explosively."

"A born gift? That's a story with no body or lid... How much can the divine chant Oracle do as a means of attack? Like blowing up a castle or erasing a mountain."

And drop meteorites, or manipulate space-time?

I thought it might not make sense around here, so I decided not to say it.

"Ya, what do you think of the Divine Chant" Oracle "... But if you become a powerful chanter, Magee, you can also wreak a level of destruction close to a natural disaster." Silver Legion Squad "Silvalios" is made up of those levels of elite - and, if "Penta" -... yeah. Nothing. Forget it. "

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"Penta"?

I don't know, but it seems like a topic I don't really want to touch on for Belgrette.

I don't care. But I guess that's where I go on.

"How much can Bell do?

"... as you can see. Doesn't even work on draught lows. If you can afford to chant, you can beat up condensed water and break the stone walls... in action, yes."

That said, Belgrette with a slightly sad look on her face.

"When I was a kid, I admired the Secretary of Dragon's Destruction. I also practiced shaping the Great Sword with water, imitating the Great Sword Gram Lizil held by the brave Geiselius. I can do it one day, but it'll take five minutes to chant, just one wave and you won't be able to maintain the shape of your sword, I'll give you. I won't be able to stand on your feet, so it's not something you can use in action."

Belgrette gives a shy bitter laugh. But the flow protection reacted differently.

"Oh, that's a little cool. Hey. Like the Great Sword Summon. It's a one-shot martial arts or something cool."

Lifeguarding is also still an 'unchecked young boy with painful left arm'. I feel romantic about that stuff.

"Oh, yeah? That's unusual. Because many men don't like the divine chant Oracle. That's what I admire about The Dragon's Extinction Secretary, and it's cool to fight with real swords and fists alone, like. There's one guy in my class who keeps saying that."

Even though it would be cooler to use magical powers, I think Lifeguard is.

Does the lawn next door look blue?

"... Ha ha. How's the pain?

Belgrette, who was in conversation but treated for drift care, breathes, uh-huh.

"... oh, wow. That doesn't hurt, at all."

The pain in my flank was pulling clean. Will I even connect the cracks in my ribs?

Liquid protection startles me again.

"Well, let's wait a minute. Hand over the draught to the soldiers, then we'll leave again."

"Oh. Okay."

Fluid protection that twists your hips and makes sure your body doesn't hurt.

Belgrette stared at him.

I don't notice drift protection.

That Belgrette is watching with a sharp eye similar to that of hostility.

- Girls think.

Without using any divine chanting technique, Oracle, he overwhelmed the Drawthrow trio with bare hands alone.

There is no indication that he exercised the procedure. Then, in a move that I just think I'm applying even physical enhancement by the divine chanting technique Oracle, I disabled them. With a blow of draughtrow that could be metaphoricated by the stick Mace, it was enough to get a crack in the ribs.

And emerged from under the black clothes, that awesome flesh. I've never seen a body covered in such armor-like muscles. Even my brother and father once did not have the flesh or anything like that far away.

No. Can humans work out and be that much body? Not unlike a boy my age. Impossible.

That's what Geisserius, passed down to The Dragon's Destroyer, or "Eluberim," notorious for the Ghost Lore, is also, and such a human being can't be real.

Sure enough, college and classmate boys admire those things.

But. Fists and swords alone, people can't fight.

Yes, that's why I admire it. Because it's impossible to achieve.

You know, beings that make fantasies like that real.

Now, you can't admit it.

- Who is it? This man, Aliumi Lugo...

No... before that, this boy. Somewhere...

Belgrette, who keeps sending her gaze without warning, is unaware of the flow protection.