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

Mass Tavern, Gautendor.

It is a large liquor store that was also described in the Bard's Inch Guide, which I read in the carriage I rode when I came to Raindeer…

I don't see Claire in the store because I've lost a lot of time. It could have gone wrong.

Lifeguard looks around the Gautendor store. What an atmosphere that seemed to appear in western plays.

If you want some milk, a fight is about to start with "Hey, it's milk" and "This isn't where the kid comes from."

It's my first place, such as an exotic liquor store, even if it's not, so I'm kind of unsettled.... although it seems like a better restaurant than a tavern.

Even though it was only before noon, there were many guests, some drinking like alcohol, others eating.

"Welcome. What can I do for you?

"Eh."

Naturally, the waitress came to pick up the order.

I rush to see the menu, but where I could read the letters, I don't know what the menu name is.... and found the menu I found out there.

"... er, let's fix a BBQ meal for Zalbaum..."

"Huh?"

"Zalbaum's BBQ Meal Setting"

"Huh?"

Why are you asking me back?

"The Le Ba"

"Ha, yes! Oh, I get it! Zal..., uh... what is it... please wait a moment!

For some reason the waitress pulled in as she panicked. He said, "What's going on?"

"No, you know what? Another Knight of the White Night cleans up a herd of Paminions showing up around the Desolation of the West (Red Tail).

"Levine the Bulk Fort. I don't look down on people in front of men. It's called 'Penta'. She always gets her crotch wet and talks about him. I'm so proud of you. God of Creation, Jed Meteeu, is an equal creator."

"Dude. If Rodanti's fucking Sister asks me, he says it's bad..."

I heard the conversation of the surrounding guests who wanted to talk to me in Japanese.

I recognise that even though words make sense, I have come to a heterogeneous world to make. I was going to get used to it somewhat, but I'm still not half-hearted when I'm alone.

- There you go.

I rocked the entrance door and a small figure came into the liquor store that didn't look familiar.

Claria.

She went over to the counter and started having some conversation with the clerk.

The clerk looks somewhat panicked and has a loving laugh as if he were flattered. Come to think of it, Claire is a knight. It would be like a cop coming to the store.

Okay, here we go. We have to make sure we don't lose sight of her.

It's like a detective stakeout or a tail, and I'm kind of cool, right? - I just thought, Claria immediately headed to the exit and left the store as it was.

"Roar."

Zalbaum's diet hasn't come yet, but I can't help it. I just have to leave the store.

I ordered it, so I tried to just hand the waitress the price, and I said, "Hiya! The, Zalbaum Not Yet, and Fine! No!" So I put the money back in my pocket, wondering what it was, and Lifeguard rushed out of the store.

Walking after Claire on the boulevard, three men approached her who looked like Gala was evil. After exchanging words with two or three, I wonder if so. Claria and the men enter the alley off the street.

"Hey, come on, you're going to ban eighteen."

I rush into the alley, but there wasn't a girl there already. I don't even see the men.

The drift escort rushes into the alley and drives down a narrow, even smelly path.

- and.

I just turned the corner and found the guys with their heads stuck in the trash can rolling. Looks like he's not dead.

"Wow..."

The garbage leaks into the trash, unexpectedly in a tragic state of affairs. That's right. Maybe I didn't have to worry about it.

But there's no sign of Claire at the heart.

That's what I thought, and the driftshield got his sword stuck in his neck from behind.

"- Earlier, what are you doing?

I was hit by a neck muscle - a water sword. Exactly as cold as water, Claria's voice. Stream protection raises both hands.

"Follow me around. What are you going to do?

Liquid protection is not a tail professional, even if it is the arm that stands. I'm more of a high school student than that. Rather, with regard to those parts, Clarea would be better placed to protect the princess from assassins.

In fact, they took my back before I realized it.

And it's about her. Whatever you say, don't be convinced.

"No... Oh, it's Mr. Claria, so I thought..."

"Since when have we been that close?

The water sword placed on the neck muscle is pushed a little harder.

Sharpness very unlikely to be water. It's not like the sword she was shaping during her duel with Belgrette. No additions, no subtractions, no forgiveness.

"Hey, die. He said he was gonna die."

"... hehe. People's lives are light, aren't they? It's amazing."

It was a familiar line.

Yes. Dr. Locke said the same thing the other day, he recalls.

"For example, if you die here, nobody cares."

"Wow. That scares me..."

…………

The girl was often silent,

"............... liar"

Small, that's how I groaned.

At the same time, remove the water sword from the neck of the drift shield.

"You're not scared at all. You seem to stand on your arms for a long time... but you're a liar"

Lifeguard remembered his conversation with Belgrette. 'Men don't keep their promises. I'm a liar,' said Claria, who began to think.

The boy says with his back to her.

"No, no. I'm not lying. It's up to me to be scared that no one cares if I die here."

"... even though they stick a sword to your neck muscle, it doesn't even move at all?

"That's... er. Honestly, even from that state... I was wondering if I could do something about it."

Claria's breathtaking sound reaches her ears.

"... Hmm. That's the brave man of Dragon's Destruction."

I didn't want them to think I was a liar, so I was answering honestly. Often, silence arises.

"Uh... well, did you get anything?

"... I don't even have the right to tell you that. Following on from the college thing, do you want a handle again? Well, I don't mind."

Though it was the sword that put it away, there is no change in its cold tone. I told him to mock himself.

"I was wrong to guess Lord Cyril's information and such. No shadow or shape of a suspicious man like that. Sounds stupid. I'm leaving."

Jari...... and. Claria must have turned her heel back, the sound echoes in the narrow alley.

That moment.

Front of flow protection. A narrow alley that stretches dimly even during the day. A red flame flashed in the creepy darkness that made me wonder if it was even connected to the monster's body.

――――

Faster than you think. Liu Xiao looked back aggressively and grabbed the girl's shoulder as she was about to walk out with her back turned and hugged her hard.

"Become, what..."

I don't mind Claire speaking out of surprise, jumping to the side with all her might while holding her.

Immediately afterwards, an explosion wound up in the space where the two of us were on the verge.

"Huh!

"Agoo!

The dust rolls up and the stone pieces disturb a narrow space.

Stirred by the blast, the two rolled over more distance than they had jumped. The drift protection carrying Claria finally stopped by clashing against the wall.

"Huh!

"Ku..., what the hell...!

Dust and sand smoke that stands up at every inch. Fragments of crushed cobblestone fall apart like light rain.

"... Huh, that hurts"

Shiatsu felt a sharp pain in his left arm. If you look, between your wrists and your elbows - around your forearms, you're scratching and bleeding. Looks like the blast cut it with the flying fragments. Even the tendon has been damaged, my fingers can't move.

When Farvnar did something to my left arm, the shield flaunted his face.

"You, the wound..."

Claria, who noticed a stray protection injury, faintly opens her eyes.

"Hmm? Well, big deal......, do you have one?... Ew."

"... why, shelter me..."

"No, why not?"

As naturally, the drift shield gave a smile.

"If you get hurt, your sister's gonna be sad, right?

"………………"

Claria opens her eyes and turns away from that smile.

"... and, you see, you're not gonna get away with it. The pursuit may come."

In the smoke that can get in, the two get up and run through a narrow alley.

Speaking of which, were the men who had been stuck in the trash by Claire okay with the explosion earlier, etc., and the arrow tip that the drift guard thought, the darkness was nestled in the goings.

Black. I only wrapped a black colour around my skinny body - I don't even have to think about it. Assassin.

"Huh. Get out of my flames. Let's do it."

The only exposed eye area is distorted into the form of a grin, says the dark man.

"Ugh, he talked. Wouldn't you do that, you full-body tights?"

"Knock it off. Just because you're in front of a woman doesn't mean you're in a vanity, boy. There's nothing for you. Retreat."

Hikaru...... and. The assassin takes a step, filling in between without sound.

- A narrow, dark alley.

This space, isolated from the front streets, in front of you is a killer with a 'killing intent', not 'animosity'. This is not a fight or anything in the alley. Nor is it a duel waged with Edvin or Belgrette.

"Just say it again. Retreat."

Cold, black man voice.

It's not a stale threat. If I don't go somewhere, what happens?

Understanding that, the boy throws his words.

"We got caught in an explosion from Hannah, and now we can't leave. Come on, you moron."

moment. Can I even describe it as a black numekji, moving at high speeds?

The assassin made a lukewarm move, but during the moment, he eroded the passage.

――――

From a slippery low position, the assassin protrudes a pinned and stretched finger toward the face of the drift shield.

It's violence that you're willing to kill.

Ordinary people would be swept up if attacked with intent to kill.

I mean, he's actually just a high school student. Though I have some experience with games and fights, I don't have enough experience or the guts to flat out deal with someone I'm willing to kill.

Not like Drauthor or Farvnar, again.

Being directed to kill from the same 'human' made me feel the inexplicable instinctive horror.

But.

No matter how willing they are to kill - if there was as much difference in strength as a baby and an adult. I didn't really have much to do with it, trying to blunt the movement somewhat due to tension.

When the drift guard shakes his neck to the side, the black trajectory blurs right to the side.

"Huh...!?

You are surprised that he received a light blow, and the assassin opens his only exposed eye.

Lifeguard slammed his right fist into the assassin's face, keeping the momentum he tilted his body to the side.

The black assassin did not even raise his voice and was slapped into the earth of stone without even being able to take his passion. It stays on the sidelines, and Pickle doesn't even move.

"... Huh"

Exhale shallow and take a residual action.

"Nah..."

Claria was leaking surprised voices in unexpected, and so on.

I don't even have to think about it. Draughtrow, who is told he needs three soldiers, and Farvnar, a legendary protector.

"... more. She fainted a little. Can't you hear me?"

I tried to scratch my head with my left hand - but I didn't move, so I turned my right arm and scratched it, and Lifeguard shrugged just because you failed.

Keep quiet about nervous about the person with the intent to kill him and failing to add or subtract him successfully. Honestly, I hoped that my knees, etc. which are still a little trembling, would not be understood.

"... well no. You'll get him, won't you? Don't ask me to contact you."

The drift shield turns to Claire and tells her how flashy she is. You don't care what I was instructed to do, Claria has a slightly flashing look.

".................. ok"

But I nodded small.

but there she does not spin the divine chant of communication, Oracle, and walks over to the shield.

"... before that. Let me see your arms."

"Huh."

Without waiting for a reply, Claria takes the left arm of the drift protection. The thoroughly torn upper arm was still bleeding.

"Sit still, please"

At the same time as words. The little hand of the girl placed on the wound begins to shine a pale light. - Oracle, the Divine Chant of Recovery.

"I don't want to borrow it."

Without looking into the eyes of driftshield, she mutters like a solitary.

"... well. Thankful."

"... not for you. If you get hurt... I'm sure your sister will be sad."

"Ha. Didn't nobody care if I died?

"... Shut up, sit still. Basically, there was no need to protect me. I have an autonomous defense... at all."

Claria let her empty left hand dance into the air as she handed her drift protection arm.

(Ah)

The drift shield was seen in its motion.

Same. Belgrette's figure was spinning Oracle, the divine chant of communication, while treating the flank of drift protection, after the first struggle with Draughtrow. Just like then, Claria developed her surgery.

Even if his personality doesn't resemble him at all, he's still a sister, and he feels his cheeks loose unexpectedly.

"... that? Ha.... how are the wounds?

They couldn't connect the comms, so I interrupt them temporarily and ask them that.

"Mmm..."

The bleeding stopped, but my fingers didn't move.

When it comes to the Divine Chant "Oracle," he's not omnipotent. Nevertheless, not only can it stop the bleeding, but it can even bind a thousand broken flying arms. That would be too much for a first aid.

"I can't move my fingers... but the blood stopped, and I'm fine. Thankyou."

"... Really? Go to your doctor properly later."

A lot of girls turn away.

"... Well"

Again, Claria let her fingers dance in the air in a smooth manner. Around the time I came up with something stupid about drifting protection when I only saw this finger move, I heard an unmotivated voice coming from the ripples floating in the air.

"Yes Leaver. Detlev."

"Leaver. It's Claria.... I intend to contact my sister, why Lord Detlev?

"Yeah? Yeah, if it was Belgrette, I'd go to Montilene."

"What? How come at a time like this..."

'This is the time, isn't it? Because the princess can't go out, but she said she wanted Montilene's cake. I was just free there. I took the street, and then in front of the princess's room, I said, "Go shopping," and I told Belgrette. Bellette was also reluctant, but the princess said, "Go, it's an order!" Kuku. Ha ha'

Claria got a fed up look. I said you were the reason my sister didn't answer the correspondence.

"Ha... is that right? Now, don't take it after someone else. One assassin has been captured, so prepare for escort."

"Yeah? When, did you catch him? Alone with that, too? Continuing yesterday, wow. You're getting stronger... Got it, I'll make arrangements for personnel, I'll make sure. '

"Yes. Please. Bye."

Claire sighs when she finishes communicating.

The shield...

"... hey. No way, Belle, did you go outside?

"Sounds like it.... Montilene? I think I'll stop by and go home, too."

- Shit.

Moment after moment, the throat of the drift shield dried up.

"Where! Where was Belle kid headed!?

To the sword screen, which is not just every bit, Claria answers even as she is pressured.

"Huh,? It's a confectionery shop called Montilene...... It's on 13th Street."

Giri, and the boy bit his teeth.

"Show me!

"Duh, what's wrong? What are you talking about?

"Bell's in danger!