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

By the time the escorts entered the Wang capital, the date had finally changed.

I don't see people in the streets peeking through the windows of the carriage. Many people were at Princess Liliane's "Adulet" the other day, but I guess that was still special.

Nevertheless, when I'm going to run errands and go back to college, it's already morning by the time I get there.

"Okay, no more. Let's take a break tomorrow."

Belgrette smiles bitterly, and Claria turns to Zito's eyes, to a drifting shield that snorts as she arms.

"Either way, Lugo... left arm, you're not moving, are you? Well, I can't do my job... and I don't know if it's a good time to rest."

Claire gave the words a stiff look, only for a moment.

"..., when you get to the castle, you should let your doctor see it"

You feel responsible for the stray protection injury, she says, turning away. Seeing how my sister was like that, my sister smiled gently.

So much less, I finally arrived in front of the castle.

Get off the carriage, go up the long stairs and finally enter the castle. It's a long journey as usual, and I'm sick of drift protection.

……

Immediately after entering the castle, Belgrette leans slightly down his neck.

"What's up? Belle child."

"Huh? Hmmm...... I don't think I see anyone on patrol."

"... Indeed"

Claria agrees.

"Well, okay. So, Lugo, go to the infirmary. We're going to report to His Majesty."

"Whoa, okay. But you're doing this at this hour? The infirmary."

"Yeah. Because you don't know when or what. I'm not taking a break."

Lifeguard asked where the infirmary was and walked out parting from the two of them.

…………

Belgrette and Claria walk down the hallway on a quiet night.

"... hmm. After all, isn't that strange?

"Right......"

There's no such thing as a soldier on a regular patrol.

When the two of them went upstairs in surprise, they finally discovered one of the soldiers there. The middle-aged male veteran soldier appears to be on lookout in the hallway.

Belgrette still felt uncomfortable because she couldn't usually stand guard in a place like this, so she decided to ask.

"Um... is something wrong?

The middle-aged soldier with mixed gray hair looks relieved to see his sisters' faces.

"Ooh... ladies. I was wondering what would happen for a while... but in the end, I think it's going to calm them down."

"? Huh? What are you talking about?

"Ah... maybe you don't know? I heard there was an explosion in the basement at night. Five of them were found burnt to death."

"Huh?"

Belgrette and Claria looked at each other in surprise.

"Why, no..."

"Sivim, the leader, is the one. You got fucked up and you went wild... what do they say?"

... really, is it?

Each room in the Raindeer Dungeon features Oracle, a powerful sealed divine chant. If you are imprisoned in prison, you will not be able to exercise the divine chant Oracle first.

However, since only each room is sealed until it is exhausted, it is possible to launch an attack against the inside of the chamber from the outside.

So does that mean that Siveem broke out of jail in some way and blew himself up with all his friends from the outside...?

I feel as painful as anything.

"Is it not possible that an enemy came in from the outside?

"Of course, that possibility was also considered. But there's no way we can get past castle security and get to the dungeon, and roughly because 'Auzi' was all caught, there's no mouth sealing sen. I don't think their clients did it to seal their mouths, and hey... for now, I'm just looking into it at the Knights Out."

Hearing the word client, the hazy Bergrette asks.

"Right, um... Cyril, aren't you here?

"Cyril... is that the lady from the Cardonne family?

"Yes, it is"

"No, you haven't seen it. I've been here all along, just in case... I haven't been here except you guys"

"Huh..."

Unexpectedly, Belgrette leaked her voice.

Cyril hasn't come.

"... No way, that woman..."

Claria makes a sober-cold voice.

"Wait, Claire.... Um, nobody's here but us, right?

"I'm not here. No booze in there yet, I'm sure of it. Not even a rat misses it."

"Okay, thank you. Claire, let's go outside."

To the two who tried to turn back, the soldier spoke as he remembered.

"Oh, yeah. No one's coming, though. It's just that he left a long time ago."

"? That guy?

To Belgrette, who stops and listens back, the man tells him to lurk his voice a little.

"This is the time, and as far as I'm concerned, I don't think that guy needs to patrol outside. Well, he said he was going outside, so I asked him to buy me a little booze."

The middle-aged soldier gives a bumpy grin. Fairly, the disciplined Claria became a jitsu.

"That's fine, it's been a while... and I'm not coming back. Are you even stopping by the tavern? If you see him outside, tell him I'm waiting."

"Ha... ok. So, who is it?

"Uh, look, things shouldn't get intense. I can't believe I forgot the name of such an awesome man. Um..."

Why.

In Belgrette when I heard that name, I felt something had gotten into a cackling noise.

Nevertheless.

Even though it was a normal night, Belgrette felt like the city was too quiet.

It's as if... a place called the city has become a dead end. It's like the noise in the basement of the castle has turned everyone's consciousness towards you, and the city has been deliberately made thin.

I look around from the front of the castle, but the city is too dark and quiet.

Everything in this city...... isn't everything but ourselves falling asleep? Makes me even feel such an illusion.

There's no sign of Cyril's carriage coming. Has it overtaken me before I know it?

"Again, maybe we should have arranged to escort you"

Claria's words are probably the best. But Belgrette didn't want to do it. … to escort Cyril as a clear sinner.

Would it have been sweet? Would it have been just my selfishness?

"Why don't you contact the vendor?

"Yes...... right. I'm sorry. I was so selfish."

"Hehe. No, because we already know that your sister is like that."

Carriage services are open day and night. At this hour, a nobleman in a white dress, if that is also only one girl...... may be impressed by the vendor.

Quickly, expand your communications and inquire,

"Oh. One of your men says he remembers it if he's on his stomach. He said," It's okay here, "so I dropped him off.

"Tenth Street...? Yes, I understand. Thank you for your time in the middle of the night."

The girl knight finishes his correspondence and turns his gaze toward the direction of 10th Street.

There's nothing around there. It was not just a neighborhood without shops, it was a neighborhood with many abandoned buildings that were deserted.

However, if a carriage coming from the college is headed for the castle, it is almost always the way to go. Unless otherwise specified.

"You got off quite a bit in front of the castle. Scared. Did you notice?

"Maybe he wanted time to think."

"Not at all... Your sister is so sweet everywhere"

While sighing, there is no danger in Claria's tone. I'm even smiling. Belgrette always thinks she's an understandable sister who could have done too much for herself.

"So shall we go for a little bit? Sister."

1: 00 a.m.

It is a time when summer was withheld nearby, but this night was chilly and foggy.

As he walked down the sidewalk on 10th Street with no sign of any person, Belgrette found it on the cobblestone.

Unnaturally. Dry red and black marks, like sprinkled water on the street. And...

"... this..."

White.

Comfortable to the touch, supposedly from the dress...... a piece of cloth.

…………

Claria breathes, too.

Think. Did Cyril even get attacked by a thug? No, that's not it. She is Maggie, a brilliant water chanter. I can't believe I'm going to be late for that pact. Besides, time is up. I would have walked with great care. If...

The destruction of 'Auzi', which occurred abruptly in the basement of the castle. Like the aftermath, the city became a quiet blind spot. I was in that blind spot, Cyril.

For example... If we assume that 'there are still assassins', wouldn't there be a single line through these?

There's someone who wants to keep his presence secret by the time it's unusual, and he kills five of 'Auzi', and even his client, Cyril, is in his hands -

"Huh!"

So Belgrette shook her head.

Still haven't decided that Cyril is dead......

"Um... sister. Over here......"

But Claria's staring ahead.

Thin alley. There were red and black tracks to the correct space, even if it was a gap that could have happened between disturbed buildings rather than roads. Even the slightest hope of Belgrette, so as to extinguish it.

The sisters nod at each other and enter a narrow alley.

The building on the left and right is old and I can't feel any signs of people. It was a residence that had been abandoned for quite some time.

Proceed along an alley where the lights don't plug in properly either. They swallow themselves into the darkness that no one sees.

That's how - I went out to the open place.

Belgrette looks out.

I was surprised there was a place like this in this city.

A square and wide space surrounded by stone buildings. It would have been a product of a disturbed building. Its vacant land also looked as if it were an intentionally built arena. In the back corner, only one thin dirty street light is on.

Such a light lit up - a black shadow, one.

Like I've been waiting for. It stood at the heart of this square natural arena.

A black outfit that feels long enough to lose weight and is no longer used to seeing it.

However, there was an anomaly that drew a line with previous enemies.

It's a - a mask. Belgrette felt something strange about the appearance of a reptile.

The masked Phantom takes a step toward the two.

After all, I was there. Not yet... an assassin.

"Where's Cyril?"

Without answering Bergrette's hard voice, the assassin created a small flame in his right hand, which remained sluggish and lowered.

"It's no use, sister. Let's take it down and ask slowly."

Claria says without alarm.

Bergrette set himself up by calling out a sword in his right hand. I couldn't afford to summon up two swords because I had consumed a lot of soul and heart strength, Prarna, in my battle with Bon during the day.

... Girl Knight reminds me of Mia's story. Rumors of 'Auzi'. The leader said he was a masked Phantom.

"Ha!"

Belgrette ejects a series of water bullets and follows them as if they were one of them.

The Phantom crushed the flame he had created and let it wrap around his right hand.

The assassin grabs one water bullet after another with a streamlined body and evaporates it. Instead of avoiding it, it seemed like they were carefully picking one out to avoid leaking it.

(... this!

The Phantom crushes all the water bullets and intercepts Bergrette himself, who flew as the last bullet.

The thing called water attributes in the dark demonstrates, in fact, considerable ability.

It does not emit light like flames or thunder, making it easy to get lost in the darkness.

In fact, the first assassins who fought, etc. seem to have themselves been good at a method of warfare dispersed in the darkness, but have been knocked down without exchanging by Belgrette's shotgun of water. I couldn't see the water flying through the darkness.

Both Belgrette and Crearia are naturally familiar with the compatibility and nature of such attributes.

"... na,"

That's why - I have to be stunned.

Claria raised her voice unexpectedly.

Same as when the first assassin, in the dark. We ourselves are water in darkness. The opponent responds with a noticeable flame.

The Phantom took the sword flashes of Belgrette's water, all of them only with his right hand wrapped in flames, and was smitten.

"... Huh!

Water bullets for restraint. And a much faster sword strike than that. They're in the dark, they don't hit.

A colour of agitation floats in Belgrette's face. The girl knight, who realized she couldn't let her sword bathe, quickly jumped back and let go of the intermission.

The assassin does not chase him, but sits on the spot.

Like waiting. It's like - show me your next move, all the time.

"In this darkness... I can't believe I'm going to take my sister's moves while wearing a mask..."

Claire eyes open in amazement.

Belgrette reassembled the water sword and uttered words with even a faint grin.

"Really... you're a hell of a man. Would you mind telling me your name?

…………

Phantoms don't talk in silence.

"Don't you want to say your name? Of course, I don't mind a real name, but a common name. Or..."

Shh... and Belgrette's eyes narrowed.

"Is there a reason why you can't speak up?

Pickle and.

Only slightly, the assassin's shoulder seemed to have moved.

"Claire!

Belgrette kicks the ground as she calls her sister's name, stuffing her way in with the enemy.

"Yes!"

Until then, Claria, who had not participated in the battle and watched how it was, also unleashed the silver long sword she had raised on her hips, fleshing to the assassin.

The Phantom did not take the time, but put his hands up to shoulder height. I'm trying to intercept them both at the same time. There is nothing else called foolishness, such as dealing with two people who are actually Royal Guards at the same time, even though they are apprenticeships - it should have been.

After a moment, the sisters are stunned.

The assassin took the Belgrette water sword with his right hand wrapped in flames.

With your left hand holding nothing, give me Claria's long sword.

It's like a pre-ordained martial arts act, storming a series of strikes.

(... ugh!

At least if you can use duplicity. Belgrette chewed her teeth inside.

I also thought about using the dagger I have in my nostalgia, but it probably doesn't make sense.

The reason why Belgrette uses a water sword rather than an actual sword lies in its convenience. Freedom to let it out or turn it off. The weight, hardness, and blade crossing can be adjusted almost freely. With increased smell, it will be possible to create the sword as you wish.

Against this enemy, the reach is too short with the dagger of nostalgia. The weight of the sword slightly blunts the sword speed. Until I get tired of it, it doesn't work for this drill. That's what I decided.

"Sister!

Claria backed down and screamed.

Using that voice as a signal, Belgrette also jumps back while shooting water bullets and lines up next to her sister. The Phantom, naturally, slaps down all the water bullets.

"- Shall we end this?"

Claria said with an invincible grin, laying her left hand on Belgrette's right hand only for a moment. Like holding hands.

Soon his sister releases her hand and runs into the masked assassin.

Belgrette also rushes out late toward the assassins who set out to intercept Claria.

So for the first time, the masked assassin showed signs of upset.

I can't help it. Belgrette, who overtook Claria in an instant, was approaching the assassin's present during the moment.

Bellette's water sword emits a flash of horizontal giraffes.

The assassin leaned back and struck a blow - it looked like.

A blow from the bellgrette that swept away.

The tip of the sword suddenly stretched out like a spear and struck directly into the assassin's face.

The assassin, who leaned heavily against him, stepped on them, and still holds on.

Earlier, there were two Divine Chanting Oracles that my sister applied when she held my sister's hand.

One is physical strengthening. The identity of the leg strength that Bergrette stuffed in an instant.

And the other, complete autonomous defense. its application. The technique of 'the wall of water reacting to the presence that flew in at high speed' was applied to the right arm of Belgrette.

Right arm wielded at high speed to clasp the sword. It was the surgery that sensed the wind pressure coming out of it that erupted.

The blow, as if the sword had stretched, surely captured the assassin's face.

Biki...... and the sound of crackling. The sound of a mask breaking.

Lizard scuffs - peeled off - so that I and something would be born off.

Appears, that face of the other person.

"... then what... eh?

Claria, who was running in for a chase, had accidentally stopped her legs.

I open my eyes as if to see something incredible. No... the fact is, you won't believe it.

"... eh"

Belgrette, who saw that face of the assassin, was also just bitter.

With a hard voice, I called. Give me that name.

"Mr. Detlev......"