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

The Royal Art Museum of Raindeer, upstairs large hall.

A huge chandelier suspended from the high ceiling emits a blurry light. Window curtains are dim despite the daytime because everything is closed.

In such a dark space - the moment when the two staggered, the groaning sounded.

"Gu, ah..."

He spits out a chunk of rice and blood, and the man falls to the floor without power.

"Paper!"

Even though a young daughter rushes over to a man who has fallen asleep, his father only trembles without being able to answer.

Instead of his voice, the blood overflowing from his mouth twitches and spreads to the floor. Heavy and painful fists struck out by horizontal giraffes. The blow could have shattered my jaw.

"Daddy! Daddy."

Both hands of her crying daughter emit a faint blue and white light. Oracle, the God of Recovery chant. But in that light, which is too weak compared to the incumbent chanter Mage, no decent wound treatment can be done. You shouldn't even be resting. But for the young daughter of a civilian who wouldn't even be ten years old, that was the best she could do.

"Stand up. I'm sorry for the blow. Show me your temper, Southern Monkey."

Looking down at parents and children with cursing is a young man in cold air.

Dark blue and uniform outfit. Short blonde hair pruned. Is the age around twenty or so? He looks white and neat like a plaster statue, but his face is cold enough to wonder if he has left his emotions somewhere.

Especially those eyes.

In both eyes of gray, there is not a single piece of what is called warmth. Even women and children who had no connection to the rough events had a spooky light, instinctively perceived as "this eye is dangerous".

"Stand up, monkey."

The young man puts a relentless kick in the belly of a man who spits blood.

I'm not where I stand. He was in need of immediate medical attention.

"Ya, no more...! Agu!"

A daughter who tried to shelter her father was kicked in the leg of a swinging young man. Roll down the floor with the dirt.

"Chip... there would have been blood on my clothes. You little monkey girl..."

The young man spits abominably, pressing his cheeks against the crying girl. I wouldn't tolerate fine dust either. In footsteps.

"Stop. That's it, Fer Die"

"... okay"

It was the voice of a quiet leader who stopped the young man called Fer Die from legging. Fer Die looked up in a breath and told him as he looked around.

"Next"

The museum guests and staff gathered here - about forty people - were desperately out of the youth's sight. If I looked him in the eye, he'd kill me, in such a way.

Just now, it's not just the guy who got knocked down. Several other men are rolling to the floor moaning bitterly. An unlikely miserable sight for a beautiful museum.

Before the cold young man as the ice, there was no more to be named.

"That's it. The fun's over."

The young man, who nodded at the lead's words and gave him a chilling atmosphere - Fer Die - returns to the standby position with his hands behind his back.

"- Huh."

The man who sat deeply on the couch installed in the corner of the hall - the leader, Jindim, laughs with satisfaction at seeing such a fer die. He seemed to admire his prized antiques.

Jindim says as he strokes an old wound engraved on his right cheek.

"Well, now I'm sure you understand your position."

Communication that was ringing outside earlier. Words emanating from a wounded man who was deploying that correspondence. People finally recognized the status quo like a nightmare.

We can't get out of here.

Those gathered in the upstairs hall without any explanation by the men in possession of the weapons had been offered certain conditions by Jindim.

That is.

"If you want to get out of the museum, defeat Fer Die," he said.

The fer die is situated in front of the stairs leading to the entrance and exit on the ground floor. The appearance of not being as microscopic as a statue and the faceless and righteous face are also exactly like exhibits in the building.

But the man was seated in the middle of the aisle, unlikely as an exhibit. If you want to leave, you just have to do what Jindim says and get rid of it.

but the challengers returned without a few seconds. It was useless even for a few people.

Naturally. Jindim did not give them the opportunity to liberate themselves. We made Fer Die stand to make him understand that he was a prisoner so that he could see that he could not escape.

"It's Fer Die. Every time I see your struggle, I know the truth of the world."

Jindim grins contentedly as she strokes the scar on her cheek.

"Where we have arranged what beauty, the world revolves around the axis of violence. The powerless will not fulfill their wishes."

Turn the talking subject into hostages, and the wounded man continues.

"Speaking of you people today, you mean it's impossible to even get out of this museum without power. Well... I've already started negotiating, so it would be helpful if you didn't waste any more resistance - can I close my candidacy?

There was no one left to name.

The perceived hostages were moved to the center of the hall. Those who are injured and unable to move are also forced to line up by armed men.

All were aligned in two horizontal rows, and the intact put their hands behind their heads.

Around, there are about twenty armed men.

All of them wore blue monochrome clothing close to black. Cloak, same color to the shoe.

Several of them stand up to poke swords and spears at hostages.

"The exploration in the building, it's all over. No one is hiding. As for the museum itself, the art of protection still seems to be running out."

"Thank you"

After listening to reports of his men coming down from the upper floor, Jindim re-sat deeply on the couch.

"Then Fer Die, detain him quickly. Goldie and Darimir, take charge of the handlers."

Responding to Jindim, who says as he strokes the scar on his cheek, the men begin to move. Fer Die sounds cuttlefish and shoes and walks forward in front of a middle-aged man standing at the far right end of the line.

The young man stopped perfectly in front of the man. The hostage man stands in front of himself - look at Fer Die, who even left the boy's face, and stretch his face.

At such statues, the young man speaks with an inorganic voice.

"Then it's from you first. Take off your clothes, monkey."

"Ha?

"Do Southern monkeys make sense of the word? I say take off your clothes."

Poked, silver-toned cutting edge of a shining sword. An intimidating and ruthless voice who only tells you what to do. The overwhelming strength I've seen.

I could easily imagine what would happen if I did not obey.

The hostages are then instructed to take off their clothes one by one, one after the other naked. Those who were made to look unwrapped were bound and seated with their hands one after the other.

As for those who are injured and unable to move, two armed men roughly tie them up.

"Oh, um...!

It was my turn, a good figure... a young woman who could tell at a glance that she was aristocratic squeezed out a crying voice.

"What?"

"Duh, why do you have to take off your clothes...?

"You don't have to answer. Take it off, monkey."

Fer Die sticks his sword tip to the woman with his cold eyes.

"Hi..., forgive me. I am before my dowry. Exposing the skin to the public in places like this…"

The woman looks up at Fer Die with her pleading eyes.

From among the armed men, the sound of a pew whistle sounded.

"Nice! When the hostages flavor, they say so, right? Look at the man naked, if you don't mind!

A lousy laugh echoes the hall.

"Oh...... please! I won't turn against you or run away... please forgive me..."

The woman cried down on the spot.

"Is this you?" Which one of us is better than your boyfriend? 'Is that a good situation to fuck with? Fer Die, replace me. "

"Darimir, shut up for a second. I guess that's why they put me in charge of men."

An inferior laugh heard from armed men. Sobbing woman's ringing throat.

Fer Die, who was looking down at the woman with his emotionless eyes, still told her in a voice without discouragement.

"Shall the monkey be ashamed at one end?... Fine."

To the words, the woman looks up to Fer Die in fear with her eyes wet in tears.

"So, then..."

"Then die."

Fer Die did not hesitate, neither did the fine dust, and waved a long sword down the woman's head.

Goggins and heavy metal sounds echo, with a slight spark.

Played with a sword strike, Fer Die glanced at his right arm paralyzed by the aftertaste and turned his gaze to the shadow he broke into.

"... what are you going to do. Dimaldo."

A man with a gauntlet in black that also resembled a giant beetle - Dimaldo waved his right arm playing the sword and stared at Fer Die.

"What are you going to do? Don't you understand what hostages mean?

"Thirty-seven Southern monkeys are hot and bitter. I've lost one, and I'm sure it won't interfere."

"I don't know if there's an obstacle, but you're not the judge. The other guy is that Aldia. They say you need to be careful."

"Hun...... how much is the general of the herd of monkeys? Scared. Did you notice? Don't be shy when you hear the king Campill."

"Just pull the sword. If you really want to play - after it's all over, I'll play you."

"... after it's all over, huh?... f, that would be nice"

Meaninglessly murmured, Fer Die drew his sword with great admiration.

"Fine, no," Dimaldo tongues, gently speaking to the hostage woman.

"You scared me. Asking them to take off their clothes is to disarm and prevent escape. Naked would be resistant...... I don't mind underwear. I'm sorry, but please. You can weave your jacket."

Did the aristocratic woman who was about to be murdered observe or follow the instructions as she grew blue and trembled? Dimaldo loosely ties that hand.

"Are you all right, Mr. Deemald?"

A short-haired man, close to the boy, came over to care and called out.

"Did you think I could handle this to that extent? Daz."

Dimaldo gave him an invincible grin.

- and. In that vision, you enter the figure of a girl who was crying after her father was defeated earlier.

"Daddy......, ugh"

The young daughter was tiny and rubbing her nose when she saw how a neat father could be tied up. The cheeks kicked by Fer Die are painfully swollen. Still, I didn't care about my injury or anything, I just cared about my father.

"………, father……"

"Mr. Deemald?

"- Hey, ya. Nothing."

It was a dimald who tried to walk over to the girl, but stomped "mostly" to shake something off.

Those who are thus injured are forcefully bound, and those who are safe are stripped of their clothes in turn, men naked and women in underwear.

Upon confirmation that all the hostages had been taken into custody, Fer Die laid his sword again.

"Isn't it the fastest way to cut a tendon in your leg?

"I said no. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"Chi......"

Fer Die drew his sword.

Dimaldo sighs and walks over to Jindim, where he sank into the couch.

"... Done. For God's sake, Leader, I can't give you any simple instructions.

"Kukku...... Fer Die stands on his arm too. It's just clumsy, it's just too patriotic. Take a good look at him."

To a tired deemald, the lead laughs furiously as he strokes the scar on his cheek.

So, a ripple of communication spread in Jindim's ear.

"It's me"

"Response confirmed. This is Brandal."

"Hmm. What happened to you? How's she doing?

'Oh... that's "Penta". The abilities are really great, but they seem harder to control than I thought. I'm sorry, but I missed my goal. What's more, at present, it's troublesome -...'

The noise mixes with the communication. But the parties seemed to hear each other, continuing the conversation without any problems.

"- Hmm, right. So often, see how it goes - no, wait."

Jindim lurks his voice like I thought.

"Stay put. Let me use a little of the project here. As soon as I have some business, I would like to continue with my assignment. I'll give you an overview later."

'Mm... Got it. Shall we finish what we can do now?'

Finish communication. Dimaldo threw an astonishing glance.

"... are you doing something back there, Leader"

"No, it's a story that has nothing to do with this operation. Don't get in your way."

"Right.... and you're going to make it."

Dimaldo blurs as he turns his face in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"Are you anxious? Dimaldo."

"You don't trust a leader. It's not like that. but the other guy is that aldia. I don't know how much I thought about it, I can't feel safe. But..."

The man looked to heaven as he prayed.

Squeeze as you gaze at the luxurious chandelier down from the ceiling.

"Finally... we've come this far. It was a long time. I'll never miss this opportunity."

Dimaldo closed his eyes and offered his prayers. God couldn't help but pray, knowing he wouldn't bless or anything.

"- God of Creation. Our victory over Norstación..."

The kings and knights of Ardia were moving hastily to prepare their meals.

This is an emergency. It is also expected to be quite a long battle.

Then you should also consider the possibility that the castle will be attacked by thieves. This museum occupation, for example, is a monument, and it cannot be said that there is no sen that the raid on the castle is destiny.

Bergrette decided to try to fly communications to Princess Liliane's room.

'Yes, it's Liliane!

It was such a temperamental response that I could hear my nose.

If you ask, the castle says it lays a strict precaution by a hundred and fifty soldiers. It's unlikely they'll break through in case.

Even if the enemy was going to raid the castle, it could be considered defensive enough to wonder if he would give up.

'This one's fine! Because we also have Oretta!

This is an out-of-wall exercise, but the deputy captain, Oretta, has not participated. From the lessons of five years ago, the captain and deputy captain always decide that one of them will remain.

Oretta was to remain because Latias, the captain, was participating in the exercise this time.

If she's by Princess Liliane, it's exactly a hundred manpower. Don't worry about it.

'Oh?'

…… What's the matter, man? Liliane. "

'I don't have that Oretta......!

"What, uh"

I was just getting anxious and heard an exchange from the other side of the communication.

"Giselle, where's Oretta?

"Uh, uh, when they picked up the cake earlier,"

'Really! Looking forward to that!

...... looks ok.

I don't know, I feel like I'm lacking tension, but Belgrette won't have to worry about it. We clean up this place ourselves. Princess Liliane never rubs her mind. I just need you to stay where you always are.

'Belle, be careful.... I don't know, because it makes a lot of noise.'

"Yes, I'll take care of it."

When I finished the correspondence and took a breather, I heard the conversations of the soldiers passing busily.

"Hey, you know my helmet I left in the tent?

"A helmet? Is your helmet that categorical one? I don't know. Hurry up. We're running out of drugs."

I wondered if there was anything a serious girl knight could do to beat the hard-working soldiers.

"Yes, Leafia's..."

The researchers packing in her mansion should not be aware of the current circumstances. I should tell him in correspondence and let him know that Leafia will be here for a while.

Belgrette began spinning the art of communication towards the mansion.

An hour from the request. Huge ripples unfolded over the sky with such precision that I wondered if I was even measuring it exactly in time. Jindim's voice echoes.

'Well... have you prepared meals and medicines?

'Oops. I've got it ready... how can I give it to you?

'Do you want me to use just one soldier and bring him inside every luggage? I'm not trying to imitate anything strange. "

"Heh. So, I have a demand from you, too."

"Demand?

'Hey, it's just a fair deal. We plug in the bumps. You will open one hostage. What do you say?'

There was cheer from the gathered crowd at King Aldia's suggestion.

'... you think you're in a position to make such a deal?

"Dude, that's what I said about building trust with each other, huh? That's good, one or two hostages, not less, right? Hmm? Are you guys losing it? Well, how about that?

Often, there's no time to think.

Copy that. To the soldier who left his luggage, let's turn one over '

In the voice of Jindim, a gathered people boil.

"Ooh. The spirit of concession matters."

King Aldia also sounded the words satisfactorily.

'So shall we go in for an exchange? Thirty minutes after the end of the exchange, the following communication shall be put in'

Zindim unilaterally tells, and the ripples above disappear.

"Oh, well, let's get to transporting goods."

Under King Aldia's decree, the soldiers began work.

…………

King Ardia throws a teasing voice at Belgrette, who was putting his hand under his chin as he watches it.

"Anything bothering you? Girl."

"Oh, no. of thieves...... a man named Jindim. I fully accepted His Majesty's suggestion, and..."

"Hmm. Well, maybe you thought that if you broke it here, it would make it easier for you to pass through your fate. And surprisingly, you might have wanted to have dinner soon, huh? haha!

With the king laughing alongside him, Belgrette tours.

- Fate, huh?

What exactly is the purpose of an enemy who imitates so much?

Depending on what Jindaim looks like, it's not of the same quality as the terrorist attacks of five years ago. I did not abandon myself and stand up. Probably working out an intense plan, assuming to set up in a museum from the beginning, before moving on to execution.

That's what they're after, the demand of fate. They should be demanding something extraordinary. And as for this one, you can't answer that.

If so, there is also the possibility that some kind of trick will be put in place to force this one to drink the demand -

(... setup..., ah)

Zindim lightly accepted King Aldia's suggestion to free one hostage. That reason for lightly releasing the existence of a hostage that you should want to redeem for your destiny.

(… possibly,)

"Ooh, Belle. Do me a favor as soon as you're free. Just in case."

"Ah, yes......!

King Aldia tells him to slap his ear.

The king seemed to have noticed what Belgrette had come to think. Naturally.

"... Mr. Bell?

Leafia, who was beside me, looks up anxiously.

"Oh... nothing, Leafia. It's okay."

Belgrette smiled back gently at the girl in the wind so as not to worry her.