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

It took about fifteen minutes to carefully exchange meals with one of the hostages.

It was a civilian girl the same age as Belgrette who opened up. I'm crying and having a hug with my parents.

But I can feel it disturbing, but I have to get information from her.

At the king's command that the year was near, that he was the same woman, and that he would ask for an array at last, Belgrette would listen.

"Um, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I thought scared you... Talk to me, okay?

"... what, dear Belgrette...!?

The girl rushes to bow her head as she wipes her wet face in tears. Her parents gave the same tribute.

"Oh, make it easier. Uh... before that, excuse me"

Belgrette explores the girl's body everywhere with her hands wrapped around a thin film of water. The girl, touched by her peppers and body, blushed and confused.

"Beh, Master Belgrette...... Huh? Ku, it's ticklish."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me find out if some kind of divine chant, Oracle, has been set up or not. Don't worry, it's okay."

For example, a despicable technique exists called the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb.

It is an outrageous divine chant, Oracle, that applies it to living humans and causes them to detonate - that is, to make humans impromptu bombs.

There are also despicable men who make themselves appear to have opened up and put their magic on hostages. Five years ago in terrorism, some imitated the usual trajectory of treating oneself and blowing oneself up while specially attacking.

Because it is the Oracle, a form of divine chanting to be applied and planted with care, the power of the explosion is extremely high, although it is not something that can be used in a state of combat opposite various enemies. In time, it also depends on the power of the surgeon.

It was originally used in warfare, demolition of buildings, and so on, for widespread destruction.

As far as Jindim's communications technology is concerned, if this man could use the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb, it would undoubtedly be tremendously powerful first. If we burst on this occasion, where a large number of people have gathered, the number of victims will not be hundreds. Buildings with a semi-protective technique may also collapse.

That's why I thought that Zindim responded lightly to the liberation of the hostages in order to set this up - Belgrette, but fortunately this girl was not set up with such a kind of divine chant, Oracle.

This was what King Aldia and Belgrette were concerned about. of - fortunately, the prediction ended up empty.

The Girl Knight decides that the enemy, at least now, wants to proceed fairly...

"Well then... can I talk to you for a second?

"Ah, yes. I don't know if I can help..."

I didn't even get more information about the purpose and identity of the thief, even if I actually listened to him.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I'm already scared anyway..."

Even as an enemy, I would have chosen someone who would be open and painless - not a leak of information. The girl has nothing to do with it.

For the first time, the information obtained is the large number of enemies, their characteristics, and the face of Jindim. The rest is that they're arrayed upstairs in the museum, in the Great Hall. And

"The men who seem strong have all been hit..."

"... eh"

The 'play' of letting one of the thieves fight and let him go if he could win.

Jindim said in correspondence that he had "just repelled because he was challenged," etc., but this is probably why the hostages were injured.

A civilian fights the chanter Magee, and he can't even win. Belgrette couldn't help but remember her anger at the evil hobby that made her liberate.

Apparently, the man who served as the opponent was an extreme discriminator, the Raysists, who said he was vilely cursing at the hostages as' monkeys'.

What are you going to do, take hostages? If you want to fight, be the opponent, come out and fight with dignity - the Girl Knight wanted to say it off.

There are about twenty enemies. That would be the case from the amount of meal I've been demanding.

Everyone wears a uniformed outfit in blue. At the end of the conversation the word 'country' appeared. If so, as it was five years ago, it is still definitely a group of foreigners.

Should it be taken for granted? If you are a person in the country who knows the horror of King Aldia: 'Those who disobey will crush you relentlessly', you will not cause such absurd terrorism first.

It's also familiar to occupy a museum.

Several of the thieves said they were dressed as museum officials. He seemed to have taken hostages when he led them to the exhibition hall. That's what this girl did, and she was caught lightly.

From there, the enemy contacted the outside world and called in the rest of the personnel. The damage to the museum appears to have occurred during the fighting with the soldiers present at this time.

In addition, from M.O. 's such as taking off the hostage's clothes and tying and aligning their hands - or rather, not sudden terrorism, like five years ago. The opponent is a group of fighters who specialize in some sort of... perhaps other country, organized movement. The plot for this terrorist attack would also have been carefully worked out.

"And then... what, have you ever wondered?

"Oh, speaking of..."

So the girl looked up, as she remembered.

"Sounds like the leader of the killers... I was in correspondence with the king, a man named Jindim -"

"What's going on?

The girl looks into Belgrette's eyes and snorts.

"Frequently, I was in communication with someone. I didn't hear you clearly..."

"Communications…"

You mean you were in contact with the outside world? If so, I mean...

and that's where the girl makes her face shine haha.

"Oh, and then! I remember! of those people...... name!

"Norstación? I don't know your name."

King Aldia frowned as he whispered his ears with his pinky fingers.

"Again... yes, right"

It was also an unfamiliar name for Belgrette.

I also checked with the girl to see if it was a mistake to hear, but she said it was for sure.

pseudonym, Sen is thin. It can also be deduced from the appearance of Jindim, but those who run to murder under a clear will tend not to falsify their names. Because I think I have nothing to be ashamed of. I would even feel proud and speak my own name with dignity.

The name Norstación is also, perhaps, a true name.

Then it is puzzling that even King Aldia doesn't sound familiar.

As for Belgrette, I believe it is the crime of those who resent the King. If so, it should most likely be the opponent the king has conquered in the past or someone related to it...... Is it a unique name? I don't even know how many words.

"So, what's left? Were you communicating frequently?

King Aldia looked surprised at the museum.

"At least they're all standing in the museum right now."

"Right..."

Belgrette looks around somewhat.

The wild horses, gathered in front of the museum, will reach two hundred people. In this, there may be a constituent of a dispersed enemy in the people.

- No. Then maybe it's still there.

Jindim was in communication with 'Someone'.

Leafia was targeted as well as terrorism.

Possibility that the Raider is an Opt.

(... what is this...,)

"Mr. Bell...?

Leafia looked up to me most of the time to see how anxious she was.

The girl in the wind, like about herself, is worried and watching what happens.

"Mm, it's okay."

Belgrette placed her hand on Leafia's head and smiled gently.

- At the same time, huge ripples of communication appear over the sky. In response, King Aldia also let the art of communication unfold.

"It's time for me to go into the next negotiation"

"Aye."

King Ardia responds to Jindim unchanged and without discouragement, whispering his ears.

A few times from there, the kind of interaction that I would explore continued.

Prepare five million escorts.

Two million esc extra.

King Aldia returns "Come every day" to Zindim's words, "Give me the Cursed Jewel (Full Pierre)," a luminous stone that is rare in the world and that is estimated to be worth fifty million escu.

I responded to the request to give me the sword forged from Leguille Steel by procuring it from the Knights' armoury store "Dragon Claw".

King Ardia "freed" in response to the demand to open up the ideologists of the Principality of Risemary who are being held in the dungeon. Jindim laughs with her nose.

Do not give in to each other, or give in, and negotiations continue.

Perhaps the enemy is measuring distance. Demands to pass, demands not to pass. I'm trying to figure out that line. Mention the various circumstances of every country, large and small, and weave a negotiation of faux that doesn't matter.

King Aldia also spots it, responds to a few things "tsp", or pokes underneath, and exchanges continue.

"………………"

Belgrette does not think, staring at the ripples of communications deployed over the sky.

This man named Jindim, he speaks to the inside of Raindeer. Besides, the negotiations are good. It just causes this kind of thing, and I'm doing a good job of looking into it.

- Okay, well, we'll have enough next time.

As Jindim declares, ripples floating in cloudy skies disappear.

In negotiations so far, the three hostages were opened up. No trap was set either. Thirty-four for the rest.

Two and a half hours have already elapsed since the terrorist attacks. Standing up is to the detriment of the human being who only prolonged it.

... It's about time.

The interval to the next communication is also getting shorter. It's time for thieves to make demands for what they are meant to be.

"Belle child!

Bergrette, immersed in the vortex of thought, raised her face as a hack to the voice.

King Aldia smiles. Leafia leaked her voice a lot too.

Turning to his face as he spoke - the figure of drifting shield and clairia running under him as he drew the waves of those gathered.

"Ah..."

He came.

And at the same time,

He's here.

I thought so.

"Lugo......, Claire"

- What do I look like now?

Calling the two names, Belgrette thought that.

"... bell child,"

Belgrette looked at each other and lay her face down sadly.

- Why are you looking so crying?

I swallowed the word.

Belgrette doesn't look surprised by the arrival of drift protection. I guess you knew you were coming here.

If so, it's a good guess about her. I understand what it means to be a civilian and a shield that should have come here. Probably... I know all about the guerrillas. So she looked so sad. He did.

"Yo, Lugo, you're here. Hmm? What the hell, you cut your gaze and meet me. Are you totally deadbeat?

King Aldia, who laughed at him, greets him with protection.

I didn't have the strength to argue with the king's tease because I saw Belgrette's sad face.

Instead, Claria breaks in and reports.

Your Majesty, we have arrived now.

"Oh, thank you."

Even though the opponent is King Aldia, I guess it's not funny to make fun of the drifters. Claria's eyes are sharp, but the giant king in the mountains does not even move fine dust.

"... the king. Um... how did you get me?

"Claire will listen to you, too. As you can see, a terrorist attack is occurring right now." Silver Legion Squad "Silvalios" is also largely absent in out-of-wall exercises, and therefore lacks combat power. So I personally asked for help from the Lord, who has a lot of fighting power. I also think of rewards and more at the dawn of my contribution. No matter what, I'm not going to force you. "

It was a very different explanation from what Claria told me. but...... rewards or 'something more'.

"... ok. In the meantime, let me wild horse"

"Ouch. Well, take your time."

King Aldia chuckled and slapped the shoulder of his shield.

"Do I just give you the minimum amount of information for now? There are about twenty thieves. He is currently standing in the museum taking thirty-four hostages. The name of the negotiator, leader and thoughtful man is Jindim. I'm negotiating with him right now. Honestly, this is not the right thing to do. A man can deal with Gatsun. It's a pain in the ass."

"Ha... you agree. I don't know what kind of occasion I could be of use to."

The drift guard looks around.

First of all, for some reason, there was a Leafia who was supposed to have gone back to the mansion. A report of a terrorist attack entered on the way home in an armed carriage and may have stopped straight here. Girl like that has been small and gracious, so she also responds with her hands up.

I heard there was a terrorist attack - and I imagined a tragedy like the building burning and people falling... but it doesn't seem that bad. One way or another, it's more right to stand up.

Unlike Earth, there is no such thing as a powerful heavy weapon, or a protective technique applied to the building. Ah.

"-"

If you look closely, some of the columns that make up the museum are missing. Lifeguard asked neighbor Claire.

"Claire. The museum, it's a little broken... but wasn't it protected or something?

"Oh... I guess it was about to expire. Because of this, I was also proposing to review deadlines and treatment laws..."

Sighing all the time, Claria flaunts her shoulders.

For its part, the museum didn't seem to try to respond inside because it was busy. It seems the same in these worlds that the hips tend to be heavier against changing familiar ways and customs.

"... hmm? Twenty enemies, thirty-four hostages... this, if the hostages are desperate to resist, we can reverse it, right?

"If a hostage is a power monkey like you, it's possible."

I was stunned with my eyes. I mean, power monkey.

It's a world without heavy firearms. It is all the same that the divine chant Oracle can be used. Then there was no reason for hostages to be caught by adults, but rather if they were winning by numbers, they could resist - a drift protection I thought, but it doesn't seem to be such an easy issue.

The majority of the people cannot do 'combat' or anything else. Burning firewood with fire, caring for grass and trees with water, chilling food with ice... I use the Divine Chant "Oracle" to make life more convenient until I'm full, not the battle-specific chanter "Magee". There's no way you can resist or anything - that was Claria's saying.

If you think the other way around, the people who cause terrorism, etc. will be people with mighty power who can form it only with the Divine Chant "Oracle" without heavy firearms.

In a way, it's terribly cruel.

I vaguely thought so.

If you are on Earth, simply hand a powerful weapon - for example, a gun or a blade - and the position of the strong and the weak will be reversed.

But in this world, it doesn't.

Those who cannot use powerful techniques do not have the means to reverse them against those who can. Half-arms and weapons don't make sense before the Divine Chant Oracle. The weak can only live in prayer that they will not be targeted. In case you're going to confront the mighty, it's already over at that point.

Such a separation exists between the chancer Mage and the average person.

That kind of world without miracles.

(……… yes, right)

I thought I understood a little why Gaicellius and myself were entertained by the "Secretary of Dragon's Destruction".

In this world, where position is determined almost by birth, it overwhelms those who deal with powerful techniques while being at the bottom of the line that the Divine Chant "Oracle" cannot be used.

Such a presence as Gaicellius and Shipwreck would seem painful to the powerless.

From the crowd in front of me, I could hear the conversation between the two like old couples.

"Oh... God of Creation, please. Help my daughter..."

"It's okay, you. God sees it, too. Even the king will do something about it."

Apparently, there's a daughter among the hostages. Together, they were praying diligently.

I can assure you from Arishi Current Protection that it is a futile act to offer prayers. Doing that won't bring my daughter back. But... from them, all we can do is pray.

…………

The boy dropped his gaze on his fist.

I have the power to prevail in this world. If you wave your arms, you might be able to help this old couple.

If the wielding power of drift protection were equipped with authority as guardian of the law, it would be comforting for the powerless.

Not only that, but there may be occasions when it will be advantageous for you.

For example, about Mia the other day.

If the escort was a soldier, they could have helped her more smoothly. The Redracks may not have thought about retaliation either.

meaningless assumption, but it is possible that things were converging more safely.

(... guerrillas... or)

When I looked up, I saw Belgrette standing a little further away.... but she subtly lays down her face.

There's nothing wrong with it, but I wonder what this subtly awkward air... and the drift shield moaned.

(Okay. I need to talk to you to change this air...)

As soon as the strangely nervous driftshield tried to get to Belgrette, huge ripples spread over the sky.

Generate ripples so King Aldia can respond as well.

He was a boy who wandered around wondering what would start in the Magic Wars, and there was no curtain for me to come out of this, but when I looked closely, it was Oracle, the god of communication.

The only thing that gave me so much momentum and so much excitement was drift protection. This is embarrassing.

"Well - let's just say we're going into the next negotiation"

The voices of uncharacteristic men such as this echo without discouragement. This must be a man named Jindim, I heard the explanation I just received.

I think Osama, the town council officer who was forced to talk on the loudspeaker, was a shield, but the demands I was told were off track.

"Five" Penta, "proud of your country's proud college of midil. Do you want me to turn over one of them, Leafia Windfall '

A twitch arises from the wild horses.

The knights around them raised their faces as they were bounced, staring at the ripples that spread to height.

"... Huh?

At the time Leafia was staring at the ripples with a frightened face.

I guess I never thought of it, such as my name coming up here.

"No."

King Aldia responds instantly.

"Oh, oh, my lord..."

Leafia sends her gaze to the king who stands a little further away.

A mocking Jindim communication echoes.

"Why? I'll be there, and I won't have to hand it over. Right... Whatever, we can trade them for all the hostages?

He was Belgrette, who had the feeling that he was no longer feeling with the arrival of drift protection, but for a moment, he was looking up as if he had woken up.

The phrase 'in exchange for all the hostages'.

I mean, this is... this is what Leafia is all about.

Mysterious enemy wanting Leafia's figure.

Armed carriage attacked.

An assassin in an opt and thoughtful robe.

And...

"There he is, without the hassle of handing him over."

Jindim knows' why 'Leafia is on this occasion.

The enemy hasn't shown itself thoroughly all the time.

On the second floor of the museum, you're probably watching from that gap that closed the window curtain, but there's quite a distance to where the Belgrettes are.

Even if you were using far-sightedness, it should be nearly impossible to find a tall leafy figure in all this wave of people. Even now, she's completely hidden behind the big knight standing in front.

Words that Jindim uttered on the skin of the negotiations.

"I was going to ask King Aldia to come out as a bridge between the two sides first - but it seemed like he didn't have to call me and came over more than anything"

It is still understandable that he was aware of the existence of King Aldia. They're surrounded by knights. Yeah, they're bigger than anyone else in this room. It will also stand out in the distance.

But again, it's uncomfortable to be aware of the little leafy.

So how did Jindim, who is in the museum, know she was here on this occasion? Regardless, none of the sen would have been witnessed near King Aldia by chance.

But more than that, there is one natural and high probability.

Belgrette looks around without alarm to avoid being distracted.

- Right around the corner, I'm sure he's here. Someone giving Zindim information in correspondence - possibly, an opt.

Possibilities I thought about earlier.

There may be enemies mixed among the people. but if it's just an enemy, it could still be. The concern is at the centre.

Mixed is opt. I'm monitoring this one and reporting the situation to Jindim.

It was not hard to imagine that someone would be sending information inside the museum from outside.

but it is difficult to elect those who perform that role.

For in the unlikely event that the Belgrettes will touch you and you will be captured.

That number shall also be narrowed as far as possible. If one of them gets caught, they'll leak information from it.

If so, the ideal is a strong man who can defeat or escape without even being captured by his opponents. That's also a few elite. "Penta" would do it alone.

Honestly, I don't know why Opt would do that. It is more inconceivable, if not normal.

If she really is involved in this terrorism, this is a fine act of traffickers. It would be such a felony that it would not be comparable to Detlev or Dino earlier. So much so that there has been no example in the past.

The question that passes through the back of your brain over and over again, but what the hell are you going to do with an opt that has both power and status as a 'penta' in the first place until you commit that much risk?

Opt's sincerity is also unknown. Norstación's identity is also unknown.

But from previous circumstances, the hypothesis comes to mind.

The enemy attacked an armed carriage and failed to forcefully take Leafia away.

And I haven't given up on her yet, and I tried to get that figure by terrorism.

……

You sure about that? Have we missed anything?

When I calmly tried to put my thoughts together,

"Huh!?

Among the gathered people.

She did not miss that there was then a distorted shadow in the people-wave so as to escape from Belgrette's gaze.

Moments later, the girl knight sews the crowd and rushes out after the shadow.

"Hey sister!?

Being driven by an unspeakable rush, and unable to afford to respond to the voice of Crearia echoing behind her, Belgrette began the chant of the surgery as she ran.