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

- Done.

Jindim took a loud breath and stroked the scar on his cheek.

About twenty armed comrades send a compliment to the leader.

- It was all a fabric stone for this.

First negotiation.

"Release one of the hostages in exchange for a meal," Aldia asked lightly.

"Easy response means a 'hostage' trap may be set"

I induced thought so as to be suspicious.

The truth is, if Aldia hadn't mentioned it, Zindim would have brought the same suggestion from herself.

Next, it was necessary to twist the negotiations and take them to the parallel line.

I knew it from the beginning. Such as the opponent's failure to respond to Leafia Windfall's surrender.

If the negotiations stop moving forward, Aldia throws a stone to move the phase forward. That's the kind of guy. And he's a savage raindeer who prefers the rough stuff of dueling or whatever. It was not difficult to imagine coming up with a duel, including performance against the assembled people.

So send in the treated fer die. Assuming you lose.

Fer Die is also an armored soldier, but if the superior is also an opponent in "Silver Le Troop Silverios," there is no winning eye to begin with. And he won't be killed right on this occasion either. The opponent who actually came out didn't even look like a knight, but anyway, Fer Die was to be defeated and fell into the hands of the enemy. - As planned.

We succeeded in letting our enemies swallow 'dangerous goods', but in carrying out this plan there was a presence that was constantly forced to be vigilant.

Nastadio Sigris.

A 'penta' that risks breaking everything down in an instant.

Even though some time had passed since the museum's occupation, Nastudio did not show its appearance. I had also thought of setting it up from the beginning as a meal haulier, but it wasn't there either. During the negotiations along the way, I thought they would come in during the delivery of the goods, but neither did they.

When you're invisible, you don't know where or what you're up to.

If necessary, I also thought about extending the time for the release of the hostages until they showed up - earlier on, I finally confirmed their appearance, so I moved them to execution in this section.

He was wary that he might be trying to hide and set something up, but it simply seemed like he had arrived late. I can honestly say that I was just straining my nerves and it was a clap out.

The King's faction will pry into this gap and try to disarm the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb.

Typically, dealing with advanced trap techniques requires a high level of skill and time, naturally. The other side should also be guessing from Jindim's communication technology that it needs about twenty minutes to unlock the trap.

And if everyone gathered here can be held hostage, only Nastudio should be able to disarm them right now. Now her actions will be sealed by a trap release operation.

A double triple procedure was applied. It should take fifteen minutes to 'realize'.

I still have the means to say that these expectations were most off the table.

Even if things rolled in the worst direction, the measures to win were on the rounds. Norstación... Gindim Tolstoy is defeated - impossible.

- It's Aldia. What do you look like now?

Shit, and you're looking full of misery?

Or no way.

My thoughts... you're going to see through the 'trick' and you're not going to be fucking laughing, are you?

If so, it's a mistake.

After all, you're just dancing on my hands...

"Well... that's all I've got to do. It's your turn next. That's a grief, Dimaldo."

Jindim pushed a grin and killed him, slapping his comrade on the shoulder.

"... oh"

Dimaldo nods emotionally and drops his gaze on the boneless gauntlet that wraps his arm. When fists and fists met, gaggins and heavy metal noises echoed.

Stepping cuddly on his left foot, Dimaldo protrudes his left fist as he exhales "sissy" on the spot.

Left, right, left. The black remnants continued to rise, accompanied by a heavy wind-cut sound.

"Huh... you're doing well, Mr. Deemald"

"Haha. Do I look that way, Daz? Exactly."

Dimaldo turns his back twirling. He did not turn around and spoke to the lead.

"Then do me a favor, leader."

Stay behind me, put up a black fist.

"And so do you guys. I appreciate it, you idiots."

"... Though I do"

"What is it, Mr. Aliumi?"

"That Russian bastard I just knocked down, what are you gonna do, throw him away in the distance while he's at it?

"No, I'll find out...... By the way, Roche, huh? What is it?

Kesh gave a troubled smile, like a clerk dealing with an unpleasant guest.

Damn, I thought it was a good idea, but no. Liquid shield tongues inside.

After declaring that he had "taken everyone on this scene hostage," Jindim was out of communication to contact him again after enough.

(Still... awesome)

The two hundred people gathered around them, although they seem anxious, are all staying on this spot as directed by King Aldia.

Whether or not, I am now surrounded by soldiers where I tried to escape, but I cannot hide my surprise at the fact that all this number of people are still waiting for me in great numbers without causing confusion or panic.

Is this King Aldia's power of control? Well, I was told all of a sudden they were all going to die from the bomb, and maybe I just don't get a lot of sense of it.

"Ah too. You have a headache from hangover. Can I go home?

"I don't think that's a good idea."

It was a drift protection that would stick in. Instead of hangovers, Dean Nastudio, who seems to still be drunk, scratches his head with a shin.

Seriously, you did a great job in the terrorist attack five years ago. This man, and the boy, have to whine inside.

I don't know, maybe it's a good idea that I haven't moved into this situation at all.

So King Ardia, who was speaking to several soldiers, went away from the wheel and came under the drift guardians.

"Ooh, Dean of the College. It's time for the enemy to make a fateful request... just ask for a little. And Kesh, your Lord has a job to do too."

In a situation where the lifeline is held by a bomb, King Aldia speaks to the two of them with the brightness of the usual way. It was as easy as asking you to use it.

What kind of instructions King Aldia gives is somewhat predictable for exodus protection as well.

He also heard from Kesh during this standby time, but said that when it became Oracle Bomb, a large-scale divine chant bomb planted by as many users as Jindim, the highest-ranking surgeon needed to hit the disarm task.

There are two ways to stop the bomb.

One is to defeat Jindim, the surgeon.

The other is to disarm the bomb technique so that the enemy doesn't notice.

The former is impossible in this situation now. It's out of the question.

At present, the only person with that skill is Dean Nastadio on this occasion.

The expected time to disarm is about twenty minutes.

In other words, buy as much time as possible while listening to the enemy's fateful demands, and proceed with the task of disarming the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb so that the enemy does not notice it.

The only thing this one can do is that.

- It should be.

"Okay, Kesh, Dean of the Academy. We each have something to ask you to do."

What King Aldia ordered from Kesh and the Dean of the Academy was that he did not anticipate drift protection.

"Kesh is the surveillance of the thief who transported him into the tent... the bomb boy. The thief boy is in captivity while sleeping creepy, but keep an eye out for that move. Dean, please make your way to point" B. "

"Hoi."

Dean of the College responding as a matter of course.

The drift shield was not very confusing, frowning and hardening.

"What...!? Duh, duh..."

That seemed the same to Kesh, turning his voice upside down and surprised him.

"Oh, Keh... didn't you notice Bosh?

The director of such a college yawned heavily as he held his head down to see what he was aware of.

"Um... I, too, have no idea..."

Liquid shields also raise their voices as well.

This situation caused the bomb to be pushed as a result.

There should be no other means you can take than what you just thought of - 'buy as much time as you can while listening to the demands of your enemies and proceed with the disarming task to avoid being noticed in that gap'.

Kesh watches it against the planted Fell Die of the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb? The Dean of the College, who's supposed to have to hit the response, heads to point B? What is point B in the first place?

I don't know what that means.

How could King Aldia have given such instructions when he said it was a situation in which two hundred lives were held?

Seeing such drift protection, the College Director distorts the end of his mouth with a nibble.

"Nfufu, you too. Hmm... think back a lot about what's been going on. I'm sure you'll notice a tip. It's very simple, to a certain point. Regardless of Lugo, Bosch is Silver Legion Squad Silverios, so you have to realize that. Okay?

"Shh, excuse me......!

"Something..."

In the first place, the Dean of the College has just come to this occasion.

Appeared while waiting for the release of all the hostages, immediately after which the declaration "took everyone on this scene hostage". What have you noticed, even though you are only present on those occasions?

The luscious beauty continues, as if she had seen through such thoughts of frivolity.

"Yes. Something that even a freshman Atashi here would notice.... No, it's probably more uncomfortable because I'm a partnering athlete along the way. When I came to this place, they immediately said, 'I took all the humans in this place hostage -' or something, 'Hmm?' I thought so. Maybe some of the folks here have noticed discomfort or something. Maybe you should think about it a little bit, huh? In your spare time."

Two hundred lives are at stake.

"Dean of the College... why can't you afford that? This is the situation."

Unexpectedly, the shield squeaks. In a slight, reprehensible tone.

"- Because. It's just a farce. This is it."

He said.

The spine of the fluid shield was frozen.

A grin that is luscious and yet doesn't make fine dust feel warm.

I don't know. I can call this a farce. That thought. I don't understand what someone named Nastadio Sigris is thinking.

With a grin that even looks cold on its face, the College Director returns his heel.

"Hmm, it's been a while, so can you ride well?

The soldiers guide me and I disappear into the waves.

"Well, then I'll hit the task myself. But Your Majesty... surveillance, what...?

"It means the way it is. Monitor that thief kid and deal with it according to the situation. Keep the people away."

Kesh's upset is natural.

Simply monitor the treated Fell Die of the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb. What's the point of just monitoring such a substitute of blowing up two hundred people on this scene if it explodes?

"Okay, Kesh. And Lugo. To that thief's boy, the enemy..."

Huge ripples unfolded in the air the moment King Aldia began explaining to the bewildered drift guardians.

"Whoa, look at the time. I'm sorry I couldn't explain it in detail, but I asked for it. It's Kesh Radford from Deep Pond Avrgust."

"... Ha, ha!

"Deep Tank" Avrgust ". That must be Kesh's two names.

I didn't know what it meant to call it in this phase now, but Kesh, who returned it with the most respect, also disappears into the waves.

Jindim's voice echoed in the cloudy sky.

'- Well, you kept me waiting. Shall we then declare our fateful demands? I know you do, but rejection is unacceptable.'

... fate. These guys should have been after Leafia's physique, and Lifeguard makes him think.

But naturally, I'm not going to turn over Leafia.

We need to postpone the negotiations at all costs.

(-)

No, King Aldia is not going to do the bomb disarming job. I have no reason to buy time.

So what do we do? What is King Ardia going to do with the fate of an undeniable enemy...

Jindim's voice echoed in a situation where he no longer knew what was at stake.