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

Fifteen years ago, an abominable incident later called 'The Tragedy of Rhinecadal' occurred.

Far from the Kingdom of Raindeer, in the northeastern lands, the Rhinecadal Mountains are joined by swift and rugged mountains.

There are numerous villages dotted in the mountains, but one of them, Dimaldo and his son, Astor, stayed in an unnamed little village.

Hometown is about a week's drive northeast of there, Schutzleigh Garrard. Since time immemorial, my relationship with Raindeer has not been very good.

Nevertheless, such was the story of the great humans of the country, and Schutzleigarald and Raindeer, connected in a flat continuation suitable for mobility, were also the relatively flourishing categories of human interaction.

Breathless journey.

He was a Dimaldo serving as a soldier in the palace, but he collided with an unsuitable superior officer of Soli, and at last he developed into a duel, and was to be handed a prudent disposition for about three months. It is a small journey, dividing it from a vacation.

My son Astor had a nostalgic personality, he was also immediately familiar with the children of the village and, as he did every day, he played around the wild mountains until the time Inverenus and Ish Marni took turns.

Especially since I seem to have gotten along with a boy named Valais.

He seems to have come from a city called Dealey in Raindeer about his father's work, and Astor and those outside the village may have felt comfortable with each other.

There are few resentment demons in the Rhinecadal Mountains. It is believed to be due to low temperatures and low numbers of feeding organisms due to the succession of mountains at high altitudes.

There were only a few large bears of the body, but they were relatively adult and kept away from people. Those circumstances were one of the reasons why we decided to stay in this village.

But there is absolutely no thing, and exceptions occur abruptly.

Zuwira Shamour, a grudge demon classified in category A.

The name also appears in the "Secretary of Dragon's Destruction".

A huge resentment demon resembling a deer, which reaches six to seven miles in length, it was also told that its giant hence its range of activities was very wide and that it would travel vast mountains in search of food.

And there is a grudge demon. This organism is not a normal deer or anything like that. This monster, also nicknamed "bulimia," is grasshoppers, animals, grudges, and people. It was known as a terrible being, where everything that lived and lived was subject to predation.

Early that morning, when it was still bleak, a group of soldiers patrolling the foothills of the mountain confirmed that a very huge shadow, badly resembling a deer, would break into the back of the mountain.

If they were lazy, they might have done something wrong. But these soldiers were loyal to their duties.

They immediately fly a report to the soldiers stationed in the villages of the castle and the mountains.

An unprecedented emergency.

If this demon, who is said to prey on everything in his eyes, breaks into this mountain range, where even the usual grudges do not feed and lean - if he steps into this land, where there is only a small village, he does not have to think about what he intends to prey on.

By the time Inverenus began to illuminate his surroundings, the villages were laid with strict precautions and the villagers were reminded that they would never leave the building.

Is it to say that it was a test given by the gods?

Just that day, in the village where Dimaldo was staying, about ten children called it a sleepover party and stayed overnight in a cabin just a short distance from the village.

There are no adults there. Astor, Dimaldo's son, is the oldest. Still fourteen.

Dimaldo tried to go under the children, but the village soldiers stopped him.

If you leave the village and you encounter a grudge demon.

Dimaldo personally, there is no such thing as winning.

Category A monsters. Although the classification provided for by the Grievance Devil's Complementary Statement, there is no significant difference between A and S. its rarity. Nature. Reality confirmed or not. Not only is there a difference to that extent, but it makes no difference that the resentful demon known as' bulimia 'is an epic monster.

And if you just can't win, it's still fine. If it's over with Dimaldo being eaten, it's still fine.

If Zuwira Shamour had a high intelligence, she threatened to be perceived in the village and where the children were.

Dimaldo skipped correspondence to Astor with the thought of biting his teeth, wrapped him up to give him no fear and explained the situation, including telling him never to leave the cabin.

The son bravely replied and promised to keep his father's words.

Although it is an area with few grudges, exorcisms are imposed. But how effective is it for someone like the one appearing in the legend?

When will monsters appear beneath villages and children? I didn't feel like it. The time went on.

9: 00 am.

Five members of Silver Legion Squad Silvalios, who were lucky enough to stay in a village near the mountain, entered the mountain and a sweep operation was started earlier than planned.

But there are too many parts of the existence of resentment demons that have not been clarified.

Even small individuals in category B are often not known for their detailed nature or ecology. If that is to be a Category A monster, it is even more dramatic.

Furthermore, this Zuwira Shamour is a resentful demon with little information and no crusade cases. It was exactly like being out of a legend.

There are a few in the Rhinecadal Mountains, but also bears with large bodies. He was said to have reached three miles in length and, although he was supposedly not close to where people were, to the point that if the half-baked demon was his opponent, he would return the favor.

About three of those bears were found rolling in an unbroken appearance devoured of organs.

There is only one organism in this mountain that can imitate that.

It was determined that the danger of Zuwira Shamore was more than imagined.

Its range of movement, its combat capability. If you do poorly, the villages dotted in this Rhinecadal Mountains will be destroyed.

- So, the monster visited. I visited.

Asters' lurking, old mountain hut.

'And, Father... here I am. He's here. "

"Astor, Astor! Calm down. Calm down...!

Son's trembling voice, coming from correspondence.

Dimaldo was more restless.

'Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just looking through the upstairs window right now.... big... going around the cabin slowly. I wonder how you're doing...'

"I'm sure you are. Everybody upstairs? Don't make a sound."

Though there are few areas of resentment demons, there is an exorcism divine chanting "Oracle" around each village and cabin. Even in that it appeared unintentionally and via them alone, it seemed that Zuwira Shamour's mightiness could be seen.

"Mr. Deemald, Mr. Deemald!

"What! At a time like this!

To the man in the village who has spoken up, Dimaldo turns to him in a frustrating manner.

"That is…, a message from the soldiers of the castle. That... every human being in this village needs to be evacuated from here by now."

"... to...?

Dimaldo's throat dried up.

"What are you saying? Is that... you mean abandon the kids and get out of here...?

"Oh, I'm not! In the cabin with the children, there are now also members of the Silver Legion Troop Silverios on their way at this moment. So... in case anything happens, then that grudge demon definitely comes to this village. If that happens, we'll all be wiped out."

Moments later, Dimaldo grabbed up the man's chest barn.

"What in case! What's next!? I mean... don't you mean run away with the kids!

It was clear what that decision meant.

The kids won't make it anymore.

That's why they're trying to evacuate the adults alone.

"Silver Legion Troop" Silvalios "is not going to help the children. When we got there, he said he was just going to crusade the grudge demons who would be eating there loosely.

"I don't know if I can admit that!

"Calm down, please!

"Stop it, at a time like this!

Several of the surrounding people keep Dimaldo under control.

"Mr. Diemald, I know how you feel. I have a son on that spot too..."

"... Mr. Gail Lauen"

He was Valais's father. He has a distorted face and a distressed look on his face.

"... father"

Dimaldo was hazy.

Conversation now. It sounded like Astor, too, through communications.

"I'm fine, we're fine. That Silver Legion Squad Silvalios is coming, isn't it? Absolutely, I'm not scared. Hehe, because of this, I think I'll get an autograph."

"Ass, tar......"

For a second.

From across the comm, a tremendous noise echoed with Gong.

I hear children screaming.

Intermittent, awesome sound that beats something.

Definitely. That grudge demon is about to break into the cabin -!

"Take it, Dad, or it could suck. He, trying to get inside the cabin......!

"Astor, Astor!

Dimaldo ran out. He shook off the people around him trying to stop him and ran out on a scale.

- Rank A resentment demon? What's wrong with that? From the beginning, I should have gone under those kids. Even if the target is a misdigit monster, if I sacrifice it, I can buy enough time for the kids to escape.

Please. Please, God.

Astor, the kids.

Not until I get there. Protect me.

And a scream, a wooden spirit.

This was what made me want to cover my ears.

You can hear it from beyond the comms, the sound of something being destroyed. A scream of tall, sad children. Destruction sound is second only to destruction sound. The screams of the children. Gucci, the sound of meat. Every time a damp sound sounds, the children's voices get less.

'Uh-huh!

- Astor's screaming.

"Astaaaa!"

But it was not a cry of the Terminator.

"Stop it, you monster, let Valais go. Yes! I'm the guy. Ahhh!

What bravery. The boy stood up to the adults, who were evacuated to the building by Dimaldo as well.

"A -"

And then there was the sound of Michi...

Communication disconnected.

"The Tragedy of Rhinecadal".

I know. If you only looked at the results, you were broken.

An unprecedented crisis in which the total annihilation of villages dotted in the mountains was a concern. It was consequently suppressed only by the sacrifice of ten children and eight soldiers.

It was King Aldia who took command.

There was nothing else I could do. It was done with minimal damage.

The damage caused by high-ranking resentful demons is no longer close to disaster. It cannot predict the scale or timing, nor can it be prepared in advance, etc.

He said it was a quick decision.

The king, who decided that it was highly unlikely that he could save the children, made a light decision. To take them for granted.

It was only natural for King Aldia to be praised for saying that he could still have managed to contain the damage so far that he could have accomplished the defeat of the monster that appeared in the legend.

"But... but..."

Dimaldo stands up.

Gaze upon King Aldia, who stands calmly.

"I know, I know... but"

I know it's a resentment. I'm not the only one. A lot of Raindeer humans were there, too. I had a parent who lost my child. Gail Lowen also lost Valais.

Evil is that grudge demon.

I couldn't move right away, this is me.

Reminds me of a ridiculous anecdote. Recent stories. He said there are young people in this country who defeated Farvnar, who came to the college, and protected the students.

I know it's an exaggerated story, but would things have changed if I had the strength and courage to be like that young man?

Raise your arms, your torn body, and take your stance with thoughts that don't turn.

"Oh man..., beat me up. Er..."

There's just no place for anger.

When Dimaldo reached the cabin, Zuwira Shamour had already been defeated by the Silver Legion Troops, Silverios, and the soldiers. Says it was a death fight. Even the skilled soldiers were sacrificed by eight.

If it were me now - I could have rewarded that monster with an arrow.

But the person you want to hit the most is already dead. So I'm sorry that this anger doesn't hit King Ardia who made that decision.

What an outrageous father.

Keep terror going. If Astor, who was brave and righteous, saw himself now, what would he think?

But this is the reason why this time there was a terrorist attack.

All the others, for different reasons, hold grudges against King Ardia. Some are like those who have been punished for breaking the law or Darimir who just wanted to have fun and took part. I understand that it is not a lot, including myself.

To create a situation in which the most skilled Dimaldo of them can fight King Aldia one-on-one. That was the ultimate goal of terrorism. The purpose was thus accomplished.

Jindim still seemed to have some other thoughts, but that doesn't matter. The comrade did everything he could to create this situation.

Whether you win this fight or lose, Dimaldo has no tomorrow. If you lose, they kill you and you're done. Where we won, this is in the midst of an enemy land surrounded by a tremendous number of Raindeers. Dimaldo will die instantly surrounded by fierce folks and knights, slapped.

The brave people of this country. If the king were to be taken over, few would come towards him without even caring about the Divine Chant bomb, Oracle Bomb, etc. Exactly confronted the resentment demon, like Astor.

Dimaldo - at the time of this duel, he had decided to die.

No. Is that from the time I was determined to launch this terrorist attack?

"Ok...... dude"

Yes, at the same time you are my son's enemy.

I owe you my life.

Because you made that decision. This is how I live now.

"It... but,"

Flirting, fistmen step forward.

Attributes are wind. The manipulation system is classified as' liberation '.

Unusual or irrelevant ability to take it apart, very normal. I can't say I've been blessed with talent for flattery either.

But Dimaldo had made the most of his power and the double-fisted martial arts, Pudgerize, to the point where he was regarded as a powerful user far above the concurrent chanter Mage.

In the wind of Dimaldo, it is not lethal.

Let the wind blow and disfigure the enemy. Let it blow as a chase wind, doubling its own speed. Blow, or inhale, and confuse the intermission.

My son died and left the country.

Just the mediocre divine chant Oracle and this fist kept me fighting.

I trained to be strong and dotted the battlefield. I've crossed paths with far superior wind. He also reigned in the seat of the apex in "The Pudgerize," a double-fisted martial arts.

All those days I kept fighting like that.

Finally, we got this far.

Everything - to fight this man.

To carve into itself that there was a being.

"- Hmm. I thought you'd get up a lot, but the moment you get slammed to the ground, the wind will cushion your impact."

King Aldia gently breaks through and moves toward Dimaldo.

A dying fist only stands up on the spot.

I'm not left with the strength to pack my time anymore. But a blow.

If you are powerful enough to release your fist only once, you are left behind.

Thankfully, King Aldia was not setting up the Divine Chant "Oracle" from a distance, but was heading towards Dimaldo, step by step.

Until the end, I was going to have a bare hand fight.

"Hey, Aldia..."

Before we get to the end of this, I want to hear it.

"You... want to take something bigger than the little one... that will make a bigger profit."

King Aldia is in time.

"What if... my own daughter... Princess Liliane is holding you back? If I were to hurt you. What are you going to do? Can you kill your own daughter?"

There is no change in King Aldia's expression.

I just answered that question.

"Whatever. If you are your own daughter, it will be negative for the country... in case of disaster - kill"

……

Looking down at Dimaldo from the height, those eyes.

He says he can kill his own child in some cases, the man.

- What are these eyes?

How can you have eyes like that? Cold, emotionless - but with surprisingly smug eyes.

A monster. In front of you is' something 'that forms the shape of a person, with the mission of unifying a herd of thirty-two thousand.

The giant king, even thought to be an outsider, accidentally showed his ni and white teeth.

"But, well... if Liliane had something against me, that would be when she found a better way to do it than I did. Otherwise, it's up to me to get in the way. I'll disappear when I'm clean. It's not a bad idea to get busted by your own daughter. Hmm? Kind of a parent idiot, huh?

"..., ha"

- Fine. Then why don't we give it a try?

Squeeze your fists.

There was enough means left for Dimaldo to strike the last fist directly.

Come this far, there's nothing odd about it. Be thorough with Dirty.

So prepared, I looked to the exotic giant king standing at the moment.

"Heh... so... what are we gonna do with this situation?"

"This situation?

King Aldia frowns all the time wondering what he's talking about.

"If you win this duel... the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb... what do you think will happen?

It was stale blackmail.

If you win, the bomb will explode - he says.

"Win the duel... blow it up for everyone in this room"

The king shrugged and spread his hands.

Don't hit me.

The twist spreads to the audience when they see the king, who has clearly become a no-guard.

I laugh.

I don't feel like just smashing an irresistible opponent, etc., yelling at myself, but if I don't do this, I can't fist myself. If you don't, it won't fit you.

Now, that's why we're here. There's no way I'm going to die with my bare hands.

I can't even get Astor to see me. Take this man on the road - I'll fall for you.

――――

Putting aside a beat, Deemald rolled out his right fist.

A black iron blow, by a heavy gauntlet. Despicable, full-body spiritual blow.

I forbade it - a deadly blow.

Boom, and a tremendous roar cuts off the sky.

King Aldia tilted his neck to the side, lightly clapping Dimaldo's fist.

"- Nah."

Hey, why are you avoiding this? You're saying there's an Oracle Bomb, a Divine Chant bomb.

"Huh, ha."

No, fine. That's fine.

Again, this man also avoided the fist of our cuteness by saying something great. Just figuring that out is enough.

As it is replaced, a huge palm approaches Dimaldo's present.

It didn't come true to put a blow in, but it's enough.

This man, too, is just a human being. Are you prepared to die if you have to? Don't make me laugh.

A king with only a mouth. If defeating me really activated the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb, what are you going to do? What recklessness. It's the best kind. It's a good souvenir for the underworld.

"A bomb, huh? Let's end this farce."

He sounded delightful.

Moments, fist fighter thinking stops.

Think about the meaning of the word...

- King Aldia's palm bottom was slapped into Dimaldo's face as he tried.

…… ――――

Ki-n, and I thought I heard a noise. It will be silent. Something warm overflows from the ear, from the nose, from the mouth. Vision stains Zhu.

My knee collapsed.

Though I feel the life falling out, I spin my thoughts.

- Oh. You know what?

Did you notice?

I can't believe the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb is not planted by Fer Die.

Both knees climbed to the ground.

I'm sorry.

It was a small voice. I can hear you squeaking and squeaking.

"You must have polished up that fist just to punch me. That's why I couldn't get that fist. I don't care how much, because if Mon hits it right, he dies."

About, Dimaldo's body leans.

Wait.

Then why not? How did you respond to the request while you knew the bomb was a lie and knew you didn't need to drink this one? How did you get this duel?

"I heard from the freed hostages. There are parents among the thieves who lost their children. I'm here with a pin. Children… Parents, foreigners. We need something other than a rhinocadal."

Sounds vain, lonely voice.

"Your... son's thoughtlessness, naturally. resent me. Just resent me and die. Just don't resent this world or God. You will be reborn again, this world. You'll make it, gods."

What the hell, you bastard? Everything... like I realized.

"I'm here, occasionally. It's not just me, it's the guy trying to curse everything to death. So..."

Falling into depression, the feeling of rough cobblestones passed on to her cheeks.

"Only resent me, die. I won't forget that name. Warrior Dimaldo."

Just foolish.

You can't follow me, you idiot.

Somewhere in my mind, with such evil.

But somehow, I felt my cheeks laughing - Dimaldo's consciousness stained black and he fell deep.