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

"Princess, Princess"

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"Hi-me-sama"

"Ah, yes"

Liliane, who was blind to slave-related books, returned to me with a call from Oretta.

"You haven't progressed on the page since earlier. Would you still like to get into it?

"What... and I'm sorry"

I can't help making excuses. I honestly apologized.

"Terrorism is a state of emergency. I can't help it."

There was a vibrant atmosphere in the castle, as it was also possible to attack the castle with the museum in mind.

Outside Liliane's room is also solidified disappointingly by the soldiers.

There was no doubt that Oretta was right, too, that it was being hit by unusual air. So, fu, she lets her index finger stand up with her good face.

"At a time like this, you can think the other way around."

"Reverse...?

"If I was the person who would terrorize you. With a man named King Aldia, suppose we have to fight."

"Oh... I don't think you can win."

"Hehe, you bet. You bet."

Oretta pours tea laughing as she dulls.

"You must have heard of the princess, too. I used to be a captain of Yancha as a boy... a wonderful anecdote about a Latias boy lying on his knees when his young majesty made him a becoveted bump and little one"

"Oh, yeah... and could that have been the story...?

Anecdotes that King Aldia and Latias once fought a duel and the defeated Latias went down to the military gate.

Because they do not want to talk about the past, it is a euphemism of eyebrows that only some people rumor about.... I think there was something on my legs.

But when it comes to the most powerful knight Liliane will ever know, first of all Latias, the head of the Silver Legion Troop Silverios. Oretta, the deputy captain in front of you. And three of my own regular royal guards, Amanda.

Among them, a number of Latias' activities, known under the two names "Flash Thunder" Leclairis, "are so much known by humans and children in this country. It's not uncommon for the boys to get into fights over the role of Latias when having a little fun.

Even when I was young and rough, it was certainly difficult to imagine what would happen to King Ardia, who had succumbed to him like that - a diagram.

"Though most of the Silver Legion Troops" Silvalios "are absent... in addition to His Majesty, who made the Latias boy chick, there's even Dean of Nastadio. And then again, Kesh should have headed to the scene, too. If I were you, I'd give up terrorism and go home."

To Oretta's words, Liliane laughed hehe.

But it makes sense.

Raindeer is considered to have fewer heinous crimes than elsewhere. Few people think of King Aldia as an enemy.

If even the mighty Wu Wang is turned against his enemies, he will be dealing with the Silver Le Squad Silverios and the brave soldiers at the same time.

Thinking about it like that, I don't even feel a little relieved.

- And so Oretta hoisted her eyebrows slightly.

"But princess. You're trying to choose a path that rivals King Aldia. reform of slavery, in that Now, come on, you have to study."

"Yes, sir"

There is nothing I can do to help in this matter.

My father has a lot of knights on him.

Now Oretta is right, for that time when I will one day confront my father about slavery, I need to help.

Once again, Liliane dropped her eyes on a book that was surprisingly filled with letters.

Placing tea beside Princess Liliane, who began to concentrate on her studies, Oretta stopped by the window. Lift the white hair on your shoulders and peek outside.

More and more cloudy, unlike the sky covered by example candle clouds, but also reminiscent of ominousness.

'In addition to Your Majesty, there's even Dean Nastadio. If I were you, I'd give up terrorism and go home.'

It's a joke and a word I told the princess, but it's true.

(If you're going to fight, at least give me a break with just one of them.)

Regardless of Oretta's personal, knightly spirit,

But if you return the back, the enemy will be launching a raid after weaving them all together. Unless you're a fool who doesn't think anything of it.

After all, what is the reason for that? Until then, what are you trying to gain?

Never, I wouldn't be the one to be caught off guard.

(... ha. It's going to be a hassle ~)

Oretta singles in her chest.

But that doesn't mean that the enemies who perpetrated terrorism are troublesome. Post-processing after the crackdown was troublesome, it meant.

King Aldia will surely prevail.

Not trust as subordinate, etc., but as a pure fact.

By analogy, this is a garden.

Raindeer is a large boxyard where one giant lion can unite. And the beasts that follow, they are mighty unto each one.

I don't even have to think about the end of those who entered the realm of such beasts, the Territory, and even stripped their fangs.

It would not be helpless with the enemy. They should be putting up all sorts of ploys.

But.

(Still... Your Majesty, go on top of it)

The enemy shall behold and know. the horror of a man named Aldia Glensteel Raindeer.

I just haven't noticed.

Already, we're trapped in the mouth. All you have to do is chew and crush, swallow and disappear.

(... Well -)

Oretta stretches out and squeaks her body.

There's going to be more extra post-processing.

As you might think, the boy in the example would also come back.

Imitating to Princess Liliane, who studied hard, Oretta also decided to finish the chores she could do right now. Like nowhere else, such as out of the ordinary.

What sounded like it was a crushing sound.

"... it hurts, hey..."

What stopped me was a giant king.

King Ardia, who interrupted between Dimaldo and the boy, was also receiving a black fist in his left palm, as he showed in an earlier duel.

- But.

"... ugh."

A faint look of anguish on that face, which always had only two spare letters floating around.

Naturally. But a black iron fist other than to rate it as a murder weapon. This is the second time. Plus a blow by the leopard weirdo. Ringing crushing noise.

King Aldia's left arm must have been shattered, no doubt.

Still, the king opens his mouth.

Leaking with bitter breath is not screaming...... definite words.

"... your fist... for the sake of the child, to kill me, isn't it a polished mon? More than that, I don't know how to point it at a kid... for a laugh or something."

I didn't really understand the meaning of the word.

but.

Dimaldo trembled slightly. The fist man, whose reason should have disappeared, felt something in the king's words and was stopping him from moving.

"There's the kid. Run while you can."

"Ah, the king..."

To the little boy who took refuge behind his back, the king flies instructions with a lavish laugh.

"Running as hard as you can from this place, to get under Mom and Dad. This is a favor from the king. Can you, my brave boy, born in my country?"

"Ha, ha...!

"Okay, go, go!

At the same time as the wild decree, the boy runs out.

The king instantly released a bump from his shoulder and bounced off Dimaldo.

He was King Aldia, who stood ready to intercept him.

"Gu......!

A severe pain must have run on his left arm, slightly stiffening that gigantic body.

That gap is enough time for a re-postured Dimaldo to get his fist up,

"Over here, Osama!

It was also enough time for the karate family to jump in.

Dimaldo, who noticed the drift protection approaching from behind, roars his right fist as he turns around.

It becomes a black flash and rips open the sky, just a blow.

――――

With his right fist approaching the tip of his nose, the shield was paid off by a half-moon trajectory. As the light refracts, the black flash is deflected from its orbit.

"Phew!"

And a knife to give back.

At the same time as the sharp exhalation, the drift shield drove the right piercing hand.

Throat. Heart. Water moon.

A triple strike at the fingertips, turned into a murder weapon, strikes a human steeple along the midline in a breath.

"Ga, bah...... ugh!

As it burst, Deemald spit out a chunk of blood. Greatly, take a few steps.

(Enough... Osama, stop -)

"Lugo! It's beautiful down there!

King Aldia's wild voice roared.

When the stray shield turned its gaze away...

"Ugh, oh..."

Unexpectedly, my voice leaked.

King Ardia sits calmly. A crimson axe, gripped in its right hand. War Axe, but should I call it? It was a flaming axe of unlikely magnitude in reality, spanning nearly ten metres in length.

How much does the Celsius reach? Even under the great distant stream protection, a scorching heat is transmitted. At a simple temperature, it could be more than Dino's double teeth.

Even Dimaldo, who was so desolate, stopped his legs and stared at the flames. Remains a vain eye, Manako. It's like - a beast staring at the setting sun.

"Dimaldo, that's enough"

I wonder what kind of emotion that is. A little, with sad colored eyes.

"Let's end this."

The scorching heat to the immense is shaken up according to King Aldia's movements.

It's too immense - a guilty axe that tells death. A flaming swing dyed the alley to just a hint of red.

- Farewell.

In the midst of a storm created by a knocked down crimson, "Sarasa," sounds sad.

A waved down blow is like God's judgment. Everything in front of him was filled with even red light.

The flow shield narrows its eyes to too much wind pressure and squeezes its hands in front of it.

While the breeze that broke out in the blink of an eye passed and the aftermath of the heat wave also remained.

When you look into the heart of the explosion...

".................. na,"

There was nothing there.

A narrow alley surrounded by buildings. Slightly blackened earth. Soil and dust dancing around.

The ground has never been flashly crushed. Something around me didn't break it either.

Only a man named Deemald was gone.

From the beginning, as if you weren't there.

A terribly condensed blow that does not scatter the surrounding area with reckless destruction. Proof of that.

I made a noise with Kin and something came down.

I'm rolling to the foot of the shield, it's...

"Don't touch it. You're gonna burn me."

King Aldia stops the drift guard he tried to bend in and pick up with a small... quiet voice.

Small piece of metal. of black, melted marks. That was part of the gauntlet the fist was wearing.

I don't feel it.

Right now, when you say people are definitely dead in front of you, there's not even a body. It just disappeared neglectfully. A man who was so desolate.

Stay in the mood like you're dreaming, Lifeguard asks pompous.

"... the king"

"Hmm?"

"What do you think of that Osama?

"He's a thief, and I'm the king of this country. It's just... that's all I know."

But oh, and King Aldia smiles somewhere tired.

"He's not from Liliane, but I wish everyone could laugh and live together."

The left arm of the shiatsu hurts.

Seeing, Dimaldo's fisted left arm was slightly cut and bleeding.

As if that were a testament to the fact that the man existed.

In a dim, thin alley, rushing footsteps echo.

The three Belgrette, Leafia and Claria girls were running between the building and the building as they slipped.

- But.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

Leafia was fluttering her legs in a rough breath.

Naturally. She's not good at exercise originally. Yeah, she's just a girl, except she's a 'penta' in the first place. It's almost impossible to get away from an assassin like you get a fight.

As it is - eventually, they catch up.

(- What do we do... Huh!?

Belgrette pushes and kills in a hurry and drives her thoughts.

Fighting is out of the question. If the opponent is an option, it won't even be a battle, even if it takes all the effort. When it comes to sheltering Leafia, it's foolish to even think of combat as one option anymore.

Somehow. Do something, we just have to let her get away.

If we don't figure out a way...

- And beside the running Belgrette's face, the ripples of communication spread.

"Ha, ha, it's Leaver, Be, Belgrette!

Respond to communications while holding your breath.

Is this unfortunate luck? I don't know who it is, but we can call for help with this comm.

"Be, Mr. Belgrette!? Oh, it's me, it's Alma!

"Alma? What's wrong?

The opponent of the correspondence was Alma, who had been hospitalized with heavy injuries during the other Mia recapture battle. I was discharged safely only yesterday, but the sickness meant I should have hit an easy sentinel assignment now.

'Well, that's... I don't know who to report this to...!

"Whoa, take it easy, Alma. What happened?

Belgrette herself, not if she was listening to me for a long time, was concerned about Alma's condition, which was completely in motion.

"Well, I've been patrolling the back roads of Fourth Street..."

As she listens, the girl knight watches out behind her back, alerts her, and runs through a narrow path to hide herself. Claria and Leafia follow diligently.

"Along the back road, in the drain... people's, bodies floating..."

"The body, but...?

It's an unpleasant way to put it, but it's not uncommon. Raindeer is said to be more secure than others, but the crime of what killed people still occurs on a daily basis.

'Pull it up, I tried. So... I've seen this guy a few times, so I'm pretty sure.'

"What... what? Who was it?

At the end of the narrow road, he went out into a wide open open open space.

It was just inside the huge wall surrounding the King's capital. There is a large river running around the walls that soars high, as wide as ten miles across.

The vacant land was like a high ground, with a fence on the edge for preventing falls loose. On the outside of the fence there is a narrow cobblestone path about three miles down, which seems to lead to the sewer.

Where are we going from here? It was the moment the Belgrettes stopped.

Alma over correspondence tells.

"The body was..." Penta "from Midir College... it was Mr. Opt...!

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Not just Belgrette, but Claria and Leafia, who were listening to the comms, breathed.

"Eh... uh, hey... wait, Alma. Opto, with the body...?

The Girl Knight had overheard the upset.

- Opto's dead? Was he dead?

Well, then...

Moment. Goung! and a gust of wind with roaring to awesome.

"Ew!

"Ha ha."

The three of them, who were standing up at the exit of a narrow road, are suddenly blown away by the wind that rolled up. Communication was forcibly disconnected.

When Belgrette, on her knees and having managed to get in shape, raised her face...

The center of the vacant land. As if descending, one shadow landing in the wind.

Dressed in brown robes, 'I thought it was an opt' raider.

(Then... who is this enemy -!?)

Belgrette bites his back teeth tight and looks at the assassin -.