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

Retaining Aldia was the only thing that didn't happen, but the goal was to make Dimaldo fight him.

Due to the sudden attack of Nastudio, it is forbidden to be accompanied by comrades. Then he releases the technique and multiplies it by confusion and only himself withdraws from the scene. Hopefully, Dimaldo, powered by superhumanization, could take over Aldia. Then he'll be looking forward to it, too.

I've already made enough time. The eyes of Aldia and the soldiers are also entirely oriented towards this terrorism. The rest leaves the scene immediately and turns to the aide of the comrade who is working on that project. Hide yourself as soon as you're ready for it.

I've lost a lot of my people, but there's nothing wrong with the very essence of the plan.

Terrorists that occurred in grandeur at midday on a normal day. If we let that mastermind get away with it, Ardia's trust will shake a lot too.

It should have been.

"- - Nah, to"

Jindim was peeling her eyes and stiff.

Twenty comrades who became the supreme warriors in supermanhood. Now they show just absolute strength in melee combat. You won't be able to defeat them on a single horseback or anything like that with Gaicellius.

Such comrades, the valiant men of Norstación...

There was no one left, lying on the floor.

I'm not dead. They all twirl their bodies like potatoes, crawling, trying to get up.

They don't feel pain right now. Not those who give in to such a feeling. I can't stop it with that stuff.

But you can't get up.

Because everyone - from the ankle down, is severed.

Rolled around, forty 'feet'. A sight that also looks like tons of boots are being stripped and scattered.

But as proof that it contained 'contents', each had a red and black liquid punctured from the foot of his shoe.

It is one woman who stands looking down at the men who scowl on the floor.

"- Nhufu"

Nastadio Sigris.

There is no scratch on his face, on his body. On its face, on its white coat, it hasn't even bathed in returning blood. In that hand, I have nothing.

If so, there can be no other than the Divine Chant "Oracle". but.

"What did you...?

I don't know, the cliché came out with Jindim's mouth on it.

It was for a moment that I took my eyes off. Looking out the window, just seconds. In the meantime...

Twenty comrades, who should have arrived simultaneously towards Nastadio. All of them collapsed to the floor as if they had made an offer.

That is. Some kind of surgery cut off the ankles of all twenty. Perhaps, in just one blow. In just a few seconds.

- Impossible. Is this a hallucination?

No, that's impossible. It takes at least five minutes for the brain to recover paralyzed by hallucinations.

Well, then, this is--

"I had a bad dream, and I woke up. Never thought," What's a dream, good "?

The woman asks in a mild tone everywhere.

"Hey? If this is my dream... if I'm hallucinating, I'm glad"

- This is real. The monster in front of me smiles so.

…………

Jindim goes into preparation for a blow, without alarm.

- Rather, take it for granted.

Nastadio, who has many achievements by the divine chant Oracle called Hallucination, naturally cannot defeat the enemy merely by being delusional.

Five years ago, we destroyed the magician Maygus and others alone. After showing illusions, he has the technique of quickly disabling his enemies, naturally.

I don't know what Nastudio did. But with myself, I'm not going to be inferior to the puppet I manipulate.

I also know Oracle, a divine chant who prides himself on being transcendent and being able to defeat him if he hits it. There are also people in the world who have met with an attack technique that surpasses' Penta '. Jindim thought he was one of them.

Hallucinations do not work for Jindim for at least a few minutes beyond being shown hallucinations once.

If so, what will now begin is the shooting of the Divine Chant "Oracle" until pure. In that regard, it is not intended to be inferior.

But no matter how powerful the operator was, there is a difference between "Penta" and "Penta" that will never be filled.

It's chanting time.

No matter how powerful the technique can be handled, it is pointless to be erased during chanting.

Speaking of the other way around, if only we could make that difference.

The time required for chanting is about a minute. Whatever - make money.

"Hey. Why do you think Atashi shows hallucinations because - you lie?

The 'Penta' woman shows her spare attitude. That's the room for the strong. I took an absolute advantage, but therefore, arrogance.

As a gindim who wanted to buy some time, he survived.

"Because you're happier. than to know the truth about a human being named Atashi. You'd better be hallucinating."

- Forty seconds.

"How long have you looked into Atashi in making this noise? How well do you know a woman named Atashi?

Blonde woman smiling lusciously.

To complete the chant with dozens of seconds remaining, Jindim goes along with the bullshit. As we hang out, we deepen our focus without alarm.

"... Nastadio Sigris. Age is thirty-three. Has rare light attributes. The two names are" Mirage "and" Verhelia ". Raindeer is proud to have thirteen" Penta "as the head of the Midir College. The hallucinations behind it are vicious. I was more alert to you than Aldia was on this mission."

Twenty seconds left.

"Mm-hmm. Well... I guess ten points is a toco."

"What?"

"I guess the only thing I can appreciate is that I was more alert to Atashi than King Aldia."

……

- Five, four, three,

"First...... Atashi's hand is hallucinating. This is a mistake. It's not my wife's hand. A corner of 'Penta' boasted by Raindeer. This is also a mistake. Rather, Atashi is the star. No, well, I don't like Barale or anything to death. Attributes are... well, light. Thirty-three years old. You're kidding, my heart is seventeen. And -"

Jindim, who completed the chant,

"- Atashi's name is Nastadio Sigris. This too, mistake."

It was endangered and I almost lacked concentration of surgery.

…… What are you saying...?

I'm ready. All you have to do is fire a blow.

Even if I'm not a 'penta', I'm a leading chanter, Maggie. As long as I guess, I'm confident I can defeat whoever it is.

Even so - it erupts. Like an alarm. From all over, cold sweat.

"It's just like I said. Atashi shows hallucinations in order not to give his opponent despair. Spit a lie. I'd be happier in a nightmare."

The woman laughed and put her hands on the white coat that wrapped her. With a slight rubbing sound, the white jacket falls to the floor with the ston.

"…, …………………………"

Jindim glances.

I took off my white coat. Under it. Its upper body wrapped in a sleeveless brown jacket. The rising body line was clearly unusual.

Bitter numbers of old scars on both arms. Its arms correspondingly thin to the gender of a woman, but host muscles of sophisticated impression, like weapons forged by celebrities.

The cracked abs are so obvious from above the clothes that I can't feel any waste.

Without the elegant curved chest swelling, it would not have seemed like a woman's body. It would have been made after an obvious battle in action, its flesh.

Jindim earlier saw a nastadio with a sword and wondered, "Can you use that sword as well?"

But no.

I took off my white coat. That look. Nothing in that flesh, forged out, would look better than a sword.

"- Only despair remains before those who have preceded the 'reality' of Atashi."

The woman's eyes are cloudy.

Dokuri, and. As if they had mixed in some nasty impurities, the eyes of the nastadio - both eyes without any change in colour - change their colour.

Take plenty of ten seconds.

Both eyes of Nastudio turned golden as they had been invaded.

Beautiful, far from. It was badly cloudy - golden like darkness.

"What. You... what...?

Jindim was just groaning.

Stupid woman with only hallucinations, who was bought to be a 'penta' and was only addressed to the position of college director without any difficulty.

I knew it was Nastadio Sigris. I thought if I wasn't even alert, I'd be the one to win.

So, what is it?

Who the hell is "this" who beat down the comrades of the inflexible Norstación under a single blow, as if a warrior of war had flesh from time to time, turning both eyes into gold?

- Fantasy...... Nastadio Sigris, 'Penta' so to speak, who specializes in lies.

Even its existence, is it a lie?

"That, maybe"

The golden woman strokes her own face just because she finally realizes there.

"Atashi... color, have you changed? Nhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu"

Letting his red tongue peek chilly, Nastudio laughs lusciously with a breathing mixed voice. In a decent situation, it could have been a trick that felt compelling.

But.

Just even, Jindim's fever goes down. My brain marrow, my body cuts out cold.

It's like you've made a wrong choice and touched something you shouldn't. It's like I've opened a box that I shouldn't have opened.

Peeping from an area that should also be called contraindication - when it comes to the fierce resentment demon, its eyes.

"You shouldn't... You're supposed to be a liar, but your body is honest."

Covering his face with thin fingers, Sole tells.

"- If I put my favorite opponent in front of me. The color of my eyes changes."

While exhaling hot exhales, the golden sole overflows the words like it has broken.

"You deserve it. Impersonation with King Aldia. Without Atashi, the king could have set up a general assault on the museum. But if you do that, you could have suffered a lot of damage from the madmen. In the end, Atashi will appreciate the rush between Osama and you. He then broke Atashi's hallucination and drove him to the point where he made him use 'light'. I hunted him down until the color of his eyes changed. Long time no see...... ha."

It was almost instinctive.

You must not step in any further. You must not be confronted.

Don't be alarmed about who you can afford.

Jindim unleashes his magic.

"- Spit it out, no, no, no."

The attribute of Jindim Tolstoy is Thunder.

Due to the nature of the task, in addition to superhumanization, Oracle will also be the main auxiliary divine chanting art, such as far-sighted, precise communications, and diverse traps.

However, the accuracy of the lightning-powered attack technique was also out of range.

Once dubbed the most powerful magician at Schmerlatz Eyre, its arms continue to evolve rather than dull.

Even in Norstación, Dimaldo of Melee, Jindim of Ranged Warfare. Yes, it's bisected.

To unleash a god-speed thunderbolt - Jindim's hand will aim at Nastudio at the speed of the unplugged shooting.

I was proud that the speed of the thunder exceeded the moment.

If so - what was the word to describe it?

Suddenly. Like I lost my support, I said, talk.

Jindim's body could not even take a passive, and he fell to the floor of the museum in depression.

The reason for not being able to take a passive is extremely simple.

Because I don't have an arm.

When, what happened?

The incision goes diagonally down from the right shoulder, like a hanging. Zindim's body, completely amputated and divided into two parts, began to erupt a red and black running stream, as I recall. As if the unseen slaughter was a sign that the ejection rate of blood was exceeding.

"Hey? Even a nightmare was better, wasn't it?

The man floats his jaw and looks up hard at its presence, shining golden eyes and even a grin without yield.

The woman showed the back of her hand and opened Ba and his right hand. Just the same way a woman brags about her nail decoration Nail Art. The five fingers are lit with white light.

"Now you see? Hallucinations are nothing more than a secondary thing to Atashi. This Atashi - the true power of Rapsol Eindia is' the light to cut '. The light of the Atashi breaks off all beings"

Rapsol eindia......?

I've heard of it. That's the name of a mercenary who ran through the battlefield nearly twenty years ago. Golden Konjiki Rhapsol.

In the land far south, Magee, one of the youngest and most powerful chanters. At the time, he said he had made a tremendous contribution in pioneering "The Great Hot Sand of the South (Fornice Dute)," where many unknown resentful demons were also said to be roaming.

"Ah. By the way, only King Aldia knows that Atashi is a Rapsol. Don't tell me?"

Right, you Aldia. Did you have these hidden balls? Mercenaries, also known in part as living legends.

against such a monster,

"Huh... Ha-ha-ha!

I didn't know you could get out.

Gindim, whose body was amputated, sprinkles with laughter along with a blood splash.

"... hmm?

NASTUDIO - No, Rhapsol surprises me with a frown.

"Heh... Earlier, you said so yourself. Behind this matter… we are proceeding… I was wondering if there might be a case…"

I'm dying. I'm dying.

Then at the very least, it's not bad to fall in with the fact that you took an advantage over the Rhapsol of looking at this woman's repentant face.

"We've already got the" penta "and" opt "for you, the college..."

Dripping blood reflexes, Jindim is forced to try to shape a grin.

But.

"Aww."

That was all Rapsol replied. Jindim, slightly snotty, even exasperates.

"Clearly...... say, Ned, don't you see, you whore. Opt... We're saying we killed him...!

"I know, if you don't have to tell me twice. I wonder if my brain is turning any more blood. … but I didn't think the communication was connected."

Take a sigh of relief,

"Behind you is an uncle named Kinzor who's talking about it. at times. For the sake of technology," fusion, "you're trying to get the organs of" penta. "That's the case behind the terrorist attacks. Rather, this terrorism is a cover for it."

The woman with the golden eyes keeps her golden hair up and reading.

"First and second place have not progressed in the elucidation of their abilities. Besides, the first place is in a mansion with strict security, and it's far from Wang Du. You two have an indeterminate address. Together, strength is unknown, and we aim later. Fourth place is in forced labor at the castle, scheduled for release tonight. This is behind us, too. When that happens - our next target is fifth place who has not been able to fight properly and is now near here. That's why you woke up today. He was going to raid Leafia on his way back to the mansion and hit Dino, who would be released at night. To make the big case of 'Penta' being attacked less noticeable, to attract troops there, we had a bigger case than terrorism...... something like that?

Jindim opens his eyes.

I just told him "I killed Opto". To see your upset face. Even so,

"Until..."

"So I'm kind of a little bad guy around aiming at students. Ma, I know you're a soul coward trying to aim from the power that's easy to get. Anyway, I'd be happy to deal with you if you came to Atashi's Toko from the beginning."

Jindim laughs niggardly. I tried to stroke the wound on my right cheek but couldn't because I didn't have an arm.

"Worry, su... don't. We... lurk in the shadows, gradually, empower. Eventually... to you, too..."

"I can't. I've already found out."

Lick up your red lips with your tongue, the golden woman tells you.

"What's a bad cotto? We have to make sure they don't find us."

Slightly, Rapsol's finger moved - it looked like it.

- I'm sorry, comrade. I'll take care of the rest.

Come on. They'll use it as a tool, such as the arrogant 'penta' that you were just lucky enough to be born with. Let me prove to you that it's only worth it to provide the Divine Chant Oracle as a part.

Eat. Be arrogant, drown in power and devour the 'Penta'.

Take away that power, rule it, and let the name of Norstación roar.

A world where worried men like... disappeared as a dogma.

A world where those who merely wield the power of birth are respected. A world where those who were truly worried about their country and their people were not saved.

Knock it down. Destroy the sequence, destroy its value.

I go one foot ahead, to…, and when I pass away - let's -

The second floor of the Royal Art Museum of Raindeer, the Great Hall.

Only a slight noise, a faint groan, is heard in the vast space. Spooky discord with legs severed and people crawling on the floor playing.

Their figure, illuminated by the thin lights of the chandelier, is like The Living Dead, which oddly appears in the inheritance. It didn't look like the chosen warriors or anything like Zindim spoke proudly of.

Now that the surgeon is dead, the art of madmanization will soon be solved, and the screams of men who could not bear the pain will echo.

I'm not kidding. I don't want to hear such a delicious thing. Let's just get out of the museum.

The white coat was also woven with wings. The mirror also confirmed that the colour of the eyes was returning. Now here is Nastadio Sigris.

In an attempt to return his heel, Jindim's body, rolling like it had been struck down, entered his sight.

A piece of meat, like an animal slapped by a carriage, doubled up by a hanging, and finally smashed his head and smashed his contents.

While I do it myself, I think. I have lived for forty or fifty years, and it is only miserable to achieve such an end. But - the mouth of a man whose top disappeared from his nose somehow shaped a grin.

You think there was no remorse in that death?

"... chip. I don't care."

Reminds me of my former companions. Some died laughing. I don't understand. If you're dead, that's where you say you're done.

Well. I didn't want to let the dead out in the museum... but let's split it if we have no choice.

Besides, you can lie to the people, "There are no dead people out there."

but the Raindeer people have many festive temperaments. Rather, if it were a 'museum where people died', it might become popular with fear mania.

With all that ridiculousness in mind, we headed to the stairs...

"Pain..."

Blunt headache.

That's right. I drank too much last night and I was hungover. I'm not feeling well on the street.

With blunt pain, a face crosses the back of the brain.

The face of a girl who never refused her invitation, saying things she didn't care about. That's why we've been dating for ten years now.

- Friends. Yes, we can be on a reciprocal footing, buddy.

'All right, all right. We're friends now, Atashi and others! Let's get acquainted with each other!

It was a dirty alley we met. Have you punished that busty little girl for ten years now?

I don't know, I think I've been doing great since then.

That, I was supposed to.

"Rapsol! What have you done...!

What? I was just playing.

Light attributes supposedly rare.

A kid I just met said he wanted to see it, so I let a big light shine out of his hands.

I thought you'd be happy to turn around, and the kid was nodding by holding both eyes.

'Look, you're not normal! You're a monster! More, care about the others -'

The other day, unpleasant dreams. An unpleasant past dyes the back of my brain.

"... Shut up"

It's a monster, so what? Should I make company? Do I have to be alone?

I want company. Bumping this force won't break, there's a reciprocal companion. All this time, I kept thinking so.

Only the strong remain, and the weak disappear. Regiment.

The truth, which I found out scattered during the mercenary years, makes me feel lonely in the chest of the woman I had to face. It's been a long time since I've seen anything like this.

Does the Opt also mean that it could not have been a reciprocal being?

- Friends? Make me laugh. You didn't even tell her your real name, you didn't even tell her what it looked like.

Block your ears to your inner voice and think.

What should I do with a teacher at a time like this?

"Opt... you're right. Atashi, I'm not the right teacher."

It's a prestigious position, such as Dean of the College.

The college is left to the vice president, Cedar. Even for that girlfriend, she's old, and it's going to be hard to deal with the youngsters. "Penta," etc., should be nothing but an extra being in your hands.

... missed my thoughts.

If you're a teacher...

That's right. Leafia is being targeted. That kid, too, was a troubled kid without being able to make friends.

"... eh"

Pushing an uncomfortable headache to death, Rapsol - no, Nastudio - began chanting the divine chant "Oracle".