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

The next day, at 8 a.m.

He was slapped in the face by the light inserting him through the window, and the drift guard woke up to be rushed.

We were all going to play the game last night in the bath, but after Belgrette was depressed, we noticed it was too late, so it ended up being cancelled.

Was the drift protection also tired from the streak of tension, my consciousness was interrupted when I fell into bed, and it was neat to this hour a long time ago.

Walk over to the window to get some fresh air. I just put my finger on the handle, and I saw people in the garden far down - I accidentally leaked my voice.

"Ah."

It was Belgrette and... Rubert.

Exactly yesterday today, but the two of them seem to sit on a bench in the courtyard and collude softly.

(Did we make up...?

It's about Belgrette, so maybe he went first thing in the morning to apologize.

This room, with its own protection, is situated upstairs, but is in fact the equivalent of the third floor because of its castle-like mansion, where each floor is high. I can't hear the conversation between the two of them far down.

But as far as both sides are concerned, there doesn't seem to be a problem.

Congratulations, one settling in on this - it was a snort of drift protection, but one walking away from behind the two laughing at each other.

"Ah."

Even if I do it again, I will speak to my voice unexpectedly.

- It's Claire.

Standing behind the two sitting on the bench, her sister arms grumpy, as usual. At the same time, Bergrette and Rubert turned around to talk about something.

While I also thought the three of us had started the conversation, soon Belgrette was taken in a way that Claire was forced to pull her hand, leaving only Rubert on the bench.

I can't even peek at that look from here, but it also looks like there's a somewhat lonely atmosphere from my father who's been alone.

(Damn... you also had trouble during Mr. Claire's rebellion...)

scratching his head with a shin, the door to the room was knocked.

"Good morning, Master Lugo. Your meal is ready, so we're here to pick you up."

Ruby - it's not. Looks like another maid.

"Oh, I'm going away now"

He answered and walked out, where he realized he was a cloak of pants, and was a drifting guard in haste to put on his clothes.

I was led to the same hall as last night, where I took my breakfast seat. The seating order is the same as last night. Same with the maids holding back. The food is mainly light, such as bread and salad, but it is also a luxurious menu.

The only difference is that Rubert doesn't look like him. The left neighbor of the stream guard is vacant.

You noticed such a gaze of flushing protection that Fortinaria, her loving mother, cut it out with regret.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lugo. My husband got a job he couldn't take off… earlier, he left the mansion. I invited you to bring Mr. Lugo... I'm sorry"

She also looks beautiful looking sorry and laying her eyes down.

"Oh, yes, no"

How about that? In an instant, I almost became a wife attribute.

They say the perimeter of this mansion is a territory ruled by Rubert, but just north of here... an urgent call came in from a city in the territory. I was on vacation to get sheltered, but he had a case where he really had to go out.

Even in this fantasy world, something called 'busy father' may still not make much difference.

... My father was just traveling.

Just a little bit, I feel lonely like I miss you.

"My husband, too, will be back in the evening..."

"You seem like a father when you invite your own guests to work."

It was Claria's voice, full of disgust, that resonated so that it could be worn on Fortinaria.

"Don't be offended, Lord Aliumi. Since you don't seem to have time for your family, it's very, very easy to deal with guests."

It also sounds like you care about exodus rarely, Claria's words.

But it was obvious that it was not intended that way. I just want to offend my father.

... Refuge reminds me of my conversation with Rubert last night.

I was thinking about my daughter, looking like some clumsy father. The figure of a knight who tried to bow his head to a much younger creation for an enemy shot......

"If you can't deal with them, I wish you hadn't invited them from the beginning"

Still muddled about the clarea to be recruited, the drift shield said off in a slightly risky tone.

"Uh, they would have done it. Mr. Rubert called me in at night. It was meaningful to talk about things, so it's okay."

"Uh... well, is that right?...... yeah"

Claria's voice goes low.

(... ah. I don't know...)

From what Claire said earlier, Rubert was a decent customer - so it shouldn't be a problem. But not honest, she would have had complicated thoughts.

Even though you don't mind me, I was dealing with a drift shield. The shield was a shield, and everyone was supposed to play games.

(... but)

Somehow, in the heavy air, he finishes his pre-meal prayers and begins to cheek up lavish dishes.

"... hey, belle boy. Morning...... I mean just before mesh...... did you have any sudden errands or something?

"Huh? Hmm... Ya, in particular. Why?"

Nor did Belgrette seem to have been able to detect the intention of drift protection on this alone.

"No... Actually, when I woke up in the morning and went to the window, I saw Belko and Mr. Rubert talking on the bench outside. Then Claire just came in there and pulled it off about the Bell child... I was wondering if there was an emergency."

"Oh,"

There is a contrast between Belgrette with a masterful expression and Claire's jitty eyes, who said, "Were you stealing?"

"Claire said I'd pick up Mia for breakfast. Ruby was with me last night, so I'm telling you it's okay... right? Claire."

"Beh, that's all right."

If you look next to your right, a hamster with a shade and big bread on his cheek...... not Mia's appearance. Will it be ready for the winter? He leans his little neck as he pampers his cheeks.

"Muggle?"

"Ooh... I'll clog your throat again. Taste good?"

"Hey Hii! Ho, ho, ho, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hehe hehe!

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

I know it just happened, but this girl seems to have no connection to things like low blood pressure and no appetite.

(But)

Now it's clear.

Claire says her father puts his job on and doesn't deal with his family's - but he doesn't.

She's just avoiding it.

I guess Rubert was crushing his time on that bench before he went to work.

Claria, for example, who appeared on that occasion, should have also been able to spend time with her father until he went out. In fact, though, I avoid using it as an excuse to go get Mia.

(... hmmm...)

Rubert also said he would be back in the evening.

The drifters are still staying overnight and are scheduled to return to college tomorrow morning.

(... might be a good opportunity. Ugh......!

The boy consolidated a certain determination and swallowed the bread he had been chewing.

After breakfast, the place is Mia's room.

Because of the rooms, the interior was much the same as the rooms where the stream shelter was staying.

Sitting in the center of the room facing each other are drift protection and mia. The expressions are serious together and there is a unique tension between the two sides.

"All right, mercenaries."

"Whoa, did the mercenary get hit... Kuk, but he's a trinket in our army..."

To Mia's proclamation, I'll give you back a wicked grin.

Board games we were all going to play last night. The name is Tradiera.

It is very similar to chess and chess when it comes to rules, etc., and thanks to it, it was also immediately understandable for drift protection.

but there is one feature that is only slightly different from those games.

"Hmm?... Hey Belle, what's this?"

"Oh, yeah. I can take it."

Belgrette nods as she watched on the side.

"All right, then the king has taken over. You win."

"Ah!"

It was a triumph of light protection.

There is no proclamation in this Tradiera when it hunts down pawns that become kings, like the King's Hand or the Checks. You don't have to say it like chess, you don't have to say it from the beginning. Therefore, if you are alarmed, winning or losing will be decided in such a casual manner.

"Oh no... I can't believe you beat Lugo, who just started doing it..."

"Ha. Well, even for the first time, my..."

"I have a similar game in my hometown," he says, hurrying and holding his mouth. If you turn your gaze to the dreaded 'there',

"... what is it?

Claire returns with a little adorable sitting back on the bed, slightly adorable.

"Oh, no. How about a fight with me, Mr. Claire, for Christ's sake?"

"... well. Fight me once against Mia… I'll tell you what I am."

"Claire, the line is the villain..."

But the word was not Dada, and Claria was strong enough not to be compared to Mia. Lose three, four and naturally. If Mia's pawns are a bunch of Edvin's, Claria's pawns are undisputed knights.

But - WWV.

"Oh? This... I took it!

"Ah..."

Through a tight gap of defense, the drift shelter succeeded in taking over the king of Claria.

"Way to go, Lugo."

"Oh! Lugo, that's amazing!

"It's a shame. Something like this."

Bellette and Mia applauding, Claria turning away a lot.

All right, one more time, then.

I don't think so, Claire.

"Nah..."

As such, it was the second consecutive victory of drift protection.

"Wow, wow! Lugo, actually, genius traditor?

"No, in Claire's case... don't think the clatter of defense is too solid. Conversely, it is easy to attack thoughtfully…"

"Hey, what do you know..."

Nevertheless, it's interesting to see character come out of this place as well.

Mia moves quickly without much thought, and Claria lays a formation of iron walls that solidifies the king's defense, as if it were her own two names: "S.H.I.E.L.D." Ages ". So it's inferior to fire.

By the way, Edvin hasn't thought about it, and he's going to attack, and my king starts to rave that he's not going down, and eventually he's going to develop into a real fight. Too much in my eyes.

The rest is that Digos is pretty strong, too.

Yeah. That guy, he looks like he knows chess.

- And the challenger who shows up there.

"Lugo, why don't you do it with me?

"You know what, Belle? I'm losing momentum on flying birds right now. This is my, uh..." The Dark Fallen Heavenly Knights "against you."

It wasn't a battle.

I didn't win once.

The Knights of Dark Fallen Heaven (laughter) were ravaged and devastated without exchanging.

While I was doing that, it was evening.

"Ya, you played lazy ~"

Mia grinds satisfactorily in bed.

... I mean, Mia grated it, had lunch, grabbed it, read "Go and Go," grabbed it again - so now it's okay? As a father's replacement, should I be a little embarrassed? No, but then I had trouble getting into rebellion like Claire... and when I was seriously worried about drifting protection, communication came to Belgrette, who was gracefully enjoying tea at the window.

"Leaver, it's Belgrette."

"Leaver, it's Ruby. Your husband is back."

"Ah, yes. Copy that. I'll be right there."

Briefly finishes the communication and Belgrette stands up.

It's not an obligation, but the Gertilluds say that when the Lord returns, we all decide to welcome him whenever possible.

There doesn't seem to be many opportunities for the whole family to align, so maybe this is how we try to increase our time to get in touch with each other a little bit.

"Claire, I'm coming. Lugo, Mia...... sorry, I'm just gonna go"

"Whoa, take your time"

"There you go!

"Ha..."

Claria took a big sigh by the outspoken and followed her after her sister in such a way as reluctantly.

"Yes, Claire..."

Mia laughs bitterly without thinking about it.

"Uh, I might be getting sleepy..."

"What?"

Mia says she's just hanging out in bed this afternoon, and then she's going to take a nap? You're gonna get fat.

"... Oh, yeah"

Just the right opportunity. You should hear it before you fall asleep.

"Mia, you said you had a fight with Claire before."

"Huh? Well...... yeah"

"Well, I just wanted to ask..."

Be prepared, you should be careful.

Shiatsu questioned Mia as she gripped her sweaty fist with slight tension.