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

The report came in just around noon.

"The farm is being vandalized..."?

Enjoying herbal tea after meals. Kelisdel Vinais, one of the "Silver Legion Troops" Silvalios, frowned at communications from his men.

'Yes. They say the livestock has been damaged many times...'

"Wolf or something?

"That's..."

The place is on the outskirts of Dealey, a farm zone that is expanding outside the walls.

It was about twenty days ago that one of the chickens I had disappeared from a single farmhouse. Early in the morning, workers discovered traces of blood that had been left at the scene. At that time, he wondered if he had been unluckily attacked by a wild dog.

But then a few days later, the goats and the cows disappeared one by one. In the early morning, just like chickens, in a way where only blood stains are found.

It is night that is being attacked. When even goats and cattle are attacked and there are no bodies, it is not the work of wild dogs. Has even the beast settled nearby?

The ranch workers also stepped up their vigilance and looked around the nearby woods and by the river. but thank you. There is no sign that the beast is inhabited.

While doing so, one sheep was sacrificed.

Several of the workers who decided to do so decided to stay in the work shed and keep an eye on them.

Turn off the lights and keep watch in the quiet darkness for hours.

When the date changed, the killer appeared.

A two-legged shadow that walks wide on the ranch like a palm.

Unfortunately, Ish Marni's benefits were weak and his distance prevented him from ascertaining where he had emerged from, and his appearance was not clearly visible. But when he saw the movement in the dark, he thought he was human.

One at this hour. That's suspicious behavior, too. It wasn't the beasts or anything like that that were putting their hands on livestock. A thief.

The fear and tension of the workers gradually turn into anger. If you're a human being, you're scared. I'll stop you.

But the next moment, they will tremble.

The shadow, which, in the main, approached one cow, shook up his arms wide - striking a blow like a slap. The cow lay heavily with an awesome striking sound.

Moreover, the shadow gently lifted the captive cow to his shoulder and went into darkness - disappearing in the northern direction, he said.

That was three days ago.

And that morning, the totally frightened workers immediately hired several mercenaries to crusade the monsters who robbed the cattle.

'To this day, not a single mercenary has returned. In the meantime, the ranch hasn't been attacked.'

"Hmm......"

I guess I've finally decided it's out of my hands and relied on the soldiers.

Kelisdell, having finished his overview, thinks quietly.

It is definitely the work of the resentment demon.

As with cities and streets, farms and ranches are treated with exorcism, but if they have large grounds, they are often poorly treated. Livestock, etc. were rarely attacked by intruding resentment demons when they were put in there.

This time, it seems to be exactly the case.

But what bothers me is who the grudge demon is. Basically, there are no more than category D resentment demons inhabiting this Dealey neighborhood. Relatively safe. That's why farms can expand outside the walls.

When you beat the cow to death with one blow and carried it mildly, it's not a lot of power. And a shadow of bipedal walking that is confusing with humans.

"Drawthrow... I don't know"

Kelisdell mutters the name of the most likely grudge demon.

About two months ago, the Midir College was attacked.

The arrival of Evil Dragon Farvnar scattered all the draughts that inhabited the far north. As a result, there was less damage in neighboring cities and villages.

They also show up near Dealey, and Kelisdell is hitting extermination. It is not surprising that its survival is still lurking around here.

The action of attacking livestock at night would also be possible if it were a nocturnal draught.

But there are some things that concern me.

in that the workers initially mistaken them for human beings.

Drawthrow does travel bipedally, but his behavior is very similar to that of a monkey. He is also around a mile long. The back length is smaller than the child's.

Even though there was some distance in the dark night, would I mistake such a thing for a human being?

And one more thing.

Sure, it's a draughtrow known for its rigid arms, but how much anything can tailor a cow with a single blow? The power of carrying the cow in charge. It doesn't engage with one of Kelisdell's known Draughtrow statues right now, and it's uncomfortable.

Most of all, there are more beings known as resentment demons than there are parts that have not been revealed.

That is precisely what has led to the discovery of the hallmark in one of the College's cases: 'Act only during the day if you are in a state of panic, and you will no longer accept traditional exorcisms'. There is ample potential for unexpected action.

"-So."

Either way, there will be no other hand than to try to get to the scene.

"Can you gather the numbers?

'Ha... we've got all the people who are already free, but in about ten...'

"Huh. I'm having trouble with the shortage of manpower."

If you consider the possibility that the enemy is Drauthor, and there are multiple of them as well, ten is not enough at all.

Kelisdell has no problem, but in the normal soldiers, they will just record the severance in their hobby, the sound ore.

"Hmm, hey...... ah,"

Kelisdell, who came up with the proposal, had accidentally hit Pong with his hand.

- If men and animals are loved by God and sons, 'they' can be described as being fascinated by the devil.

".................. Hmm"

The drifting shield, which was turning the pages of heavy books beginning with such headlines, rang his neck with a breath.

Quiet library with no one but Mia encouraging homework in the next seat. A stretched body of flowing protection makes a crisp and loud noise.

It was a book about resentment demons.

Monsters of mighty power that travel to this world called Grimclows and people fear and repel. As a rule, cities and villages are surrounded by large walls in order to protect themselves from such a resentful existence.

Incredible examples of the destruction of a man's habitat by those monsters were described in this book. It is also as if the thickness of the book represents the threat of resentment demons.

The degree of danger is defined by the 'Grievance Demon Supplement' managed by more than one country, with fine classifications ranging from the lowest ranked E to the highest ranked S.

For Category E individuals, even those who cannot properly use the Divine Chant "Oracle" can also be confronted depending on their weapons and numbers, but when they become D or C, they are no longer in control and cannot be beaten unless they are skilled in combat. A pair of three general soldiers is mandatory if it is also b. Many chancers "mages" and weapons operations will be required against A, and S is even perceived as a suspicious mythological class, a catastrophe itself. Individuals with extremely powerful poisons and the like are classified here, even if they are not as capable of combat.

In the far past, there seems to have been a time when natural phenomena such as tornadoes were also considered S-ranked resentment demons themselves.

Its characteristic that draws a line with other beasts - is that it is in no way a monster incompatible with people.

If a beast strikes a person, there is often a reason there as an organism, such as to defend hunger, self-defense, or territory.

But resentment demons don't have it. Do harm to people as you breathe. If it caught my eye, I would attack it.

Communication of will is impossible. I never miss it. Impossible to understand each other. For humans, an absolute enemy exists.

It is also characterised by the fact that the body part 'other than', typical of fangs, nails and tails, is often used as a weapon. Resentful demons living in volcanoes say flames and resentful demons lurking in the sea even attack with water.

Evil Dragon Farvnar, once confronted by driftshields, was spewing stones out of his mouth as if he were a cannon. The results of the study have found that they were shooting out gastric stones produced in the body.

(... grudge demon, huh)

The more the threat, the better I understand the drift protection.... stained and knocked in, so to speak.

For example, Category B, Drawthrow. It was a creature resembling a monkey less than a meter long, yet boasting incredible power and speed. In the first confrontation, the drift shield has also taken a blow and has been cracked in the ribs. And...

…………

Her face rises in the back of her brain.

A simple, unusual smile and a mess crushed me -

"Lugo, huh? What's wrong with you? You don't look well, do you?

If I noticed, Mia sitting next to me was peeking in worried.

"Hmm? Oh... I'm fine"

Even this Mia is under attack. If something was hanging one wrong, I don't know what was going on. I'm really glad you saved me when the college was raided.

Very naturally, reach out to touch the broken….

"Wah, hiaaaaah!? Hey, what's up?

"Oh, wow, bad!

I stuck around and tried to touch my face, and Mia should have had to lag behind.

"Well, uh, I don't like it or anything, but, uh, what's up?

"Oh, no, er... when did I mistake it for 'Motif Wadonut Bread' there..."

"Terrible, terrible! It's not that round!

Pugh, the girl inflates her cheeks like freshly baked bread.

"Ha... no, seriously, get a little confused. Sorry."

... and I also recognized such draughtrow as bait, Evil Dragon Farvnar. A giant dragon even described in the heirloom.

Stream protection is supposed to have knocked him down with bare hands in the alley, but it's not.

Liquid shield is no better than that monster.

There was a chase for everyone, and I could poke a gap. Still unable to push him, death was confirmed. A hair saved there by Belgrette. One-on-one, I was definitely losing.

There will be more to fighting resentment demons on future assignments than becoming guerrillas.

More. You have to be stronger, stronger. If it's a S-rank grudge demon, it's more than enough.

To where I was so secretly solidifying my resolve,

"Ah! There he is, Lugo"

Two people, Belgrette and Claria, came hurriedly.

"To, mandate......!?

The driftshield I listened to returns confusion to the words of Belgrette.

"Yeah. Dealey wants you to help him get rid of the grievances that might be lurking nearby."

"Oh, I...!?

"Yeah, yeah. What's the matter with you?

"What is it, you're crazy. You think I don't want to work?

The caring Belgrette contrasts with Claria, who sends Zito eyes.

"No... is that your first assignment...!

Yes, it is. He became a guerrilla and was a shield stationed at the academy, but shortly afterwards he entered the Rest of the Ethereal Thunderbird (Raptors Rest).

I haven't done one thing yet, such as work as a soldier. The help with protection the other day would not be the job of a guerrilla.

This request to go in there should be my first assignment. I was just worried I'd be a pay thief as it is.

Besides, there will also be fighting resentment demons - the story of arrowheads I thought.

As if to satisfy the temper, Lifeguard meets the two fists.

"Oh, well. It's going to be Lugo's first assignment."

"So is that. I don't think so."

We have already engaged with resentment demons, assassins and, at the end of the day, 'Penta' and terrorist groups. Didn't you fight a single opponent? Claria's right, there's not much of a sense of a first assignment.

"Okay. Good luck then......!

Still, when I realized it was my first assignment, I felt slightly nervous about the drift protection.

"So, but that's it. I'm sure Lugo will be fine... but I haven't got any protective gear yet, and be careful."

"Oops......"

Mia looks anxious.

It was five days ago that I ordered Farvnar's armor from "The Dragon Claw". Protective equipment made of unprecedented materials. I don't even know when I'll finish it.

This time it will be the same round hips as before, but you will need to keep your mind tight.

"Oh, no... what about Belle and Claire?

"Because we are not called. Instead, I'm just about to be ordered to clean up this library. This is part of the job."

"... that means... am I going alone...!?

"Hmm, you will... Oh, well"

Belgrette seems to have noticed.

I've never been out on my own.

I've never really gone out on my own, even if I've temporarily acted differently all over the city.

"I'm getting anxious... I have no idea the way or anything, and, hey, am I gonna be okay...?

"Hehe, it's okay. You just take the carriage to Dealey's barracks, so you don't have to walk around. I just need you to call a carriage back at the barracks and go back to college."

"Oh well. Right."

Courage comes from the kindness of Belgrette.

Even if you get lost in the worst way, it's not like you don't get the word, all you have to do is ask people and manage to get to the carriage store and let them ride you to college.

"It's not a child's use..."

It was a creary that sighed like a shudder,

"That's not true, Claire..."

The drift shield has to be disproved.

"I would have explained that I came from a completely different world. I don't know anything about this Grimcrow. In a way…"

Liquid protection squeezed out his voice.

"I'm, in a way, less than a child..."

"Then make an effort to learn"

"Yes, I'm sorry"

The city of Dealey is a two-hour carriage ride away.

But this time I had a fast carriage arranged because of a sudden call, and it arrived in just thirty minutes.

Getting off the carriage as he jolted, one soldier, who was in front of the barracks and thoughtful buildings, approached him with a small run.

"Whoa, you're the Ariu Milligo!?

"Huh? Oh, yes... yes, but"

"Ooh! I knew it! I've been waiting for you!

What I've spoken to casually was a street guard and a seemingly unusual boy soldier of that age.

The same light silver armor worn by the female knight apprentice Priscilla of Wangdu. Gauntlets on arms and legs. These are also uniform in silver.

Shorter blonde hair, brown skin, not aesthetically shaped but adorable, with a nostalgic look. After all, because of the inhabitants of this world, they are much taller than homeless. There will be one hundred eighty-five centimeters.

"I'm Carbolo. He is sixteen years old. I'm a soldier in this city or in the king's capital. Yorosik!"

"Oh, thank you... Regards"

"Ha! Normally, take it easy, man!

Carrborough has slapped his drifting shoulder in his closeness.

"No, oh, can I call you Lugo? I've heard rumors about Lugo, and I've been wanting to see it at first sight. - You're really short. Wow, but arms! My arm is fat! What's going to happen to me when I eat it, and you're really round back! Awesome! Wow - I've heard a lot about you, but Mr. Kelisdell's waiting for you, and let's go inside anyway!

Walk behind Carrborough, who keeps talking drooling.

As we walked through the hallway into the hall, about ten soldiers were waiting thoughtfully.

Everyone turns a blind eye to drift protection.

- Half of them were eye-catching.

"Hugh, whoa, whoa. I love your eyes - well, don't worry about it, Lugo"

Carbolo whispered in his ear.

"Jealous or faithful people? Either way, celebrities are tough."

There are two main types of ambient evaluation of Arima current protection.

One is the praise of the ancient hero Geisserius for his extravaganza in defeating his enemies without using the divine chant Oracle. Another is the repentance of not trying to use God's beneficial divine chant Oracle, a punitive existence -.

Those who strongly admire Geiserius or combat with hand-to-hand fisting, take the emotions of the former. The devout and faithful hold the emotions of the latter.

I guess some are simply jealous of the power of drift protection, as Carbolo said most of all.

The soldiers on this occasion now were also showing their respective reactions as interesting.

"And my arms are too good, what's going on? This is amazing."

... Carrborough seems to be the type to admire.

Wait a few minutes.

Drawing the curtain behind the room, a long-sleeved female knight showed up.

Dark hair spread across the bosom. Elongated hands and feet. Large eyes and elongated pupils hidden inside them, large ripped mouths, somewhere reminiscent of snakes.

When she visited this city about Mia, she also met her face once. Kelisdel Vinais, one Silver Legion Squad "Silvalios", currently composed of sixty-three elites. The phase remained the same, and it looked like I would believe it if they told me it was Medusa.

"I wonder if we're all here. First, Lugo Aliumi, the guerrilla. Thank you for responding to my urgent request. Anyway, we're short on manpower."

"Ah, yes"

Appreciated after being suddenly called by name, the gaze of the other soldiers gathers. A little uncomfortable.

"Well, let me get into the explanation. Uh..."

The place is off Dealey, Lorraine Farm.

For about twenty days now, he has been attacked and robbed of livestock by resentful demons and thoughtful beings. Investigate the surrounding area, and eliminate the threat, as it is likely the work of Drauthor, who fled in the case of the Farvnar raid that occurred two months ago.

"Any questions?

Kelisdell asks, having finished his brief but extra explanation.

There was no one to raise his hand, and all the soldiers were silent with a slightly nervous face.

I can't help it. You may encounter Draughtrow.

It can be a phenomenal opponent for a concurrent human being. If you get that fist decent, even if it's driftshield, you take your life. In fact, at first glance, he's been cracked in the ribs. He was also a bitter opponent, remembering the Minnett incident and the college raid in response.

As for salvation, is now daylight? Drawthrow is' basically 'nocturnal. Even a small number of soldiers are likely to be able to contain them if they storm their sleep.

"You don't seem to have any questions. Let's head to the crime scene."

Thus exile and Kelisdell, the twelve soldiers, set off for the Lorraine farm.