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

When I opened my eyes thinly, the greenery of the depressed and lush forest spread to one side of my sight.

Close your eyes to the grace of God, who stitches and illuminates the gaps in the branches.

"... chip"

In the woods with cool, clear air, Dino hits his tongue with the best opening.

Long time no see, I had that dream.

Somehow it reminds me of myself at an early age, because I engaged with that boy - that brother and sister?

After all, I couldn't bear the weight of losing my sister. Continue your self-depraved way of life. All that remained was enormous amounts of gold that had been eliminated from use and a halfway self.

I mocked myself for not making a difference to my wandering and nothing now as I threw up on the big things.

I broke up with Yesta and the others and spent the whole day.

Dino doesn't know what happened to the two of them since then.

His father was also badly hurt and in a dangerous condition. It is also possible that he has died. It would be a good and serious injury. Under such circumstances, it is not necessarily true that Yesta, who returned to the village, was able to make a calm decision.

But still.

If that boy, who somehow resembled himself in his childhood, could have defended and survived his sister without making any difference in judgment. And somewhere else, if we ever see each other again. Dino loosened his mouth when he asked if he could afford to eat.

- The edge of the loosened mouth brutally increases the depth as it is.

Heat source reaction, roughly ten.

At the same time I sensed it, scratching the lush greens, and armed men appeared.

"Red-haired youngster... no doubt about it, it's him"

"It doesn't matter if you're wrong. Well, that was bad luck."

"It's not like Nojuku to be swallowed up in this place instead of running away, imitating what we did to him. Are you brave or stupid?"

Orchester, a group of performers that consists of a thousand constituents.

Not everyone was there yesterday. It would be a leftover party waiting in Azito or somewhere. The men inexorably stepped on the grasshoppers, even leaning against the rocks and coming to the front of the dino where they would sit.

"Wow, brother. Did you say Dino or something? I don't know what to do."

The man with the beard surface looks down and is amazing.

Dino has to wonder.

How do these people recognize the status quo?

Yesterday, thirty people who were in the West Forest were just defeated, but I don't understand that thought that only ten people are going to be good at surrounding them.

They say that in areas where learning is not pervasive, many people are unable to read or write or count the number of letters, but is that the kind of accommodation?

A bandit is what makes a man off the road. Not even working, jealous of the successful, armed with an outdated murder weapon and attacking people, on the grounds that a decent divine chant, Oracle, cannot be used. It's not much different from a vermin.

Out of the blue, Dino accidentally laughed with his nose, saying that he probably can't really tell the difference between ten and thirty.

"Is something funny, Cora? Hmm? Olah!

Dino grabbed and accepted the kick that flew in his face with his left arm.

Tell the man who opens his eyes in surprise.

"What's so cocky... that would be Omei's head"

With all that rambling, they still don't know.

I'm free anyway. Let's hang out with each other until we can understand it by instinct.

Orchester. Good prey for you.

Let's try to make it a stepping stone to make Dino Gailroen's name blow wide.

"It's easy to be rude. Mr. Quindor, what you're reporting..."

Spacious and brilliant rooms, as if you had exhausted all your luxury.

The skinny man, called Quindor, stared at his men with only his neck facing back as he sank into the black leather sofa.

"Hmm? The customer is here now. You know what I mean?

It was a light but powerful voice. Around thirty when I was old. White skin, blonde hair divided into seventy-three parts. On the thinly suspended tri-white eye, the creation of a top-nosed beam, thin lips drawing horizontal lines, reminiscent of a reptile somewhere. The outfit that wraps a lean body like a wire is a pure white dress with no dirt.

Sitting on the couch in a lavish hall may look aristocratic together.

"So, but..."

"Okay, what is it? Say it."

Quindor urges ahead in a flurry.

"The people who worked for Mererial, they were... wiped out."

"... Mererial...? Raindeer's do-it-yourself border, it's only a mountain. I don't know what kind of people work in places like that."

"Heh. The Niels of Lumley Village are performing"

"Niels......? Who is it? Oh, no. So?"

"Hey, whatever, just one chanter, Maggie, did it to me... I'm talking about the fact that it wasn't Penta."

"Hmm...... 'Penta', hey"

With that word, Quindor finally reacted like he had shown interest. One sigh, ask your men.

"I don't care what the other guy is... a quote intruded into the field, a guy who seems to be ruining 'the play', disqualified as a performer. Don't you think?

"Heh..."

"You're not answering empty. Impossible."

"Su, suiyasu"

"I don't know...... but let Debias make his way. You don't have time for this, do you? He's an assistant captain. The title is only a dozen years ago, but I drink tea in my spare time. Leave it to him. I'm not exactly the right person to adjust Septius."

"De, get Mr. Debias...! Oh, I can see that."

I guess I appeased to the name. It's not like I'm being scorned. Quindor turns back to the front guest, blind to his shitty and exiting men.

"... excuse me. I'm sorry I broke your hip."

He narrowed his thin triple white eyes further and apologized with a grin and an inorganic grin.

"Hi-hi... I don't mind"

An old man, a guest, sat on the opposite couch across the glass table.

She looks pretty old in white. He's got a humble grin, but clearly not 'decent'. Signs of those who are soaking up plenty in the world behind them. It surrounds itself with a disastrous atmosphere that has matured to the point where it may no longer be called annoying.

Behind it, a young man refrained like a statue that he was an escort.

Anyway, my body is big and thick. He's not so tall, but he has abnormal muscle mass. Is something called a person's flesh so enlarged - so impressive? Standing with extended spine is not allowed to move slightly, and I can't feel something called a rough gap. Even if he was suddenly attacked from all sides on this scene now, he would try to cope without changing one complexion. It has an impressive garment with a strange pattern, mixed with green and gray patterns. Lurking in the woods, too, was going to blend in just like that.

Blue, beautiful eyes that do not look good on a tight face are poured right behind Quindole.

"... Hmm... Lord Mercosia, was it? Do you care, 'I'm here'?"

"... this is rude"

"I don't care. You can watch as much as you like. Sure, it might be a little unusual."

Behind Quindor. Ahead of the gaze of a man named Mercosia.

What was there was a giant sword anchored to the wall.

Its ruler, which draws a gentle curve, exceeds two and a half miles, and the width of its blade also reaches twenty centers. Regardless of the product made up of the Divine Chant "Oracle," it is only out of standard size as a real sword. Spear-like length, thick as a spear. It was such a substitute that it would not be strange for Gigantes, the giant appearing in the heirloom, to deal with it. Intriguing gaze, older than Mercosia herself.

But this is the ultimate weapon Quindor loves to use.

"I got it from a certain muscle, my love sword. We call it the Dead Moon.

"Bow, Gets...... Wonderful name."

"Whoa, I didn't name it. That's what they called it long before it was in my hands. I'm not sure who named him that from what origins."

"... with that giant sword... you?

"Huff, I guess it seems natural, too. Anyway, I'm bigger than you."

By the way, a squeaky voice interrupts the conversation between the two.

He was an old man in white, sitting face to face.

"Earlier I heard... what about 'Penta'... hiccup"

"As embarrassing as you can be"

"Hi-ha. A group of performers, Orchester. Production of sealing artefacts, divine chanting" Oracle "research… a group of organizations familiar with all fields and never on the table for a total of more than a thousand people. Your leader, Lord Quindor, is a former knight and now the head of a major chamber of commerce. The new chillers we sold last year are selling well, aren't they? Components include mercenary ascendants, active court chanters (mages) and even aristocrats. Even if you are, you still can't ignore Penta."

Laughing haha at the words of the old man, Quindor reassembles his long legs.

"Actually, you've rubbed 'Penta' in the past. It's a pain in the ass... because I'm just one person. Nothing wrong with that."

"You're reliable."

The old man laughed at the tease and continued.

"This time... I would like to propose to you to further increase your combat power... so that we can add colour to your" performances. "

"Hmm. Let me ask you more - Lord Kinzor Granshua, was it"

The strange old man in white, called by name, deepened his wrinkles and laughed, nodding loudly.

"... so please hey. Mr. Dermey."

Raindeer's proud elite unit, "Silver Legion Troop" Silvalios. The woman serving as its deputy captain, Oretta Bloody Fir, smiled nicely after giving an overview.

As per the tipped neck, a further grey hair, "Hakohama", stretched up to his back, shakes. A loving smile on the face of a small, neat creation. Most guys would have smiled about shaking their heads vertically if they said, "Please," etc.

"……… Copy…"

The man only replied so heartily.

In the first place, I haven't even looked Oretta in the eye. The gaze is poured down the diagonal - to the floor where there is nothing. It is not illuminated and deviant. The uninhabited eyes of vitality, he says, are "uninterested" beyond words.

"Erm... Mr. Dermey. If you have any questions..."

"... there isn't. Now excuse me..."

The man turns back on his heel and then leaves.

"Knock..."

Oretta was groaning unexpectedly.

Because of this, older subordinates are hard to do.

With that in mind, the deputy captain drops off the backs of his departing men.

Unmotivated attitude toward disturbed chestnut hair that you would not be taking care of at all. Apathetic dead eyes. Thin enough to look like you're eating, lean enough to break.

Dermie Charzorbert, thirty-one years old. He is undoubtedly also an uppermost user within the Silver Legion Troop Silvalios. The results left behind are impressive and have been given two names: "Orkan Lazen", the scourge of windy warfare. I just joined three years ago and would be in the newest category as a 'Silver Legion Troop' Silverios'.

To be honest, Oretta doesn't really know who Dermie is. At the beginning of this man's assignment, he talks about "what are they doing on the Sabbath" in order to establish a smooth relationship as a companion of the same unit, but he returns "nothing…" and the conversation is over.

I think the vice captain's maiden.

Speaking of "Silver Legion Troops" Silvalios "etc., it sounds good, but the suspicious talent King Ardia has collected himself. Frankly, it's just weird freaks. From the captain, he carries an embarrassing past that people can't tell him. The common denominator is just 'strong'. That more than sixty people, all of them, are gathered together by the strength of King Aldia. When it comes to strict matters, there are a few who cannot be called very knights or the like.

... with a badly retarded Dalcor? I wonder if he's studying handwriting properly. It's time for me to be able to count the numbers from twenty.

"... ha. As for origin, I can't talk about people either. He's one of about sixty of them. Anyway, she's a rural daughter of local nobility."

Scratch your head like a stubble, one sigh of sigh.

What a tough darmy to deal with, but those arms are real. I can't go wrong with my job. This time, we're dealing with a burglar who's going down the street in the neighborhood. It would be cleaning up and coming back without any problems.

"Heh, Lieutenant Heh! Were you here!

Turning to the voice from behind, there stood a knight who looked good to people.

A young man who seems honest, covered his left eye with silver hair. It also looks like a new soldier, but the dark silver light armor that surrounds it is a sign of being a part of Silver Legion Squad Silvalios.

"Oh Kesh. What's the matter, man?

"Yes, no! Because King Aldia was calling for you!

"Okay. I'll be right there, thank you."

"Yes, no! So, then excuse me!

With a grin, Kesh turned his face bright red and left his most salutation, shivering away. His reaction, unfamiliar to women, is really smiling.

(Yeah, right. Yeah)

Me, what do you say yourself, but it sounds good, doesn't it? Fine, there's not much to be said. Yeah, there's something wrong with Mr. Dermey. I wonder if he's gay.

Oretta Bloody Fear snorts roughly, it was the summer of twenty-four.

The relentless grace of summer illuminates a man who walks accordingly.

Just down the long stairs of the royal castle,

"Ugh! It's Dermie! There's Dermie!

"Wow, I haven't seen a hiccup! It's dermy! It's real! You don't seem motivated!

"Awesome. Yeah, yeah! Guys, there's Dermie!

In an instant, the children of the city rushed over. Though screwed up, the knight whines without changing one expression.

"... Genda. I'm going to work. Would you step aside, please?"

"Per? Are you going to take out the bad ones?

"Where have you been, hiccup?

"That's it, you're going to take out enemies with that awesome move again!? Suggy!"

"Let me see it! Let me see that move again!

You don't mind Darmy's words or anything, he starts to thrive on his own.

Spring ahead thing. In the corner of Wangdu Eighth Street, there was a case of a bad man assaulting a child as a hostage. It was this man who solved it lightly there. Apparently the moves shown there inspired the interest of the children, and Dermie instantly became a hero to them.

"Nah. Which one is stronger, Dermie or the brave man from" Fist Strike "Luckels"?

"That would be dermy." Fist Strike "Luckels" says you can't use the Divine Chant "Oracle". There's nothing out there. "

"But that brave man was amazing, too. Me, I saw it in the museum, and it was messy. You're so small, you really just won a punch."

"But Dermie's stronger!

"No, he's a brave man!

... a fight started. While watching the two children slap each other with pokapoka, Dermie zeroes in with the potpourri.

"... who is the brave man?"

"What, you don't know? You know, the other day... yuck... yuck? He's the one who made it work."

"... oh,"

A boy named as a guerrilla? I defeated Farvnar, who came to the academy, but I defeated Detlev with a single blow. As a dermy, I haven't had much opportunity to come to Wang Capital, and I wasn't interested in it, so I don't even know his name if I haven't seen it. Rumors are those with tails on them. To lift a slightly rare boy, the story would also have added a footprint.

"............... Anyway. I'm in a hurry, so see you next time. And stop fighting."

Peel off the two children to work with, and Dermie walks out.

"Huh. Are you going to King's Landing for a while? Play harder."

"Good luck, Dermie!

Hands up carelessly without looking back, Dermie heads to the carriage stop.

At that ear, now the ripples of communication spread.

……………………

In response to all the cardiac troubles,

'Good day, long time no see, Dermie. It's me.

"……… is that you"

It's been a long time since I've dealt with him, but Dermie's attitude hasn't changed.

I need you to tell me a little bit about your information network as a knight.

".................. I'm going to work... so please be brief"

'That was bad, then briefly. Do you know the name Dino Gayleroen?

".................. ah, a little"

Fourth place to belong to the College of Midir. A flaming man who won't stop saying that he is the strongest. Arrogant and self-respecting, it can be described as a very common 'penta' in character.

No one around Wang Capital knows the name, but as dermies, who are often far away, they don't know so much about it.

If you tell them everything you know, the other side leaks your voice like you're good at it.

"... Hmm, that's the way it is. Was it a real" penta "...... '

"............... Neither do I. I don't know that much about it. So... is that enough, Mr. Debias?"

'Oh, thank you. An active knight can still count on you. If anything happens again, please, Dermie.... as part of the Orchester,'

Striking the right gavel, Dermie finished the communication.

As usual. A day without any excitement, that scene that doesn't matter.

That day three years ago.

Meet a man named Aldia, a vivid memory of the struggle engraved.

Wandering in search of that sweet stimulus, a day as usual.