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

"Hey, Rigo. I'll be your wife for a while."

Shaking the tip of the grass in my hand.

A colorful flower with long dark hair and a look back suddenly says something like that. I was glad I was about to be swung back to the landscape on my back because of the momentum.

Lifeguard is just surprised by the sudden remarks.

"Ha!? Ha!? That......! I didn't ask for it. You don't have to be."

Reflectively, I had given it back.

"Hey, what's that! What do you mean!

"You don't have to be!

Liquid protection also strikes back with a reddish face so as to stick against the colored flowers that turn bright red.

If my classmates find out I've been told this, it's not something I know how much I'll make fun of.

In the first place, what do you suddenly say?

Is that because there was a story in class about future dreams?

"I want to make a box that explodes when a handsome guy comes in," he wrote and made me redo it. It was a drift protection, but speaking of which, what did Colorflower say?

"... Huh. Then that's enough. Marry me later - even so, I won't give it to you."

"I won't tell you..."

"I make a cool boyfriend or something, and I don't give a shit about him anymore."

"Be my guest..."

Colorful flowers turned away a lot and turned forward.

Yeah, shit. Colorful flowers are a pain in the ass.

Shiatsu, who missed his face and scratched his head, raised his face to say something...

"Hey, Mr. Lugo"

There was a girl there who wasn't supposed to be there anymore.

Long chestnut hair. An understated, grown-up look. Undecorative and elegantly designed garment with a single top and underwear. Medieval, peasant-like outfits. No, it's not 'like'. By the way, being dirty would be a sign that you are engaged in farming.

Yes. I only found out that she was helping the farm or something - since she was gone.

The way home from elementary school where I even feel nostalgic. That girl dressed too disproportionately to be nestled in such a landscape.

"Mr. Lugo. Have you forgotten about me yet?

Funny, lonely smile.

I haven't forgotten. You can't forget. Never, never forget.

I tried to answer, but for some reason I don't have a voice. Like the vocal cords are gone, like I forgot to put my voice on them, no sound.

Wait. Let me tell you something. All this time, I wanted to say it directly. At least.

I'm sorry I couldn't help you.

"Hey, Mr. Lugo"

Her, lonely face.

Gucci, I collapsed.

- Colositeal Lugo

"…, ………………………!

I jumped up.

With a breath, Ari Current Protection looks up to the ceiling.

A dark blue sky still dim, stretching out the window. The thin top is slightly wet by unpleasant sweat. The sound of a cold surgery apparatus around the pillow made me feel a little deaf.

Dreaming about the two of us has happened several times before. I'll never see them again, their dreams.

There's no reason to forget. Never, never forget.

But there, it was badly offensive that yesterday's monster mixed up. Colorful flowers and minettes, I feel tainted.

"... no kidding, fucking Yarrow"

What are you going to do? Go to hell.

Is it because of my head? I have a very unpleasant idea.

When I was in elementary school, I watched a movie and was about to be traumatized.

The protagonists are attacked by unidentified monsters and desperately resist. The end of a story that still finds the thread of counterattack and begins to see hope as desperate situations continue. It is discovered that the monster's identity was, in fact, the end of the human race.

It may not be a rare setting now, but it could be said to have been a shocking development for young drift protection. The colorful flowers we were watching together are so much so that we jumped out of the room crying.

- I mean.

"Mr. Lugo! Help. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Colositeal Lugo

"... give me a break..."

A disturbing presence, literally speaking, such as a grudge demon.

Weak voices leaked into thoughts that made me want to beat myself up. She... heard she was properly cremated. Impossible.

Besides, I don't even think Dr. Locke, who's been studying here for fourteen years, will notice if there's anything that makes a human being 'do that'. The books I have been reading and fishing for since I became a guerrilla had no such inheritance either. As one. There do exist suspicious rumors such as ghosts and zombies, but that's just as much recognition as modern Japan. There's actually nothing like an undead monster, let alone a human being mutating like that, etc. -

No. It's got to be impossible...

"- Ah!

Once he falls asleep, he jumps up in recoil.

It was still early in the day, but I decided to stay up in the momentum.

Let's crap our heads and run. Today, I decided not to drag it.

"Lugo kun, good morning!

The moon and fourteenth of Xingliao's "Seiryu". Inverenus, who reached high early, shines razor-sharp, after 9: 00 a.m.

Mia stopped by after Mia as she encouraged her fisting and laying down in the shade of the courtyard.

"Oh, good morning."

When I return the greeting, the girl peeks in with her eyes like she sees how things are going.

"What's wrong?"

"Ah...... yeah. My first job yesterday, because I heard it seemed like a lot of trouble.... Glad you're safe."

"Ha. Thanks."

Stand up and wipe the sweat, spinning candid words.

"That's how Mia worries me, don't worry about me having to work hard to get home.... It's okay. I'll definitely be here no matter what... I'll be back at Mia's."

"Ugh, yeah."

Yesterday - the words of Carbolo, a young soldier on a mission, come back to life in his brain.

"Maybe this is how I leave home and never come home."

Go home.

I... will definitely, I'll be back. To this place.

"I... will be back for any job properly. So Mia can wait in peace. Sometimes I buy souvenirs."

"... ugh, yeah!

After much talk, Mia also snorted back to the student building because of her hard work on the assignment. It may have been inspired by the determination of drift protection. I'm just a little happy as a boy to admit to replacing her father, because some of the feeling is that she's just been grubbing up since she went on holiday.

I just tried to get back to working out, and now Belgrette came running over in a rare and hasty fashion.

"Good morning, Lugo"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"... Lugo... that, okay?

I let Belgrette, who seemed worried, snort clearly.

"Oh, I'm fine now. I'm sorry to show you."

Dawn overnight.

It was definitely shocking.

Even now, it clearly crosses the back of my brain.

The face of a soldier whose neck has been screwed by a black resentment demon blow. The face of a soldier who was fisted and cracked like a fruit. The monster's blood-running eyes, which uttered a humanistic word "colloquial"......

I dreamed it over and over, and I woke up again and again. Each time, I realized that that wasn't a dream or something...... it was real. … Finally, even the colorful flowers and minettes are crossed.

But we have to accept it. That can also happen to the job of a soldier, one end. One of the things that can happen in the unknown.

"So... what's wrong? Belle child."

"Oh, yeah. I heard from Dragon Claw. Farvnar's armor, it's done!

"Oh, seriously!

The unexpected good news also brightened the voice of drift protection.

Less than a week after ordering.

I'm not sure how much trouble it takes to forge a weapon from scratch.

"I mean, that's fast. No, isn't it too soon...?

Belgrette answers such a flushing question with a bitter laugh.

"Ha... I was surprised too. Everything, Mr. Ubal, seems to have focused on finishing your armor with everyone, including your apprentice..."

In addition, a person named Lifeguard Fan who is in the resentment research department of the example also cooperated and supervised and finished it at an unusual speed.

Apparently, the Divine Chant "Oracle" is also used in the processing of weapons, and if so, it may be pointless to think about whether it is fast or slow with the feeling of the shield - Earthlings, etc. Seems quick to take that into account though.

"No, well, I appreciate it as far as I'm concerned... okay. Then hurry up and go pick it up today... Before I do, I need to get to Dr. Locke when I'm done with my training."

"Hmm... about yesterday"

An example of a grudge demon talking.

If I tried to calm down at dawn overnight, it was an event that might have made me wonder if even drifting protection was some mistake, but if Dr. Rock - Iwawave Fai might get an opinion from the same Japanese point of view.

... You might want to ask about the area where it is possible that humans can become resentful demons for some reason.

I was an exodus guardian who was still encouraging me to train for an early time, but I actually felt like going to the Doctor as soon as possible.... though.

"That's Dr. Locke... like he's not here. Looks like she hasn't been here since last night. Sometimes they call me to the lab in Wangdu, so maybe I went out."

"Hey... seriously"

Only at a time like this, what a bad time.

Where the drift shield nodded, the ripples of communication spread in Belgrette's ear.

"Soon. At such an early hour... who would it be"

Let those thin fingers dance beautifully and receive correspondence.

"Leaver, it's Belgrette."

"Whoa, Belle. It's me, it's Aldia. Good morning. '

"Heh, Your Majesty!? Good morning......... how are you?

Belgrette replies that there is a lot of agitation when it comes to communications from people she didn't expect.

"Why are you so surprised?" Am I? Is that a nasty thing? Are you sleeping next door in Lugo?

"Heh, Your Majesty!

King Aldia, the sassy reddish Belgrette reinforces the narrative to the lower story of your specialty.

"Impossible! So, more or less, Ri, I'm Lugo! I'm awake! I'm pimping next door!

... what is it?

The way I put it, I guess it was bad.

"Ah, ooh, ooh. Next door...... huh? Pi, pimp. Right, well, it's all morning... '

Rarely. King Aldia speaks out, on the contrary, reluctantly.

"Huh? Your Majesty?

'No, um... it's Belle when. Well... I don't think your lord would worry... in case you can't keep up the Royal Guard or something like that -'

"Mi, miso......!? What do you say all of a sudden?!? Wow, that's what I do... so there is...!

"Nah, whatever. Are you so confident about birth control?

"Hito...... Huh!?

"Gehun, it's okay, Belle. When you're young, you don't know what you're scared of... you'll be interested in being able to do anything. But you know, because you're young... so is Lugo, and you say," Raw is good today, "and the Lord also says," I'm fine today, so... "and so is God's prank, or blessing... just in case..."

"Become... what? What are you talking about!?

It was already a mess. It was then a minute later that we realized we were misunderstanding each other, and somehow we finally get down to business with the awkward air.

"O, ohon. And anyway. Will you come to the castle now? Take Lugo."

"What..."

Lifeguard and Belgrette look at each other unexpectedly.

"Also, could it be your assignment as a guerrilla...?

'Hmm... I can't say anything. Belle for now,'

So King Aldia uttered something that the two of them did not do as they expected.

"Nihon, you know what?

A long hallway strewn with beautiful wood floating planks.

Every time I step on it, it sounds stiff and faint.

On the road to my destination, I went outside in my spare time - I turned my gaze to the garden.

The trees in the courtyard peering from the edge soar blue and high, casting a shadow on the gravel-layed ground. In the cool shade of the trees, in a small pond surrounded by mossy stones, the fish jumped to dance.

A familiar sight from an early age, but now enrolled in an exotic college. It makes me feel nostalgic, calm... strange. When I was a kid, I used to cool down with the elders and my second brother.

After a long hallway, we arrived in front of the desired room.

A female guard in white standing in front of the door leans back down her head.

"This is Lord Diegos. The witch is waiting."

Enter the room with permission from inside.

Desks and shelves, only about sleeping quarters, in a ragged room. In the deepest part of it - at the window, there was a figure of one girl standing on her back. Looks like he's looking out.

What strikes me is my hair when I am an obsidian stretched to my back. The girl looks back at the smooth brunette.

"Oh, here we go."

With winning eyes, the girl smiled nicely.

Skin is white magnetic. There is no depth in the noticeable nose, but modestly and terribly neat. There's also her 'position', somewhere unseen and jarring. It has a sacred atmosphere that is intrusive.

The wrapped clothes were also special. A loose white silk top called White Sleeve "Shirakone" with a knee-length underwear that resembles a skirt called "Kombakama".

Together, it is called "The Witch's Little Abomination" and "Miko's Miso". Holy outfits handed down more than ancient times in the Lefe Witchcraft Kingdom. The costume looked strangely good on this brunette girl.

"I've been waiting. Okay, Dago."

"Diegos."

How many times has this also been exchanged?

And the girl grabs the book on the nearby shelf and walks over to Diegos. Slightly rough footsteps away from a clean, white atmosphere. In keeping with his gait, his beautiful brunette dances saggily.

"Hey Mr. Ogo. This. This. I got it yesterday, didn't I?

That's what the girl poked at the tip of the giant's nose was a book on the cover that said 'Very Scary Ghost Roar'.

It's a PR magazine that's not interested as a Digos, but it's widely available. It is said to be sold across borders and in four countries. Even in college, I remember Mia loving it.

"What do you mean?"

"What is it?"

"It's nothing!

The girl randomly opened the page "Page" and read it out with her thin fingers pointing out where the problem was.

"Lefe witchcraft" Fujitsu "appeared in the realm" Kokoku "and a new" Witch of the Divine Domain "! Beautiful song chanter, who is it! Yukiza Xaeli!"

The girl looks sharp and says away.

"Who is Yukiza Xaeli! Hang up, Toko. Wrong! I'm Yukizaki, Sakuragiri Sakuragiri! Beautiful Japanese! I'm not proud of you, but I'm just a high school girl!