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

By the time I entered the whole city of Euroventi, the book of the night was completely down.

As we get off the carriage on the boulevard lined with shops, a glimmer of wind blows through the streets like a greeting.

"Always..., it's windy, so don't let your luggage get skipped"

"Oops......"

In Belgrette's words, which held her long, windy hair, the flowing guard put the bag firmly back on her shoulders.

Euroventi, also known as the windy capital, the easternmost corner of Raindeer, was also unique in its streets.

With wind blowing almost all year, there are basically no more than two stories of buildings in terms of the difficulty of building houses and preventing falling objects. To the best of Belgrette's knowledge, only a few houses, such as the merchant's mansion, are on two floors.

Even if I just glanced over a little, the bungalow was disturbed when I said that I had expanded horizontally the portion that I couldn't stretch vertically, and the total area of the city was likely to be quite large. Each building is bound to be surrounded by stone walls, with the slightly narrow impression that this is a barrier to protect the house from objects that have flown in the wind?

I wonder why I created a city in such an environment, but for some reason, there are no resentment demons leaning against this area. Sometimes the western, western, and north-western terrain spread, and they naturally became the base of their journey and developed.

Regardless of such accumulation, the figure of the people on the road catches the eye of the drift guard.

"…, this is…"

Summer is the season. Thin-wearing season. But none of the women in skirts look like them. Of course, it's probably because of the wind. They're all wearing colorless, mossy underwear. My jacket is also in my underwear and overall wild.

In the city of wind, there was no Chi word of chiralism either.

A buzzing wind slaps the driftshield in the face. A stiff feeling that passes on to your teeth. I got sand in my mouth.

"... Pee, Pee. No dreams, no hope. Let's go to the inn, Mr. Bell."

"Ugh, yeah......?

Belgrette shows a strange face to the exodus she says in an unheeded voice.

Those two headed to the inn side by side, blown across the street.

"I'm sorry, sir. The room is full."

The middle-aged man at the reception said so with a half-hearted smile that seemed both sorry and happy with a thriving business.

"Uh, full...?

Apparently it was unexpected, and Belgrette is unusual and daunting.

"Oh, you don't know? Actually, there's a massive outbreak of Tarzelwom on the Syralg Plains in the north right now. The mercenaries who came for the crusade, the chanter Mage, are gathered in this city."

Liquid protection peeks into the back room from the side of the counter.

The ground floor seemed to be a large liquor store, but there were certainly a number of people dressed in rugged gear surrounding the table. That number is clearly higher than that of the civilian population.

"Well, if you have a seat in the tavern, you can have just a meal. I'll give you a map of the city. Why don't you take a look at the map and look for a place to stay while you eat?

Are you saying it's tight, or a merchant?

I had no choice, so they received the map and decided to eat at this store first.

In wooden stores without such characteristics.

Sitting opposite each other in the corner seats, ordering recommended dinner sets and dots, and spreading the map quickly and just about.

"Hey, too much on the map."

It's like a tablecloth. It's not just the map that's big. In fact, the city is so big.

"Ah, there are quite a few more inns I don't know..."

Did Belgrette ever visit the city as a family two years ago? So this time, I tried to take this inn that I used at the time. In the course of those two years, there seems to be an increase in the number of new inns.

"It's here and... it's here too. What is it, like ten houses? But..."

Far away. Whether it was to prevent customers from taking on, each inn was dotted with sprinkles all over the wide city.

The current situation is that many mercenaries are visiting the city to exorcise the resentment demons. I wish I was lucky enough to have a vacancy in the next inn, but if I suck, it's going to be morning just to go around the inn. Maybe not if you're eating for a long time.

"Hmmm...... I don't know what to do, what the heck - Hmm!?

That's how the boy realizes it now.

Reiki Girl Knight sitting face to face. A lady who even drinks cups of water with elegance. When you see her like that, you finally realize.

(No..., Belle and I traveled together... what the hell, this...)

I couldn't afford to think slowly because the Grievance Devil was going to talk or suddenly embark on a journey, or because he was soaking away from looking good with the Japanese - this assignment. It's a trip for two with Belgrette.

(Ko... Ko, this inn hunt is important... hey...!

Mobilize your thoughts.

That's it. As small a room as you can. If the inn is crowded, it's convenient. If we inevitably have to stay in a small, small room alone, the two of us, who have had to lean in response and sleep, will continue to run through three steps of stairs to the adult and turn to the world at its peak.

I was just swelling my nostrils while the drift guard dreamed.

"Um."

A voice was called that extended from side to side.

The boy, immersed in a pitiful sea of imagination and with a gruesome face, hurriedly squeezes his expression.

When I turned my eyes, there was the appearance of one young woman. The clerk who brought the food - it doesn't look like it.

Is your age a little higher than those of the street guards? Sarah blonde hair stretched to her shoulders. The eyes peeking through the eyelids, which tend to drool slightly, are beautiful green. She was a woman with the impression of taking the middle between beauty and pity, characterised by a small nose and thin lips.

Back length is about the same as drift protection. Its body is covered softly with a brown cape with a large collar. At first glance, I don't even know my physique.

"Uh, can I take a seat? There are other seats that are available. It feels like no."

It was characterised by a voice that felt a little on the nose.

Seeing, all the seats that were quite vacant until the drift guards arrived were no longer filled. There are other seats that seem to be available, but just guys like rough mercenaries. In one young woman, you'll find it distracting.

"Go ahead."

Bergrette stood up and gave up her seat with a smile on her face.

Bellette moves next to the drift guard and the woman in the cape sits face-to-face saying, "I'm sorry, sir".

It was a drift shelter trying to clean up the map, but the woman stopped pushing "Oh, it's not going to stop".

"Omatase, etasimaseeee"

And the clerk who came arranged the dishes on a map that spread without hesitation.

"Hey..."

It just turned into a tablecloth.

When I started eating as I had no choice, the cape woman spoke to the drinkers as she ordered the food.

"Um... you two are on a Taserwom crusade on the Syralg Plains after all?

"Ah, no. We are on our way to the refe…"

"Oh really!?

To Belgrette's answer, the woman glanced with her hands panned. Are those two hands peeking from the cape called Elbow Gloves? Both palms and thin arms are covered in brown gloves again. There's no exposed 'Ro' lettering, it's fully equipped.

"If you're going to the refeit, you're with me!

"Oh, really?

"Oh, I'm sorry I shouted so loud."

To Belgrette, slightly relieved, the woman in the cape apologizes with her matching hand sticking out intact. The trick is adorable.

"So, could we both be looking for the heavenly banquet" Tennoyun "?

"No, we're at work -... heavenly banquet?

Belgrette frowned and looked at the driftshield's face.

"... hmm? What's going on? Tenjo, huh? What?"

"Oh, yeah. Hmm......, yeah"

Belgrette shows her contemplative tricks and drops her gaze on the cup at hand.

In contrast, the cape woman turned some good face to drift protection.

"Aya, brother. What if I didn't know about the Heavenly Banquet?

"Er... well. Something? That."

"Hmm. Then let me tell you!

- Heavenly Banquet.

The Warriors' Martial Arts Festival is held every few years in the Lefe Witchcraft Kingdom.

Formerly in ancient times, rituals were performed to elect warriors to serve the 'Witch of the Divine Domain'.

The contestants splash in the woods called "Gardens of the Infinite" and walk in search of the other participants. Fight the person you meet that way and defeat this. Each will repeat this, and the last remaining one will be certified as a winner -.

By the way, this eighty-seventh and heavenly banquet will be held about a week later, on the twenty-second day. As for the homeless, it also hits the last day of "Rest of the Ethereal Thunderbird (Raptors Rest)".

Upon hearing such an outline, the drift shield slightly caught my cheek.

"Ha... it's also rough or something"

If you describe it with modern Japanese knowledge, it's...

(... isn't Battle Royal)

The rules are anything.

Together, unintentionally, and strategically retreating - if it takes place within the 'garden of the infinite', basically everything is admitted. It is not necessarily necessary to use the Divine Chant "Oracle". Besides, the participants don't have to be the chanter Magee.

Anyway, do everything you can and stay until the end.

It is held irregularly and is suddenly notified once every few years, about two weeks before the festival.

Because it is so sudden, it is difficult to always prepare for the heavenly banquet. Those wishing to participate must, within two weeks of the announcement, reach the refeit.

Always hone yourself so that you can participate in warrior events whenever they are held. Such a spirit on the part of the organizers seems to be at its root.

"Hmm... but it's good for the locals."

Liquid shield mouths points of concern.

Anyway, a world that takes time to get around. Those who live far away have to use two weeks to get to the refé, but if you are a participant who lives in that refé, it is possible to make two weeks a full adjustment time.

"Well. But if you're serious about winning, you can live in a refé for a few years just until you hold it."

"Uhh..."

"Still, it's true, the past winners are mostly refeit people, right? It's good for the local area - that's what they've been saying for a long time. But still... oh, guys."

The woman receives the aperitif she has been transported to, and she very much rattles her throat and squeals all at once.

"Pu Ha! Yum!... and still, when it comes to the winners of the last decade, no one thanks to local advantages anymore, I don't know what to say anymore"

"Heh. Are you strong? The winner."

I don't care what you ask. It was a shield.

"Duen Akelone." The Thirteen Martial Family, "the eldest brother of the family of spears and now contemporary. He said he wasn't strong. He's won all the appearances, the real monster. Looks like there used to be Duen and another warrior, said to be the strongest... out of the country or something. Douen must be the most powerful fighter in the refe at the moment."

"... Akelone..."

That surname. Akelone from "Thirteen Martial Family". Definitely. Make it a classmate of Bellette or Mia, and an oligarchy giant who knows a lot about drift protection - Digos Akelone. It is precisely on this assignment that we shall meet, the lineage of that young man.

"Diegos' brother."

You still know, Belgrette snorts, too. I heard he was three brothers, but he seems to be one of them.

"Now the tournament has been announced beforehand that Duane will not compete. So this time, there will be a lot of participants."

As a refeit country, the heavenly banquet is a major source of income, including the cost of participation, watching games and, at the end of the day, the cost of treating injured athletes.

But because Duen was too strong, he also had fewer participants in his appearances, making earnings unpredictable.

For this reason, moderately now, it was said that this man had set aside a number of times not to participate.

"I see... but people who go to competitions like that want to fight strong guys! Isn't there a lot of people like that? It doesn't make much sense or value to participate in times when the strongest people don't show up."

At least drift protection is. If you're going to leave anyway, you're going to want to give me an arm test.

In response to those words, the woman in the cape shook her index finger slightly. Is the movement getting over because the booze is starting to spin?

"Sweet. - Me. I know you admire strength, but it doesn't work out so well in the world ~. Be strong like Geisserius, get wealth and fame... That's the best part, but not everyone can be like that."

I was "brother" earlier, and now I'm calling you "me." He's a worldless child who yearns for strength... but he may have thought of it.

"The winning prize for the Heavenly Bombardment Feast is 10 million esc surprised to hear. It's natural for a participant to arrive when Duane isn't out. Okay?

"Yikes... ten thousand... ten thousand...!?

I just lost my temper. Refugee herself, although she has received several rewards for breaking the law so far, is an unlikely amount.

"And more importantly!

That's not all, a woman turns her chest against her skill.

"You can make every wish come true!

"Huh? Anything...? What do you mean?

"It means exactly what it means. The winner can demand whatever he wants, as far as the refeit is possible."

"Seriously... what... but?

It was too vague to grasp.

In other words, they can get what the winner wants, from further demands for gold and physical things like land, houses, to shapeless things like position and status.

"No, no, huh? Why don't you tell me you want half the world?

"Oh, that's a big scale, brother! I don't hate it. Okay, that's Yu's!

"Lugo, you said something similar before... Is that some kind of takeover or sale?

That's Belko sharp.

All in all, in fact, the majority of past winners said they wanted more money.

Even though that is not the world, they can also get the land of the refeit, but the majority of the contestants come from other regions in the first place. If there's a place to go home, there's no point in owning land or a house in the refeit.

Still, one wanderer said he took up his duties as a private soldier for the Lefe. Maybe it's good for people who want a place to settle.

Anyway, the reward of giving you what you want in addition to 10 million dollars is too out of standard.

At least, if you want to 'play and live your whole life' degree, you seem to be able to get it done - and that's where the drift shelter hits that question.

"... that? But if you can make anything happen, you want $10 million or something, right?

The woman also laughed bitterly at the question that exile protection was not the only one.

"Haha, you think so ~. But refeit is a country that sticks to the numbers' thousand 'if it does. The name of the organization that's moving the country is' Millennial Congress', too. In terms of edges and all that, I don't think I can give in there."

Is it a good number for a refeit? They have that way of thinking in this world, too.

"So, in addition to this, there are bravery awards, special awards, and shooting down kings. Considering the struggle and everything, it's a way to be appreciated after the tournament. Regardless of the winner, there are a lot of other prize-getters like this. That's what I am, too. If I was lucky enough to meet Duane at the beginning to get hit all of a sudden for making this other award, I wouldn't be able to win it. I don't want to get wasted injuries, and participation fees aren't cheap. So we're all going after Duane when he's gone."

Women talk about meat dishes that have been carried on, as if that were a basic matter in a heavenly banquet.

"I see..."

In ancient times, the heavenly banquet that it was a ritual for choosing the samurai Habe's strongest warrior for The Witch of the Divine Realm.

But now it has become a place to go for a thousand bucks while praying not to hit the strong.

Regardless, money is important. As for some aspects of being a guerrilla given their income, naturally there is no denying it.

But "The Witch of the Divine Realm" is a good heavenly banquet, and I think it's a living and slightly unfortunate fantasy world that gold is involved and there are no dreams.

'Witches of the Divine Domain', which has been replaced with corny, regional idol-like beings. A heavenly banquet with a feeling that has now fallen to become a guest attraction event.

Both now seem to have ended up far from their ancient heritage.

"So this time, I'm really going to win the prize."

"Ha......, hmm? You want me to join you?

"Right?

The woman in the cape answered firmly.

Though Duen won't leave, it must be a dangerous martial arts festival where the fierce hunters for the prize money gather. Whatever it takes, it won't be like a young woman joining in.

You read such a flushing mood, she wraps her arms around and leaks her sniffles.

"Me, even if I look like this, I'm quite the chanter Maggie."

"Ha, ha"

As for the man with a strong arm, he is a drifting guardian who can also be guessed by the atmosphere, standing, or simple appearance (with or without wounds, broken nose, twisted ears), but I honestly don't quite understand the chanter Magee.

Still, if you excel in physical surgery like Belgrette, you can grasp it anyway. On the contrary, Mia and others excel as chancers "mages," but the strength cannot be perceived because physical surgery, on the other hand, is a tease of exercise. You mean this woman is not fleshy either, she is of the same descent as Mia?

That's where Belgrette speaks out, nagging.

"It's a cloak of summons, a dual type of late-stell osa weave, isn't it? Plus, it incorporates some pretty delicate protective techniques. It's not from the store... it's your own style, isn't it? That arm, I'm guessing."

The woman's eyes sparkled, though, at Belgrette's valve, which made her want to speak Japanese.

"Oh, I know!? Yes, I struggle to braid against water and wind protection...... No, no, I didn't expect you to spot that."

Where flowers blossomed into a conversation between the wingman Mage, a woman layering her finished plate said, "Is that it?" and lean his neck.

"Speaking of which, you two are on your way to Lefe, right? Why are you spreading the map of this city?

I say it strangely, looking down at the map, which now functions entirely as a tablecloth.

"No, actually, I haven't decided on an inn for this evening yet... They're full here, too, so I'm gonna have to go find a place to stay."

The woman in the cape who heard such Belgrette's words nodded as she stabbed a fork in a dessert strawberry.

"Then... why don't you stay in my room? I'm taking a room here. I'm still down for dinner."

Unexpectedly, Belgrette waves both hands at the waist.

"What, but no, I'm sorry to bother you..."

"No, no, this is how I got my seat, and I'm the same refeit where I'm going, and I was just bored on a solo trip.... No, I can't resist staying in the same room as someone else I just met..."

"No, that's not what I meant......!

"No, no..."

"No......"

A woman changes her incision when she wants to scratch whether she is Japanese to give in or not.

"Well, you seem like two young people? I know you two want to stay alone.

"Nha...! Oh, no! Lugo is not like that...!

"Oh, you're Lugo? That's what I mean. Speaking of which, we haven't introduced ourselves yet. My name is Myol Felstrem. Nice to meet you both!

"Ah, yes. My name is Bellette Fizz Gertirude."

"At Lugo Aliumi"

At the end of the meal as he exchanged further introductions, Myol pulled a rattle and stood up.

"Well, my room goes straight upstairs in the hallway, because it's just poking around. It's a plate with a name on it. I want you to come if you feel like it."

I told him so unilaterally, and Myol pulled up "Bye."

"Hmm...... Belle, what do we do?

"Mmm..."

When the drinker raised his opinion over a cup of tea, Belgrette roared small enough to think about it as well.

Even as a boy from modern Japan, I just already understand.

This world where people's lives are light, dangerous. No matter how casual the other young woman is, it's a far-fetched act, such as revealing the night in the same room as someone else we've just met. But as it is, it is also true that there may be no inn this evening. It was also very difficult to find another inn. If I can stay here, I've never been over it.

... Belgrette and I were the boys who wanted to stay alone and go up the stairs to adulthood, but it couldn't possibly work out that well. Leaks a haha and dry laugh in my heart.

That's why the two of you made the decision...