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

Dusta Valley.

A street along a river full of grasshoppers, lined with high plateaus cut around. The fresh stream flowing right beside is unlimited and transparent, sparkling in the light of the grace of the daytime god Inverenus.

Two hours after leaving Euroventi, the drift guards arrived at the Carriage Union settlement. From there, a large ride-along carriage was scheduled to take us to the refeit, but the main traffic route along the way had been blocked by landslides. He said the restoration would take about two days. Fortunately, there were villages nearby, and many seemed to wait for the restoration of the streets relaxed, but the street guards who wanted to fulfill their mandate by the deadline and Myol, whose aim was to participate in the Heavenly Boom Feast, could not wait forever.

The three of us who wanted to get to the refeit a little faster decided to take this Dusta Valley on foot.

If we take the carriage again in the city ahead of us on this road, we will arrive at the refe half a day earlier than we did on the main trading route, he said.

But there are not many who try to take this shortcut rich in ups and downs. Carriage union humans also showed reluctant faces that they could not recommend it. The reason...

"So shall we go? Watch out for grudges and bandits,"

Tighten your expression, Belgrette says.

"Ooh!

Myol answers with one hand up vigorously and a silent snort of driftshield.

There's no exorcism on this street.

There are also many terrain suitable for someone to lurk on, such as cliffs that cut high enough to intimidate, deeply growing grass, and rocks that are creating great shadows on the ground.

"Lugo, Daijibu? Still sleepy?"

"No, it's okay. Go away."

The drifting shelter, which had been turned into a saint by the liberation of the night, naturally barely slept. During my journey in the carriage, I was finally able to get a decent sleep.

The boy gently tenses his own cheek and infuses his temper. I can't be a wise man forever. From here, switch your consciousness to a warrior.

Without alarm and paying attention to their surroundings, the three began walking down the street.

About fifteen minutes to go in the landscape that you can't replace.

"... oops. Customers."

Looks bright, somewhat pressing Myol's voice.

As if the words were a signal - from the shadow of the rocks at the end of a winding street, the men appeared.

That number, five. Everyone is wearing leather armor, and their hands are gripped with thought-provoking objects, such as long swords and bowguns.

(... these guys are -)

Vivid atmosphere. A face with a lowly grin. Intuitive.

Robbers.

Although I have always heard of it since its arrival in this world, the modern Japanese boy makes only a few of them nervous about its existence, which he encounters for the first time.

The men, who walked to block the way, whistled with the pu when they saw the drifting guards.

"Dude, isn't this a big win for a long time?

"You two women are good. What are you gonna do with that little one over there?

"Chicken but man...... right? The kid. It's hard to sell it to a good guy. Shit, I didn't see it. There was no man. I didn't see it. Yorosik."

"Come on."

A middle-aged man with a mustache surface sets up a bowgun with a familiar hand to aim for drift protection. There was no intimidation, no front mouth, and then he fired an arrow without hesitation.

The iron arrows that flew in sounding mechanical with Gashun,

"Ahbu"

He was bounced off by the roundabout.

"What? Ah...?

"Huh? Lugo...... yeah?

Metallic arrows that get knocked down and roll by. The men and even Myol are stunned.

"... Ah, I'm scared. But it's surprisingly late. I can afford this, and I have this trick. It's good enough for sleeping exercises."

"That's... I wonder if that's a line I can say because it's Lugo"

Is the weapon under-performing, is gravity weak and difficult to fly, or both?

The flowing guard had a clear view of the arrows released.

The feeling is close to a ball of baseball released from an amateur pitcher. It looks familiar in the video, unlike crossbows, etc. Bullet speed.

Stabbing would naturally be dangerous, but there is no problem in 'taking it'. That's what Lifeguard decided. If I get used to it, I might even be able to take the blade off. I don't want to try it though.

Together, this world can be roughly accomplished with the Divine Chant "Oracle". I usually don't use bowguns or anything because I can make it with attack technique. That also means I don't think those making techniques are developed that high. Then naturally, I can also see the skill of the people who are trying to rely on such tools.

If you hear about bandits and bandits, it sounds like a lot of noise, but if you think of it as like being entangled in a chimp on the streets of modern Japan...

"Hey, what's this kid..."

to where one of the others tried to set up a bowgun,

"Gu, guh!

Boom, and the spark burst. A bowgun slips off a man's hand, falls doggedly behind a beat. White smoke was rising from its body.

"Slightly, you won't lose. - Hey, four more."

Myol, with his palm against the burglar, whines in a cold voice somewhere.

"Chip... these guys, the chanter Magee!

"Shit, I can't afford to be caught alive......!

You decided that the target was not an easy hunter's rabbit, etc., and each of the bandits made a score and quickly expanded.

One puts up a bowgun like an early shot and sets a target for Myol.

"Fuck you!"

The arrow that was shot out approached her in a straight line - but she scattered a batin and a spark and was bounced off as if it had clashed against an invisible wall. It's like a bug stuck in a moth light.

"It was a shame. Payback."

After a blow of electric light emanating from Myol's hand, he and the man he was confronting - one of the others next to him - bounce and fly like chains.

The man who was challenged with a dagger by Belgrette, who summoned the water sword, took a painful blow to the hanging, even though he could cross the dried goose without a few matches.

"Guh! Chi, damn, strong!?

Running away with a light turn of your back is blown away by a targeted Myol deviation projectile. Exactly an electrolite fire. A blue light scattered from her fingertips makes her smile fluffy, good at it.

(This is Myol's strength…)

Liquid protection unexpectedly keeps an eye out.

Four in no time. As good as its skill in wanting to compete in a rough martial arts festival, it doesn't seem to be Dada.

- And now there's one more.

"K, shit...!

The instant total collapse must have caused some confusion as to whether to shoot or escape. Against the upset man, the driftshield plunged in with one foot.

No matter how many arrows you can 'snap', it doesn't make any difference if you get shot in. There is no such thing as the Divine Chant Oracle.

If so - take them down before they shoot you.

In the stomach of a man stunned by being packed in time in an instant, he penetrated his fist.

"Oh, … fu…"

Lift that body gently, right body enough to float.

The last burglar took off his bowgun, held his belly and collapsed.

"... ugh"

Even the bandits were able to handle it without any problems.

… have been crossing paths with assassins, 'pentas', terrorists, etc. Naturally. Liquid shielding takes the residue, while exhaling a faint sigh of relief.

"... All right. I'm just gonna take a look around."

For one thing, he confirms the powerlessness of all his enemies, and Belgrette hastily disappears into the grass.

I heard it in the carriage, but in the case of bandits with a large number of people, etc., they say they have been lurking reinforcements nearby. In the past, the attackers were utterly abandoned pawns, and there were instances where a powerful second party pushed to reassure them that they had defeated their enemies.

Because there are so many suitable places to hide, Belgrette used the simple technique of sign detection to explore.

-;

"Ho, ha... hold on, brother. Don't fucking kill me, man."

Right in front of you. A bandit on his knees has looked up at his shield as he devours his teeth.

"... is, ah?

Thanks to the leather armor the man was wearing, the power of his fists seemed to have diminished.

The drift protection, which I didn't think I could talk to all of a sudden because I was going to cut off my consciousness, leaks a slightly missing voice.

"Mi, miss me. is my hungry daughter... waiting. I won't do this anymore, either. So..."

Let the fat sweat seep into your forehead, even in tears, and the man begs with his hands up to show that there is no hostility.

"Phew. I have a daughter."

The answer was not drift protection.

Myol walks over and looks down at the burglar with his colorless eyes.

"Ah, oh. True. It will be seven this year. I have no talent for the Divine Chant" Oracle, "so this is all I can do... but I'm quitting now. Wash your feet. So..."

"Phew... I don't know what to do ~"

As he groans, the cloak chanter Magee laughs.

"Hey, Myol...?

An innocent, cruel grin, similar to a child with a dying bug. Liquid protection got unexpectedly frightened.

Did the man also feel terror, lay low and beg to gloat?

"Hey, I'll do anything! So..."

"Anything? So, will you listen to me?

"Oh, oh! Oh, if there's anything I can do... so..."

- Then die.

Ba 'an.

Purple electricity scattered and white smoke broke out.

After a thunderstorm burst from Myol's palm, the man who was crawling stopped moving in the same position.

"... hey...,"

It was so sudden, it was too light. Liquid shielding is just flattering.

If you look around, the falling bandits. I'm not fainting. With Myol's skill, they -- they drift white smoke, they don't even move with Pickle. Obviously desperate.

'Murder' carried out too casually in front of us.

The man who falls and blows smoke out of his head - look at the man who's dead, smell the burnt smell of meat. Remember that face you were trying to live on until just a few seconds ago, when you couldn't breathe.

The driftshield was almost groaning reflexively.

"Eh... kill, without... even..."

That word that even sounds somewhere empty in my ear and dumb.

Myol sees the shield.

"Slightly, I'm surprised. Lugo, you're strong. I'm surprised you fought with your bare hands."

"Huh? Oh, oh."

"But it seems true that you don't have any memories."

"Huh...?

I can't grasp the intent of the word, and the boy just shudders.

"Don't lend your ear to what the bandits say. What do you think I'd do after that if I missed these guys? Really, do you think I'm gonna change my mind and repent?

"That's..."

Exactly. I don't like drift protection that much either.

But it's burning in my eyes.

Fatty sweat floated on its face pleading desperately. Tears. Blurred voice. Thoughts of human beings who just didn't want to die, until they were obvious and breathless.

Contrary, Myol says in a chilling voice.

"These guys, they don't change their minds.... I wonder if it's right to say 'remodeling'"

With sincere eyes, Magee, the cape's chanter, glanced at him and told him. Like I tell you.

"The robbers and bandits can only live by doing so. In order for us to live, we take from others. That's normal... it's not a matter of not revamping in the first place because it's everyday. They have no guilt, no hesitation, no regrets."

I felt it was an exodus myself.

The bandits are suddenly shooting arrows, without intimidating them to "give them money" for shelter. With the naturalness of doing the work you're used to doing. I wonder how many times I've repeated this before.

I don't do wasted things like threaten. Just kill it, take it away. Just as carnivores hunt for their prey.

"Of course, they'll have all sorts of them, and some of them could be revamped if they persuade them. Maybe he was one of those guys I killed right now. But... if you didn't change your mind, I'll repeat the same thing again. I may come to retaliate by taking my people with me. Even if it isn't, someone else is bound to be attacked again. That's much more likely. That's why I'm sure I'm gonna end up here."

Her words were good. You don't have to persuade the person you're attacking until you take a risk.

... if not for the reason that you don't want to kill people, like a drift shelter.

Myol continued with colorless eyes.

"When I was little, I taught. These guys are 'resentful demons who can just speak the language' or something. I just happen to be in the shape of the same person... just the words make sense. He said he was a completely different creature from us. I felt it with me."

"With yourself?

Maggie, a chanter in a cape, nods with a sad grin.

"I wonder if it was four years ago.... my father was killed by a bandit."

He said he was lucky enough to encounter a group of flowing bandits on his way to work in a neighboring village about a full day's drive by carriage.

Myol's father was just carrying tons of crops and hardware. He was killed as a matter of course, and inevitably took the load away - but that wasn't enough.

My father possessed a map of the surrounding area. A sign to the village where my family lives.

Thus, the village was attacked as if it were to be chained.

Mage, the party's chanter, speaks pale.

"Nearly a hundred people lived in my village. I wonder if the number of bandits was about twenty. But it was a night raid, and most of them are just people who can't use the Divine Chant" Oracle "to fight. The man was slain, whether or not, and the woman was humiliated, and then slain. Kids and old people were killed like they crushed worms. Buildings are burning... one black mass of malice after another. It was like... it was a nightmare"

……

To the boy, it was a sight I couldn't even imagine. Still, is it a fairly close example of the fact that the college was attacked by a grudge demon?

"So. I..." My first opponent "became the dirty Odishan of bandits, I don't even know his name."

"Oh, shit..............."

I mean...

There is a cold discomfort in the belly of the shield.

but Myol chuckled when she saw the boy's face like that.

"Huh. Lugo, now you're imagining something nasty."

"Huh? Oh, yes, no!?

Unfortunately, the flipping voice was honest.

"So the first person I killed was the bandit."

"Ah..."

"Me and my sister, we all fought desperately together, together with the villagers and a handful of other magicians, because we had a lot of training as a chanter, Magee. It was a sudden surprise attack, everyone fled at first... but it was insane to death and I fought back"

to the limits of your health. Until the soul heart strength "Prarna" is exhausted.

Just as hard as I could, I kept firing thunderstorms.

I knew nothing about additions or subtractions, and kept shooting the Divine Chant "Oracle" at those who were coming at me, those who lost their will to war, and those who stopped moving.

That's how... Hardly, I succeeded in repelling the bandits.

"Last night, you said your sister's legs were broken, right? This raid is what caused it. Looks like you got an arrow on your leg and the arrow was painted with strange poison..."

"... because of that..."

Myol wants to go to the Heavenly Boom Feast to earn money for her sister's foot treatment. The underlying cause of this was the raid by the bandits.

So, Myol stared into his drifting eyes.

"It may be natural for Lugo, who has no memory, to hesitate to kill people... bandits. Instinctively disgust the homicide. Yeah, I think it's a fine thing. But... as a result of missing them, as a result of their failure to revamp, someone is attacked again. And... it's not the people in the city who are inside the safe walls who are the targets. People who go on the road, people who live in small settlements like my village. I just want you to remember that."

There was no word to give back.

A world where evil men strike as they deserve. A world where even if you return the other person, you are not guilty.

The other day, soldiers died fighting black resentment demons. Just now, the dead bandits in front of me. In the last few days alone, we are witnessing people's deaths as a matter of course. It is only natural that lives should be lost. Outside the safe walls. At the college - because I live in a wall, I just didn't get a chance to encounter an occasion like that.

Resistance and aversion to murder, raised in a hometown unrelated to slaughter matters.

If you missed the bandits, the reality is that those who should be protected as soldiers may be harmed.

(... me, ha)

If I tell you, it's sweet. That if you were meant to be, you should have been prepared before you became a guerrilla.

Whether people can be killed.

It shouldn't be a good issue to send ahead, remaining obscure forever -.

"By the way."

With a quiet voice, Myol pounds zero. Looking at a man who was never moved again by his own hands.

"The man who was begging for his life, he was a big liar. I didn't mean to change my mind, and maybe it's a lie to have a daughter."

"... why, that...?

If you ask her with a faint voice, which I assure you very clearly,

"Grandpa, look at the man who gave in."

Just be quiet, I answered that. In such a tone that you are absolutely certain.

Go on, Myol points to his own eyes. Brilliant green, beautiful eyes.

"Me, too. I can see the blur and the color in people."

"Huh?"

I don't know what that word means abruptly, and drifting protection unexpectedly frowns.

"So did my grandfather... I don't know what to say. When I see people, I 'feel' the blur and the color. People without malice, white or gray. Bad guy, it's already black. Like that, I can see the colors."

I would suddenly face a confession, but I felt something connected to it.

Myol brought his seat inside a crowded tavern last night. Afterwards, I invited the first-person drift guards to my room, and I fell asleep drunk.

As for one young woman, maybe it was a far-fetched behavior. Unless you're also convinced that the drift protectors are harmless.

"The Lugo guys are so pure white and gray that they're all too pretty. From previous experience, the color is pure enough to say that you're already too popular. He had a clearer color than anyone else who was there last night."

Yes, there was that certainty.

"Yesterday, too, when I was rolling around alone, I seemed kind to say, 'Let's drink together!' I had a brother who would call me... but I could already see it was black. My lower heart's found out."

I laughed bitterly and she looked sorry.

"So... I spoke to Lugo yesterday because I was certain that these people would be fine.... I'm kind of sorry. Sounds like you called out calculus."

"No, that's... you don't have to worry about it at all..."

A world where such things as Divine Chanting "Oracle" exist. Host-faced flames that could collapse every terrain around them, as well as blonde beauties who show hallucinations as a matter of course, are trekking just as far as they know. I'm not surprised you had the ability to spot people's sexual roots. It even seems decent for a long time.

... than that.

Looking down at the bandits who have stopped moving even with Pickle.

This man who was desperately begging for his life. That thought until I couldn't breathe. I was just a little shocked that there might have been malice all over the back of it.

If I was showing a gap there, would I have stuck a blade in my throat?

"Oh, my God, this Osama... oh, my God, I was desperate..."

"... me too, to the details... I don't see everything. It's just... the man was' black 'until the end. Like the ones who attacked my village. There wasn't even any sign that the color would change."

Then there would have been no reason for Myol to miss it.

Either way, we should be needing it for future drift protection.

There's so much coolness that you can relentlessly kill an enemy that's been following you with such a face. If you don't - because you, or someone you have to protect, may be harmed.

Staring at the corpse with a painful look,

"Hmm."

Myol has been staring at drifting protection with a naughty stream.

"Oh, hey, something?

Turning away from the serious atmosphere, I inadvertently lag behind that face, which seems to be planning something less.

"No, no. Lugo, who mistook my first opponent's statement earlier, said it was funny. In the carriage, it didn't seem like I was interested."

"Huh!? No, that's, well."

It's adolescence boys with currents. It is dispersed a long time ago, such as the wise man who descended.

And so I hacked. Talk about Myol earlier. If you say you see color in people, isn't it kind of bad? I thought back to Myol's glossy limbs last night. If something were to be done, wouldn't drifting protection be a 'black judgment'?

"Noooo heh. Are you worried about something? The colour doesn't cloud as much as a man thinks about it, so it's a big deal. I can't gamble anymore - I'll offend you! I think it'll change if it does."

"No, no, no! I don't think so! Because I don't!

"Pfft. Yeah, I know. From 'I see' properly. Speaking of which, how far did it go between Lugo and Belgrette? I'm young, and I'm not leaving it to curiosity."

"Huh!?

"Uh, but given the beautiful colors we both have, I wonder if the kiss is still there too."

I guess he's trying to change the sinking air.

"Hey, what are you talking about...!

I was just about to say something - a grass wave that grew along the streets, higher than the back length of the drift guard, rocks raggedly.

Reflectively sitting driftshield, but it was Bergrette who came out. Grass leaves are stuck all over the travel costume.

"Welcome back."

"There seems to be no sign of the enemy.... the bandits... is there anyone with breath?

Belgrette gives a glimpse of her gaze.

The five people who had attacked me had all fallen and lay low and stopped being microscopic.

"No, I did them all without additions or subtractions... bad?

"... no"

Belgrette, who answered briefly, closed her eyes and combined her hands in front of her chest.

"- The protection of Whetelivia, oh my God."

It's a quiet dedication, a silent prayer to the dead. It's probably really like her to offer a prayer for the person who attacked you as well -

(... yes, it is. Bell child is -)

Seeing a girl knight like that, I had doubts about crossing the back of the vaulted brain.

Although apprenticeship, Bergrette would have carried out various tasks as a knight of the kingdom so far. In the process, confronting bad guys like bandits shouldn't have happened once or twice.

If...

"Well, let's go. I can't even leave the wreckage like this... and I have to contact the barracks in the next city and ask them to take care of the rest."

Belgrette, who has finished her silent prayer, speaks to the drift guardians.

"Oh, oh... yeah, right"

Now I feel like I can ask "it" face to face - I feel scared to ask "it", and the drift protection was still snorted away.