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

Lefe Witchcraft Kingdom. It is a large country with about 700,000 people living in fertile and vast lands, mainly on the plains.

To govern the country are the king-equivalent chiefs of state, Kurosa, and the exchangers known as the Millennial Parliament, including their chiefs.

A city with its own landscape, totally different from Raindeer and Bulkfort, would definitely be fine at first glance.

The divine chant "Oracle" is called the witchcraft "Fujitsu" and is considered not as a "grace" from God, but as a "shackle" of pity. For example, in the general family, a job using the Divine Chant "Oracle" is performed by a person other than the parent. The care is to keep the Lord of the House from using the 'shackles', the divine chant 'Oracle'.

"Dr. Belko. I don't know what would happen if I brought Claire to this country."

"Aha, haha..."

The teacher only left a bitter laugh.

Crearia, who consecrates the divine chant "Oracle," does not seem to have very good feelings for the country called Lefe or its people, Diegos.

She was my sister, who claimed to accompany her on the mission, but when she had to come to this country, it must have been grumpy all along.

So I remembered a grunt similar to the curse "onole... onole..." left by that girl, and the driftshield shivered my spine.

I'm just being compassionate about what happened after I left. He was a boy who thought I'd buy a souvenir and go home in order to get him in a good mood somehow... but I also don't think he'd be happy to send a souvenir of the refe to his girlfriend who hates the refe in the first place. It's more likely to be received as a provocation.

That? Me. Seriously, what am I supposed to do? Not packed? Aren't we going to have to die?

It was not just the heat that caused the unpleasant sweat that floated on my forehead.

Speaking of its sister, Bergrette,

"I think faith and doctrine are free. As long as it doesn't bother people."

She is a well done daughter. I want to welcome you to my daughter-in-law, and Lifeguard nods and drops his eyes on the continuation of the Beginner's Guide to Lefe Witchcraft.

A big country with more than twice the total population of Raindeer, but only two 'Penta' at the moment. Though there is no difference in having great abilities, they are called and feared to be the "fierce" ones in the refeit.

The fact that there are few 'culprits' means that it is a testament that God is trying to treat us as equitably as possible - and so on - but is it because of the comment from the refessional intellectuals that it sounds kind of like a loser?

Under the State Governor, the lineage of the chanter Mage and others, commonly known as the Thirteen Martial Family, who specialize in each role, takes its name as subordinate, but because of its way of thinking about the divine chant Oracle, "Penta" does not exist in this. By the way, generations of governors will also be elected from among those who are bordered by this martial family, some.

As far as I've had a hard look at the various articles, as a country, I seem to tend to weigh considerably on the system of heredity.

"Does this… mean that there is no 'Penta' among the country's key figures?

"Right. When it comes to importance... the two 'pentas' have not been given any special status. As the book says, the Royal Guard equivalent of the Thirteen Musketeers is composed exclusively of a selection of chanters, Maggie."

"Is that it? Well, of the winner of the heavenly banquet... the strongest... er"

"Duen Akelone is not Penta."

Myol, who prefaced the question of drift protection, answers.

"Well, but I guess Duen isn't much different from 'Penta' anymore. No, I don't know because I've never seen 'Penta'."

Think about it. Lifeguards have also naturally dealt with 'Penta' such as Dino and Dean of Nastadio, Latias, Leafia and Ms Barale, but they are rare transcendents in the first place. It's weirder to come out pompous.

"There has only been one heavenly banquet in the past in which 'Penta' participated. That was five years ago, too, when Levin the Bulk Fort competed, wasn't it? Because it's the last time... the eighty-fifth time. I won, but that's when Duen wasn't around again. But it's amazing, right? Levin was thirteen, wasn't he? I can't imagine it for a second."

Myol speaks with sigh.

Amongst the fans, the clashes between the powerful were not seen and spared?

Speaking of thirteen, he's fifth in 'Penta' at Midir College, the same age as Leafia, the girl of the wind. As a drift shield who saw the power of her tremendous wind, I wouldn't be surprised if that Levin and I had tremendous power.

"That... I think I've heard of Levin..."

"Mm-hmm. I told you before, Captain of the Knights of the Bulkfort Empire."

"... oh"

I remember being told. He's a handsome knight captain from a neighboring country. "Penta," he said, personable and a lot of female fans.

As Levin was visiting the Lefe with the Knights, he was accidentally notified of the Heavenly Boom Feast. With all sorts of backgrounds, he was going to participate with the intention of his homeland, and he took a brilliant victory.

As a refeit, the entertainment income also seemed enormous, and the participating Levine side - the Bulkfort Empire - also stood out for winning, with good results for both sides.

- but if Duen Akelone had participated here, wouldn't the relationship between the two countries have been a sinister one, no matter what the consequences. Between some, it is whispered that way.

Duen, regarded as the strongest of the refeits, and Levine's clash, an up-and-coming 'penta' in bulk defaults.

If you try it in the audience, it will be a card you want to see, but a confrontation between warriors that can also be considered the face of the country. Losing is crushing my face.

There was also an exchange between the greats on both sides, "I'd love to make the Duen and Levine confrontation happen next time," he said, but that kind of thing is a social dictionary. It will never happen.

... and the driftshield who heard such Myol's explanation accidentally turned into a sinister face.

"Um, I don't know what the adult situation is..."

"Bye. Me too, I want my prize money somehow... I did my best to find out."

By the way, they expect Duen would have won if Levin and Duen had collided at the time. I don't know how Levin was' Penta ', but he was thirteen at the time. That's just impossible, rumored to be.

I don't know what Dino and Leafia are capable of, but I don't expect them to be honest.

"... whoa!?

So suddenly, Myol sticks to the carriage window.

Outside is already wrapped in the darkness of the night. The giant moon, Ish Marni, is also absent, and you can't see anything.

"Byakrak, the capital of Lefe. I see it. Yo! Wow, big!

Caught in that word against expectations, the drift shield also turned to the outside.

"Ugh, oh..."

And as it was, I was blinded.

Six hours to cross the border, switch to a fast carriage, and even keep moving. I couldn't even replace the scenery, and I couldn't really feel it coming to the exotic.

A horrendously vast group of cities floating in the distance of deep darkness, by city lights. With its high and long walls, the lights of life are overflowing brightly, as if the city's vitality could not be curbed.

The closer we get, the bigger the city...

".............................. Huh!?

And the shield completely lost its word.

"Lugo...... what's wrong?

Belgrette, who also looked out the window, leaned her neck wonderfully, but could not answer.

(This, is -)

Boo, and floating in the dark night, a bunch of huge buildings that stick out from the top of the wall.

White painted walls and a black roof with a sleek slope. A familiar, familiar shape. That roof...

(tile roof... or this...)

The beauty that rises in the darkness is somewhere unseen. The jaunting appearance, if it were a cherry tree beside it, would have felt the flair.

- Many of its buildings.

From what Lifeguard knew, it looked terribly like a Japanese castle.

That is how the three men reached Byakrak, the capital of the Lefe Witchcraft Empire.

The exile guards are for duty. Myol is for the heavenly banquet appearance. Each one of them is finally arriving at a destination that is so common.

Liquid protection from the carriage just breathes in the view of the city.

…………

Reminds me of the text of the guide I read in the carriage. "A unique city completely different from Raindeer and Bulkfort".

If Raindeer is to be described cheaply as' Western-style ', the city is like' Japanese-style '. It's also strange somewhere, with the impression that there was no peace or Edo period.

Street trees, arranged at equal intervals along the pavement, drip branches like willows. Many of the buildings standing side by side resemble shrines and Buddhist cabinets somewhere,

(Damn, this city...... it's not weird if Lu kicks his ass......!?

Not much of the upset, the driftshield had thought that.

"Lugo...... what's wrong? Just now."

"No..., this city..."

So I turn my gaze to Myol for a moment. She also said, "Heh, wow! Weird city!" and looked out over the streets in the rarity of

- This city looks just like the old Japan.

There's no better way to talk about it in front of Myol than before the amnesia was built.

"... bad, later"

Whispering small, Belgrette seemed to have guessed as well. He nodded small and never pursued it any further.

"Are you two going to be great people now?

"Uh..."

When Belgrette took out the pocket watch, the needle was pointing after nine o'clock.

"I think I'll take the inn today and head to the castle tomorrow"

"Ooh! Then we can still be together for a while! All right, let's find an inn and have dinner!

The three of us walk around the city of Byakrak, the capital, looking for accommodation.

Lighting similar to lights, blurry and glowing at the ends of houses like longhouses. Is the carriage parked on the side of the road dedicated to the whole city? Unlike the ones used so far by the drift guards, the walls of the rooms are also painted white, with simple tile roofs on board. The gray horse standing in his spare time is short and thick with short legs instead. I have the impression that it is superior to speed.

It's a city full of atmospheres that make you feel 'sum', but there was another fun to the way people looked on the road. It wraps loose and moveable clothing that is not decorative or flashy.

(That's it. Like a Mongolian nomad......)

If you keep an eye out, the city's buildings aren't pure Japanese either. I was under the impression that there was a somewhat chinese flair or that there was no overall East Asian atmosphere.

"... this city... why are you so different from Raindeer?

From Raindeer to Lefe, a distance of three days in the carriage - less than two days, actually, because the drift guards shortcut.

Of course, it's far away, but places like Raindeer's Domestic or even carriage for a week or more also exist. Given that point, it makes me wonder if it is something in which a completely different culture develops so far at this distance.

Ask Belgrette about it,

"It's between Raindeer and Lefe, because of the Galataridic River."

"River? Did that happen?

"I crossed the bridge during the day. Lugo, I slept as much as I wanted."

Galataridic River.

It is a cozy river that runs in vertical divisions between Raindeer and Lefe, the width of which is said to extend to two thousand metres.

The presence of this river has prevented Raindeer and Lefe from meeting for a long time.

Simply because it is physically difficult to cross large

"Once upon a time, there was a powerful grudge demon who supposedly lived in this river."

"It's Ungarad, Lord of Galatari, isn't it? What an anecdote, having twisted and crushed Farvnar, who came to drink water, isn't it? It's in an old village book."

"Isn't that inflation..."

Ungarad was crusaded by Geiselius and his line of familiar "The Dragon Doom Secretaries," finally allowing people to cross this river.

It was about five hundred years before Geisserius came into play, and roughly two hundred years before the bridge crossed the river (until then, he said, it was a boat trip). It was not until a few more decades after that that that the interaction between the peoples of the two countries began in earnest.

This meant that the history of national relations between the two sides was indefinitely shallow, until then the two countries had built their own culture without ever having to meet.

Some aspects seem to be that the refeit did not actively attempt to interact with other countries because it originally had a fertile national territory blessed with resources and was able to complete its self-sufficiency only in its own country. In a country further east than here, you don't think you can see the features of the lefe because of the continuity?

"Oh, it's like an inn here. Why don't you come in?

It was a thought-provoking (exaggerated) exaggeration about history, but I raise my face to Myol's voice.

It was a building with white walls and red columns and a round roof that looked like a brown pole over it, and I wasn't sure what the wind was anymore. Slightly longitudinal, looks like three floors.

"Inn...? This..."

"Looks like..."

I am tired from the long journey. I don't want to spend much time searching for accommodation.

The three of them decided to try to enter that rare building, which had a sign in Italian, which was tattooed with "The Inn of the Travel Evisi - Le" in Japanese.

It was more spacious indoors than I had seen from the outside,

"Hey, I have a sore eye."

Shortly after entering, the lobby was unified in a red monochrome colour, even carpets, wallpapers, the counter and the reception outfit standing beyond it. I accidentally pat my eyes.

The interior can no longer be described in terms of what kind of wind to call it, or in terms of the sense of drift protection. If East Asia is going to be somewhere, I'm going to end up with vague thoughts like that.

It was noted in the guide that the refeit tends to consider red as the color of exorcism. I guess that's why it's the color scheme.

"Ugh, the painting..."

On the side walls, huge paintings were on display.

It is also about three meters long and two meters wide, with figures of black armor, almost considered to be physically large, painted against the background of the blue sky. The face is riddled and fierce, is the age around twenty? Fresh brunette, big guy.

If you look at the text posted under the picture...

"..." Geisserius in the Hill of Courage "... hey, this is what Geisserius looks like"

It was the first time I saw it, and it was a drift protection that intrigued me.

"Oh, not like that..."

"Huh!? This is Geisserius!? No, no, my face is totally different than what I know!

"Hmm? What do you mean?

Confused by the reaction of Bellette and Myol respectively.

"Haha. Uh..."

According to the knowledgeable Dr. Bergrette, Geisserius is a figure from five hundred years ago. There is no exact record of what it looked like, and because each author draws as he likes in his imagination, he says the picture makes him look completely different.

"Oh, I see"

"Uh, yeah."

Lifeguard and Myol nodded in unison.

- and.

So the person who came out of the aisle beside the lobby was about to collide with the drift protection looking up at the painting.

"Mm. Whoa, excuse me"

"Oh, no -"

We bowed our heads lightly to each other, and we looked at each other's faces.

"Huh!"

We were out of time with each other.

When I saw that, Belgrette turned her gaze to the other person's face.

She also loses her word again.

I don't know his name. but it was someone I knew.

Blonde hair close to the boy, with a thin, sharp "Ma Ni". A crisp black courtesy look.

But above all, it is the mouthcloth that covers the lower half of its face. Its appearance, which covers up the bottom from the nose, is somewhat reminiscent of a ninja.

"No...!

"Mm-hmm. Are you..."

That one where Mia was exposed and clashed with Dino and the Redrack family.

I fought numerous mafias then, but one of them, a man standing on his arm, was mixed up.

Maggie, a chanter who deals with ice attributes, was crossing over the attack of drift protection. They were releasing fine ice bullets or producing ice shields on both of their arms.

As a result, I beat him down with a single blow, and I remember him clearly because he is the few person in the giant swing who is throwing at me for Redrack, but as a drift shield he is being fisted with the intention of knocking him down.

"Hey, how did you end up here?"

"Mm-hmm. Nothing really, this is my home..."

"Ha!? Ji, my parents!?

"What did you do, do you know him?

Both of them. Myol sticking his neck in. The people who pass by also turn their attention to something and something of interest.

... It's getting hard to pack.

Even if it's rattling at the entrance, it gets in the way of the other guests. For a moment, the escorts decided to leave the inn.