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

The effect of the words told to the guerrilla boy was more than Digos expected.

I want to see her now, I want to teach Sakuragiri to go away, and the two of us leave the room to luxury her with ice cream.

The time of sight was seven o'clock at night. I'll have to tell Belgrette later.

"Seven o'clock. Three more hours! Can't wait!"

"F... don't rush it"

Digos also leaks a grin at the opposite reaction when he cuts out the story.

That's how I nearly bumped into one female soldier on the road to the dining room in the corner.

"Wow..."

Sakuragiri stops by surprise.

"This is to the witch, Lord Digos! I'm sorry...!

The lady soldier in white bowed her head so bad that she apologized and defeated her, shitty and leaving early.

"... I don't even have time for this one to apologize......... ha. And I still mumble about witches and stuff. I want it to be normal."

Sakuragiri murmured in a lonely voice as she dropped off the hindsight of herself and an unchanging soldier of that age.

"And something like this... like touching a swelling, like seeing something you shouldn't see? I'm worried about the reaction..."

……

The giant had a prediction of why.

The Witch of the Divine Domain, which frequently calls on Digos. I guess there are a few who are evil pushers that they are close to men and women.

It's actually a pattern without the 'y' lettering of color, but it's still something that those who look at those curious gazes come out of -

"Were you here? Digos."

――――

No sound, no sign.

Digos froze his spine slightly, in a voice bathed right behind him.

- When did you show up? I couldn't sense it at all.

He pushes and kills not to understand such a mood, and turns back to the Lord of his voice.

"... brother"

"I'm surprised -! Please don't threaten me, Mr. Duane..."

"Excuse me, Saeri."

In the cherry branch, which held his chest by surprise, the man apologized with a deep droop of his head, Kobe.

Serving the chief of state, there is one "Thirteen Martial Family", a family of spears. Duen Akelone, the eldest son of the three brothers and current lord.

Sometimes it's summer, in a torso with a sleeveless jacket. On the right arm of the peel, slightly below the shoulder, there are flashy old wounds worn round.

My back length is two heads lower than my brother Digos's, and his body is never bigger. Which would be a pretty skinny category. If it's just the way you look, you must be a man everywhere.

But - its entangling atmosphere is like a blade that you can cut if you touch it. Just face it, it even makes you feel intimidated like you're being poked with a sharp sword tip.

Such a man, the most famous of the current refs, was still standing in the shadows.

"Which way are you headed? Dear Saeri,"

"Uh... hey, I was going to get some ice cream, and I was just going to the dining room..."

"Is it Master Left? But it's before sunset, so take that into account and be eaten."

"Yes..."

In Saeri's reply, Duen gave a grin and a smile.

Face as thin and long as a hungry wolf and a thread similar to Digos. Sleeping on his scalp clutteringly, his rounded up dark hair. of what is slowly breaking the edge of the mouth.

I'm laughing, but I'm not laughing.

Such a smile that doesn't make you feel warm. Digos had felt his eldest brother's grin that way since he was a child.

"Digos."

With that inorganic smile, my brother calls my brother.

"You, join us in this heavenly banquet."

"... what?

To Duen's unexpected remarks, Digos was unusually frowning and listening back.

"There are many participants this time. One hundred and sixteen at the moment. This will probably be the highest number of people ever. I wonder if it will be less than two hundred people. The governor and the Millennial Congress are delighted."

Heavenly Banquet.

A sacred ritual for choosing a warrior to serve in The Witch of the Divine Domain - it was also now long ago.

Nowadays, as a spectacle, it is one of the indispensable sources of income. From the fascinating awards, the number of participants also continued to increase with each repetition. Sometimes this is a "hit" in Duen's absence, which seems like an unprecedented number of contestants.

The duen continues.

"It's a pleasure to cheer up… Yesterday, the majority of participants are from other countries. It is necessary that the referees participate and show considerable results so that they do not grow without darkness. But raw hate, bad time. Bow lineage and shield lineage are absent on an expedition. And you know Old Wamatsu is sleeping. Basically, the Thirteen Musketeers are all busy responding."

"So, a white feather arrow stood on the eagle."

"That sort of thing."

My brother grinned more satisfactorily. Praise my sensible brother.

but

"... f"

My brother was unwittingly laughing with his nose.

"Is something funny?"

"No. I didn't think my brother would tell me to go out to the martial arts festival or anything like that."

"Ha ha. You wanted to leave when you were a kid."

Duen separated himself from "to it" as he shook his shoulders for fun,

"Though the heavenly banquet, its guiding principles remain the same. You avoid strong opponents, while you can defeat them - just slap the weak ones. Ultimately, it would be good if we could stay within ten. Regardless, it is out of the question that you will be seriously injured in the future. Stand around."

If you can tell me, this is another job.

Copy that.

"You can't win, you can't"

So an unexpected voice broke in.

Both Digos and Duen look at the Lord of the Voice with slight surprise - Sakuragiri.

The witch looked to the head of the spear and said clearly again.

"Daigo... can't Daigos win?"

Duen replies seriously to the girl's question.

"Regardless, if you can, you won't mind that either. but the heavenly banquet is not as sweet as that. In Diegos, it's impossible to win."

"Oh no, I have to try......!

"As for my Akelone clan, I'm sure Saeri knows."

My eldest brother makes Sakuragiri speak with an inorganic voice. Digos has been knocked in since childhood, with that 'belief'.

"We are a clan condemned to 'complete murder'. Use any means for the sake of the Lord to fight the enemy. If you can't win, crawl on the ground but run away. If you cannot escape, harm yourself on the spot. Because the enemy must not capture you or divulge information."

The weak opponent definitely drains, the strong opponent closes the gap. Or flee, and take another means.

A bunch of cowards, so to speak, who, as abominable as a snake scorpion, only specialize in eliminating obstacles for the Lord.

That's Akelone.

But that's what Sakuragiri asked for.

"So, but also Mr. Digos, aren't you strong......!

"I'm a strange brother...... but as a general parenthesis, I'd say I'm a fairly skilled chanter, Magee, as a young man. But those who raise their names to the heavenly banquet are again. Yes -"

Duen turns to Diegos just because he remembers.

"This time, both rough men named Maygus, the magician, will join us. A rogue, but with real skill. At the moment, I'd say the most alarming person. Never fight each other from the front, like poking a gap."

Copy that.

"Mr. Ogo..."

For some reason, Sakuragiri seemed sad.

"Well, I have something for you, so if you'll excuse me."

A graceful - disrespectful act of courtesy to Sakuragiri, Duen leaves.

It was a plated floor that sounded xyxy if stepped on, but the elder brother of the spear turned away with shadowy quiet without making a single sound.

If you look next door, you look like some disgruntled witch.

"What's up?"

As for Diegos, I was, to be honest, surprised.

Because I didn't even think of Sakuragiri eating Duen like that.

Not even if you look all over the country, such as someone who can give that man an opinion. Sakuragiri himself, he doesn't seem to like Duen, and in front of him he should have grown up a lot like the cat he borrowed.

"Mr. Ogo won't regret it."

"What is it?"

"It's nothing!

Witches get angry as they get ahead of themselves.

"Because, you know... if you're gonna tell me to win, anyway, you can't, so do it right, like...! Something you regret!

……

Here Digos finally realizes.

Sakuragiri said he was indignant about himself.

"... f"

"What's wrong with you!

"It may have sounded that way... but my brother has been blowing bone breaking challenges inside."

"Huh?"

Although it is a current heavenly banquet with strong fun such as mass entertainment, its contents must be really violent and rough if you try to be a contestant.

More than a hundred participants use every means to crush each other until they become one last person. Although it is forbidden to kill someone intentionally, it is never uncommon for the dead to come out.

When registering to participate, it is mandatory that the prospective participant agrees to a pledge to the effect that "whatever happens as a result of his appearance shall be his own responsibility".

A martial arts festival of such a bunch of tenacious warriors, standing around well to avoid injury in it, leaving quite a result - Duen's demands. How difficult an instruction that is, Digos walked on the road to the dining room, telling Sakuragiri to listen. And that contributing like that is also one of my tasks.

"... well. You're right."

In such a way as no choice, the witch swells her cheeks but convinces. Even as Diegos, her mood was understandable.

Sakuragiri said he was in his hometown and was eager for martial arts that dealt with a score called "Tsubaki".

A few days ago, Digos and Sakuragiri are making light arrangements. Since the sword and the knife do not exist in the refeit, I tried to be present with a long stick, but I see that it showed a magnificent figure.

According to him, it's just a student's immature technology, but it still makes no difference that he was sincerely typing it in. That was the skill to see.

Sakuragiri, who couldn't even disturb one of Digos' breaths as a result, looked sincerely remorseful.

That's why she knows.

Because he was seriously into martial arts, he was disgusted by Duen's instructions - leave the right results because it's impossible to win.

If you're going to fight, try everything you can to get the best results.

As a martial artist, it's natural that you want to be.

But Akelone is different.

Emptiness, gaps, and erasing enemies are the main principles. Do not fight as long as you can. Such a family of cowards.

Struggling from the front, smashing enemies, etc., is the job of Stijje, a family of swords.

"Heavenly Banquet...... ah. If you win, you get 10 million escs... you get a wish for anything, don't you?

That's one of the reasons why we don't attract many participants while it's a dangerous event.

The winner may receive as many rewards as he wishes, to the extent possible in the national power of the Ref.

If we were to think in terms of further gold, houses, women, food, land… appetite, there was a country called Lefe that had the power to accommodate roughly most of the demands.

A heavenly banquet held more than eighty times, but in the past, humans from other countries have won five times. Although it has been the story since very recent years, when participants were most widely recruited, both nationally and internationally.

It was all a time of Duen's absence, two of whom asked for further money. Because he is from another country, this is why he has no choice but to cede his house or land to Lefe. One of them demanded "I want money to play and live my life" and I hear he went home with huge amounts of money.

One was rootless and fortunately became a Lefe soldier. He said he was a skilled user like a winner, but a few years ago he went to crusade against a resentful demon known as the 'Black Ghost', and has died carelessly.

A certain warrior who won about a decade ago was appointed as a soldier and is now active as a captain leading a unit.

One of the remaining players was Levin Rayfield of the Bulkfort Empire, who entered the first 'Penta' battle and won a brilliant victory. He was thirteen at the time, the youngest winner in history. Since he was to leave against his will, the prize showed a low back posture, such as unnecessary, but eventually returned with a large amount of sweets "handed out to the children of the city". A knight of honorable men who also have many supporters for Raindeer, but at that heavenly banquet, many of the women of the refeit also seemed captivated.

This time, from a revenue and other point of view, the 'Millennium Parliament' would have decided that 'others may prevail'. For the sixth time in total, it should be another time for the others to decorate the victory.

If all the Duanes and Lefes become winners, the participants' feet will also be far away, saying "I can't win anyway" and "I'm a local in the end".

We need to make the rest of them win moderately and think they may be able to win themselves. As if to hang carrots to the horse's present.

Even if we don't do that much, we now have a special prize frame such as the Bravery Award. With prize winning opportunities available even if they could not win, and with many participants actually reaping the prize, it seemed that more people were attending casually.

When I was young, I longed to "join one day," a festive heavenly banquet of warriors.

As I grew older, I understood that it wasn't actually such a proud thing, it was just one of Face, Gold, and Thoughtful Swirling Government "Every Meal".

Now that I know that, Digos had to laugh inside out that his childhood dreams had come true.

"Hey, Mr. Ogo"

Delayed by such a thought, Sakuragiri was looking up at Digos as he peered in.

"If you win, you'll get your wish. For example……,"

The witch asks with her eyes like she tries.

"If I say I want to quit witchcraft - can you make that happen, too?

With a troubled smile.

To such a girl, Digos just answered, as it were.

"It's possible."

Like the heavenly banquet, the "Witch of the Divine Domain" has been lost with sacred implications and so forth.

Some had now escaped unbearably from training, and in just one year the witch had even been replaced many times.

Because of its unprecedented specificity, Sakuragiri is being entertained, but quitting is not difficult in itself.

but equals impossible as a real problem.

Digos has heard straight from Sakuragiri, but she says she doesn't 'use' witchcraft, she says it's 'unusable'.

It is what is accepted in refeits that consider art as shackles, but in raindeers and the like, which have the opposite mindset, they can only be the object of inferiority.

It would also be because of those circumstances that Lifeguard falsified himself as amnesia.

Sakuragiri doesn't have the strength of a drift shield.

When you quit being a witch, you're just thrown out to the public as a weak man with no power whatsoever. I have no power to go home or survive.

A girl who suddenly appeared a month and a half ago with "The Gods Sneeze," "Humph". Because of its mystery, the girl was sacrificed as a witch.

Sakuragiri Sukizaki cannot live in this world unless she is taken up as a sacred witch. She herself had a weak voice when she realized it.

"Okay. Because I'll work hard to train, and then I'll be at the Heavenly Banquet, and I'll win my freedom! Oh, but I don't know if witches should come out, I guess."

The side of the girl who talks about dreams that can't happen, somewhere lonely.

"Ah...... Mr. Ogo. Heavenly Banquet, be careful. Don't get hurt or anything. Mr. Ogo is strong, so I'm sure he'll be fine."

"Of course."

So when they arrived in the dining room, they each pushed the door open and went inside.

"Pfft. Lugo, why don't you calm down a little?

"Ooh, ooh, ooh"

Belgrette laughs bitterly when she sees the drift protection that is hardening to see.

The time is before seven o'clock at night.

Finally, he refrained from seeing the 'Witch of the Divine Domain', and the tension of drift protection was reaching its culmination. Now he is being taken by Digos and is in the process of making his way to the witch's room precisely.

"I'm Japanese," I told the witch. As a result, the reply was "I definitely want to see you". Before I told him that, he said he was obviously reluctant to see me.

What will I tell you and what will I do when I see you?

It was a nervous shield, but I tell myself to calm down.

Nothing needs to get weird. Just like when I found out Dr. Locke was Japanese, I just had to take it easy on him.

"Here we are."

While I was thinking about it, Digos's low voice sounded.

A corner in a jaunting castle. A luxurious door awaited a deep hallway. Prior to that, a female soldier dressed in white in Japanese clothes is standing with a long spear.

"Raindeer's guest."

"Ha. The witch is waiting for you"

Diegos' Terminal Description. Soldiers pave the way.

……

Liquid protection accidentally swallows spit.

Encouraged, he entered the witch's room.