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

The next day. The time was, a little around 10: 00 a.m.

At the tavern on the first floor of the inn, the three of them, Lifeguard, Belgrette and Myol, were interested in a colloquial conversation while enjoying tea treats.

"So Myol is going to register for the Heavenly Bombay Banquet after lunch?

"Yeah! I'm coming!

The woman in the cape, the chanter (Maggie), let her snort.

The event also approached five days later, the eighty-seventh and heavenly banquet. They said the registration was open until two days ago. I wouldn't have crossed it to get it done early.

Liu Xiao and Belgrette are still going to see Sakuragiri today, but they were just due home tomorrow. Then inevitably, Myol and I will both be breaking up tomorrow. You can't see how she works at the Heavenly Bombardment Feast.

Myol and Sakuragiri... maybe these encounters and breakups are also tough for this world.

Especially with Myol, the pattern we met on our journey, we may never meet again.

By recognizing the wavelengths of the soul heart power Pralna, the chancer Mage becomes communicative with each other (although it feels completely incomprehensible to drift protection). But neither Belgrette nor Myol had the skill to protrude in communication, so given the distance, it was impossible to keep in touch after the breakup. He said he might be able to do something about the extent of the exchange of letters......

"You two are going to the witch after lunch, right?

I nod at Myol as he pinches the confectionery.

"All right... well, let's do it tonight! Meet and break up, my... and Mr. Gonder, celebrate his participation in the Heavenly Boom Festival and all that!

"Ha... that sounds good too"

"Hmph. You should be surprised by the rumors of the wind when you return to Wang Du. That the name of the winner of the Eighty-seventh Heavenly Bombardment Banquet is this Myol Felstrem!

Next to her with her chest stretched, there is one shadow that sneaks softly.

"Mm. Unfortunately, the name of the champion shall be Gonder Shrimp Seal"

Mercenary and Innkeeper of Mouthcloth The Misty Ice Magician was skillfully armed.

"Whatever the joke is, are you actually a winning candidate?

"Lugo, you're terrible!

"Mm... don't tell me"

Two of the participants protest with a bitter smile.

Though the most powerful and prestigious Duen Akelone of the Lefe does not participate, the martial arts festival is supposed to bring together the inflexible chanteers Mages from all over. They're also expected to have the highest number of contestants in the past, and it's not hard to imagine it becoming a fierce feud.

You won't even have to think about how difficult it is to win.

Does it make sense to the circumstances, Gonder starts talking as he thinks.

"Again, this time... the most important thing to pay attention to is the Demon Martial Artist" Maygas "? It looks like about ten inmates will join the party. Individual abilities are also high, and that alone is troublesome... but it is their head, a man named Dj Foul. I hear this is an uninterrupted user. With me, the chances of winning would be thin if I were hit from the front. Miss Myol, be careful."

Ugh, and a blonde chanting magician (Maggie) showing her bitter face.

But essentially, it's a battle royal for everything. It would be exceptionally advantageous if we formed a detachment party within our companions. The methods of warfare of the magician "Maygus" seem cowardly and reasonable. If in time the individual strength is also high, is it natural to be seen as a winning candidate?

"Later, perhaps... someone will make a name for themselves from the Thirteen Martial Family. It will definitely be a troublesome opponent. Others have heard that regular Badaluye Becker will be joined by Greefoot Martihawk… in addition to Sabel Alhano, who is famous this time as a treasure hunter, and Julie Micheus. These two are not very well known because of their first participation, but they can be considered powerful enough to aim for the winner."

"Hmm."

"I see."

They were nodding without any concern as they rinsed the red and green tea (very spicy) that it was a specialty of the refeit. A drinked-up Myol looks up at the ceiling with a satisfied look.

"... I don't know what will happen to the heavenly banquet, but... I'm glad I got here."

"Myol?"

Lifeguard turns a strange eye to the woman chanter (Mage), who speaks in a smudged tone.

"Because, Lugo and Belgrette, and Mr. Gonder. This is how I made friends. Whatever happens, I'll brag to my sister when I get home!

A little embarrassed by the dazzling smile, the drift shield shifted away from his face, "Oh, that's it," he said.

"Oh, Lugo, it's lit. It's lit."

"You're not lit!

Often, the time for a welcome continued.

- Hour after hour.

Various warriors were gathering in this capital, Byakrak, to participate in the festival of martial arts.

"If. There you go, young lady."

The called-off rookie waitress looked back at the voice she had been called upon - stiff as it was.

He was such a beautiful man that it made him horrible.

Is he about twenty years old? The reddish, habitual hair is stretched to the shoulder, characterised by well-shaped eyes covered by long lashes. The nose is high and the lips are unintentionally docile and luminous. Its neutral appearance is as if it were a craft handled by the God of Beauty.

On the leather chest, a long cloak of black. I dress like a traveler, but I can still see the finesse of the line to luxury. The outfit of a slightly wild adventurer does not, however, lead to its beauty.

I don't know exactly because I'm sitting in a chair, but I think I'm tall. Two Miles may be beyond gracious.

"Order, may I? Lady."

"Ah, yes! Is it up to you!

The waitress, who had been accidentally spotted, rushed to pick up the order.

"Hot coffee and... this, refe black cow's... filet... have a steak"

"Yes. Hot coffee and a refe black cow fillet steak, right? How about baking?

…………

When asked, the young man was often silent.

Dust, and.

A glimmer of tears conveyed his cheeks.

"What!? Oh, um...?

Turn away from the rushing waitress and the man holds his head down.

"Excuse me. I... I think about it."

"Yes...?

"This cow I'm about to order is such a... such a future to be killed, burned, and eaten by me... that I didn't even imagine it. When I think about it, I'm... I'm... oh, whoa..."

So the young man held his mouth and quietly cried out.

(Duh, what do I do...)

The new daughter is upset by an unexpected situation.

I've been working at this store for a month. I've seen a variety of customers, but this is extraordinarily heterogeneous. I don't even seem to be drunk on alcohol.

Should I call the store manager, I was just beginning to twilight on the way,

"Ah... meat, please, well"

The young man, who looked up as he remembered, had a sunny smile.

"Ha!? Ha, yes, well, right? So, let me repeat your order -"

I don't care what you think, you're a freak.

But the waitress, whose chest suddenly rang with a smile, yelled at herself that she was not, yes, thrilled, to repeat the order.

In a remote seat, two men were watching like that.

The little fat man who had neglected his impure beard - Gadgad Keras - rattled his tongue as he disappointed Muniel of the White River fish Wile Perch.

"Keh. What is it, I don't like you guys?"

Although Gadgad has a rough impression that he doesn't feel roughly like the product in his appearance or in his dietary practices, he still has a slight youthfulness on his face. Seventeen or so years old. I guess, because I haven't exactly counted my age.

"Salaries are salaries, you asshole. You have a different attitude than when you came to pick up my order."

To the evil of Gucci and the ensuing little boy, the brother present - Larutz Buffet, slightly skinny in terms of his mustache - sighed. Age is about one turn higher than Gadgad. I feel alive for thirty years, but I still don't count age or anything decent.

One hand with a shot glass, throwing it away in a float.

"You don't have a choice. You look like a filthy bandit. You and your museum sculpture brother-in-law are all gonna be brother-in-law. That's what I'm gonna do."

"That's not true, brother y..."

Gadgad protested weakly.

Actually. Not where I look like a bandit, but Gadgad - the two of them, were former bandits.

Even when it comes to bandits in one bite, they vary.

The bandits, to whom the two used to belong, were a relatively calm group of killers. Larutz also spent quite a few full days with his companions he cared about, as he fell into banditry through a typical falling life, while his reckless killing was of an unsatisfactory nature.

Weird enough, yes - since the regiment became involved with people named Orchester.

I don't know, but it was a conceited group that called themselves' performers' and so on.

It's not what I found out now that I fell out, but I hear that the former regiment was completely absorbed by Orchester and turned into an out-of-the-way group that would do anything with a kill.

The performers had both the money and the power.

But most of all, it was heterogeneous, you know...

(... unthinkable. Sure, it's called Septius... I've never seen it. It's that easy, people...... no, let's not)

I don't even want to remember. Hastily distract from thinking.

Having emerged from the rapidly degenerating regiment in all cases, Larutz ran the Gadgad and the two of them who followed him, and the mercenary operations in detail while wandering.

In the meantime, the last heavenly banquet was held at a fluttering visiting refé. It's not that I'm not confident in my arm. I tried to join in no good, and God willing or Larutz won the Bravery Award. It was to win as much as one and a half million escu.

Needless to say, that's how it occupies the flavor.

Naturally, nothing was achieved. I completely forgot about the last time, and this time I just got into the capital to participate.

Aim, a thousand bucks like last time. He repeatedly hits like this, so he falls for bandits and so on. unplanned on-the-spot sneezing. But I can't stop knowing. Gambling "Gambling" We're all in the same kind of thing, the nature of human beings - and Larutz excuses himself.

Anyway, a heavenly banquet for the third time. After this meal, I was going to register to join. I feel completely regular.

"Nh...?"

Larutz narrows his eyes and looks at an excellent man sitting in an earlier - away seat.

The lines are also thin and look like a bard selling just by the face, but the outfit belongs to an adventurer who is used to traveling. You are likely to be a participant in the Heavenly Bombardment Feast.

"Thank you for waiting. Ref Black Beef Fillet Steak, It's a Well"

"Ah... thanks"

When he received the dish, he grabbed a knife and a fork.

"Ah... Ugh... this is what it looks like... not good..."

Before the steak, I began to weep.

"... hey, what is it? He. Are you even doing weird kusuri...?

Surprisingly, Gadgad's words are good. The figure of snoozing up the dish by itself before is just too unusual, even for a good man.

"Damn... a cow without a name. For me, thank you. I promise the Creator that your death will be a sure food for my... Greefoot Martyhawk..."

Listening to the youth's words, Larutz nearly dropped the shot glass in his hands at risk.

"Gleefoot...... Martyhawk............ so!?

"Hmm? What's wrong, brother?"

In contrast to the complexion-changing Larutz, Gadgad asks swallowing with his dishes dirty and cheeky. To such a disciple, Larutz stood in a momentum that lurked his voice but bit.

"Ba, you idiot! If Greyfoot Martyhawk were here, he'd be the semi-finalist the last time we competed!

"Fluffy!?

Gadgad coughed hard to see if he stuck the dish in his throat.

"I only knew his name... but I've never seen him before. You were such a good man..."

If you do it, it's an elegant thing to do, and Greefoot Martyhawk cuts the steak apart crying. Larutz groans bitterly as he watches such a young man.

Previously on The Heavenly Bombardment Feast held five years ago.

A "hit" in the absence of Duen Akelone, but also famous for the "Penta" owned by the Bulkfort Empire in the far west, when weak crown XIII Levin Rayfield quickly entered the battle and took the victory as it was.

The man who took care of that Levin and stayed until the end. That's Greefoot Martyhawk.

The young 'Penta' of the day confronted this Greefoot,

"I was a terrible user of ice technology. Literally, my spine froze."

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(Even though I was a kid at the time, I can't believe I let 'Penta' say that much... how many users...)

Larutz realized that Ibo floated on his arm.

As a form, Greefoot became a 'semi-finalist', but no semi-finalist reward exists for the heavenly banquet. To prevent one of the last two remaining players from abandoning the fight "because even a semi-finalist will get a prize".

Do you get the right to win and get 10 million escs and what you want? Do you leave without losing and gaining anything? Such ultimate two choices will await the two of us who remain until the end.

... In fact, though, semi-finals - in the case of strong men who remain until the last two, they are often awarded other awards in the end.

In the case of Greyfoot Martyhawk...

"That's the 'Shooting Down King'...? I can't believe it, brother."

Down King. As its name suggests, it was an award given to those who destroyed the most enemies.

Various mighty men, banquets of militancy. That young man who defeated more warriors in it and survived to the end.

If we even tried to escape, or hide, to the Laruts, who were thorough in the interests of fishermen, we would have equated to monsters no longer understood, such as Greefoot.

"Heh... but a heavenly banquet is not always won by a strong man. He who stands around cleverly is in his favor."

"Oh, yeah, brother."

This heavenly banquet is already expected to have the largest number of participants ever.

Even if you are foolishly honestly repeating that you fight the person you meet, knock him down... etc, you will be working hard early.

The stage of the struggle is the vast forest known as the 'Garden of the Infinite'. Fortunately, I am blessed with a place to lurk.

Hide, run, overdo. Find your weak opponent and make sure you defeat him. That, in a way, is the fundamentals in the basics in the heavenly banquet. He was praised there before and won the Bravery Award.

Especially this time with a lot of participants, how to survive without fighting and without wearing out. That was more important than ever. It's what fools do with their muscles stuck in their heads, like fighting decently from the front.

"Uh-huh... this time, whatever. Aim for the right prize, Gadgad. Earn money and go home. There's a lot of people out there, and if you do well, you might be able to get your first destroy award. Chang, Greefoot's brother over there, will kick some of those guys in the way one after another."

"Oh, come on, brother!

It is huge that I was able to learn about Greefoot's participation here and remember his face.

The person I encountered without knowing was actually Greefoot, because I ended up being lightly hit - and things like that can be prevented.

The two former bandits increase their willingness as they stare down at the King of Shooting, who is crying and cheeks on his steak.

... That's, well. It was backwards about never hitting this guy.

The man's life was a series of bets.

"- Ha, ha!

Wake yourself up to gasp, your own bedroom.

Check the expensive clock on the pillow. Already before noon. Once again, I was devastated by nightmares and could hardly sleep. I have a nasty sweat seeping through my whole body.

"Huh... Huh..."

Not yet.

That sight annoys me. Continue to obstruct sleep.

"I mean... in this place right now, even if it's a big mess, is that okay?

Reminds me of that monster's invincible face. It reminds me of my bloody eyes, my dark, raised skin, and my overwhelming killing.

I don't know anything else. People with all that violence.

Cross with your enemies without even using the technique, that monster that overwhelms you. That unusual black giant who lightly 'damages' people.

That's no longer a person.

Duane's the strongest? Say stupid. Speaking of simple strength, I can assure you that there is no such thing as a human being above that monster. I'm just trying not to think about it. Trying not to see that 'darkness'... just trying to forget it.

Witchcraft, the mercy of God, who can survive without relying on such grace, the truly chosen. Darkness. I can assure you that man is the chosen being of God, while being scorned for being a dark place. The more convinced I am that it is the rebirth of Geisserius.

Whether or not I could see that was by far the biggest bet of my life. That negotiation, honestly, didn't make me feel alive. Both incompetents, who don't know that horror, still criticize themselves.

"Hihi, hihi..."

But.

I won that bet.

"Oh, I have nothing to fear..."

The man's life was a series of bets.

Let me win again this time. Earlier, the reality of nightmare annoyance also ends.

And.

"Saeli......, Hihi, Hihi"