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

"Hehe......"

Is that admiration or praise?

It was an extremely rare reaction for him to show little other interest.

Red short hair with honey to burn. Black piercings on the right ear. A cold but overly neat face and a thin body that looked luxurious together seemed to work well enough as an actor in the troupe.

- 'Penta' in prison flames, Dino Gailroen.

It is the moment when the Lefe Witchcraft Kingdom arrives in the capital, Byakrak.

The young man often looked around before the unusual streets he had never seen.

A narrow and flimsy building. Bridge across the river. Paved cobblestones. The outfits of those on the road. Everything is in an unfamiliar and strange shape, up to the street-tree that swells at equal intervals at the end.

Dino was convinced that Dino was right, although he had heard rumors that the streets of Lefe were strange.

Heavenly Banquet.

On several occasions even in the Wang capital, I heard the name.

The owner of the carriage had also told me about the village of Lumley, but it was finally intriguing because it was also being discussed in the city where we stopped fumbling afterwards.

Anyway, it is a journey.

I took the carriage to see if I could just go, and now I was just finally getting there.

It wouldn't be a bad opportunity to know my name. If you join and win, it could be a cut that is widely known for its name.

Now. It is an exotic capital that neither the right nor the left can tell.

Should I even look for a map of the city first - and start walking,

- If you notice. Dino was surrounded by three men.

Each, at first glance, an ordinary civilian. A plain ethnic costume characteristic of a refeit that is no different from those around it, even the clothes that are wrapped around it.

The difference is its face. A sharp glance like shooting is unlikely to be a citizen of Ichii.

"Welcome to Lefe. Dino Gayleroen, is that you?

A man with black hair cut apart by seventy-three lets him hang the edge of his mouth in a distortion.

"Who is it?"

"Orchester"

As I whisper, let the man nibble.

"I didn't seem to notice until I was surrounded... but if it was all over the city at midday, it wouldn't be raided, etc., were you bracketing Taka?

"Are Omei and the others concerned about the Ichi nerves, as ants have come under their feet?

…………

Silently, the man let his blues float to his side head with a smile.

After doing business with the end of Orchester in the village of Lumley. Until this point, no one attacked them. Whether you're on your way to a street without a popular "one piece" or when you reveal the night in a run-down lodging.

At this moment when we arrived in the capital without a thing, it was a busy midday round trip - the first of its kind.

The intention was clear.

To remind you - there is nothing else.

Even in bright cities, when attacked as they deserve. There has to be nowhere to be relieved, such as an escape.

"A boy. It's okay because there are people around, don't you think? It's not that hard to kill a human being so that no one will notice? For us."

Dino somehow puts his gaze around him.

If you realize it, it's the wall you're standing on. It takes the form of being pinched by three men.

What you're talking about is a seventy-third man standing in the front. The two men, nestled between the left and right sides of Dino, skip their gaze around them as if they were looking at the streets.

A few young people go right next to those dinos, bickering. They haven't noticed. Exactly now, that people are about to be killed in daylight grandeur. On the contrary, it would also look like four face-to-face people standing around on the move.

Exquisite positioning and gaze movement, insignificant behavior, by the men of Orchester. It was because of the nature they created.

"Hmmm......"

Sometimes it's just a bunch of performers. Looks different from those bandits. Dino hammered as impressed.

"If there's anything left to say... I'll ask?

against a fierce seventy-third division of men,

"- I'm good at killing people like they don't notice."

'Penta' also replied with a grin back. With red eyes glowing.

……

Crushing sound. No, is it an explosion sound?

The boy, who felt faintly heard such a dry noise, turned to you.

Midday round trip. Though it is time to refrain from heavenly banquets and begin to increase the number of people, for normal days or not so many.

Were you the only one who heard the noise, and no one else cared about the area? If I did think it was my fault, it was like it was just that much......

Ahead of his eyes, a red-haired young man, a little older than himself, stood alone. He is wearing unfamiliar clothes and raises a hemp bag from his shoulder. Could be a traveler for a heavenly banquet.

Nevertheless, what was the sound just now? Was it my fault? Especially not anywhere.

"Ah."

I looked at the youth vaguely, so I looked at him with my face over here.

It was quite beautiful. Short, honeyed red hair reminds me of a burning flame, but my expression is horribly cold. Now, like a hungry beast - and not above this beautiful, red-eyed eye. I can just look into both of those eyes, and my body is about to tuck up.

... I don't care what you think. Might be a rogue.

Shit and I was just about to leave the spot,

"Oi, it's Soko's brother Chang."

The man called me out.

"Ha, yes"

They might threaten to give me money. He was a frightening boy, but the approaching red-haired man said this in a swallowing tone.

"Tell me about the delicious restaurant around here."

"Uh...?

"As you can see, I'm a Yoso. I just arrived in Mont, and I have no idea where this city is. It's also a good idea to look for maps... I don't care what the price is. Let me know if you have a restaurant that serves so many delicious monkeys."

There are luxury stores nearby that I've never been in myself. She explained her position in detail, saying that she wouldn't mind if we spoke there. The red young man left a proper thank you and walked away like he cared. Apparently, really, he just wanted to ask where the delicious store was.

I was just dropping off that hindsight, and a buoy and a little wind blow.

From the cobblestone in the vicinity where he first stood, something like black powder rose to the universe.

……

Something black is scattered and disappears, not for long to be sure.

At the same time, the smell of burning stuck to the boy's nose.

I'll look around, but it's not like someone's on fire. It's just lunch time. Some house must have burned the food.

It didn't smell appetizing, but when I thought about that, I was suddenly hungry. In order to have lunch, the boy turned his foot to the cafeteria for sale because of the cheap distance from the shop he had recommended to the red-haired young man.

It was just the kind of food I'd never seen, but it certainly didn't taste bad. Because of the differences in food culture, although I didn't accept all the flavors that didn't suit me, it was also exciting.

Dino takes a sigh of red and green tea that is a specialty of the refe, having finished prepping the set menu recommended by the clerk.

The store was mirrored with walls and columns, what an odd fun. To make it look bright with less lighting, or actually to make a narrow indoor look wider? Maybe both.

"Hey."

Does it sound fast to pull a chair or sit back fast?

A man who suddenly appeared was sitting in a face-to-face seat, as if he knew him.

Shallow dark skin on dark hair with creases. A wild, vibrant face somewhere with a thin face. Thirty years old. Is it there or something? He is dressed in a wrinkle-free charcoal grey courtesy, which at first glance also seems to be the millionaire or social aristocrat of the doer.

but

"Orchester."

"Well."

Dino groans and so does the man.

"Lunchtime as if nothing had happened, keeping three dignified kills all over the city during the day. You're used to it, Dino."

The man smiles and takes the pot and cup of red green tea provided for his seat.

"While the overwhelming firepower is also strong... most of all, I wonder how capable it is to grasp the situation. In the midday round trip, even though there were not as many people on the road - even though they exercised the art of silencing, they returned the three to dust at the moment when all the consciousness, the gaze, of those who were on the spot fell off. In an instant, without anyone understanding. There seemed to be one boy who felt strange... but you wouldn't have thought people were being killed."

With that said, the man in the courtesy poured tea with his accustomed hand. I can feel the elegance in the trick. Maybe he's a man of family or status.

"Whoa, you haven't introduced yourself yet. Assistant General Commander Orchester, this is Debias Loud Morganti. Nice to meet you."

The man named Debias smiled as he rinsed his tea with a perfect smile and makeover.

"If it's okay... I think it would be nice to hear why you wanted to set things up with us."

It was as if it were a tone of questioning the motives for his job aspirations. Dino answers with a sip of tea, boring.

"That's right... even Zako at the end can handle stone throwing cannons. Funding for the technical ability to handle mons... And then there's the total of over a thousand people - organizational ability is Toko. Think you can play there."

"Hmm. If 'Penta' appreciated me that much, I guess it's something to be proud of. This."

Debias laughs at the back of his throat and quietly places the cup.

"Mr. Dino. Wouldn't you be willing to come in on us?

"Nena."

"Too bad"

Short question. A conversation between both sides as pre-construction, knowing the answer from the beginning.

"Well... then you're going to get a 'hack' - does visiting the refe at this time mean the goal is a heavenly banquet?

"Oh, my God."

"We're going to win, aren't we? How confident?

"I'm not conscious, nothing."

Whether you can win or not, not. Winning is confirmed. I don't even think about losing, etc.

I eat dinner because I'm hungry. Just like that, if you compete, you win. For Dino, they were in the same line.

As a result of being a winner, Dino Gailroen's name spreads. That's what it's all about. Make money if you have someone you can enjoy at all. It was only recognition to that extent.

"Ha ha! 'Penta' is a lot of confidence, but you're something else! Our ninetails look adorable. She probably is, too."

Debias hits her knees and laughs.

"But... even 'Penta' isn't so easy to beat. A martial arts festival called the Heavenly Banquet."

"Hmm. I hope so, mon."

"Well...... every few years for now. We're going to enjoy ourselves."

"Hmm. Is there gonna be an omelet?

"- No. I'm behind you, he is."

It was concurrent with the words.

On both shoulders of the dino, the weight of the scratch rests on it.

Beyond Debias sitting face-to-face. A large, mirrored strut showed a big man laying his hand on both shoulders of Dino.

Large both vertically and horizontally. Is it something like two hundred and thirty centers tall? But not a workout enormity like King Aldia's, but a size that I just think fattened up after an untreated life. Boy, your head is impressive. Your face is also rounded and meaty, so much so that you illusion it's swollen.

The black dress that wears it is about to be cut off. If King Aldia was a lion, this man was a pig, even if he was not inferior.

"... what the heck, dude? It looks brittle. I wouldn't even notice if Oi stood behind me. Is that the kind of guy Oi bothered to deal with? Mr. Debias."

With a thick, prolonged voice as it looks, the big man mocks.

"Hmm? I'm already hungry. I don't remember ordering extra pigs... can you cook them in Teme?

When Dino laughed without looking back, the pressure on both of its shoulders increased.

The giant man's big palm is powered. If you're a regular person, the weight is enough for your shoulders and spine to lift up the stiffness. But I don't even care about the fine dust, and the flaming 'penta' makes tea. To such a transcendent, Debias narrowed her eyes with the ease of introducing her friends.

"He is Chav Dapperve. Originally, I'm going to let you join me in this heavenly banquet."

"Hmm. So, when you hit this pig on me,"

"I plan on doing that. But you don't know what's going to happen is a martial arts festival called Heavenly Bombardment Feast. In the first place, it's possible that it ends without the two of us encountering each other."

Drinking up the rest of the tea, the gentleman took a seat.

"Ma'am, if I met you at the heavenly banquet, I'd appreciate one. It's been a brief greeting, but now you'll excuse me. Let's go, Chav."

He even leaves a refreshing grin as if he had put together a business meeting, and Debias turns back on his heels.

At the same time, the weight disappeared from both shoulders of Dino.

"Kid wow. While you're at it, think about it in your will."

"You can decide whether you want to cook or not. I'll finish what I ordered."

Each other, a glance at the other's face, reflected in a mirrored strut, with an evil grin.

Chav snorted hun and continued after Debias with a heavy foothold.

(I thought it was just a pig... but a boar with fangs is a toco)

Looking behind Chav over the mirror, Dino appreciated the big man that way. I narrow my eyes to see if it's any better. Leaning his shoulder with a grabbed feel, he rang badly.

(even if -)

What I don't understand is the sincerity of a man named Debias.

A heavenly banquet supposedly not uncommon for the dead to come out. Let Chav participate in this martial arts festival and publicly end Dino.

(Sole aiming...... no wonder)

"Originally, we're going to have you join us at this heavenly banquet," Debias said during Chav's introduction. I'll meet Dino, but that means I was planning on putting Chav out from the start.

That Debias called himself Assistant Commander-in-Chief. It won't even be the same as the previous lower end, who can't even deduce the strength of the opponent from the situation of his fellow defeated. Dino's prowess should also be almost exactly grasped. There seemed to be a degree of brains and skill. If...

Nothing. I have some thoughts, and I'm putting Chav in. And in "Follow Me," I'm thinking of ending Dino.

"... Ha"

- Do you treat me secondary?

At least it doesn't seem boring, the Red Lotus man was deepening his grin.

Two people in courtesy go for the midday mess.

"Chav. What do you say, Dino Gailroen?"

"It was a surprise. I thought it was a typical chanter, Maggie... Well, the physical enhancement is extraordinary. I made a fool of myself, Vic."

"Huh?"

That's certainly surprising, Debias said, hammering.

"Penta" is the one who wields the immense power of being born as he thinks. You shouldn't even think about dealing with it in the first place, such as physical enhancement. Make it the same transcendent and be a part of Orchester, if you look at Ninetail, you'll know better.

How a young man who seems to have momentary thoughts - contrary to his apparent appearance, he may be of a solid and cautious character. People don't look like it, Debias nodded. It should be stronger in fact rather than looking strong...... Orchester Kiri militants, that would be the kind of deal that Ninetail and around Theodosius would happily want to kill.

"Whoa, Chav. Gotta be Quindole. I forgot to call you. Will you go first?"

"Aye, wow."

Debias stops, as he recalls, and puts the giant with him ahead. The big chav of the body had a sense of intimidation and the people on the road were clearing the way like they were frightened. Debias, by contrast, avoided his own waves of people and started spinning the art of communication with the wall behind his back.

It's me.

Don't wait, the emotionless voice of Quindor, the head of Orchester, sounds from beyond the correspondence.

"Hey, it's Debias."

'What's wrong?

"Oh, it's about the heavenly banquet... while I'm at it, I've decided to clean up the Dino thing you told me about. He's going to the martial arts festival."

"About Dino? What's a dino? What are you talking about?

"Whoa, you gave the order, didn't you? There's a" penta "in Dino who's shielded, so clean it up."

"Ah...? Was I? Oh, don't even think about it. '

I can see you're responding raw to fit the story.

This man also has a busy body that binds an organization consisting of businessmen on the face and a thousand people on the back. It didn't even seem to remain in a corner of my memory, such as the presence of one 'penta'.

To the right partner as usual, Debias returns a bitter laugh.

'Well, more than that, it's the heavenly banquet that counts. Don't you dare. "

"Yes, I do."

But the truth is, Quindor is right. The thing about Dino, honestly, is just a last resort. It was just a story that he was going to compete in a heavenly banquet, which saved him time.

If this prospect succeeds - everything changes. Common sense covers it.

What changes will the world make as a result?

With an unimaginable future in mind, Debias was feeling faint tension and exaltation without even a pattern.