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

"Hmm. Heh-heh."

Sakuragiri's nose, who works in room cleaning, sounds comfortable in her ears.

"I'm not in the mood."

"Well, I guess so."

If Digos, watching how it went, spoke, the witch was a little embarrassed as she prepared the duvet.

I guess I can't wait for the drift guards to come. I wonder if that's impossible either, and the giant looks behind her.

A girl who is celebrated as a special being and can hardly even make friends. Until he came to the land, he said he was really just a student. Spending time with the homeless must be a precious moment where you can expose the vegetarian self.

"No, I don't think so."

Wipe the sweat off your forehead, put your hands on your hips and a witch looking over the room.

"Dawu, Dawu, let's go get some ice cream!

"Again."

In the form of an arm drawn to Sakuragiri, he left the room behind.

We'll be in the dining room soon, that was then.

"This is... Dear Saeri"

One man appeared, treading a guillotine and a floorboard from the side road.

……

Sakuragiri opens her eyes wide.

Tall and small fat. Bald old man with a head. My eyes are dripping sloppily and my front teeth are popping out of my thick lips. I'm not the kind of man who can even praise his appearance for his flattery, but the blue robe that surrounds him is the finest substitute. It shows the height of that identity.

The supreme group of exchangers who preside over a country called Lefe, the 'Millennium Parliament'. One of them, Khandara Zagga.

A bigoted and arrogant old man, a man of an easily neglected nature from around him, but also the oldest old stock of ginseng within the 'Millennium Parliament'. That statement is strong. There was a tendency to support conservative policies, and approval or disapproval was to be greatly parted from the decisions taken in one case ten years ago.

Regardless of that internal affair, there would be no difference that Sakuragiri is a person of a nature he doesn't like - I think it was Digos.

……

Looking down at the witch standing next to herself, the giant frowns slightly.

I guess Sakuragiri doesn't feel comfortable about this old nobleman, as you would expect. That's for sure.

…………

Sakuragiri's expression, slightly turned away from Kandara, was bitterly distorted by the outspoken. Obviously in an unusual way.

"Are you going to the dining room?"

Are you aware of such a witch or not, Kandara says with a narrow smile.

"... Yes. … excuse me, I will"

Answering in a whispering voice, the witch starts walking early enough. The old nobleman had such a thin and grinning look at her hindsight as a nitanita.

…………

to Diegos, who observes that silently,

"... what is it, Digos? Another witch's guardian? Well, it's an easy job."

Left to say in a disgusting tone, the old man also left again.

"I thought!

Sakuragiri somehow turned to Belgrette and Diegos with a good face,

"Soil attributes, don't you?

I let that happen.

"Oh... if you ask me, I've never seen or heard of it"

But I'm also convinced of drift protection.

Speaking of attributes I've seen and heard before - flames, water, thunder, ice, wind. Unique things like the light attributes of Dean Nastadio that it is rare, the absorption of opts, and the fusion of kinzols.

We have yet to see the attributes of such systems as earth and earth. If it's a game or something, isn't it a relatively popular category?

But to raise such questions in Sakuragiri,

"Soil... Attributes?

"Why dirt?"

The two Grimcrows dwellers were tilting their necks.

"That was an unexpected reaction...... Then I guess there's no earthly attribute."

"Hmmm... you never heard of me"

According to Belgrette and Diegos, such attributes have never been heard of at all. Instead, he said he didn't know why 'dirt' came out.

"'Cause look! Don't you feel like Mr. Ogo is an earthly attribute? Even the warriors of the earth, absolutely!

"Ohhhh! That's amazing. I know, warrior of the earth! Yes, he's going to use throwing moves and stuff, that's right! He's going to try a lion with an adult ritual or something."

When two people from Japan nod while taking a serious look at Digos,

"... tell me what... tell me...?

Rarely had the giant man wandered.... I think I'm just pulling it off.

I've been trying to get your opinions together a lot.

"Hmmm...... maybe there's no such thing as an attribute of what you touch? Soil, matter or object... you feel like a clear 'thing', don't you?

Sakuragiri made such a hypothesis.

"That's the same as water and ice. What? I'll touch it."

"But water and ice can also make you gaseous, right?

"Hmm, is that what...? Well, it seems certain that it doesn't have earthly attributes, and would you like to report this to Dr. Locke? It might help."

Make a note of the parchment I took out of the bag so I don't forget. This may also have been discovered because it was a conversation with Sakuragiri, a Japanese.

Sakuragiri groans with envy as she watches how Liu Shi takes notes.

"Dr. Locke, hey. Dr. Iwawa...... is that it? It's comforting to have the same Japanese around, isn't it? Nice, I want to see you."

"Stop it, stop it. You're a pervert. That guy. You've had a depressing day shadowing your daughter on a thirteen-year-old female student..."

I was just having such a conversation, and the door to the room was knocked off busily.

"What?"

When Digos responded, it was the red-armed soldier who showed up.

The still young soldier ears at the giant with some serious face. So - obviously, Digos' face got worse.

……

Oh, and drift protection is distracting.

Diegos, who always stands tall and has an invincible grin. The look that such a man gave me, a look that seemed both stunning and impatient.

The man turned his face to the shepherds,

"We have an emergency. I'm gonna take it off a little bit."

When I told him so unilaterally, he jumped out of the room with the soldier.

"Is something wrong...?

"That's unusual. That face of Digos..."

"Mm-hmm... but I'm fine. This is a castle. Whatever it is, there's Mr. Ogo and the Thirteen Musketeers."

Then often, the three of us were interested in chatting.

If Lifeguard talks about Raindeer, I'm jealous of Western fantasy! and Sakuragiri shines his eyes. If Sakuragiri explained the training of "The Witch of the Divine Domain," she said she was full of stomach just to talk about it.

Speaking of which, isn't there an oak or an elf in this world? Grievances are like monsters, too, but the names are all unique - and Sakuragiri raises questions again. Liquid protection convinced, and Belgrette wondered.

The two Japanese explain this to the girl knights of different worlds. General creative fantasy thing. About the game. Again, it seemed difficult for Belgrette to understand because of the differences in common sense and feeling that she was born with.

- So, how much time would have passed?

"No, we talked. We talked! Maybe for the first time since I came to this world. We talked so much!

Sakuragiri looks up at the ceiling satisfactorily.

"Both of you, thank you. You came here for work, but you asked me to go out with you..."

"No, don't worry about it"

"Ha. I'd love to go to Raindeer someday too..."

Pretend to say goodbye. Sakuragiri shrugged so lonely.

………

I keep my mouth shut on her like that.

I can assure you that I am still fine.

I came to this world and blessed my companions and the environment in which they live. I don't know, I'm having a busy day right now.

But Sakuragiri is different.

Days spent celebrated, deified and isolated as' Witches of the Divine Domain '. It's also difficult to make friends. If you have to, it's not impossible to quit the witch and escape. In fact, some have quit doing so in the past.

However, in the case of Sakuragiri Yukizaki, it is extremely difficult.

An anecdote about a sudden appearance in a city square or a peculiarity that has never been witched before: not dealing with the Divine Chant "Oracle" without the soul and mind "Prarna". Perimeter perception and expectation that this witch is special. The country shouldn't let go easily.

Even if you could quit being a witch.

In Sakuragiri Branch, which cannot use the divine chant "Oracle", there is no art "Suzu" to live in this world.

No matter how much the refeit considers the Divine Chant "Oracle" as a shackle, it makes no difference that it is a necessary force in life.

I can't even use the technique that is God's grace, I don't have the ability to be like a drift shield without strengthening my body. There's no one I can count on.

What kind of life would be forced outside for Sakuragiri, a Japanese who is only a girl and knows neither the right nor the left, to leave this castle?

Sakuragiri was not elected from among the people of Lefe. He's a lost Gentile. I just quit being a witch, and I have no place to go home.

In Sakuragiri Sukizaki - there is no alternative but to continue living here.

"That's it. It's... it's coming again."

"... Ugh. Please wait."

Sakuragiri smiles and nods at that promise, which won't come true easily. I know it's a superficial greeting.

I felt itchy in my teeth when I could only say words on the top like that.

- It was that moment.

Heavy room doors open roughly.

At the same time, the three drifters turned their faces to the entrance.

……

Digos is back - not of.

For a moment, the shield illusioned the man as a giant.

So big. Far more than Diegos.

How tall can you reach? It may be more than two meters and fifty centimeters. Obviously a higher torso than King Aldia. The skin is brown, close to unlimited black, with lumpy muscles. Wrapping such flesh is a cluttered tailored garment that only appears to be worn out, like peeling and rubbing the raw skin of a beast.

Short, round black boy head, gigantic eyes with glitter. Golden piercing through thick lips. The big man, who looked like a bandit or something, was standing there in our face.

But this is in the castle. Not to mention this place, the 'Witch of the Divine Realm' room. There can be no such thing as thieves or bad guys. If so, who the hell is it?

inconclusive drift protection. Approximately,

"N to… completion. Is this the witch this time? More than I've ever seen in a painting."

With a low voice echoing at the bottom of his belly, the black giant nodded his tongue with Veroli.

"Well, who is it? Like this too big a basketball player."

Jump a little and you'll be releasing the dunk chute. Even looking at Sakuragiri, she shook her neck left and right with a frightened face.

"Hum......, Pep"

The big man spits and discards dirty on the spot and enters the room in a disgraceful and dignified foothold. - The aim is Cherry Blossom Branch without even thinking about it.

I don't know what it is, but I was only certain that this man wasn't a bunch of people.

"Wait a minute, you. What the hell."

The raised drift shield cracks and enters.

……

The black giant leaned his neck just to say that he had first noticed the existence of drift protection here.

- Moment after moment, Arisu Current Protection blew away.

"but bah......!?

On the impact of a slap on the back, air from the lungs is pushed out.

I thought I heard Bellette and Sakuragiri screaming, but I couldn't recognize them due to severe pain and shock. Face. Left cheek. Blunt pain in the back, too.

If you look up hard, a man who hasn't even seen this one is standing with his left arm swinging horizontally through him. And I'm sitting on my back with the wall. I mean...

(Back, fist...!

With a left back fist unleashed by the man, the driftshield was blown away and slapped against the wall. I got a light fist and they let me down lightly -.

(What... me, but...? Easy, simply... take a direct hit...!?

"... ugh!

Even as I tried to get up, my knee laughed and I got my buttcake on.

"What are you doing!

Belgrette, who instantly summoned the water sword, finds herself at ease. The man also turned his eyes to her like he had first noticed.

"N ~? A western woman? It looks superb, but look at the dolls that are too decadent. I don't think you can soften your forefingers. I knew you were a woman."

Remove your gaze from Belgrette for lack of interest, and its cloudy, cloudy eyes capture the witch.

"I prefer this kind of choy plain."

I could hear Sakuragiri breathing.

Yellow white eyes. Dark pupils. A gaze of all malice that seems to be able to mausoleum people with only their eyesight.

"Don't be so frightened. Nothing. Let's take it and eat it. Well, it's better if you're scared."

A big man who tries to distort his thick lips into a grin and pack them into a cherry branch.

faster than Belgrette interrupts,

"Wait, there's this Dek boy black edition."

From behind, a raised driftshield was grabbing the man's left shoulder.

but that opponent doesn't even look back.

Like getting rid of annoying bugs. A giant's right back fist, wielded with a tremendous roar, targets the face of the drifting shield in a shouting orbit.

But by the blow ahead, the boy is switching to full combat thinking.

Don't take it or avoid it. The drift guard intercepted this with the upper cut to the right, slapping his upper arm and kachi up.

Grab both shoulders of the giant as they are and force them to turn around with a strong force that will probably turn.

A black big man with a slightly surprising look. Eye to eye, the drift shield swung.

"Hello. In the meantime... die."

Keep the momentum going and release the upper-right kick.

Upper section, true to the basics, depicting a stretching track. Nevertheless, that's the height difference until it's horrible. That blow can only reach the man's chest at best. Yeah, well, that's fine. I'll crush your sternum.

- But.

Gyololi, and. The man's yellow eyes swell.

Thus, the giant stood his left arm astonishingly agile. Rooted somewhat, defensive setup.

This enemy - as is natural.

"Reacted" to Arizona Current Protection's kick.

(-, Koitsu......!

be prevented. This big man is equipped with all that skill and stubbornness -

The giant's big eyes opened up even bigger. Floating is a surprising color.

Gurin, and.

A kick in the stream protection was abruptly altering its orbit. The kick, which was stretching to the man's chest, descends at a right angle and strikes its thick left leg. A dry sound echoed like a whip slapped.

"... oh!?

The black giant, slapped on the leg by a strong "did", drops his knee slightly.

Beyond which the long body leaned,

(Go to sleep, bokeh -!)

The fist of driftshield was waiting.

It's like a geyser. The upper cut on the left captures the man's jaw, engages his guts and teeth, and jumps straight up. A complete, unparalleled clean hit rocks the man's trunk.

The giant, who turned away, took a few steps...

"Huh, wo..."

He didn't fall down and held out as he deserved.

――――

What surprised me was the shield.

It was a blow I let go with the intention of knocking it down. Same even for a kick that changed track. It was a blow I was going to break my leg. I still have a definite response, both on my fist and on the back of my leg.

But - although it glistened slightly and was bleeding from the edge of his mouth, the black giant stood flat.

(This guy...)

That's not all.

I changed the kick track in the first place because I intuited it would be prevented. This opponent saw a kick in the stream protection.

"... don't you do it, little one"

Wipe the blood off your lips and let the big man get his first bounce into your sight properly.

The gaze you look down on is arrogant shore. At last, as if I had admitted that I was enough to perceive.

"... Temehe to say so is no big deal, black bald boy. I don't know who it is, but just retire your life here. Help me."

The discarded drift shield took the steps as usual - not taking steps, but standing with his arms up.

It's not that you don't take steps. I can't step on it. Earlier damage had not yet been removed. Unexpectedly, so much so that the strong trash talk leaks.

(... you big fat ass...)

First time in a Grim Crows person.

Even an unharmed blow probably won't fall. On the contrary, it is responding flatly. It's following the drift protection movement.

"Fighting" is established against the protection of the sea currents in this world.

(Holy crap...)

Total furrow. Right hand finger makes crisp noise. No tricks. No tricks, no tricks. You can punch in with 'all the best'. Such an opponent.

Exactly one-touch instant.

At that moment when both sides tried to cross again,

"There he is!

"What are you going to do?"

Stepping on the floor, nearly ten soldiers crept in. They are fully armed. Cover yourself with red armor, put up a long spear, and put the drift guards on a faraway roll - no, alert the black giant.

"In the witch's room......!

"Get out! Get out of here now, Enrokaku!

The soldiers are in desperate shape, to the black giant - poking a spear at a man called Enrokak.

"Kukku... a frightened, flipped voice. What about your majesty as a soldier?

Enrokak's words were shooting at the target.

A black giant nestled flat. Soldiers showing a tight shape while their weapons are surrounded by their hands. It was clear to everyone's eyes which was the mighty one.

And - there is no one to follow, such as a threat without power.

"Get out of here, big guy. Why don't I knock him out?

Even though the situation is completely unclear, the flow shield breaks in.

"Ki, you! Stop it! Don't provoke that man!

If you try to be soldiers who don't know the power of drift protection, it might be a natural word. but in any case, this is Sakuragiri's room. We need to beat this uninvited guest out.

If the soldiers can't do it, they have to do it.

"That's it."

It was rusty, a thin voice.

Enrokaku, surrounded by soldiers, never moved, moves a pickle and a frown. The red armor, which was killing at the entrance and exit of the room, split left and right to make way.

It's two men walking in.

One is Diegos. But on that face, there is no usual invincible grin. Just faceless. From that face, I can't read my emotions.

And the other, skinny guy. Similar threads to Digos. Is the back length much smaller than its Digos, about one hundred and eighty centimeters? Clothing is also a simple archaeological outfit, and I don't see any features like this. The harder it is to find a standout, the more you can call a man with no philosophy whatsoever. But somewhere, it drifts like a hungry wolf. Was it this man who threw the voice of restraint?

Call the name as Enrokak had been waiting for.

"That was late, Duane."

"Get out of the room, Enrokak."

Short exchanges.

(What's Duen...)

Lifeguard turns his gaze to the man, who should have no deviation whatsoever. Smaller and leaner than the soldiers around. At first glance, a young man who seems to be everywhere. But this man is the brother of Diegos, the most powerful warrior of the refe. Duen Akelone.

Such a boy's gaze, the skinny wolf and the black giant stare at each other.

Together, we had a thin grin that seemed to be leaking some pleasure.