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

Time goes back a few dozen minutes.

Digos, who had jumped out of the witch's room, was hurrying to take a look.

- "Immortal," Enrokak Stijje is back.

That report received from the soldiers was sufficient to make room lose from the constantly tarnished giants.

Once the refeit had two warriors, the most powerful and famous.

One, Duen Akelone.

And the other...

Selected genealogy, "Thirteen Martial Homes," serving the governor of the Lefe and the "Millennium Parliament". Core to one of them, family of swords. The name is Stijje.

If the family of spears Akelone is the family of assassins, then the family of swords Steige is the undisputed family of warriors.

Families best known for their 'Thirteen Martial Family', fighting and smashing enemies from the front. It was also famous in the country as a family of brave men and had tremendous popular support.

But is it a test or a prank of God?

About thirty years ago, its' precipitation 'appeared in the world without a foretaste, just as an alien genius, abruptly referred to as the' penta '- in the refeit as the' culprit '- occurs.

Enrocak Stijje.

Born into the family of swords, the man was such a delicacy that he was regarded as the best in history. A privileged body. High intelligence. Excellent witchcraft talent.

What was particularly superior was its physical ability to the point of abnormality. As soon as he was born, he said, he let him walk on both his own legs. By the time he was fifteen years old, he had the power to deal with the chanter Mage and the grudge demons and just cross them with his bare hands. Not only that, but it also had a certain special physique, enough to be whispered to the resurgence of Geisserius.

But it was also the price, and everything else was missing.

Unmanned, arrogant shore. The owner of the idea that he is the supreme and, as a general rule, the other is not even in sight. As he grew older, as he grew stronger, his arrogance enlarged rather than lurking in the shadows.

A different, heterogeneous electorate from the 'culprits' who look down on others because of their high abilities. A beast in the form of a person, who has no interest in things like pride or status, and shows no interest other than a strong man and a beautiful woman.

A man who doesn't like it at all beats him, and a woman who likes it at all holds him. 'Millennial parliament' aside, it doesn't even pay respect to the governor of state.

Even though Enrokak was not a 'culprit', the abomination was exactly what it deserved. So much so that it is regarded as' seemingly 'more than real.

Only when, of the family of swords - considered the dark part of the "Thirteen Martial Family" and operated only in simple combat, it became exactly like a weapon - a sword-like being.

It was ten years ago that dissatisfaction exploded, although some "crude phase" had also been acquiesced to, because of the satisfaction of even some gold and women and the tremendous effects of their strength.

A regional nobleman's warrant, who was visiting the capital, was blinded by Enrokak, and 'fed' was the hang-up. My daughter had a fiancée, and the fact that her opponent was from the family of shields also complicated the matter.

The exasperated man of forgiveness was challenged by Enrokak, but was abruptly a payback. Though he didn't get killed, he's probably smashed bones all over his body, and in the end, as a warrior in the shield lineage, he's pushed irreversibly. It was a 'millennium parliament' that did its best to keep its hands unknown to the people, but it must have been an unprecedented stain in the 'Thirteen Martial Family'.

As a result of taking account of previous behaviour, the ruling handed down to Enrokak is solemn. Even the relatives of the same family of swords agreed to this. Thus the cursed sword that scattered the calamity was to be disposed of untouchably.

That night. Packed to Enrokak's bedroom was an elite army of fifty, including the other 'Thirteen Martial Family' warriors.

Before the multitude who had come to kill themselves, Enrokak said, his eyes glowing and saying away.

"I mean... in this place right now, even if it goes wild, is that okay?

Instead, I just laughed that I was waiting for this moment. Like a kid with a new toy in front of him. Some said they even felt such innocence.

One of the soldiers who participated spoke later.

"If you're going to deal with this man, it's not a fight. It will be war," he said.

An unusual change of treatment was decided at the discretion of Khandara Zagga, a heavy town in the 'Millennium Parliament' that was accompanying him.

The damage that will be done by the time Enrokak's Solemnity is formed will be immense. Even if you hit a duen that makes for a double perfection, you're not safe with both of them first. If the refeit does poorly, it will lose the country's two main forces of war at the same time.

In view of those circumstances, Solemn Qing was withdrawn.

Enrokak was stripped of his status as a family of swords and was deported from the country after handing over a certain amount of funds. Many naturally rebelled against this decision, but Kandara, who took the lead, discards it. "You don't actually have him in front of you," he said.

Fortunately Enrokak happily agreed and left the country. Carndala laughs like a loser, as easy as a beast that can be fished with meat.

If anything comes next, than Enrokak is no longer part of the sword lineage, he can also be slashed and thrown away as just an outlaw. Whether it's actually possible or not is another story.

Enrocak thus became a stain on the country itself, a family of swords that continued to produce outstanding warriors… No.

In a sense, a state called Lefe could be said to have broken an individual named Enrokak against him.

In the "Thirteen Martial Family," which is rigorously educated, it is uncertain why demons like him have grown up.

Anyway, the fact that the killer hasn't been back in ten years. This must have been an anomaly when a shock ran all over the castle.

It was an unusual sight that Daigos jumped into sight as he rushed to see it.

Large and quiet slab space. Standing in the center of it is Enrokak Stijje. Despite being an exiled body, the man called the Devil's Sword stands too grandiose.

The number of soldiers surrounded by far-winded windings, roughly twenty. Elites fully armed with spears and armor. But they weren't frightened of a bunch of resentful demons. They were now wolfing just one man forward.

Relative at a distance of about ten miles from Enrokak is Kayer, king of the Lefe, who deposited himself on the throne. The governor, who will be seventy-nine this year, has abominably distorted his wrinkled face. On both sides, the figure of a total of ten samurai. Before the overheterogeneous giants, they were frightened and turned to each other.

The face of the Thirteen Musketeers, lined up to protect its chief and her samurai. Some of them looked like Daigos' brother, Duen. That's right, or I can't see my eldest brother moving bareback.

……

At the same time as recognizing the situation, the tapped thought presents two choices. That is, can I kill you or not? Impossible, the brain makes an immediate decision.

There is no surprising gap. If it develops into 'battle', it will involve the governor and the samurai.

If it were possible for Diegos in the first place, his eldest brother Duen would be killing him.

Enrokaku laughs as he strokes his jaw before a rash like that.

"Huf. If it's been ten years, the face of the" Thirteen Martial Family "will change. I know more than half of them. The governor is very old, isn't he? Magnificent?"

"Hmm. Look at your face. I'm starting to feel bad."

"I can't even. Sure, it's time for eighty, right? Ha ha, you're dying."

To disrespectful remarks, the soldiers around them add a sense of urgency. There are also signs that the attack technique is likely to fly.

The governor raises his hand to control the air.

"Do... what did you go back to doing? Did the money you gave me bottomed out and even come to the rally?

"Ha, I'm not a kid. Thirty-three more for me, too. We're all round, even now."

That's what the big man says and laughs happily as he gets there knocking down soldiers who obstruct the road and keeps his thin dirty boots up on the ground-footed floor.

"I pinched it in my little ear." The Witch of the Divine Domain ". It's very popular this time, isn't it, what the hell... was that your name with Yukiza Xaeli?

Digos realized he would be slightly stiff. Not long after thinking about why, the black giant continues in an unscrupulous tone.

"I saw it in the Daily News, too. If the painting doesn't have a foot color, it's not quite the top ball. There used to be rumors that nobles around here had handcuffed witches, right? It's not a problem for me to turn a witch into my own thing."

"... Governor, grant me permission to draw the sword. You don't need to hear any more of this nonsense."

Quiet voice, even as you conceive of anger.

A serious-looking man with dark hair stretched out to his back was laying his hands on the sword he had raised on his hips.

Rapa Minos, the main family heirloom of the hammer. He is an undisputed powerful man who took the head seat at a young age of twenty-one.

- But.

"N ~... after ten years, the quality of the soldiers has also fallen? Now, there's a miscellaneous fish standing beside the governor who can't even guess his strength. Are you okay?"

Rapa narrowed his eyes to Enrokak's words, which even made him feel discouraged. There is strength in the hand that holds the pattern of the sword.

The governor continues to speak to block it.

"... Hmm, you want 'The Witch of the Divine Realm'? But as you said, you have a good reputation. Come on, I can't do this for you."

"Until you take it with strength."

The "Thirteen Martial Family" warriors set themselves up for that proclamation - sooner rather than later.

Enrokak laughs with his hands wide open.

"And I would have told you that old me. Like I said, I'm round. I'm not gonna imitate that."

Then what are you after?

"Heavenly Banquet"

Low, sounds that word.

"If you win the martial arts festival, you get 10 million dollars and what you want. It's just a decoration, a witch with an insertion and a replacement. You don't have a problem with me winning and getting a witch, do you?

…………

To Enrokak's point, the governor pushed silently.

In conclusion, there is no problem.

The fact is that the "Witch of the Divine Domain" is now nothing more than a decoration, and that it can be replaced. The role of a witch in modern times is, after all, just a customer.

Sometimes, if politically advantageous, nobles were forced to marry them. Like a political marriage, regardless of the will of a witch.

If Enrokaku is right and thinks based on past examples, it is possible to turn over the witch - Sakuragiri.

... The role of a witch also includes the annihilation with her. I mean, sacrifice. If you untie the legacy of the Lefe, there are countless stories of witches who gave their lives to quell the calamity, but witches who risked their lives to stand up to the devil alone. The example of having an earlier nobleman daughter-in-law may also be close to this in some ways.

If we could rule out the scourge of Enrokaku by offering a witch named Sakuragiri, it might even be said that it could play its original role as a 'witch of the divine domain'.

but as a country, the economy is currently being revitalized by the presence of Sakuragiri, a state that is gaining momentum. The truth is that I don't want to give it to this man by mistake, for example.

The governor, Kayer himself, liked Sakuragiri, saying he looked like his grandson. My emotions are seeping into your wrinkled face.

- But.

"If you can't, don't worry about it. It's also one of the charms of the Heavenly Bombardment Festival, it's a condition that you give whatever you want... and it's just a story that can get you killed. I said I'd give you anything, but I wouldn't let one of the women in."

The giant rightly speaks of the concerns that arise in the event of rejection.

"You idiot. Before that, you were able to participate in the martial arts festival."

Rapa mixes and throws up the color of contempt, but Enrokak laughed with his nose that's what it was.

"The chanter Magee, the knight, the mercenary, the adventurer, the" evil one, "even the villain with a scratch on his tibia at the end. Anyone can take part in the Heavenly Banquet, right? Am I the only one excluded? I miss being out of company. I don't mind if I do."

Whoever you are, you can participate in the Warriors' Martial Arts Festival.

Enrokak also appeared on numerous occasions before being deported from the country. As a 'winning officer' if it is not convenient for Duen.

Whatever the circumstances of this man are now, they are circumstances. "I don't deserve you right now," it's easy to poke around.

"Only this black Odysan can't participate with an exception..."

It was a high voice.

Faces of the 'Thirteen Martial Family' standing to protect the governor, one boy walks out of them. When I was old, I was about the same as drift protection and Belgrette. A young man with a face still left young, characterised by short, exposed chestnut-colored hair. Among the elites in the line, their backs are also the lowest and thinnest.

The brave warriors hissed and this airy space near the training ground. The boy was' normal 'enough that his presence seemed out of place.

The young man goes on flat as he looks at the black giant who once held the strongest wing of the refeit.

"Whatever the circumstances, if only this Ozisan were to be banned from appearing, there would be a lot of rumors among the people. It's like saying there's something. After all, there seems to be something going on with him leaving the sword lineage... the appearance of the Heavenly Boom Feast is unacceptable because he cannot be stopped from winning. Like that."

"Ergo, watch your mouth. If you make a mistake, you can say things like that."

"No, no, no, that's why"

He hastily blocks Rapa, who scolds sharply, and the boy - Ergo proclaims.

"Not my opinion. There's definitely someone out there who says that.

Ergo grinned thinly, "So, okay," he muttered, continuing.

"Participate in this Odishan heavenly banquet, if you admit it"

Taking that word, Enrokak looks down at Ergo from the front for the first time. With the kind of gaze that you said you finally recognized its existence.

"Don't you say good Cotto, kid. I know what you're talking about. I don't hate him. What's your name?"

"The family of swords is the next main candidate, Ergo Stijje. Yorosik, Senior Odysan."

"Well, you're my best friend."

"When Odishan was active, I was small, and because I lived in Hakubi territory... you don't know me. Well, I don't know much about Odishan either."

The family of swords is a clan of the great strip consisting of about sixty kinship relatives. Usually each family lives scattered all over the place, and it's not uncommon to not even know each other's faces when it comes to relatives.

Exactly like Ergo and Enrokak, who are now facing each other with a grin.

"So Master Long. I can go to the Heavenly Banquet, right?

The sword boy looks back and asks for the judgment of the governor - but the Lord of the day showed a bewildered face.

"Mmm... but..."

"He said it's okay. I know it's an" outsider "time. I won't win. properly -"

Hiya, and looking back at the giant behind you. Boy, let's go.

"- After I finish this Ozisan, I'll fall off in anticipation of the time."

A provocation that releases the will to kill. but the enrocak of the day exhales deeply. Scratching my head with me, that gaze - looked to Duen Akelone.

"Ah. Yeah, was this the 'take it' time? That's why you're not answering, Duane."

"That sort of thing."

The owner of the spear affirms with a rusty voice.

Once, the two named as the strongest wings of the refe. For the convenience of the country, the two have never crossed blades in the past.

The psychology of Duen, the root assassin temperament, cannot be glimpsed, but Enrokak must have definitely kept thinking.

He wants to fight Duen Akelone.

It was also whispered that the purpose of agreeing to leave the castle in the first place was to free himself from his temper by becoming no longer a person of the 'Thirteen Martial Family' and to be able to fight Duen without later rotting.

"N ~ … Is everything not convenient? I can't help it, I'll give up fighting you. Not this martial arts festival."

"Hey."

A voice full of anger is thrown at Enrokaku, who is likely to spare his fame.

"Odysan, why are you ignoring me?

Ergo, the angry sword boy who could still explode, looks up to the giant who is the edger.

"Am I? Oh, are you leaving, too? Well, good luck."

……

Ergo explodes into Enrokak's attitude of not being in his eyes - faster than

"Aye, okay."

The governor's squeaky but often passing voice echoed during the sight.

"It's Enrokaku. Aren't you going to admit to the heavenly banquet?"

"Governor...!

You know what I'm talking about.

In contrast to Rapa, who raises a protested voice, Enrokak gives a satisfying grin.

"Well... I can win, etc., that's not surprising. Don't complain when you're dead. The Heavenly Banquet is now an unparalleled gathering place for the fierce when you were there."

"F... I hope so"

The threat of the governor is also pointless to the man who once held the strongest wing of the refeit. Rather, it can only be the violent detonator this giant has.

"Well, we've talked about it. Then let me take a look at the witch. You're gonna be my girl."

Soon after who stops.

At the same time as Enrokak's words, a fierce wind broke out during the sight. The candlestick falls and the curtains make a rough noise of rust. The screams of the samurai resonate.

The face of the "Thirteen Martial Families" rolls out their magic to protect the governors, and the soldiers fall into great disfigurement. Diegos put his hands on his knees and put his hands in front of his face.

When I realized, only Enrokak's appearance had disappeared neglectfully.

"Son of a bitch...... no way to the witch!?

"Hurry!"

Soldiers rush after them.

With that look on his ass, the wandering governor turned to Duen.

"Did you head under the saeli...? Duane, take him...!

"Rest assured. He also appeared to attach the promises to participate in the Heavenly Bombardment Festival. Refrain from that martial arts festival and you will not imitate it unscrupulously. It may not be a strong paranoia, either, to say that he's rounded up…"

Nicole laughed, while the spear's eldest brother made a call to his brother.

Diegos, come here for a second.

Going before Duen, who stood next to the governor as he was called, the person at the time looked up at his brother and looked surprised. - You look terrible, like you made it.

"Oh, you're being honest. I think Enrokak headed under Master Saeri... Aren't you worried?

"... I think my brother himself just told the governor not to worry."

In response to his brother's query, which seemed to explore 'something', Digos had answered that sooner than he thought. As if to be enlightened.

In fact, there is a current shield at Sakuragiri's place. I don't need myself popping up right now. Before that, this brother won't allow it.

"Oops, you did. And Ergo. You, too, a little better."

Ergo, the expression that pushed his anger to death, comes as he is called.

A glance at the faces of the two young men of the "Thirteen Martial Family," Duen suggested to the Lord.

"Governor, this heavenly banquet, I'm not coming out. So...... Daigos of my clan, Ergo, heir of the sword, and Hazar from the scepter genealogy. I would be foolish to mobilize the above three people and ask them to take action against Enrokaku."

"Mmm..."

"I will check with Lord Khandara, who is a party to the case, later... I was wondering if you might agree."

"Right, bye..."

Recruiting the roaring governor sideways, with the momentum of Ergo biting.

"Mr. Duane! I'm good enough on my own!

"Hmm. So you think you can beat me one-on-one?

"That's... Mr. Duane and I are going to talk about something else..."

"Enrokak is strong. At least not as good as I am. I confronted him for ten years and realized that his power relationship had not changed."

Looking at the soldiers leaving in a hurry, Duen analyzes so in a flat voice. The governor clouded his expression when he heard the words, which made him anxious. Maybe he's starting to regret admitting Enrokak's appearance with half the momentum.

"Mmm... it's Duen. Things are happening. After all, why can't your Lord compete in the martial arts festival? If the three of you are joined by the Lord, we will surely bring him to justice."

"As I said, it would be possible. Unlike normal times, there is no escape if the stage is a heavenly banquet. With minimal damage, there's a good chance we can put him down. But..."

I had concerns.

This heavenly banquet is expected to have the largest number of participants ever at the moment. One of the reasons why it's so thriving is that it's 'a hit that Duen doesn't participate in'.

It's not hard to imagine buying objection from the vast majority of participants if Duen Akelone were to come here and join the battle abruptly while there are many who don't. Among the 'millennium parliaments', there will be a majority of rebellious opinions. It will also have a significant impact on future entertainment in a bad way.

The governor sighed, "Again?" in such a Duen prevailing explanation.

"If so... them. Using them and turning them over. Look, I don't know what you said."

"" The Demon Martial Artist "Maygas"... right?

"Oh, yeah. Not them."

- "Maygus", a demon martial artist. A bunch of rogues supposedly came from far south to participate in this heavenly banquet.

He says he's staying in this capital since a few days ago. A conspicuously notorious group of crude acts, but its strength is extremely high and is seen as the corner of the winning candidate.

"That's what I was thinking too. Though the three young men in the" Thirteen Martial Family "are not enough to deal with Enrokaku. If you put in any more samurai people, recruit the dissatisfaction of the participants. If so - I thought it would be best to use the participants themselves."

First, hit Enrokak with the Demon Martial Artist "Maygas". They will lose, but they should cause quite a few hand injuries. There, the Digos slap.

"... and it's easy for me to say it with my mouth. Something like whether or not it's going to work."

A banquet of militancy, where a large number of warriors compete for hegemony in a simultaneous sprawl into a forest known as the 'Garden of the Infinite'. I don't know who and who will meet and fight unless that's the beginning. In the process of bonding and beating Enrokak, there is no denying the possibility of unexpected things happening. Rather, the part about not knowing what would happen to such was also the flavor of the heavenly banquet.

"... anxiety is endless. What if it didn't work out the way it was supposed to? It's Duen."

"Of course, I'm sorry to hear that."

Duen tells.

Without changing a single complexion. As is obvious.

"Let's give up the witch."

――――――

Digos' guts were flattered by something.

"Mmm..."

The governor roars heavily.

I guess you still don't want to give up Sakuragiri when you missouri it. Seeing such a complex expression of the Lord, Duen stuck an inorganic grin.

"Regardless, it depends on what you do not do. Wouldn't you? - Digos."

to that smile you try,

"... oh"

Just low, that's what Digos returned.

"Ergo, please."

"... Yep. I know, I know."

The boy of the sword, who had previously been silent, also nods with a reluctant look.

"Well. Shall we go to Master Saeri, Digos? The soldiers will be overloaded."