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

"Nice day."

A girl knight who looked up to heaven, nodding at the words of Bellette Fizz Gertirude.

Her beautiful long hair in a deep blue flashed into the wind. There are unspeakable temperaments on its side and standing that are too neat, and even though it has been three months since we met, Arisu Current Protection can still be viewed as stunning.

One of the major events in the refeit witchcraft "Fujitsu" Shinto "Kokoku" - Heavenly Boom Feast, that day.

Ever since the early morning, it was clear and clear.

I don't care what happens to this event when it rains, etc.

"Mm-hmm. Looks like you're ready."

Looking up at the blue sky in front of the inn where I've been staying for a while now, the man opened the door and appeared.

Blonde hair close to the kid. Sharp "Ma Ni". Above all, a striking, black courtesy look reminiscent of the mafia on a mouthcloth covering the whole from the nose down. Gonder Shrimp Seal, a chanter who makes himself a mercenary and makes himself the son of "Travel Inn/Shrimp ~ L" and calls himself a Misty Ice Mage. This man, as if packed with odd traits, is also one of the participants in the same martial arts festival as Liquid Protection.

"Okay, let's try to make our way"

To Gonder's words, Lifeguard and Belgrette nodded loudly.

After 7: 00 a.m.

Rocked by a carriage, the three of them, Liquid Protection, Belgrette and Gonder, were aiming for a vast forest - the garden of "Mugguku", which is located in the western part of the capital.

"It's a capital I've lived in for a long time since I was born... but I'll be the first to go into the woods, too."

"Really?"

To the emotional gonder, the drifting guard returns the gavel while drinking the water from the water bottle.

The "Garden of the Infinite", which has long been the setting for heavenly banquets, is usually forbidden to enter and placed under the strict control of the country.

A continuous forest of trees that developed so strongly and so greatly that even during the day the dark darkness spreads with so many branches and no attack technique. Naturally because it's all over the city, but of course there's no such thing as a dangerous creature.

One of the sanctuaries in the refé meant that he was a gonder somewhere proudly explaining that, but he looked out the window and groaned pompously.

"Mm-hmm. I can see you."

The drift guards sighted out as well - intact, blinded.

"Oh, wow..."

"... of the city... I can't believe there's such a nature in the walls...!

If you noticed, you'd lost sight of the artificial building.

What jumped into my sight was a deep green earth, pulsating beyond what I thought was the inside of the wall. A rocky mountain full of ups and downs or a lake reflecting a clear blue sky.

The wagons of the drifting escorts continue on the relaxed main road that stretches beside them. Soon, I was running back and forth with a couple of other carriages in a row.

"Ooh... another carriage when I realized it. Is that a participant on board too?

"Now, are you a participant or a tourist? Whatever it is, we got here early, so good, but it'll be crowded soon."

Often you go down a path surrounded by cut cliffs.

- Arrival.

Vision opened at the same time as Gonder's words, and it appeared.

A bunch of trees lined with blacks. How tall is the tree? Fifty meters could be over graceful. The trees that have developed abnormally are frighteningly high, and the growing leaves are even intimidating as if they were covered.

It's like, a black wall.

It's better to describe it as a demonic forest than a sanctuary - is that a punishment?

"Wow... is this the 'garden of infinity'... Hmm!?

Liu Shi accidentally peeled off his eyes and looked twice.

Trees that soar high. A large river surrounding it like a moat.

And it gathers to further surround that river - a vast wave of people.

How many people will it be?

In middle school, Stream Protection remembered an outdoor concert of a band that was taken by his childhood friend Colorful Flowers. Just as far as I can see from here. Probably, it's over a thousand excellent. It is not the ratio of the number of people who were gathered in the museum in the King's Capital terrorist attack earlier.

There were dozens of rows of stone galleries lined up in front of the river, where people relaxed thoughtfully. They are dotted with towers resembling large stone columns and pool watchtowers. Each one seems to be set up to surround this forest from all directions.

"This... Guys, are you an audience..."

That's not all.

There are also a number of shops in the vicinity of the guests' seats, which are very busy.

The forest and the people surrounding it. The carriage goes around its exterior in a far-flung direction, but the waves of people never break. I heard there would be a lot of audiences, but this was more than I expected.

"How many people are there, this..."

"It will still be. I heard from my father this morning that he sold 30,000 tickets."

"Come on..."

I mean - eventually, 30,000 people gather here.

He said that one hundred and eighty-nine of the participants were the highest ever, but that the audience of thirty thousand people also didn't remember it as far as Gonder knew.

That's how I arrived at the stop, more than enough to get around the woods and people.

As I stepped out of the carriage, I was engulfed in a tremendous fervour. It won't be just because of the high temperatures.

Successive carriages also arrive continuously, descending on men who seem to be bent on it, or groups of family-friendly and ethnically costumed people.

The opening ceremony is at 9 a.m. I can still afford the time. For one thing the three of them decided to travel as far as the viewers' seat in Belgrette because even if they stopped here they would be disturbed.

"Hey... what is that?

The viewer's seat was as far as I could see without any change in philosophy, but as a drift shield, there were objects that I've always cared about.

Further ahead of the front row of seats. Across the aisle - is there about five meters vertical and ten meters horizontal? There was something like a black, rectangular metal plate. The colors are pitch-black, but polished out like mirrors, reflecting the people and scenery around. At first glance, it was also like a super giant LCD monitor. But naturally, there can't be such a thing in this world.

It's not just here if you look at the other audience seats, it's quite a distance away, but the same thing was installed at equal intervals.

Gonder answers the question.

"That's Blackwater Mirror," The Candlestick. "

"Candlestick...?

"Uhm."

The two "pentas" present in the refe - in this country we call them the "culprits" - are one-wing, Zeilin Yuente.

Zeilin has mastered the divine chant Oracle, the art of far-sightedness that allows him to see distant scenes. but there are rare transcendents. Her unique ability allows her to reflect her glimpses into mirrors, crystals, etc.

In other words, Zeilin captures the battle taking place in the woods and projects it into that giant black water mirror installed in the audience.

Because of their nature, heavenly banquets often occur simultaneously in multiple locations, special methods are used to capture them.

Numerous small black water mirrors are installed in the forest trees. Zeilin captures and projects those captured sights, simultaneously reflecting them in the huge mirror of the audience.

It was Belgrette who heard such an explanation and gave me a stunned look.

"... while out in the woods, I heard you could watch the game... That's more than I expected..."

What surprised me was that the same thing happened to drift protection. but it was a surprise in a different direction than Belgrette.

(I mean... it's like a camera and a monitor...)

Everyone watches the footage of a fixed point camera set up in the woods on an audience monitor.

I looked at the blackwater mirror installed huge and thought it looked like an LCD monitor. It was a drift protection, but it seemed like a big win to think about the use.

Regarding the provisions of the heavenly banquet, etc., I somehow grasped them by the forms that were given to me at the time of registration and by the materials that Belgrette had been examining in the library, but for such entertaining parts it was a no-touch.

Indeed, the Battle Royal takes place in the depressed woods. I was wondering how the guests would watch the game. I was casually thinking that there would be something to be done there with the Divine Chant "Oracle," but I didn't know there was a "penta" that could be so imitated...

When the drift protection was unexpectedly roaring in my heart, the people around me began to bother.

We're all getting closer to the carriage aisle. He began to appear on his knees and even to those who prayed.

"What's all this fuss..., oh?

The pavement behind the audience seat, where the carriage still hiccups in.

There - even let the harsh atmosphere prevail and one carriage appeared. Its large body, luxuriously and brilliantly decorated, also looks like a holy shrine.

"Mm... that's a line of governors"

I snorted so much that it was Gonder's word.

"Ah."

Peek through the window of a passing carriage, its side.

Rugged long dark hair. of this world...... there is no depth of carving, mainly like the Raindeer people, but a modest neat noticeable nose. Pure white witch outfit.

Even the gathered people raise their voices with the witch, the witch.

"... Sakuragiri"

There's no way I could have heard such a whine of frivolity in the midst of a shitty crowd wave and bustle.

But in good time, she turned her face out the window.

Stream protection and - overlapping gaze.

That's a flash, too. Making noise with the gatagotto, the luxurious carriage on the witch slowly passed.

"... what the hell, Sakuragiri guy"

Eh, and the drift shield hits the tongue.

"Lugo?"

"No. I'm going to die, and I'm going to see some cute creatures."

"What eyes... But Saeri, she seemed kind of sad."

"You think I'm gonna lose. He said he'd skip his liver."

Lifeguard made me laugh invincibly.

"The two of you will be there."

A soldier in the guidance bows his head up.

"Uhm."

The governor, Kayer, nodded heavily,

"Wow..."

From Sakuragiri's mouth, there was an accidental leak of admiration.

Scenic seats set around the woods. A stone building that soars high in it. High ground, would be right. From the feel of Sakuragiri, the look of the school auditorium has multipled its stage. I wonder if it's as tall as a four-story building.

On top of that was a seat reserved for royalty officials. The governor, the "Thirteen Martial Family," and the witch will be here to watch the Heavenly Boom Feast.

"Well, let's go, Saeri."

"Ah... yes"

Encouraged by the governor, Sakuragiri began to climb the stairs.

Scenic seats at heights are naturally also a long staircase to get there.

"Hey, hey..."

It seemed harsh on an elderly and weak ankle governor, letting him out of breath about inside.

With that in mind, every part of the staircase leading up to the straight line was provided with a dance floor. If you really consider it the most, you won't make a tournament seat in such a high place - it was Sakuragiri, who I think, but the age of seventy-nine for National Governor Kayer is the oldest ever, even as a historical governor. I guess this old man will be the exception.

They used to wizard as one warrior belonging to the family of bows, Kayer Frejetonta, but now I can't feel the shadow of it.

Reaching the dance floor at a pace, Sakuragiri spoke to the next governor of state.

"Let's get some rest, Governor."

"... Huh, I'm sorry... let's sweeten it to words. I don't want to be old."

With his hands on the anti-fall fence, the old king breathed heavily.

"I'm sorry, Saeri."

Weak, grumbling so as to confess.

"What..."

If you turn your face accidentally, the Lord of one country was depressed by the fact that the bats looked bad.

"The Enrokaku thing... makes me nervous. Speaking of which, I'm still responsible for allowing him to appear..."

…………

"We are not going to let the face of the 'Thirteen Martial Family' do all we can. But......"

"………… no,"

Sakuragiri also missed his face unwillingly again,

(... ah...)

I'm in sight.

Far down. A little further than the audience seats where people gather, in a corner of the pavement.

Duen Akelone and the young men of the "Thirteen Musketeers" who will participate in this heavenly banquet. Among them, the figure of Diegos stands out.

"- That's it for the explanation. Any questions?

Pale with an outline he previously spoke about, Duane looks over at the same face.

Three Spear Warriors, Digos Akelone, Sword Warrior Ergo Stije and Wand Warrior Hazar Envilleo, unfold while avoiding a futile battle. As soon as we discover the magician Maygus, we will restrain him, direct him to associate him with Enrokak. Deep pursuit is strictly forbidden. Leaving if deemed dangerous.

No questions asked, simple assignment.

"It's easy for me to explain it in words, but the success rate is low. But you don't have to be nervous."

With a thin voice, continue without taste.

"It's a martial arts festival every few years. Enjoy each one."

Digos lifts his face unexpectedly to a tongue that doesn't sound like his eldest brother.

Then, the gaze staggered from the head.

Duen's face as thin and sharp as a hungry wolf. The edge of the mouth that symbolizes a slight grin. And a sharp eye that hasn't even laughed a little.

"Whatever the case, don't let the" Thirteen Musketeers "lose their character. Please don't put mud on my face, Diggos."

Like exploring, like trying. My oldest brother throws with a warm smile.

"If you are too 'unworthy'... you must also look at leaving Midir College."

"I understand."

What would the eldest brother have thought to his brother, who answered without changing his complexion? Okay, nod small,

"Then let the three of you be protected by the god of war, Sawamori."

Words of prayer were there, and Duen turned his heels back and left without sound or signs.

"Digos... what happened with Lord Duen?

Speaking to whisper looking behind the head of the spear was Hazar Envilleo, a young family of wands. Age is the same as Diegos eighteen. He is a young man with bright brown hair cut patsy over his eyes and a mushroom-like hairstyle, seemingly without any weird philosophy. But he was a promising militant of the wand lineage, specializing in one-to-many.

"I felt the tingling air when I did it..."

"It's my fault. Nothing."

"Yeah. Ma, that's good. Let's pull the shoulder out and do it. Hey, Ergo."

As Hazar casually put it, Ergo was silent. Standing face to face over the woods.

The youngest category of "Thirteen Martial Family" warriors. A sixteen-year-old boy with a young face and narrow lines.

Before the feast of Wu, which will be my first participation, I am nervous - not of. Faces that even remained unbearable were faceless as if they had shredded their emotions.

"Oh, come on, Ergo. What happened to you?"

"... nothing."

He didn't hear me.

The sword boy, who was supposed to be somewhat of a bright character, just kept staring into the woods with his lost eye of color.

Flashy fireworks are struck twice, shaking the atmosphere with even vibrations.

Shortly afterwards, huge ripples emerged in the blue, clear sky.

"Whoa, that's..."

I also look familiar with drift protection.

Oracle, the divine chant of communication. That oversized ripple, which was being deployed by King Aldia and Jindim over the King's capital terrorist attack.

"It was forty minutes before the opening ceremony! All contestants, gather in the east square of the" Garden of the Infinity "!

The voice of a woman who often passes sounds.

"Mm-hmm. Sounds like time."

"Do it or something."

Gonder and Liquid Protection, who were relaxing on the lawn behind the audience, twisted their bodies and stood up just tired of waiting.

The brochure explains the rules that will bring all the players together from now on. And the opening ceremony. Then it spreads out into the woods and the battle begins.

The venue itself was terribly wide in the first place, so there seemed to be quite a distance between the east square and the dot.

"Bye, Bell. I'm coming."

"Ugh, yeah......"

Belgrette nodding seems anxious to see. If it hadn't been for Myol or Sakuragiri, he might have pulled it off.

"Lugo...... Mr. Gonder too. To both of you, there is no protection for Wetelivia."

Together, the devout girl prayed too politely.

"Mm-hmm. Pray to me and others without a body. Let's do everything we can about Lord Myol."

A fisted gonder in the palm of his hand lowers his head at forty-five degrees.

"Leave it to me. Come home with a win at your leisure, monitor there... look in the mirror."

I smiled and thumbed up, and the drifting guard turned back on his heels as well.

Do you want to go, Mr. Gonder?

"Hmmm. Shall I come...!

The two men side by side and head to the battlefield.

Ergo and Hazar each headed to their own relatives to greet them before their departure.

Speaking of Digos, it's my two brothers who are coming to this place. My elder brother, the Lord, sits in the explanatory seat. My second brother... is the kind of guy who doesn't have a problem calling himself the nastiest guy in the refeit. You won't even have to go out.

Above all. If you have thought about what you are about to exchange, which side can you lower to say hello, etc.?

"Mr. Ogo!

Turning to that voice, the witch almost let her breath out and rush over.

Probably because I've rushed down the long stairs of the Royal Games Seat all at once. He's sweating his shoulders up and down, but the girl just faces the giant guy saying it's not the other way around.

"Oh, um... Mr. Ogo"

"Why don't you shut your wet eyes? It's like dropping off someone who's going to die."

"Because..."

Sakuragiri relaxes and pushes silently.

While surrounded by the hustle and bustle, a moment of silence descended between them.

"... it's Saeri. It's time to assemble. I'm coming."

…………

Don't worry about it.

Talk to the girl with the face that doesn't float. As much as possible, to relieve anxiety. Mocking himself that it was a story that didn't suit me, that didn't seem right.

"Wait in peace. Always… I will open up your Lord."

out of fear that he might be handed over to Enrocak. "The Witch of the Divine Domain," from its duty.

"... hehe. I kind of want to dream."

That said, Sakuragiri finally looks up.

"That's what Dago said to me then. Every time I woke up in the morning, I thought that was a dream. I wonder if it was a dream that Ogo would say something cool like that. That's what I thought."

But anyway.

It's not a dream, is it?

"... oh"

The giant snorts and says. From a girl far smaller than herself, slightly out of her eyes.

"Keep dreaming, I won't let it end."

"........................... yeah"

He was about to disappear.

And breathe as if you've made up your mind about something.

"Thank you, Ogo. - Come on in."

With a clear smile and no cloudiness. Yukizaki Sakuragiri sent out a man.

…………

One, walking on the lawn, Digos Akelone thinks.

The girl showed it to me when we broke up, that smile.

Not many times before, I've seen it. I've seen a soldier with that face. In a place of struggle.

That's - the human expression Kao, who decided to "be ready".

If Enrokaku wins and Sakuragiri's handover is confirmed. Or at the heavenly banquet, if there was an 'unfortunate accident' in Digos. Perhaps she...

"... decide on a belly that doesn't look good."

Unusual for an oligarchy man, a foolish soliloquy leaked.

"The Witch of the Divine Domain" is now a shape-shaped tradition that only celebrates and worships a girl with no power whatsoever. This status quo is like hunting down such just a girl and making her sad resolve.

- At least.

From this situation, where there is no escape, I will try to pull it out.

……

The feast of the mighty hissing militant. I was surprised to see this roster of participants.

It's not just Enrokaku and Shiatsu. Regular Greefoot Martyhawk and Badaluye Becker, who have competed as a matter of course. At the end of the day, there was even the name of Dino Gailroen.

The suspicion that you can win, it sticks like a curse. But still, you have to win.

The giant man raised his face with determination.

"Hey, Digos."

A prolonged, light-hearted voice that takes from flanking there.

"Holy shit, whoa, look at me. Are you in a good mood?

One of my people dared to drop off a greeting. My second brother LaDale, who collapsed in his clothes as usual, was about to come here again, just as casual as usual.

"Finally."

In a light condition, slap my brother on the shoulder. The opposite of Sakuragiri. To my second brother, who was too ordinary, Digos was zero with nature.

"… brother. Why did you help me train you?"

Ladeil naturally knows everything from that standpoint, too.

Enrokaku's victory shall mean the handover of Sakuragiri. That the 'mission' that Digos is about to come from now on is nothing more than a form. If you think about it in time, that Daigos' act of trying to help Sakuragiri is by no means acceptable.

Understanding that, this second brother was attached to his brother's adjustment for the Heavenly Boom Feast. Offer it yourself, too.

"Because you..., how far is Park Min-jin, this brother haha"

She was disturbed and clapped her shoulders. But do look at it.

"It's natural for a brother to give a hand to his troubled brother, isn't it?

"... what are you up to"

"Wow, wow. Oh. You used to be an honest, good kid. Brother, after me, follow me. I don't know where I got twisted like this."

I was a ladile sighing exaggerated, but I immediately narrowed my eyes to "no,"

"... in a way, are you back in time? I don't care. I'm fighting for one girl."

Yes, I smiled.

"Anyway, unlike my bigoted idiot brother, I'm here for you. Good luck with that."

Pong, and punch a fist in the belly of Digos. On its right hand, there were several bandages wrapped around it. It was a wound I sustained in my workout with Digos.

"Not to you. I want it to be a precedent."

"... precedent?

"Me too. Come on, you're old enough? I think it's time to consolidate myself, what a wack. So, now it's a good relationship with Laea in Saint Laurentian Palace" Seira Tengu "... after all, we're going to have problems with each other's positions and identities, right?

So LaDale laughs.

"It would be easier for me to follow if I could have a precedent where you and Saeri stick together."

What a story this brother sounded like.

"... well. It's... it's bad."

I'm sorry about LaDale, I think.

It can't be a precedent.

If this is over. Sakuragiri is no longer a "witch of the divine domain," because she no longer has an identity or anything to do with it.

"Is it bad?"

LaDale rebukes the words as he looks at his brother's back as he walks away to the land of struggle.

"Well, that's our dialogue."

My brother was whining small to his loving brother, who would move as he thought everywhere.