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

'Oh, here's another one coming off! This is... 079, Chav Dapperve...!

The echoing Scenomea communication doesn't seem to have any hegemony. Most of all, given the unusual situation of the runaway Enrokaku roaming around, I guess it's not impossible either.

"Mm...!

At the same time, I heard such a groan from next door to Belgrette.

(... Oh, speaking of which)

That's where the girl knight also realizes. Just now the name pronounced shedding...... Chav Dapperve should have been the name of a gentleman's men sitting next to him. I remember him as a pretty big giant of a body, but so far that figure has hardly been shown in a blackwater mirror.

"Also, could it be a victim by Enrokak players......, Mr. Zeirin, can you show it"

'Wait. Hmm......'

The brown-skinned gentleman stares into the mirror with a serious eye to eat in. It would be natural if it were a defeat in the body. Belgrette also sees occasions that are somewhat divided into various

"... like a settlement in a place without a mirror. I can't find it."

The words were received and a gentleman exhaled a great deal of sigh.

In the end, it seems that a person named Chav ended up without being captured until that moment of defeat.

(... so, is it something that doesn't show...?

As a simple question, the girl knight tilts her little neck.

'Cause yesterday the participants also get fat eyes. More and more people are taking off their feathers and fighting each other in places without mirrors. Next time, you should rethink the number of mirrors and where they are installed. Especially since we've installed too many mirrors, we're still very tight. "

'I see -... What do you think of Mr. Duen......, ah'

Scenomea turned to the left neighbor, but he noticed that there was no one in the space.

'Excuse me, Mr. Duane was in the woods...'

The venue was also surrounded by relatively damp air, whether the voice of the sober voice person was influencing it.

"Well, and"

A gentleman in the neighbor's seat rises as if he had foreseen between them.

"Unfortunately, my men seem to have lost. I'll be free."

"... ha. Are you home?"

"Yes, you will."

"Good job......"

He smiled lovingly and answered naturally with Belgrette.

So,

"... yours, with..."

The gentleman narrows his eyes and looks in the mirror, poking at words like that.

"? Lugo, what...?

"... no. He's a good warrior. I hope we can win. Okay, excuse me."

That's all I have to say, the brown-skinned gentleman leaves early enough.

……

Belgrette was surprised to stare at its back.

- Something. Like I swallowed what I was really trying to say right now.

The hindsight is also distorted by the waves and eventually disappears. I was a little concerned about the gentleman's condition, which I would never see again, but I corrected my residence and turned my gaze back to the mirror.

Currently, the remaining number is down to twelve.

The letters of Lugo Aliumi, still radiant in them.

Likewise alive, the letter Digos Akelone.

And naturally it remains, the letter Dino Gailroen.

And even now, Enrokak Stije, whose name has disappeared, is wandering through the woods. It could be that Duen has already caught up and is fighting. I just want it to be.

Anyway, I can't even look away for a moment. When we settle, we don't come too far...

You came with me.

Debias smiles bitterly at herself as she hurries her legs.

What did you try to say to that Reiki girl? Did you mean to say, "Forgive me for letting your people die"? Even if it is slight, there is no reason to leave anything suspicious behind.

(... Well)

Re-tighten the tie that was loose due to the heat and pull your mind together as well. Leaving the enthusiastic audience somewhat soothed the heat.

Finally.

Chav did his part perfectly, as Debias thought.

(It was a close call... but there was no madness in my candidacy)

Chav is a strong man. To entrust 'this role', it was said to be too strong. Therefore, it was hard to defeat. but there were no other people in the organization who matched the criteria. A man with a giant body like him, which will be the 'price'. Now, don't be timid - someone who can continue to fight without retreating. For example, he was frightened of defeat or death, and did not serve as if he were to descend. And Chav wasn't the kind of warrior who would suffer an 'easy' defeat. That's why I originally had a stomach buildup that I would hang out with until the second half of the war.

Then he also knew that he lacked strength to win. Debias believes that it is those with special 'something' who can win these massive events. Strength. Technology. Attraction to attract people. Or luck. Chav must have been a strong man, but he was a man who didn't carry anything that stood out.

Whatever - the long "wait time," that's it.

Reduce feelings of deviation and spin the art of communication.

"It's me. Conditions were cleared. What's going on over there?

"Oh, is that Lord Debias! I've been waiting for you! Yikes, check now.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"How about...?

'Disappearing, he's... No traces either......, it's a success! By God of Creation! Did it work out, damn it... Huh!

It echoes from beyond the correspondence, the fellows' praise. Debias grabbed his fist without even being in the pattern. I knew a successful formula was expensive. But there was no certainty. I had anxiety.

But now...

(- Perfect. It was a shame to lose you here... sorry. But it was the best job ever. Slowly die, Chav. You definitely made a big leap forward)

As planned, as instructed. That member faithfully carried out the instruction, 'Wherever possible, stand around not to be seen in a black water mirror'. In other words, 'I let go of that consciousness where no one can see me'. And...

Laughing furiously, Debias realizes how well she responds.

Respond to the arrival of the New World.

The martial festival itself was impeccable as an entertainment. Strange boys struggling without skill and the emergence of a customer "user" dealing with Septius, albeit old-fashioned, could also be enjoyed as unexpected events. In the struggle between that unscrupulous boy and Enrokak Stijje, his chest got hot without even a pattern. To tell you the truth, I'd have liked to see who wins - but that's it, too.

"- It's over. There's nothing more for this martial arts festival."

(Strange, right)

Duen Akelone, who goes to the woods, had a slight discomfort.

I can't grasp Enrokak's footsteps. Try relying on 'Launch Fire', but there's no sign of that monster.

If you look up at the blue sky, the daytime god is leaning slightly. At present, no artillery fire had risen and its frequency had decreased considerably from when it was admitted to the yard.

(although the number of participants is declining smoothly)

Whether that is due to normal progression or rough demon swords is elusive.

- Corner of vision.

Duen didn't miss the red light that blinked in the shade of the tree.

Attack technique by someone. I have been mistaken for a participant several times so far because I am not wearing white clothes. It's also a factor that's wasting time and...

Duen dimensioned his thoughts and devoted himself to averting aggressiveness.

So much blow.

A thin red with a blush on his shoulder sucks into the back of the forest in a straight line and disappears. Fever aftertaste that you can feel.

(... not the only one)

Duen turned his gaze to the source of the outbreak,

――

I glanced at the thin eyes.

emerge from the woven darkness of the trees. It's one young man walking in.

"Hehe... are you avoiding me? Hey, you finally starting to leave the mattomo guy?

Shiny red balls eyes. Burning red hair. Full of confidence, a righteous face.

"Mr. Dino Gayleroen..."

"Whoa."

If you call him by name, the young man, who is the 'fierce one', accidentally breaks his face.

"Do you know me? Nice trick. You're diligent."

"It's an honor to keep it in compliment.... By the way, I am a member of the Steering Committee. I'm not wearing white clothes, so I can't help being mistaken."

"Narhodje. Now that's the M.O."

For a moment, a blank was created in Duen's thought. I didn't understand what Dino was saying.

Moments.

It was a speed reminiscent of the beast.

Dino, who manifests a long pattern of flames on his right hand, swings down at Duen. And when he had retreated, an excessive flaming pillar crushed the earth. The enthusiasm that can stand in and the debris that is scattered tells the story as much about its unusual destructive power.

"... hehe"

Whereas Dino laughed low and thin, Duen repeated his explanation pale.

"So far, as I said... I'm a person on the organizing side. I am not a participant, so please refrain from acts of violence against me"

In response to that word,

I don't trust you.

That's how Dino laughed.

"... it's also... for what reason?

"I was just talking about it. He's in a lot of trouble, so I stopped by and Soitz wasn't wearing a collar. Just like Omei. I didn't have to ask that question, so I crushed it for now."

Duen glances at unexpected remarks.

"... that's..., in a big man with black complexion, about two hundred and fifty tall...?

"Ooh, you're like that. At first I thought it was a bear or something. It's not much of a black mon, so I thought you were caught in the mud."

"What about the man's life and death?

"Dead. I killed him."

"!... yeah, right"

What a tasteless ending. A strange sense of nothingness comes to Duen's chest.

It's an unfounded story - I thought myself and that man would somehow collide. There are verses around me, the governor, and even myself that I thought so comically.

Formerly the strongest of the refeits and the flanked wings. Both of them separated. Thunder and wind to pair. Anyway, people want to think about it because of it.

But...

"... huf"

Reality always behaves like a tasteless ending to predictions and expectations. I'm not waiting for anything like impression or shock there. Such is a painting that was allowed only for stories made.

- Well. If Enrokak was killed, you don't have to be in this forest. The body must be promptly identified and told outside that the threat has been removed.

Duen returns to his thoughts as a Steering Committee member.

"Where is the man's body?

"Attch."

In a great pillar of flame, Dino points in the direction in which he himself came.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Then continue to enjoy the heavenly banquet."

Duen, who barely passed beside Dino, rushed out as he was - not to, and succumbed so low as to crawl through the ground. The flaming red sweeps down its overhead position.

"... what imitation is it?

Duen, flashing beside Dino, turns a cold glance as he snarls his neck.

"I thought you said no violence to the Steering Committee. If the degree has passed, you may also be disqualified."

"I'm the one who said it. I don't trust you."

Knock your neck down to the side to imitate, and Dino shudders.

"Earlier, you wore a collar. Yeats was rambling. It's a stupid wack. I thought I cleaned it up, and now Omei showed up. I'm not wearing the same collar. Not even white clothes. If you tell me, I can't prove that Omei is not the enemy. Steering committee member. That sounds like the best thing, but it's not weird to think he's an enemy trying to trick you into scratching your sleeping neck, is it?

"... there was an urgent case, so it was this guy who wasn't wearing white clothes. My apologies. As it stands, I'm not willing to harm you... so I won't sit down except to trust you."

Well, were you listening or not? Glowing red eyes, the transcendent youth asks abruptly.

"Omei, by the way, who?

"My name is Duen Akelone, and I'm here to explain the feast."

"Whoa. I only heard your name. Cotto Amen. Sure... the most powerful warrior in the refe or something"

"I'm afraid."

"The strongest...... the strongest, eh. Whoa, whoa, whoa. I've got a good idea. You should prove it now."

"Proof, what?

"Omei said Duen Akelone... and he said he was strong. Do it in the strongest possible way... in this place now."

Slightly - silence dominates the place.

"I don't trust Omei. I don't even know Duane's face. Then show me."

In contrast to such a 'provocation', Duen returns a quiet voice to boredom.

"... this martial arts festival. As far as I can tell, you're the closest thing to winning at the moment."

"Naturally. So?"

"Corner, I don't think we need to throw away an impending victory in a place like this."

Quiet. But obvious, it was a mockery.

"Hmmm...... You're telling me I can't beat Omei...

A thunderous champion loosens his nickels and cheeks. A ruler of prison flames still loosened his mouth in the same way.

There is no point in that.

For the most seemingly interactive conversation.

each other. Beat the 'guy who mistakes himself for the strongest' in front of you. Because I'm just trying to take things in the 'you can do that' direction.

"Ha..."

Moistening his throat with the contents of the water bottle, Scenomea Faffett sighed about the maiden in charge of the audio. I shake off my chestnut hair stretched out on my forehead with sweat.

Four-and-a-half hours from the start of the heavenly banquet. I used to expand communications and keep talking, and I felt tired for a long time.

"Tired of boulders, little girl"

"Right."

Zeirin, on the other hand, who hits a distant relative, floats without a single sweat. The anomaly that there were only two people in the country still felt somewhere out of existence on these occasions.

"Twelve of us are left. Just a few more."

"Yes......"

The only reply that didn't float was due to tiredness.

"Do you care? Duane's boy."

"... it's, well"

No matter how Duen, his opponent is Enrokaku. By that monster, the figure of people who have been murdered unharmed crosses the back of their brains. People who didn't even fasten the prototype and were destroyed by no skin. For what reason must we be given such a tragic death? Honestly, tonight, I don't think I'm going to sleep.

How can Duen keep such an opponent safe in front of him, even though he is the strongest and the most prestigious warrior, despite the orders of the governor...

"Don't worry about it. Duen is a must-have weapon in our country."

"Must win… a weapon, is it"

A distant woman laughs by the way if she gets unfamiliar with words.

"We can only go out when we can always win. I only fight opponents who can always win. That's Akelone. That serious boy keeps his discipline more honest than anyone else. … just,"

"Just?"

"It looks cool at first glance, Duen, but the contents remain an out-of-the-box child, don't they? When it comes to my brother, Diegos, it's easy and calm."

"That's... sure"

In the fold where Digos and Enrokak engaged, Duen exposed his emotions beyond thought because of how they had been up until then.

But Scenomea, on the contrary, felt reassured. This person also has the heart to think of his family properly....... rude way to put it though.

"In theory... I think the race of warriors and others, without exception, hate to lose."

"Ha."

"I want to be stronger than people. Then brush yourself up. That's how you grind it, you get confidence. If you're confident, you want to test yourself."

That's how they are. You want to fight a stronger opponent, you start to wish. The spirit of dislike makes me want to be stronger than anyone else.

"Hmm. Well, don't resemble the Lord being more manly"

"It doesn't look like it! Not at all!

Resolutely protesting, Zeilin continued the conversation as if nothing had happened.

"It's clear... Duane's boys, not with exceptions"

"Duh, what do you mean?

"In front of the strong... it won't hurt. I hope you don't come home to play."