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

It was so magnificent that it seemed comparable to a small castle, if at all.

The garden flower beds and implants are well maintained in every corner, and there is no compromise. For the first time, there is no work done by the servants, and there is no gap in the appearance of the black clothes of the escorts situated in the various parts of the building.

Such a perfectly overlapping grand mansion, at its wide doorway.

The two visitors were bowing their heads to the gentleman in white courtesy, the lord of the mansion, in order to greet him in exit.

"No, thank you very much for your help in covering our PR magazine Chamber of Commerce this time. Let's just say, the fast forward of the Jarome Chamber of Commerce doesn't know where to stay, does it? We are more and more active, shady and supportive"

In response to such words of an old man who was visiting as a guest, the landlord's gentleman breaks Nicole's mouth. Some of them had a reputed reptile aesthetic shape, but that smile had something to reassure them, albeit clerically.

"No. Our Chamber of Commerce is able to maintain a steady track record, thanks to the cooperation of the Public Relations Magazine Chamber of Commerce. Thank you for your continued support."

That's what I say. A landlord who bows his head softly. The work was also elegant and classy.

"Ho, thank you for today!

The other guest, a young young man, bowed his head nervously and opened the door.

"Oh, wow! That was amazing, Editor!

On the way home. The young man looked back at the old man in an unexcited manner, while people also went on a neglected sidewalk because of his normal day.

"I know how you feel, but calm down a little, Bobby. It's too much."

The editor-in-chief was embarrassed as he smiled bitterly, but Bobby couldn't help but get round to his youth.

"You can't stay calm! After months of waiting, we finally got to cover it! The Jarome Chamber of Commerce is now gaining sloppy market share not only within Eiffalk, but also among its neighbors! Its young chief, Quindor Jarosberthil! You were a quiet, atmospheric person. I admire you!

"Well, sure. Formerly deputy head of the Knights of the Kingdom of Effalk, he is now head of a major chamber of commerce. After abruptly becoming a merchant, he sent a wide variety of sealing tools to the world, and in just four years he rose to the top of the industry. An extraordinary man with both martial arts and business talent, huh? I'm afraid it's only just turned thirty."

"But... I wonder why he quit and was turned into a merchant while gaining fame as a knight"

"Well."

In that regard, questions had been asked. "I'll leave it to your imagination," he said.

Speaking of the information you're grasping, about three years before Quindor quit the knight, you're losing his wife? but when it was three years later that I turned to a merchant, it was hard to even think that there was a connection.

"You have a lot of mysteries out there. Ex-Effalk Knights' Greatest Swordsman, or"

When the editor squeals like that, Bobby raises his voice softly.

"Yes, that. I was wondering. How come you're the strongest swordsman? That's what they all say, isn't it? The most powerful man, not something like that."

"Hmm? Don't you even know that? That's what I meant as it were. If I let him use my sword, there was nothing left to the right. He forbade the operation, and said he had no enemies at a sword-only competition. Of course, I was never mediocre as a chanter, Mage... compared to the first class, it seems I didn't benefit from the soul and heart of my birth, Prarna. This is all because it's God's call. That's why they told me that if I had sword moves, if I had a melee, I would have no enemies."

It's hypothetical. For example, if there existed a demon sword that would cut off all the divine chants, Oracle. If Quindor had it in his hands. Or if he had physical abilities like Geisserius.

I'm sure he could even have been the strongest man on the continent, the call is high.

Because Effalk itself is a small country, it was highly regarded by some in the North, although it is very poorly known compared to the warriors of the three powers, such as Levine, Duen and Latias. … which also equals anonymously in front of Martina Snow, the hero of the Redemption, the 'Penta', even known as the legend of life in the North.

Quindor like that, but now he has left active duty, and often seems to be removed from those strongest circles of debate.

"Hmm, I'd like to know more. The content of the article will also deepen."

"I know how you feel, but now it's time to get around it. Even we" magazines "are easily neglected. I'm trying to pry into other people and turn them into rice seeds, so that's a good story. Sometimes push, sometimes pull. That's the key to building a relationship in the tunnel. When you have more trust, you'll be able to talk to Polo."

"Hmm, is that what this is about?"

Bobby makes his voice play, even as he snorts with his face like reluctantly.

"Nevertheless, you looked amazing, didn't you? Lindoane Calfest, a court chanter (Mage), as an arm clerk in the Principality of Risemary; Debias Loud Morganti, Duke of Vez Haslo's house; and Garald Waltzman, Dusty Dusk, a mercenary regiment in the west...... Yes, I was mistaken for Mr. Theodosius in Zackabar in the hallway when he lent me his spare room. Honestly, I doubted my eyes."

He was the editor-in-chief who was halfway through Bobby's story of a prolonged chatter, but when he heard the name, he opened his eyes unexpectedly.

"What is Theodosius... the Willentridge S. Theodosius of the" Rinming Regiment "in the south!?

"Yeah, no doubt about it. That armor and a flashy surcoat...... my face was exactly the same sketch I saw in the extra" Demon Martial Artist "Maygas" HQ sweep "two months ago. A drifting, middle-aged man."

"Hmm, right...... Were you already able to connect with Zakkabar? This could finally sweep across the continent. The Jarome Chamber of Commerce."

When it comes to the great empire of Zackabar, it is a huge urban state far south. It was only thin to engage with a group of surrounding cities, mainly the Raindeer, Refe and Bulkfort countries, but it boasted a force that could be called almost one strong in the south.

Theodosius, by the way, is the most powerful and prestigious knight in its Zaccabar. In a way, as opposed to Quindor. He was a very brilliant and rare power chanter, Magee, famous as a knight without a sword. I hear that people who like to travel and prioritize their hobbies often get a vacation and go somewhere by themselves. In the first place, as he wandered around the dangerous outside world so effortlessly on his own, it was about his out-of-digit handful to extrapolate.

"Oh, speaking of which,"

I was losing it, and Bobby just hits me in the hand.

"What is it now?"

"No. Sure, they were just amazing people, but I wonder who those two were."

"Those two?

"Look, when you went from upstairs to down to the ground floor on your way home, you made a mistake on the dance floor of the stairs. Little grandfather in white and a tough guy with a great body"

"Oh, those two. You sure didn't know that face. I didn't even feel like a doctor and a caution stick..."

"Oh, don't you even know the editor? If we don't know, he's not very famous."

As a prominent industryman, Bobby, I guess he didn't inspire much interest.

Cut the story and remove the candy balls in the bag from the pocket of the jacket.

"This, this ame Mr. Debias gave me. Shall we have it soon?"

It was black candy balls. There is a white speckle pattern on the surface. When I changed the angle and looked at it, the pattern also seemed to be loose.

"Doesn't that mean you went out of your way to be a prototype for a new product?

"A sealing device that works by eating, huh? It's groundbreaking, but even though it's the Jarome Chamber of Commerce, it's going to be difficult to combine it with safety."

While talking, a sealed bobby throws candy balls into his mouth.

"Hmmm... it's not that special, is it? Ordinary candy."

"I don't know. You don't know, some kind of trick is triggered."

"Ha. Aren't you going to eat the editor?

"Because of my age, sweets are a bit. I'll go home and give it to my grandson."

The place is a luxurious one room. He pinched a glassy table and sat on the couch in the form of a young man and woman facing each other.

"Lately, I think,"

It was the woman who cut it out with a flat mouth.

He is in his early twenties. A person with an intelligent impression, tying his unadorned dark green hair at the top of his head and wearing small black edged glasses. A plain outfit woven with brown capes also seems to add to her seriousness. She was a tough court chanter (Mage).

"Actually, isn't Mr. Debias the most dangerous person in Orchester? I'm starting to feel like"

"Ha. That's tough again, Lindoane."

The young man in charcoal grey uniform sitting face-to-face, the brown-skinned gentleman, Debias laughed as he reassembled his long legs.

The Cape's Woman Chanter (Mage) Lindoane says as she fingers the edge of her glasses.

"Whatever you do, Mr. Debias, I'll give you that candy balls easily from next to next."

"It's not physically harmful. Just in case... if anything happens, that's why we need you to stick with our experiments, that's all."

"Already, didn't you sprinkle quite a few bulbs?

"Hmm, I guess a thousand won't go down"

"That's not frightening."

The word was answered with a heartfelt other HR cold face on the back, and Lindoane removed a large amount of paper bundle from the bag at her feet.

"It's about today's visitors returning, and let's get down to business.... What about Mr. Theodosius?

"Mmm, you're not coming. Shall I call you?"

With graceful hands, Debias spins the art of communication. I sensed signs of an immediate connection and called faster than the other person would respond.

"The Knight's Palace? We're gonna start talking about Clerk Lindoane."

'Ooh, uh, I'm sorry. You're getting a little stomachache right now and you're in the middle of something. Ahhh, ahh. I'm listening, so why don't you start? Ah.'

Lindoane looks disgusted only for a moment at the dirty exhalation she hears leaking, but gets to the point without complaining.

"First, then, the heavenly banquet held two months ago in Lefe. of its participants, who remained at the top. Among other things, we have finished washing out people who deserve to be subject to 'fusion' and solicitation, so we will report."

Lindoane puts up the long hair on her cheeks and reads the material at hand pale and clerically.

"First, Dino Gailroen. The Kingdom of Raindeer is a 'Penta' affiliated with the College of Midir, its fourth place. The rubbing with Niels and others in the Mererial region was cut off and seems to have stripped us of our fangs. I saw a tendency to dare await raids rather than to target very easy opponents because they are basically lonely...... Must be such temperament. Combat ability is extremely high, and also unintentionally strong. If we're going to target the extraction, I think we're going to get the extermination squad" Ostinato "class elite out of us too... Ninetail headed early, right?

That's what he asks, and Debias flaunts his shoulder.

"Oh. I told you not to do it yet. Three days after the martial arts festival, I feel like I've turned to him with all my heart."

"So, what happened?

"Incommunicado"

Yeah, and Lindoane frowns.

"I always sneered. I wonder if you're obsessed with processing."

"I'm just gonna see you for a second," he said.

'Nah, I'm sorry to just see you, but that short tempered little lady. Something about coming with a cock also said, "Huh? It's decided to eat and hang." Seems like the sight in your eyes.'

"Ha... Dino, maybe you should give up on your excision"

Listening to the conclusions of the two bittersweet men, Lindoane exhaled a grand sigh.

"Let's hope she has a good sense left and at least ensures the necessary part..."

Waste, she shook her head to the side. Refresh your mind and turn the page "Page".

"Next, Digos Akelone. You know this, you're the three men of the spear that Lefe has. I am studying at Midir College now...... being an assassin makes it very difficult to poke surprises. Even if not, he is a member of The Thirteen Martial Family. And reached one step ahead of this heavenly banquet, so to speak, a local hero"

"Getting his hands on him is synonymous with blowing war on the refeit," he said.

"It will. You won't respond to solicitation…"

As an orchester who is an endlessly secret group, I only want to avoid being enlightened about the movement by a giant nation. At least for now.

The wide variety of techniques that Diegos handled is fascinating, but if we considered the position and the fact that he was an assassin, we could not even say that organ capture was unrealistic.

"Next, Greefoot Martyhawk. Make it a famous mercenary and a regular part of the Heavenly Boom Feast. There are rumors that you are from a famous family in the west, but the exact location is unknown. Arms stand, but the intrusion is a solo mercenary, so if you can make contact, make it solicit. Make it hunt. It seems relatively easy. However, because mercenaries are wandering around, it will take a lot of research to locate them."

Turn the page "Page" with Perali and continue clerically.

"Sabel Alhano. He seems to be working extensively as a treasure hunter, and this time he seems to have attended a martial arts festival at his disposal. He resides in the rare power of purple flames, arguably a subject to be secured and studied as a matter of priority. Seems like a lot of skill, but at some point in the martial arts festival, he's fallen off, and his exact strength is unknown. Most like Greefoot, I was wondering if it would be difficult to make contact as long as we were looking."

Other details of the pale and superior participants will be read out.

Again, the more he became an arm stander, the stronger he tended to gain status and fame, and said that it was difficult to contact him in a proportionate and discreet manner.

"Gadgad Keras. You're a participant who survived until the start of" Launch Fire, "but you're just a little boy with low combat ability and fast escape feet. I don't have the ability to stand out, so honestly, I was wondering if this person was necessary."

Lindoane concludes in a sincerely boring way, carrying out the following material:

"Next... Lugo Aliumi"

Hearing its name, Debias and Theodosius reacted with Pickle.

"He suddenly appeared, the winner of this heavenly banquet. In conclusion, he was a Raindeer."

"The guerrillas......, right, that's what you mean!

Pan, and Debias hits his own knee.

"What is it, that guerrilla? Something like that. '

Theodosius, on the other hand, did not make sense of the circumstances around it, as he was a Zackabar person who also had no national dealings with Raindeer.

"Favorite soldier, held by the Wu King of Raindeer, famous for his preference for the strong. His strength and peculiarity came to an end."

"This boy's anecdote doesn't stay just that. Rumor has it that he defeated Farvnar barefoot when he came to the school building, or that he once fought Dino Gailroen and won."

That's what I heard, and the two men roared magically again.

"Right. They seemed familiar, but was that the connection"

"Hmm. Did you even do Farvnar? There's a background to the handyman, you know. '

"In Raindeer, it seems to be becoming a fairly well-known being. By the way, this guy, for some reason, is losing his old memory, and he couldn't figure out where he came from."

"Hmm, that's interesting. He's an unusual boy to make."

"I don't know much more about that abnormal physical ability... I don't know."

"Yes. Unfortunately,"

So - the constantly light voice of Theodosius took me somewhat seriously.

"Uhm. As for the oila, that kid... he's a user of the same kind as Quindor's husband, hey, I'm treading on him. '

A gentleman sitting opposite each other and a female chanter (Maggie) look at each other unexpectedly. It was the latter who opened his mouth first.

"I mean... this Lugo Aliumi is hiding something like The Dead Moon Bowgetz," he said...?

against her theories, such as fear,

"No, I don't know about that. The" Dead Moon "Bowgetz" is also a large part of it that is able to perform because of its size. At least from what I saw at the martial arts festival, Lugo, I didn't think you were hiding what you did... and even if you did, you wouldn't be able to pull out all that ability at that size "

Debias, with his finger under his chin, disputed.

"Hmm. Then the mystery gets deeper and deeper. Whoa, I'm sorry to break your hips on the story, Lind. Keep going."

"Oh, yes."

And most importantly, if the opponent becomes a Raindeer holding guerrilla, it will be harder to target that position as well as Diegos.

There are also rumours that we are devastating one local mafia group, and we don't really expect the possibility of working with Orchester.

Lindoane, who so supplemented, turned the material with perali and dropped his gaze on the last one.

"And for that reason. This is the last one. I'm not a participant in the heavenly banquet, but it's about the mysterious beautiful girl who beat and slashed Predilecke (Maggie) - who you two can't wait to do."

'Whoa, I've been waiting!

Theodosius stands up to welcome his favorite woman in a lovely shop, but Lindoane's voice continues cold.

"Let me also conclude this. Unfortunately, it's a hell of a high ridge flower. The Kingdom of Raindeer is the quasi-royal guard, the Belgrette Fiz Gertilloud. That's who she is."

"Oh, my God, I only knew the name... Did she?"

Debias glanced,

"Uh... I mean? If you're going for it, you're going to turn the Raindeer itself on the enemy, or something like that?

Though Theodosius perceived no knowledge,

"Right."

Lindoane nodded without a nibble, and, uh, the three sighs synchronized.

Debias goes down the hallway with a long red carpet.

"What do you say, Theodosius? It seems like a long toilet."

'Um, I guess there's nothing suspicious about it. I've finished my flight, and I think it's time to leave. "

Theodosius, who had been in a private room for a long time, but was not just adding to it.

Of the two PR magazine reporters who visited him as a visitor about an hour ago, the youngster went in for an extra one, but was looking into whether he had left any strange tricks behind.

"No, there doesn't seem to be any unfortunate dead people, more than anything."

"Ha."

I have a precedent.

A reporter who wants more information than he got in the interview about the Chamber of Commerce once snuck a technique into the mansion to steal and listen.

But the building is the residence of the president of the Jarome Chamber of Commerce, as well as one of Orchester's hubs of activity.

Regardless of the confidentiality of the Chamber of Commerce, there are also frequent 'back' conversations that can never be out-of-the-box.

Naturally, a wretched reporter who grew greedy was set to float in the river in an immediately unfortunate accident.

"Mm."

Coming to the living room on the ground floor, Debias notices an old man in white sitting in a corner seat and a tough young man nestled beside him.

"This is Lord Mercosia to Lord Kinzor. Will you be spending the day in this mansion?

"Hihi, is that Lord Debias? I've come a long way, so let me just drop by a little bit. We'll be free in the evening."

"Was I? Take your time."

Not yet, I can't grab it.

Debias's review of an old man named Kinzor Granshua ran out of that one word.

The identity is unknown. It came from far east, he says.

They used to have wives, sons, grandchildren, but they all died, and so on.

There used to be a time when I was a doctor, and he said he had a distant brother who was old. This brother and I broke up when we were younger. Since Kinzor himself is now ninety-one years old, it will also be more likely that his brother is now called to heaven first.

Most of all, it is suspicious how far we are telling the truth.

Says this old man himself 'Penta', but at least as far as Debias knows, a transcendent by the name of Kinzor - 'Penta' with such strange abilities, has never existed anywhere near this continent. Even the investigation using Orchester's information network failed to grasp anything.

And if there is no falsehood in the words of the old man, it shall be that he came from a distant place that cannot be found.

And the musculoskeletal escort that always serves beside the old man, a man named Mercosia Aitomatov.

I was saved by Dr. Kinzor. Therefore, I am doing everything in my power to return the favor. There's nothing else to talk about - and it was concise and stubborn.

And I see this man from Debias right now, and I feel something.

Similar. I can feel something in common with Lugo Aliumi. For example, a muscle bone or physique developed to expand. It's like a gap free standing. I also hear that this Mercosian will use martial arts of some sort.

Such bizarre both. Till bored, this Kinzor and Mercosia are collaborators. I didn't become a part of Orchester.

"By the way, Lord Debias. I'd like to talk to you a little more than Lord Lindoane."

"Oh, are we talking about people that might be available for 'fusion'"

"Hi-ha. Dear Left,"

'Fusion' in the first place is a rare force that can only be exercised by this old man.

The unusual act of ripping off the human organs where the soul heart power "Prarna" resides and planting them on others. And the mystery that the transplanted person will be able to handle the technique of the original person.

There are still no success stories within Orchester, but a technology that has the potential to create a super-surgeon who can handle any divine chant, Oracle.

Kinzor contributes to Orchester with the ability to 'fuse' and Orchester lends his organizational strength to Kinzor. That was the symbiotic relationship.

"If you ask, all the top heavenly banquets are famous warriors. I'm talking about a position that is a handicap and difficult to get my hands on."

Kinzor's face filled with wrinkles engraves a distorted grin.

"Then aren't you going to pull out"

"Pull it out," he said?

"Oh, this is... Had you also heard of Lord Theodosius?"

Kinzor meets smaller toward the vibration of communications swinging at Debias' shoulder. Regardless, you can't even see how that looks from the other side.

The weird old man tells him to be sure.

"They're warriors. If there is a battle, it is something that will attract you to nature. Specifically -"

Debias and Theodosius were silent for plenty of ten seconds or so when they heard Kinzor say away the proposal.

Slightly, it was the floating southern knights on the other side of the comm who uttered the word.

"Lord Kinzor. You think your hometown is a distant country, don't you like it?

It was a mellow tone, but with a lot of criticism.

"Hi-ha. To be honest, there is no denying that there is such a part. But... if you set it up efficiently in conjunction with the candy balls that Lord Debias is sprinkling, it's likely to yield a lot of fruit."

"............ Hmm. That makes sense."

"Oh, come on, you're serious, Debias' husband."

"Talk to Quindor. Lord Kinzor, thank you for your suggestion."

The brown-skinned gentleman loosened his mouth nicely in a meaningful way.

in a dim basement. Orchester, captain. Quindor Jarosberchill was looking up at the rested 'it'.

I know only a limited number of people, I even keep it secret from the majority of my people, that huge black chunk.

the object, which is the basis for fulfilling one's own wishes.

On the man's face, there is no emotion whatsoever.

Thinly suspended tri-white eyes, top-nosed beams, thin lips drawing horizontal lines. There is no emotion in its face that can be described as a reptile aesthetic.

He is a man who is even regarded in his body as an iron mask. Nor did the achievement of experimental success in the refeit, where Assistant Commander Debias became unexpectedly hot, cause a wave of emotions to saunter on the inside of Quindor.

Without touching the front, the door of the room is opened.

The thin lights in the hallway faintly plugged into the badly dark room. To the hard floor, the shadow of a hazy quindole floats.

Keep your back on the light source. Quindor, who did not even look back, breathed out his sigh and words without a surprising wind.

"Alalea. I've been saying this for a long time, but don't open it all of a sudden. Knock on the door."

Those who come in - Alalea answers with a grunted voice - to the point of not even confirming the other person.

"Me... no, I am. With, with..."

"Try. Wherever you see someone, you'll be surprised if they come all of a sudden."

The man, who is not even surprised by the fine dust, finally looks back here and turns to his men.

Being at the entrance to the room was a figure with a far too different style.

The back length is not much different from that of a child, and his face is round and small while bowing. Shortly cut black hair is damaged and slightly unclean. The clothes also wrapped around something almost worn out, dragging the hem sloppily.

And more than anything else, there is one peculiar feature.

The upper half of the face - especially the part of both eyes - is completely blocked by multiple bandages.

Its standing is still a ghost or a grudge.

Most of all, those who marvel at her outfit are not in this mansion right now. If the reporters who stayed until the last minute accidentally encountered them, they might have screamed.

So, what can I do for you?

"Monotra… contacted…, but there were… examples, things… well, moving on, … are there, it seems"

"Right. In the meantime, we're going to be able to secure Penta."

"And then... Debias, but... call me, Ru"

"Okay."

The leader of the regiment, who looked up at that rock only once black and enormous, accompanied a haunted woman and left behind a quiet basement closed by darkness.