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

Wangdu Raindeer 18th Avenue, commonly known as the "Craftsman's District".

Feeling the smell of smoke and metal, the drifting shelter followed the longitudinal and longitudinal building.

A large wooden sign beside the entrance and exit. "The Dragon Claw" and the letters are rough, exactly as if they were carved with dragon claws. The first floor was a workshop, the second floor was a store, and it was a martial arts store for the Knights.

"Hmmm..."

Gray armor wrapped around your own arms. Take a serious look at that protective gear utilizing Farvnar's outer skin.

Without the Dealey Birthday Festival - that's not to say - but due to the maintenance of this protective equipment, which I have been using for a long time, Lifeguard was visiting this store alone.

(Steady, sturdy...)

He has dived through many struggles and outperformed various techniques. I thought it was time for Gata to come... but according to the standpoint of Ubal, the shopkeeper, there is no need to repair it.

In the first place, you think you boast so much artisanal crying hardness that you've ruined so many blades when stripping or processing the outer skin of this armor, at the production stage?

She still liked using it for the time being, so I got Ubal's ink and ended up doing nothing.

Incidentally, the shop was unusually crowded by mercenaries and thinkers. When I first visited here, there was only one guest besides myself and Belgrette.

"Oh, is that Lugo?

When I was stuck in my thoughts staring at my small hand, I accidentally heard such a voice from the side.

If you turn your face as you are called, a beautiful young man with a pale and frivolous atmosphere will come this way through the alley. Age would be around twenty. The back length is slightly lower for the inhabitants of this world and looks less than one hundred and eighty centimeters. The person in the wind, such as the swordsman of the journey,

"Ah......! Rhodes... right"

"Yeah, it's been a while"

That name, Rhodes.

He was the only customer in the store who visited this "Dragon Claw" for the first time, and was also the inspiration for Farvnar's small hand. With his advice, this robust armor was born. Without this, we wouldn't have been able to decorate the victory with a heavenly banquet.

"No, thank you for that verse. Thanks to you, so's the protective equipment."

"Oh, Farvnar's armor? My thoughts seem to have helped. Are you alone today?

"Yeah, well. That way, for Mr. Ubal again?

"Yeah. Hey, to adjust your gear"

That's what happened when we first met. He was having an exchange with Ubal about something like a quote.

"Rhodes... are you an adventurer"

"Right."

When it comes to adventurers, they often see and hear games based on the fantasy world.

In a world of swords and magic, iron plates, floral beings traveling freely around the world - I tend to have that impression, but they don't necessarily do that in this Grim Crows.

Live freely as you adventure around the place.

That sounds good to me if you describe it that way, but that, in other words, 'we are leaving the land where we were born and raised under some circumstances and crossing a dangerous outside world without a guaranteed income security'. The possibility of death is always stuck.

If you're good at knowledge, you just have to be an intellect. If you excel in martial arts, you can be a soldier.

Those who, even if they had those talents, could not get to work for unavoidable reasons. People with such 'something' tend to be adventurers.

Rhodes is a gentle, lukewarm Rhodes, but he may also be one of those with a translated past.

Of course, there is no denying the possibility of being just a free-tempered wind man.

"This time, I came to Wangdu on a little errand. Because of this, I was hoping to get Mr. Ubal to look at his gear."

"I see."

Speaking like that at the sidewalk end, I see the sight of one after the other of the fiercely armed men entering the "Dragon Claw" and nearby shops. That's the adventurer or the mercenary, and that number is higher than usual anyway.

"What...? It was the same in the store... but there are a lot of people."

"Seems like there's been an increase in resentment lately. Actually, we adventurers have good wings here."

"Heh, seriously"

In retrospect, the last two months or so, there have been more reports of the whereabouts of resentful demons.

On the road to Lefe, for example, that night I met Myol in the city of Euroventi.

The reason I was supposed to stay in the same room after being seated with her in the first place was that there had been a mass of grievances in the northern plains and the inn had been filled with those gathered to crusade it.

Even shortly after returning from the refeit, Claria was being driven out on a grudging demon crusade, leaving the castle unattended.

"There are more grudges..."

That's what RPGs tend to be, but like lines like, "There's been a lot of demons lately." Sometimes such a situation is depicted as one of the performances in which a covertly disturbing situation is underway, such as a monster being activated by a boss presence….

"In autumn, there are some individuals who develop mass outbreaks. In college, students are being mobilized for extermination in off-campus combat classes, right?

"Ah. I couldn't get out to another job at that time... And, Rhodes, you know me. You think you know about off-campus combat classes?"

"Sort of. An adventurer is because information is life."

Off-campus combat classes.

Each year, when it is time for the summer heat to finally subside, there is a massive outbreak of worm-type grudges belonging to category E in parts of the South. Leaving it alone would cause enormous damage to crops and so on, so it would be necessary to eradicate it as soon as possible, but the students of Midir College would be mobilized to do so. The aim is to reduce the burden on soldiers and to allow students to gain relatively safe field experience.

Like I told Rhodes, Lifeguard couldn't accompany him because he wasn't on the right schedule, but I hear it was done as usual nearly a month ago.

Belgrette stands around magnificently as she directs everyone, Mia yellow cheers as she is seen by such a girl knight, Edvin leaps in and falls trying to earn a crusade count, Lenore eliminates his enemies without expression and without danger, Alverista, who is not good at bugs and fights, turns bright blue and escapes, watching as Digos snorts as he assists such classmates. He said it was like that, and it's really the way it always is.

Something about an event that showed a festive buzz was something I wanted to participate in as a drift shelter that I only heard about later.

(Ah...... no, sure)

I was also told that unexpected resentment demons appeared in this off-campus field class and that minor injuries had also emerged.

"Have you ever had... more resentment demons or anything like that?

In response to such a casual question that there was zero protection from watching the warriors on the road,

"Right. This happens regularly."

Rhodes replied sayingly.

"... oh. Periodically."

The side of it seemed rather tired - tired.

…… What?

Lifeguard has often taken a serious look at his beauty, which makes sense.

"Well, then, it's time for me to go to Mr. Ubal. It's going to be a lot of waiting because of the crowd."

"Oh, oh."

The worrying face of the moment is like a lie.

"See you later."

Returning to his usual expression, Pa., Rhodes walked up the stairs leading to "The Dragon Claw" early enough.

Wangdu 13th Street. In a small spilled landscape lined with fine coffee, the sign dangling from the building's tip says' Montilene 'in flowing fonts.

It was a very popular upscale confectionery shop with upscale aristocracy and royalty.

"Take a look. This maroon chocolate looks delicious too!

"Oh, great!

It would be a noble lady to see. Two brilliantly dressed girls are classy as they watch the cake in the showcase.

(Hmmm, feeling out of place or betcha...)

While standing up in a glamorous store with prominent decorations for women, Lifeguard was feeling very uncomfortable.

It's not like I want to eat cake or confectionery. I came to the King's Capital because of this, so I thought I would buy souvenirs for Belgrette and Mia.

(I don't know the difference... Cream for cream, chocolate for chocolate. Isn't it all together or something? Why are there so many of these kinds)

When I'm worried about which one, the sound of a bell announcing a new visitor rings Karan Cologne. Immediately after,

"Ah... Lugo,?

Sound familiar, understated voice arrives softly.

Face to face, a girl in a black Gothic dress was about to come into the store reluctantly.

An adorable face that seems to work well as a Japanese person, with a clear eye and nose construction. In five more years, you'll be a hell of a beauty. Chestnut hair stretched near the waist flutters like a fine bundle of yarn.

That little girl you know,

"Oh, isn't that Leafy? That's an odd encounter, right here. How have you been?

"Ha, ha."

As always, or hard to reply.

Leafia Windfall, a windy 'penta' girl I met just before the King's Capital terrorist attack.

Are you alone? Trying to ask, I notice a woman in white standing outside the store. If you considered the young, immature, and rare nature of Leafia, it should be taken for granted, it still seemed that you were not allowed to act alone.

"Does Leafia come to this store often?

"Yes, no. Today was special and they told me I could buy a cake for the broom..."

"A broom?

"Ha, ha. Little by little, because the art of communication is starting to succeed......!

"Oh, really?"

Leafia, who seems sincerely happy, also naturally breaks her face.

And that's where I hear Couscous and the laughter that pushed him to death.

"Hey, did you hear that? It's the art of communication."

"Hehe. It's hard work, it's adorable."

They were aristocratic girls in the back of the store from earlier.

It wasn't a particularly malicious mouthful, but I guess I heard that whisper.

"Eh..."

Leafia makes it red to her ears and shrinks in embarrassment. She remained the same and was a very weak girl.

"Looks like you're looking at us from a very young age."

"Right, uh-huh."

An immature daughter who does not like the handling of surgery is delighted with the success of communication techniques, which are preliminary techniques.

Noble girls must have thought that way.

(Ha... If Leafia finds out she's a 'penta', how would she react...)

That's also the best potential.

A violent wind that occurs unconsciously if you lose your mind. That makes everyday life so abnormal. Stream protection is literally blown away by her just bowing her head to say hello.

It would no longer be like inferring and knowing what would happen if Leafia, with so much power, actually exercised the divine chant, Oracle. The giant tornado that arises in the aftermath of chanting plays even the offensive technique of the chanter Magee easily. At the end of the day, they even scatter clouds far above them, changing even the weather. If the technique strikes directly, the subject is swept up far into the sky.

immense, a girl of the wind with so much power that even the expression is lacking.

But she hated her powers like that, and she hadn't been properly trained as a chanter, Magee. As a result, the exercise of basic skills is also improbable.

Still, after one case of King's Capital terrorism, I was able to face my own power. Since then, I've heard that we've been making genuine efforts, but I guess communication technology has finally taken shape as well.

... By the way, if you stay alert, it's the wind that blows everything around you. I hear you've managed to contain the leak. Otherwise, it's going to be a big deal in this store.

"Yes, I remember it in the cake. Do you make your own cake or something, Leafia?

"Oh, uh, yes. Occasionally...... I can't do much..."

"Ah. I knew it."

……

So I said, "How could you do that?" It is this girl who cannot be said. He senses the mood of the softening Leafia and cuts it out of the drifting shelter.

"No. It was a long time ago... because Dr. Locke used to say something about looking forward to Leafia's cake. I wouldn't say that if it was a commercial cake, and I thought I'd make it myself."

"Oh, really?"

I miss it now, the first time I made it to that midir college.

That event in which the Doctor himself, who advised that he should keep a secret about the abnormal physical abilities of drift protection, sold information to Edvin on the grounds that he was caught in Leafia's cake. That too no longer seems like a long time ago.

When you two are choosing confectionery while having an otherwise loving conversation to the extent that it doesn't get loud.

"Brothers and sisters?

"You're smiling."

Apparently they finished shopping. An earlier aristocratic girl left the store in a colloquial manner.

"Ha. Did you hear that? Brothers and sisters."

As the drift guard who dropped him off laughed bitterly,

"Oh, no...! Wow, I don't know..."

Awww and I was denied it with all my might. That is so sad.

Either way, it can be considered a big growth that the breeze stopped blowing on the hurried clap like this.

"Okay, Leafia. It's a celebration of communication from me. I'll buy you one of them."

"Oh, no! I'm sorry."

"Fine, fine. Choose, my sister."

The good thing about her being strong enough to refuse was that she was half as luxurious as she was.

Autumn came and daylight hours were shortened visibly.

Even if he leaves King's Capital before evening, it will be completely dark by the time he arrives at the Academy.

"Belle, are you there?

Stream protection returning to the college where the night lights were lit, with its feet, went to the girl knight's room.

"Yes. Welcome home, Lugo"

I'll put up a cake wrap for Belgrette, who greeted me right in the face, with a souvenir.

"What, Montilene's......!? Yes, okay?

"Sure, you liked this cake, didn't you?

"As it were, well... I don't hate you."

"P, haha. Why are you a little twisted against the cake? I'm not being honest."

"So... because I'm a Royal Guard..."

"Nothing, even if you like royal guards cake. She's an old girl. Look, the other day, I got mad at you for spoiling too much about Mia, so now I'm gonna spoil Belle equally, too."

"Well, isn't that where you take care not to spoil it? Ugh."

Seeing Belgrette's face, who seemed happy to say that, it was a drift protection that I was glad I bought.

I find myself intrigued by nature and stand-up while smiling bitterly at the steadfastness of a girl who is as serious as ever.

That I met Rhodes. That I met Leafia.

In the middle of such a conversation, "Sarasa," Belgrette smiled cously.

"Hmm? What the hell, Belle?"

"Yeah. I thought Lugo's friendship had spread a lot, too."

Her face looks as happy as it is about herself.

I'm kind of embarrassed, and the boy gets his eyes off me.

"Hey, what are you, smudged with raw warm eyes... Well, but surely... yes."

Five months ago, I got lost in this other world.

If you don't know the right or left, you don't have a destination to go to. I don't even know him. All I had was anxiety and alienation.

If you realize that, you are now surrounded by many people. It is wrapped up in what has been built up at the end of battles and exchanges.

I also began to have special thoughts about the girl in front of me.

"... Belle child. You know."

I don't know if that's the love that comes true.

"Yeah?"

"Keep up the good work"

Just naturally, those words are overflowing.

"Hey, what the sudden... What's the matter with you?

"Yes, no... somehow"

"Or, uh-huh. Heh, Lugo."

The two of them laugh at each other as they showed each other, albeit in the light.

The day goes on forever. If you're going to be threatened, you're going to protect and keep going.

Before the smile of the secretly thought-provoking girl, Lifeguard renewed her determination. Strong and without doubt fine dust.