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

Boo.

The losing eyes of hegemony looked at the thin, dirty ceiling.

Throw the assembled legs out onto the desk and keep yourself in the back of the chair in a half-full shape.

Dermie Charzorbert, one of the "Silver Legion Troops" Silverrios, exhales a long, long sigh, hah... It was like draining all the contents of my lungs.

Apathy drifts from the whole body. I'm more motivated to watch it. A man who gets that kind of review. Cluttered hair, lean face. Always cat-backed, not eye-catching with people.

If you're not wearing black and silver armor, which is a testament to the Silver Legion Troop Silvalios, no one can think of you as an elite knight. He was a figure of appearance who admitted so himself.

To his ear like that, a quiet ripple - the art of communication swirls.

"............... this is Dermie..."

Responses are also appropriate.

'Leaver, you're the same. Mr. Dermey.'

In contrast, it was the voice of a woman with a core that sounded from the other side.

"... are you Secretary Lindoane? How can I help you?"

I'm in regular contact.

"Oh... this time, isn't it Mr. Debias?"

"Recently, I seem to be busy with titles. By the way, you're giving me and Mr. Debias their names as a matter of course...... I guess the eyes are okay, huh?

"It's okay... I think so -"

"May I have a moment, please?

"Go ahead ~"

Contrary to the unmotivated dermy, Lindoane was serious and clerical everywhere.

"Now, please report to us."

"Nothing in particular..."

You'll get an instant answer, I can hear a gentle exhale leaking.

'You know... It doesn't matter what triviality it is. King Aldia showed you these moves, or did this happen in the castle?'

"... unfortunately, I... am not always present in the castle. Because I mainly work far away. I still do... because I'm near the northern border, and I'm connected to Mr. Lindoane."

'That may be true, but you would be' Silver Legion Troop 'Silverios'. You should be in a position to get information that you can't get from a civilian grass or a soldier. '

"It's... a buyout, isn't it?"

- I don't think you have to push it.

Voices from communications became one step lower.

'You are the "root" of the orchester, stretched out on the raindeer. Let us not forget that we are obliged to report in detail'

A group of lawless organizations that never appear on the surface stage and leap in the back without light. Among the many that exist, Orchester boasts the largest.

One of the elements that makes that status unwavering is the human resources that have taken root throughout the continent.

Lindoane herself, for example, is the court chanter (Mage) of the Principality of Risemary, and Theodosius, famous for his strongest wing in the regiment, is the top knight of the great empire of Zackabar.

He was a former knight of the kingdom of Effalk in the first place from Quindor, the chief, and his assistant Debias is from the Duke's family in the country.

All those who were or were in the heart of the country.

Essentially, it was not the intentional sending of these personnel to the country, but the gathering of dignitaries from all over the country in agreement with Quindor's will, which is characteristic of an organization called Orchester.

Whatever this connection was, Orchester was able to share the situation and trends across countries.

And that's the dermy in Raindeer.

By the way, he's an 'exception'. People the organization has deliberately and successfully managed to get them to dive in. As Lindoane put it, it was a 'root' that stretched secretly into the land of lions.

From giant nations with lots of patriots like Raindeer, Lefe and Bulkfort, it's hard to come up with endorsers of Quindor's aspirations. On the contrary, there were concerns that the movement would be perceived and the organization would be blinded to the technology it kept secret.

Now is not yet the time to move flashly. The stage of female ambush as she steps on her feet and solidifies.

That is the intention of the organization.

'I don't mind any trivial things. Report.'

"Mr. Lindoane is the one... I haven't forgotten, have I? Mr. Quindole is... so familiar with my personality, he's drawn to Orchester."

"You tease me for a long time.... Is there something you can't talk about?

Lindoane's voice brings unlimited cold. If it was on its way to the face, depending on the response, it was a sign that the assault technique could fly.

but.

"What kind of underwear is Mr. Lindoane wearing now ~? Black? White? Like a solid impression, a plain one with no decorations? Or surprisingly, is it a flashy, fantastic one? Or stunned, is it possible you didn't put anything on it?"

"…, ………………………………!?

That the oligarchy dermies have fallen apart, and even their contents. It wouldn't be impossible for a woman to be out of line.

In the meantime, the man continues to talk pale.

"... and well, King Aldia is going to ask this. Whatever... you don't have to answer this question, do you? Along with that...... I don't feel the need to report any details either. Well, don't worry. I will carefully scrutinize the information here and report it if I think it is necessary ~ …"

I was a dermy trying to finish the correspondence as it was.

"It's black."

"... what?

'I'm talking about my underwear. It's black, and you might feel flashy seeing it all the time.'

"............, fu, ha. Really? That's again..."

While I was impressed that one of these was taken, now Lindoane plugs it in.

'You should have asked Mr Dermey, who is a lousy speaker besides about people's underwear, from here without leaving it to his voluntary report. Firstly, Lugo Aliumi and Belgrette Fizz Gertirude. Can you tell me what you know about these two?'

"...... Hmm......, I just wanted to respond to Mr. Lindoane's heart for shame...... I don't even know him. What if… let's apologize and actually get in touch"

'... no. It is dangerous to intentionally let exploration in. Indeed, before, one of the "Silver Legion Troops" Silverios "should have been scandalous and disposed of. Approaching the detour may be suspicious'

"............... Really? Well...... if you are Lugo Aliumi, I am also interested in you personally. If you need anything, I'll let you know."

'Please. Oh, and one more thing, it's about Dino Gailroen. It should be a long time since he's gone if you try Raindeer, but what's the impact or change around?

"That's right... I don't know much about it... but it seems to have been rumored to be a chill in the liquor store before. Lately, I need to see your face. On the contrary, to that extent. Seems like he was originally just a bad boy in college... I just couldn't see him for a little while and nobody seems to care ~"

'Was it? I was afraid that Ninetail might have finished early, and I would be distracted from it...... you don't seem to have a problem with it for one second'

Ha, and take a breath.

"So that's it"

The female chanter (Magee) cut up pale clerically.

"Oh... is that enough?"

'Yeah. Because it doesn't seem fruitful, and I'm busy looking like this.... oh, just one last thing'

Slightly joking, then seeping through something ominous.

'- If your concealment of information damages Orchester... Would you please order your liver to take responsibility this time?

Finally, the communication ripples scattered.

".................. healthy, hey"

Reassemble your legs and look at the ceiling again.

"... I know, all the time"

I know. In time, Dermie didn't tell him.

The first expedition to Bobo, refrained from nearby. The Orchester guys didn't touch anything about this.

In other words, it was decided.

He said it was a matter that didn't need to be told to the organization. While correctly predicting what might happen by that at the moment.

The fact that we are headed to the original Bo is not a secret in itself. I wonder where it might get into the members' ears.

What matters is the consequences of this mission.

If you dare to mention...

"... for King Aldia and Mr. Quindor... to be the best 'performer'..."

Raindeer, and Orchester.

One man leading to both sides, just quietly chuckled.

off the streets extending into the plains. Pompous and lights on, the barracks at night.

Near the cabin where Dermie relaxed, Raindeer soldiers with pine lights stared 'at it' with a dazzling glance.

"Unbelievable...... Really, just one of these monsters...?

"Totally agree... more than the evidence is rolling this way..."

Parked in front of the barracks, an ultra-large luggage car. It's a simple one with roughly three mile squares of wheels on it - but on top of it lay a huge beast that had run out.

The exterior is a bear. The total length is just over three miles. The giant is stuck out of the luggage. The lost eye is cloudy green. The scorched brown body hair covering the entire body is slightly longer than thirty centals or so, and even the underlying muscles undergo abnormal development. Unique distortion, such as the unmade connection and consolidation of a number of meat chunks. Though it was falling on the side, its thickness was like a rocky mountain.

No matter, it can't be a normal organism. He was a devil's messenger and repellent being, a grudge demon. And that's...

"Rank A, Midbed Bloor...... Take this guy alone... so light..."

The throat-soaked soldiers turn their gazes in alignment. to that cabin where Dermie is staying.

"Your Majesty drew in three years ago, the newest" Silver Legion Troop "Silvalios"... "

"Hey, that's just the right fit for your sire's glasses, you new bastard... I don't want to admit it. I hate to admit it... it's category A, this guy..."

"How many people are in this country...? This is all he can imitate..."

Recently, the number of cases of resentment demons is increasing.

By all means imitate it - it was only a few days ago that this Midbed Bloor was witnessed in a city along the northern border.

Category A, in which monsters are classified as inferior - albeit not significantly different.

It's no longer like a disaster, such as the top resentment demon from most humans. Same in terms of monsters out of the hands of both A and S.

All in all, the border guards, who decided they had nothing left in their hands, requested rescue, and it was Dermie who came.

The result is as you can see.

"But... on the contrary, I found him wrong in His Majesty's wisdom."

"Sort of. The next expedition would be cheap with that dermy."

"Leaving in a week? But, Your Majesty, what is it now that you have your first bowl? Once upon a time, there was a time when the countries and the likes tried to explore... but no one could break through, and they stopped listening to nature."

"Well. But it's what His Majesty does. I'm sure you had something in mind."

"Sure. There's no mistake in that one. We wait for the good news."

Speaking spoken, the soldiers pulled up to the stuffing.

Quiet fall evening. True circles shining in the far sky - Ish Mani, the goddess of the night, is still quietly watching the world tonight.

Ozuroy Godarik, who serves as a regular Raindeer soldier, was skipping the art of communication as he walked home from the Mass Tavern Gautendor.

"Mom, I'm going on an expedition tomorrow. I'll be back in a month or so."

'Well, well, well. Finally what? But...'

Contrary to my son, who deliberately and proudly reports, my old mother's voice is dark.

That won't be impossible either.

Forbidden land, the first expedition to Bobo.

A formidable group of mercenaries ran away after encountering a terrible grudge demon. One fact-finding team that misjudged did not return as one. Such rumors persist, an unprecedented realm. What lies at the bottom of it, so far no one has been able to make sure of it and go back.

A dangerous mission, with no coverage to return to alive. But an honorable assignment, given immediately by King Aldia. If we succeed, it will definitely be a great feat. Special prizes have also been promised, so I can increase my service to my mother.

"Don't worry about it. Whatever you say, this time the captain of the regiment is that Lord Amanda... and there's even Deputy Bloody Fear of Silver Legion Squad Silverios. It's safer than any mission I've ever had."

That was just too exaggerated, but I said it out bright to reassure my mother.

Ozuroy himself, never optimistic, but definitely had a sense of relief. In addition to the first two, he will also be accompanied by that Bergrette, as well as Lisalit Tailvid of the "Silver Legion Troop" Silvalios. It is a fair assortment of beauties with impeccable skill, and I cannot hope for any more as eye care.

Besides, there are rumours that in these external expeditions it is easy for men and women to become friends.

Of course, I'm not really getting that kind of frowny talk, but I can't even say enough about total cod outing than spending a long time in a pattern between depositing my life.

(Ma, whether or not I can have such a relationship with a woman would be a whole different story...)

The god of beauty seemed to have created himself with one hassle of leisure or something, and I am aware that he is not a big face... and Ozuroy was splitting up.

Regardless of such a lower heart - this expedition is definitely impeccable in terms of strength.

Two more from "Silver Leaf Squad Silvalios," Ted Tailvid and Dermie Charzorbert.

And there is a division of approval and disapproval among the soldiers, but rumored guerrillas are also accompanied. That arrangement, which is said to be reminiscent of Geisserius, has long been of concern.

Besides...

"Even I've been a regular soldier for two years now. I'm sure he's pretty confident."

Holding his fist, Ozuroy, who has just turned nineteen, speaks powerfully.

In fact, the sword's skill was the best of the young. The back length was less than one hundred and eighty centers, which was considerably lower compared to those around him, but he was complacent that the muscles he wore were thicker than the others. He dreams of polishing the arms of his sword more, overlapping his achievements, and eventually being selected as "Silver Legion Troop" Silvalios. If we succeed successfully in this task, we will certainly be one step closer to that goal.

"Then it's time to hang up. If the mission is to be prolonged, I'll send you a letter."

'... yeah, go be careful. I just need you to come home safe and sound, so... Bye. May the blessings of Jed Meteeu be upon you...'

As the barracks I was staying in approached, I finished communicating with my mother, although it was a little unfortunate.

I feel comfortable on a slightly chilly autumn night due to my burning body on the way home from the tavern. Above all, he refrained from the task of being considered a major actor and was overflowing with pride.

Fifteen years after losing my father to illness. I can finally return a gracious favour to my mother, who raised herself with one woman.

…………

Soldier with a lot of confidence, though it had some booze in it. Thus, Ozouroy was able to notice the discomfort.

Dark alley. One man stands, blocking his way. He's got a hood deep in his eyes, and he can't peek at that face. He's as low in height as he is, and would be about one hundred and seventy-five centals. Passenger -, not.

"Excuse me, Ozouroy Godaric."

"... but you're right."

"Kun" is also a sight to behold from above. Feel free to pull out your lower back sword at any time, and the young soldier answers without alarm.

"An up-and-coming nineteen-year-old. Swordarm is one of the best of the young. On the night of the White Week, sober gently at the Mass Tavern Gautendor. but I never drink deeply. To be able to handle unexpected situations."

"... you know me as badly as I do. If you're a woman, you're welcome... I don't have a hobby for you."

Exactly now. In response to the 'unexpected circumstances', Ozuroy finally reaches for the long sword of his hips.

The grace of the god of beauty was not received one now, but the god of war was proud to have received so much protection.

Vertigo and roll the force in your arms. physical strengthening. The effect is one and a half minutes. If this is the time, too much time. I won't give it while releasing the Divine Chant Oracle. If you want to make strange moves - at that moment, slash down.

The man in the hood speaks pale as ever in front of a soldier who obviously gets more alert.

"I'll apologize first, Ozouroy. After days of intensive investigation - skill, stature, circumstances... no one but you matched the conditions."

"What are you talking about"

"So I apologize in advance."

There was no more alarm than shards. There was a man in a hood who was in my sight. That monstrous being who watched not to miss out on every move.

――――――

Completely, disappeared from Ozouroy's present.

- What happened was the wind. Finding that it was the aftermath of the enemy approaching at a terrible rate, Ozouroy pulls out his sword.

By spinning the body one turn, the slashing trajectory depicts a true circle like a goddess shining overhead. I instantly lost sight of the enemy. But no matter where you go, it's a blow to the ground.

The silver sword I wielded with all my strength felt hooked and stopped, diagonally rearward to the left. A testament that there are enemies there.

……

I had a response. Ozuroy, who looked back to see who the mysterious thief was,

"Hey... to"

Just stunned, peeled off his eyes.

It was stopped. A sword wielded with all its might, just by bare hands. by both palms, in a pinched form.

(My... sword, in this way - huh!?

"Nice knife. There was no madness in my eyes."

Hood figure speaks praise.

But. The person showed it - it's completed in a terrifying area, some martial arts. 'Something' that doesn't match a young voice, enough to think that humans can reach so much frontiers.

Ozouroy didn't even know. That's a technique called blade removal.

That was all a young soldier could recognize. The appearance of an enemy that disappears once again. Impact I feel on my wrist. Long sword to be knocked down. neck muscles and jaw tips, simultaneous stabbing vibrations to be received. Ground rising abruptly...

He looked down at Ozuroy, who fell and lay on his depression, and the man in the hood took a small sigh of sigh. fist that was only letting his index finger protrude - unlock the 'one fist' and pay for the bread and hands.

"... forgive me, I can't say. It's an act that doesn't think about your convenience. [M] Still."

Repentance does not reach anyone's ear. Even if you know you're just talking to yourself.

"It's for the world, what can I say... don't sound frigid for long"

Gently lift Ozuroy's body around his shoulders, wrapped in muscles that are good enough.

"It's okay. I won't do anything to hurt your honor. I just need you to lend me your presence for a little while."