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

The exhaled breath rises white.

Under the cold skies, the guardian of the law, who had completed his tour of the city, walked carelessly to the barracks.

Cluttered hair, round back. From the thin face, I can't feel something about motivation. Both hands are stuck in the underwear sac 'Pocket' and you wouldn't know a knight if you weren't wearing black silver armor.

Dermie Chazorbert of Silver Legion Troop Silvalios, who is credited with such an impassioned man,

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I stopped my legs in a way that blocked my hands going to the men and women who showed up.

Good afternoon, Mr. Dermey.

"Goddamn it! He looks like he's still unmotivated!

They were two in contrast.

One is a woman in a brown robe hood. The majority of my face is covered and hidden, only my mouth is exposed. The magician "Mage" is quite a costume.

And the other is an adventure-style big man with feathers on his coat, Cloak. Grey hair similar to tendons and one long scar running from forehead to nose column and cheek stand out. Bear two long swords in a cross-sectional fashion, rough enough to look at. He was like a beast who got to walk bipedally.

Together, it is Dermie's knowing face.

"... I need to talk to you"

The woman who said she was pompous sneezed her jaw, indicating an alley by the side. Following the two, Dermie also entered that narrow, dark gap.

On an invisible dark trail, she pushes the hood the woman was wearing to her back.

A young woman with dark green hair tied up, looking serious. Such a sturdy thing as a joke to see. A sharp eye peeking from the back of the black edge glasses stares at the kicking dermy.

"............... what is it, Secretary Lindoane? If you think you've come uncommonly and directly, you look so scared."

Woman chanter (Magee) - Lindoane, a member of Orchester, once walked over to the tip of Dermie's nose.

"I'm talking about this fall. In regular contact, what I told you...... remember?

"... talk? What was it?"

Dermie doesn't look at each other.

Giri, and the sound of eating up his teeth sounds.

"If you harm Orchester by keeping information secret… you take responsibility."

"Oh... you even talked about that"

"Being silent about your first expedition to Bobo would be fine. But... when I heard you were accompanying me on that mission, I just doubted my ears. Plus I hear you didn't interfere, you worked as a knight, as a matter of course. As a result, Aldia has achieved her purpose"

"Me too... it's something to do, isn't it? Safe, I survived my first bob ~. Foiled as the chanter Mage. Glad to hear it."

An arm stretched out of the robe grabs up Dermie's chest.

Wood spirits low in alleys are the voice of a cursed woman.

"- You. Are you making fun of me?

"Oops... you're scared ~"

A darmy with a grip on his collar, no rush color. Instead, Lindoane, who eats it, was more plainly distorting his expression.

"No need to explain, I won't let you say......! Why have you been silent on this whole series of matters? I'll talk to you. And if you refuse to do so..."

"... waltzman for that, is it"

Dermie throws a chilling glance at the tense big man watching him as he gets his chest grabbed.

"Goddamn it! It's about you, you must have some idea. There is a proviso that people don't understand. Do one of the explanations, keep it up and Lindoane will have a bad stomach."

Encouraged by the audacious Waltzmann, Dermie sighs and speaks out. Never mind the collar that remains grabbed by the woman's slender arms.

"... Mr. Waltzmann, you're in a good mood. Was it also a good thing?

"No? Well, Quindor has established a policy to fight Aldia. You can make love to that wretched king. As a warrior's end, you can't be heartbroken."

"... I guess you don't even have to think about how you look like that... about the face of the extermination unit Ostinato..."

At the same time as that word, Dermie's chest looses. As he had lost his power, Lindoane's hand had been released.

"You, no way..."

I retreat in a vertigo, like I'm dizzy. Waltzman supported her back like that with his big hand "oops". And that he snorts with a nibble of laughter.

"Complete. That kind of stomach buildup."

"From the beginning, that's what it's all about...? Orchester and King Aldia, with the intention of fighting......!

Lindoane, on the other hand, was faintly shaking her lips.

With a special advantage, Orchester is reigning at the top of the continent's dark society.

This time King Ardia realizes the crystal of the soul heart power Prarna - its presence in the organization called the soul heart power Amber Andillata - and by using this, he is trying to stand to the same technical standard.

If you leave this alone, Orchester will be swallowed. I won't get any money. If you are constrained by funds, the organization's - Quindor's goal is far from being achieved.

In order to prevent such a thing, we must fight.

He said he deliberately caused the situation.

"Ah......, you! You are! Dermie Charzole Belt - Huh!

Around her, a rough wind swirls.

"Wait."

Lindoane, who began chanting with or without, was suppressed in the form of a winged strangler by Waltzmann.

"Get off me! Get off me, Waltzman! I still shouldn't have let this' bat 'go wild...... ugh!

"Chill your head a little, Lindoane. I noticed that too. A talented woman's lord would easily understand.... sooner or later, the battle against Aldia was inevitable. Right? Darmy."

"... that's the place... hey"

"What do you mean...!

Dermie explains to her in the same tone as usual, as she stays contained.

"... I can't, what is it? At a time when a man named Aldia realized the existence of crystals, Orchester had to fight...... Not so far into the future, is. Mr. Lindoane... you say I failed in my duty to report... but what if I was properly explaining the original Bo case?

"Do what you know! Naturally, you've decided to let it stop you!

"How?

"Send in an assassin... and, of course, pretend to accompany you on a mission."

So Lindoane hangs up the words like a hack.

"Have you noticed? Yes... I can't, what is it? It's too late, from the beginning."

The progression to the original Bobo - the recovery of the crystals of the soul heart power Prarna in the depths, is the grief of King Aldia. This plan had been infused with spare effort.

Suppose, for example, that this has been disrupted and succeeded.

No, Raindeer doesn't know Orchester exists. If you do it, you'll be sure to succeed.

But if that happens...

King Aldia looks for the bad guy with his blood on his eyes.

How cleverly disguised as nature to stand in the way, the king finds it deliberate.

As a result, the presence of Orchester is revealed. No matter how good the underground organization is, you won't be able to deceive the eyes of the lion king who meant it. If that happens, we'll end up fighting over it.

"Either way, if we fight, it will mean that the status quo, where our existence is unknown, is somewhat better...... We can get ahead of ourselves whenever we want."

Waltzmann, who also acts as a well-known mercenary, calmly analyzes it from that point of view.

To Lindoane with a stunned look, Dermie told him once now.

"... the battle was inevitable when King Ardia realized the presence of the soul and heart amber Andillata."

And keep looking up at the winter sky.

"King Aldia is... Raindeer is strong. That's already, overwhelmingly. But… it seems impossible to win here, such as fulfilling Mr. Quindor's dream…" Saving everyone from the darkness "

A cold winter breeze.

"... so just because... this..."

"He's crazy, isn't he?"

First time here.

Dermie flexed her long lean body and peered into Lindoane's face from below. For the first time, both eyes meet.

"You think you're going to lose?"

"... I don't think so! But not prematurely......!

"It fits rather well, yes. Is that okay? Orchester has now become a huge organization with so many of those to whom it belongs. But if you have a lot of people, that's all it takes to make your actions brighter. It makes it harder to keep it secret. Did you forget? Dino Gailroen knew we existed because he had a terminal that was playing with boredom in the back of the mountain, didn't he ~? The same is true for ninetails. I can't hold her down enough, I'm letting her head under Dino. It's a case where a third party might have known we existed."

……

"Don't lick Your Majesty ~. I was lurking my breath like this, and that guy will definitely notice." Silver Legion Squad Silverios "is what I say, no doubt ~. If you pile up on such a small matter, you must... Then..."

"Before they know we exist, we'll set them up here..."

Listening to what Waltzman had to say, Dermie returned to her usual posture.

"...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

A thick luxury mercenary voice on the back of a man who started walking without waiting for a reply as he asked.

"It's Darmy."

"What is it"

"You're going to like the Lord. Ha ha ha! " Full ", indeed !

"Please don't. I don't have a hobby for you."

Don't look back. Return, after a narrow, dim alley.

Return to the bright boulevard and head to the quarters as originally planned.

I didn't even care in particular, but Lindoane never came after me.

(……… seen…)

There is no lie or falsehood in the circumstances described by Dermie.

But.

- That didn't matter.

Oh, it always comes back to me when I think of them.

Behind my brain, that summer sight.

Blue and lush forest roads. A world made up of intertwined branches, strong men fighting for hegemony on it -

(… seen…………………………………)

The tooth row also lifted Dermie's mouth to peel... no one saw a crooked grin.

"Goddamn it! I don't think I'm in the mood, it's Lindoane!

"... you're in such a good mood."

The two men and women with contrasting appearances waiting for carriages along the border still exchanged in contrasting voices.

"Again, I... am not convinced"

Lindoane leaks like a groan as she pulls the end of the hood worn at the depth of her eyes.

"In this Raindeer expedition, the identity of what was at the bottom of the original Bo was recognized. In addition, the fact that a person has appeared who has reached the land of the former… this also includes the implication that the necessary force of war has been found to attack. Although the best conditions are in place for this time, and there are only a few countries where personnel are allocated for the attack… It is not surprising that a second muddy target appears."

"Even so, there would be a country in this land with more power than Raindeer. I'm sure Theodosius' hometown is the exception... but it's not as easy as it sounds to catch a second dojo."

Even as Waltzman speaks as he strokes his own rough jaw, the woman says back flashly.

"We are certain that unnecessary sparks were scattered. Raindeer, more importantly, attacked Bobo with little sacrifice..."

I hear that when withdrawal is normal with total annihilation or equivalent damage, it took about a seventh of the troops to die.

I just want to avoid being a Lindoane, even if the wrong person is interested in the original Bo.

"But Dermie also has a point. Especially the extermination squad Ostinato... I guess they won't be able to make a big deal of it forever.... I can wait a long time. Not even on me."

"Maybe so, but..."

"Don't guide me."

When the big man put those thick arms together and laughed, the two swords carried swayed to synchronize as well.

"The time is ripe. Wait any longer and you won't rot."

Waltzmann's fists clenching a lot, and his strength hangs.

"We're the only ones who can get rid of that 'darkness'. We're going to save everyone who lives in this world, and we're not going to let this place get behind us. Before the second dojo shows up... no, before Raindeer moves, it's all over."

"... what optimism..."

Oh, and Lindoane exhaled deeply. This is why the samurai, that is also troublesome for the strong. I seek a satisfactory battle. I try to jump into a predicament myself. Try to enjoy the crisis. It's not a hoard to be dragged in with you.

"... but even though I don't feel comfortable because of that man's presence"

"Huh? What is that man,?

"... needless to say. I'm Kinzor Granshua."

"Hum, is that Jii?"

The mouth of Waltzman, who rubbed his jaw, symbolizes the delight of nicari and luxury.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm more concerned about the brother of the escort. Quite the user. Hey, that one. I've never seen or heard of the 'Shishima' genre. As a samurai's end, my heart dances."

"... Damn, you're always leaping. Your heart is."

The mysterious old man who has been trying to make contact with Orchester about where he heard it from.

He is now in favor of the regiment by unknown forces that become 'fused', but he has not become a full constituent.

Visiting the mansion from time to time seems to be meeting with Quindor and Debias.

Last time was yesterday.

Shortly after the meeting with that weird old man, I hear the captain has established a policy of contention with Raindeer.

(There is no need for me to think about one thing in the west. Again, as things stand, I should be concerned..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

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Worrying, trying to be told I'm nervous, I still can't ignore it. If there are any disturbing elements at all, it is still your job to eliminate them. A woman named Lindoane Calfest has always done so.

"... waltzman. You're going west now."

One thing to come...... I should have planned to take part in the first massive job as an orchester as well.

"Oops, pussy.... Oops, yeah, I forgot. I remember. I can't wait to report it to the Clerk's Office. I can't wait to be messed with like a dermy. Goddamn it! No, I made a dime north of the refeit in the fall, but I met an interesting guy there"

"The roster of contestants for the heavenly banquet previously created by your Lord... that's the guy on it."

"! Who is it?

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Okay, well, I was wondering if you'd come."

…… Will you come...? What do you mean? Didn't you have to secure it? "

"Oh, that's why I hung up. If you're interested, you should come."

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"Don't worry, I won't give you the name of the organization. You don't even realize I'm a waltzman. Ha ha ha ha!"

... This is why the samurai.

Again, if I don't hold on. For Orchester... for Quindor, who leads the regiment.

It is the competent secretary who moves without being instructed. It is only by fulfilling his potential desire that he is entitled to stand next door.

(First...)

For now, as things stand, leaving Raindeer alone is extremely dangerous. Therefore, Quindor also recognized some mighty nations as enemies. The situation seems to have inspired even a pitiful man to fight.

(Fortunately, I know the purpose of Raindeer for the moment...)

Use the crystals brought back from the original bob to create something new.

I mean, if you return the back,

(If the soul and heart strength Amber Andillata brought back from Bobo is lost, Raindeer's plan will be frustrated...)

There's no need to blow a fight from the front. Kinzor and Dermie want Quindor... and hence Orchester, but they won't let him do what he wants.

That crystal is not an easily reacquirable substitute. Stop there and it will be over.

(But how do I get into contact with the center of Raindeer...?

The opponent is neither a helpless small country nor a developing country that gasps for poverty. A strong country doesn't need help from the outside. Raindeer is known for its stiff ties. With that dermy, I was finally able to root it out. And this plan, I can't use that man I don't trust.

Lindoane serves as a court chanter (Mage) for the Principality of Risemary in the tabular world, but her interaction with Raindeer is extremely rare. As much as I export wine. Politically speaking, none of them equals contacts or anything else.

(... if anything, weakness)

For example, is there any problem with Raindeer right now?

Financial situation. Political struggle. Policing. Problems with the living environment…. Orchester pokes those gaps and enters.

Example countries such as the ones Waltzman is about to head to were no longer full of holes like cheese and rather filled with gaps to penetrate. It was brittle enough to collapse if you touch it, but when the other person becomes that raindeer, the story changes.

And when it comes to chronic problems in any country,

(... sickness, etc.)

Whatever the cause. Aging, sickness, injury.

Is there anyone who wants to recover under any circumstances? Like Cayer and Duen in the refe today.

Yes… for example, is there an 'important person in bedtime'?

(- Shall I look into it? Assuming there is such a person, we have the best personnel to poke there......)

Pushing up the edge of the black glasses, Lindoane wears the hood deeper.

There must be.

Simply because it is a large country, there is also a high rate of occurrence of such situations with many denominators.

In search of the debacle of the mighty kingdom, the woman glowed her eyes behind her glasses.