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

Lindoane Calfest, who turned to her desk in a dim private room where she also studied, had her head troubled.

Pushing up her glasses and rubbing her eyelids, Orchester's woman chanter (Magee) exhales a gloomy sigh from the bottom of her belly. It drains the bad starch from the body without leaving it.

However, if a negative element disappears with such a thing, I will not have a hard time.

(Totally...)

This mansion, home to Orchester, is filled with unprecedented air.

Needless to say, since Commander Quindor has expressed his willingness to fight Raindeer.

Everyone and he are standing somewhere.

I don't know how that feels, but I don't. However,

(Nothing, you don't need to cross blades from the front...)

Finally, if the Andillata, the soul and heart amber owned by that country, is lost, that's fine. If they can't develop sealing tools, they can't be surprised.

Under such a proprietary policy, Lindoane, who recognizes Orchester's brains, was working out a strategy to get closer to Raindeer.

(For once, I have heard interesting stories from pedestrians. Says, "Sleeping Princess"......)

The details are unknown, but there seems to be a dignitary in Raindeer today who won't wake up asleep for a long time.

(Exactly a good case for Doctor - but I think it would be better if we went over some more research...)

Just 'asleep' is a little weak. Are you injured or sick, why are you in such a condition, or do you not wake up suddenly one day?

I'm suddenly "let" suddenly, and I can't let you expose the existence of Orchester in case. We should be careful here.

If you insist on…, everyone will laugh at you for thinking too much about worrying. It turns and is treated as solid.

(Nothing, I guess I've never gone beyond caution...)

Anyway, now what do we do from here?

To take this "Sleep Princess," I still...

So the sound of the door slamming "Knock" sounds.

"Yes - just a moment please"

When I took my seat and opened the door, what I was waiting for was the black clothes of the mansion.

"Take this. Sent to the Clerk."

One thin envelope was given along with a terminal report.

"Oh, thank you."

While accepting and returning to your seat, confirm the sender first. Now, which case is the table or the back?

Lindoane, a court chanter (Mage) in the Principality of Risemary with the title of clerk, is now seconded to the Jarome Chamber of Commerce in the name of a technical partnership.

Both jobs, both as state officials and as secretaries of Orchester, live the days of doing so in this Quindor mansion.

Therefore, such deliveries were not known until I checked.

"! Doctor......"

If you flip the envelope, the sender's name that was noted belongs to 'Behind' comrades.

That, too, is exactly who I was trying to guess in this case. When I cut the seal and changed the contents, it was a single letter that came out.

The woman who ran her eyes on the text,

"... na..."

I just lost my word.

…………

To sum up, the doctors are coming this way.

To conclude, there is no problem. Rather, from what I was about to call him, it can also be considered convenient.

But - what I don't like is the person who intervened in the decision. That's the name that was written down.

"Kinzor Granshua......"

Are you not only talking about Quindor's policy decisions earlier, but also getting to this point?

(Are you going to be an executive too? That old man........................... already!

One person in the room, even thinking about it, just gets irritated.

Having so decided, Lindoane decided to make some coffee downstairs to change her mood.

- Oh. My lord, Wayne Lips, the god of wind.

On the ground floor of the mansion, standing down to the great hall, Lindoane accidentally fell into the comfort of just looking up to heaven.

He said that he had come for the purpose of distracting his anger, because he had encountered the culprit.

"Hi-hi, this is Lord Lindoane. Sorry to bother you."

Little old man in white. The number of wrinkles engraved in his face tells the story of his old age as it is. An old husband everywhere, wearing a brown beret and a muffler of the same color around his neck.

But its identity is Kinzor Granshua, a first-degree sinner designated as an ultra-high prize neck in Raindeer. So, for once, I'm in disguise with berets, mufflers, etc. - "I'm going," it seems. Is that cluttered measure an indication of your mind that you do not even care about what you are asking?

The most similar sketches in the arrangement. Yeah, this isn't Raindeer. I don't think there's a problem with this.

"We're out of time, Lord Kinzor. Looks like you're here a lot."

As for Lindoane, it was an intended sarcasm greeting with "you free man,"

"Hi-ha. He's an old bone who can't afford it."

A response that seemed clear to me. Again, I didn't like it.

"So we're already ready on the example thing?

Say you're free. Lindoane narrowed her eyes and said, "Not yet."

"Yeah, it's done. All you have to do is leave."

A natural reply when it comes to natural.

"... speaking of Lord Kinzor. Isn't that escort with you today?

Opened luxurious hall. There is no such thing as that muscular guardian by the old man nestled near its entrance and exit.

I don't even see any other people on the field. As a person to be chased, why not be careless?

(... what are you going to do if I strip my fangs here)

How this weird old man is called 'Penta', there are people and people who have been up close and across the street. Distance reached if you reach. Mistakes can easily occur if it is also one of the shortcuts.

Even if not, Lindoane herself, one of the finest court chanters (Mage) in the Principality of Risemary.If you feel like it, you can do as much as you want...

against Lindoane, a slightly lowering thought of drinking,

"Hi-ha. Are you talking about Mercosia? Then you'll be in good hands."

"Oh really? I can't seem to see you, but which way now?

"Hi-ha. - Yours, right behind you."

"Huh!?

If you look back unintentionally and reflexively, how the hell long have you been there? A thick, smudged man stood close.

Quiet herd of blue eyes, short pruned hair, a martial bone face and white skin. Neck to shoulder and arm muscles that bulge into all the rips. Weird speckled underwear.

Not as tall as the upper shoulder. But due to its muscle mass, the feeling of heaviness and intimidation to the point of being overwhelming.

The old man's escort, Mercosia Aitomatov, was standing in a huge mass of rocks.

(... I can't believe I'm so close and unaware of this)

Let's see how delightful the old man is.

"This is Mercosia. It doesn't really threaten the lady. Hi-ha."

"disrespect"

Words are backbellies, sorry and other faceless expressions that have not even floated with fine dust, and Mercosia takes a position next to Kinzor. That's how the weird old man and his guardian fit into their usual familiar schematics.

(………………………)

I don't care. I really don't care.

Excuse me.

- and Lindoane, who throws up such an abandoned dialogue and disperses to escape - was not.

He is the brainchild of Orchester, proud secretary of Quindor, bent over.

"... Lord Kinzor. Do you have time for this?

"Hi-ha. As I said, we have plenty of time."

"So how about coffee or something? I was just coming down here to get some clothes, too."

"Hum, was it Master Left? So let's just say it's sweet for you?

"Yeah, please don't hesitate."

Like a coffee shop clerk, Lindoane urged the two of them to take their seats in the back.

(............... I don't need you to lick it)

It's the bones that pull in here so hard. I dive in because I'm a dick.

I don't live the world behind the table and strands on Dada.

Lindoane Calfest is - the object of disgust, which is why we gain a better understanding.

If you do, it can also help you understand your opponent's weaknesses, and at the end of the day it can lead to efficient elimination.

"Well, please wait."

About a dozen minutes to work in the side water room. Having finished brewing the coffee for the three, Lindoane returned to the hall with them in a basin.

"Go ahead."

Place a basin on a glass table with moss grey crosses and distribute them in front of each eye.

"If you need sugar or white milk, go there"

show them by hand, provided at the edge of the table.

"Hi-hi, thank you for your concern. So, will you have it?"

Kinzor was the one who mouthed the coffee first.

……

Lindoane herself carried the cup to her mouth while hiding a faint surprise.

"Um, it's delicious. Wear Mercosia, too.... hi-hi, was it a surprise? Lord Lindoane."

"!... what is it?

"The fact that the eagle didn't make Mercosia taste toxic."

"Eh."

You were right.

Kinzor didn't even let the escort confirm, but first included the drink in his mouth. What would you have done if there had been 'what if'?

Lindoane felt such a surprise while pushing him to death, but Kinzor purposefully guessed.

"Hi-ha. I was a doctor when I was younger, and I learned a lot about poison by playing. If you say so, you'll see. Most importantly, it doesn't even work as a poison since it became this body."

Tingling arms to the right and left, or skin with different textures in parts. The 'inside' also seems to draw a line with the regular person.

"... I'm hearing a little from Mr. Debias. You're interested. Why did you choose a way of life like this and get such flesh when you worked in medicine in a far away land? In the first place, who were you born to?

"La Ebaria que ale"

"What?"

"It's the name of the country where I was born and raised. La Ebaria que ale"

It's like I've never heard of it.

Even Lindoane, which leads to both worlds, on the table and behind.

"... how far away is it?

"Well... from here, would it be less than fifteen years away?"

"... ten, five years...?

For a moment, I suspected it was a mistake.

"Hi-ha. In fact, I repeated the stopover, so if it's a straight distance, it's a decade or so?

Either way, I can't.

I left when Lindoane was a girl who wasn't even old enough to finally get there by now my hometown......

How far does this earth go in the world?

"... Lord Mercosia has always taken that journey...?

This martial arts escort looks the same age as himself. If so, have you followed them since childhood? I glance at him sideways, but it was the Lord who answered.

"No, it wasn't until you came to 'this side' that you met Mercosia. Shapely Mountains...... was it, east of Warger Tab. There was a little bit of a connection in the northern village. We've only been dating for a few years."

"... Were you"

"And my hometown was a big country. It flourished in many men, but therefore many were 'blurry'. Even if the heart is full of vitality and glamour, if you put it in a little secluded, it will change the way things look."

Speaking, Kinzor took the white milk pottery that was ready for the table. Tilt the pour and slowly drape it into the coffee. An obscure white covered the surface of a cup full of black.

"Exactly... like this coffee. Even though it looks white and clean on the surface, just below it lies the black of the abyss. That was the country."

As if to break the situation, Kinzor inserted and stirred a spoon in the cup.

Peek into the ambiguous grin, the distant Gentile old man says.

La Ebaria que ère. Its king capital was huge and vibrant, but the rest of the world seemed terrible, a world where the indigent poor could not live on that day. As a matter of course, he said, it was a situation in which the dead and wounded continued.

"There was always someone's body rolling down the street. Rotten odors stand in, which attract beasts and resentful demons, feeding on those who pass by. That's a repeat."

"… did the country not respond to anything?"

"Like I said, you had too many people. So much so that I couldn't handle it. Now, there was also a huge disparity in identity. From above, it was like a wild dog, such as a remote poor man. I wouldn't have responded, I wouldn't have."

It is a world of weak and forceful eating by purity, where the law does not exchange meaning either. No matter how far away they are, those areas are still not uncommon. Born into such a poor family in one region, Kinzor had been given only a few peculiar powers.

The right hand of death that wears everything, the left hand of life that borders everything.

"In my country, they called you 'Dieti'."

"What is it?

"It's called 'Penta' on this side. It's the name of the powerful. That's what they called it in my hometown."

"... 'diety', is it"

It's the first time I've heard of it.

I'd be surprised if it was lying or true. It was Lindoane, but it also makes sense to falsify the name 'Penta' in the first place.

"My ability, at the time, was perceived as plain... because I thought so myself. There was nothing like buying this power and putting it over you."

Cutting is just an idea consisting of the curiosity I had when I was a child. It was the beginning that I tried to use that power to suture my wound.

Trial and error were repeated and immersed in healing wounds more efficiently. As a boy, besides treating injuries to his family and friends, he deepened his knowledge of medicine in self-study.

When I was twenty years old, I decided to set up my own clinic. He said neighboring villagers also had a good reputation for seeing the poor at a low price.

"Hi-ha. I'm a little embarrassed to say so myself."

Years of quiet living with those treatments as a business.

The continued work on the tunnel made up quite a fortune and allowed me to live a life free of disabilities. When I only got a partner, I was given a child, and I was blessed with my grandchildren.

When white began to cross my hair, I was recognized for its solid activity and awarded an award by the state.

Here, he was given the designation "Creator" Glade Theol ". It was two names that stemmed from the steadfastness with which it continued to create raw.

"Heh. That's great. Isn't it a very robust, smoothly sailing life?"

In response to such Lindoane's praise,

"Hmm... wonderful," he said. Do you think so? "

Kinzor raises the edge of his mouth to the depth of meaning.

"Is there a problem?

"The fact that I was able to lead such a privileged life meant that that's all business was thriving. In other words, those who needed a doctor never stopped."

"... I see, that's for sure. By the time Lord Kinzor was old, the situation of the poor had not changed."

The old man nodded cocklessly.

"By the way, I had a brother about fifteen years old away."

"..., yeah"

Suddenly the story changes, and Lindoane returns a confused and vague chief consent. For once, Debias told me. Kinzor said he had a brother.

"Again, I've got a honeysuckle that doesn't resemble a weasel. Unreliable, thug...... is that it? It's just that the strength of that arm is real. I can also say that he was able to achieve a corner of success in that illegally equal world. You brushed your arm by treating this fool, who has been wounded constantly for a long time."

Fady Granshua.

The attribute I lived in was wind.

Unlike my brother, he was not "Penta," and on the contrary, he was not so blessed with the power of the divine chant Oracle, but he was skillful in handling it.

"In the meantime, I drove up the road to glory."

Beginning with an arm-white kid general, he eventually goes to the know-it-all fight bragging. All those who have tried to raise their names shall be returned. The strength of Fady was steadily polished by the repeated struggles as every day.

The only nickname I ever had was "The Fist Saint of the Devil's Capital".

He specialized in melee combat by wrapping atmospheric runoff around himself, not good at handling ranged attacks despite the user of the wind attribute.

"Uhm...... really, ah he was strong. During the full season, I didn't see anyone lined up. Even in Mercosia today, it still doesn't reach that area."

"Ha. I will refine it."

The guard returns it honestly and makes a cup of coffee.

"Ha. Was it so skillful"

On the other hand, I'm not as interested as Lindoane is. Of course, we will need some self-defense to travel the world, because we believe that the most important thing is knowledge and standing around. Because there are many people in the tissue who seem to be buried with muscle all the way into the brain, I think it is extra.

"Hi-ha. Right... even the two best of Orchesters... can you touch him?"

"... I'm sorry, but please refrain from making that statement in front of us. It's a lot of trouble."

"Hi-hi, this is rude. Let's keep it in mind."

Theodosius and Ninetail, the most vocal with the strongest in the organization.

Especially if the latter overheard this Kinzor word, just thinking about it makes me want to frown.

"Ah, he didn't have the same pattern as doing a big, plain job, so while he was young, he didn't even get a fixed position and did a washi escort. That's when that bravery got into your ear. It was to be taken as a soldier, and quickly became"

Capture the vicious sinner, defeat the mighty resentment demon, and eliminate the political enemy from one end. Only when did Fady become a hero who garnered tremendous support from the people.

"The story goes back and forth. When I was first honored by you, there was no one in the country who didn't know my brother's name."

…………

I see, and Lindoane hits a deep hammer in his heart.

I finally see it. Something to root for in this old man. Something that should be called a negative root.

"Perhaps your recognition of Washi was also to gain topicality with 'Because I'm the brother of hero Fady'. Hi-ha."

Anyway, that sounds like a possible story. From what I've heard, the ruling class in that country has been leaving the poor for years without even thinking of them as dewy. Nevertheless, he largely honored Kinzor, who later supported such poor people.

"Originally, I felt an unexplained question."

Incessant injury and illness. It was too late at the time it was transported, and things like that weren't uncommon. It was everyday such as the fact that I couldn't save him after all I had done. Each time, the survivors rebelled. I wondered why I couldn't help you.

In addition, those whose lives the majority of patients have had difficulty with. Sometimes the man worked evil if he thought he had managed to recover.

That's how my brother struggled to help humans while he got lost, while my brother became a rare Yingjie just by slamming down humans.

"It's hard to keep alive, it's easy to kill. The foolishness of the masses in honor of their ease."

(... you're out, the real deal)

Lindoane closed her eyes and rinsed her coffee.

It would be a simple story if it came to light.

My brother, who kept slamming people down, is more appreciative than himself who desperately helped people.

I've already heard only the upside from Debias. Kinzor should eventually be separating himself from his brother.

"... that was such an arrowhead. What happened was..."

At the request of the State, Kinzor and Fady were to visit a town and village located beyond a certain mountain.

"The problem is the mountain. Locally, spiritual peaks and mountains of demons have become feared places."

Black forest with constant deep fog and a creepy atmosphere.

Nevertheless, there is no problem as long as the road is not even different.

"... but the ground must have been loose because of the rain until a few days ago"

Because of the triviality, Kinzor slipped his leg. Fady, who reacted as quickly as possible, even helped his brother in a hard way, but only relied on one arm to hang from the cliffside.

"I reached out to help Faye and grabbed his arm."

The old man slowly shook his neck to the side, as he had given up somewhere.

"... it still floats behind my eyelids. He's disappearing into the darkness of Nara. I don't know what happened to you anymore."

The difficulty of keeping people alive. Ease of letting people die. My brother, who continued to defeat numerous human beings and became a hero. But he turned incredibly light to the dying side.

"... I guess that grid. My brother and I were separated when we were younger... but I didn't know there was such a situation."

"It's a decision. Bye. I was born to hang that up. Kinzor now."

Kuku, and my old husband snorted in the back of his throat. With my brother... separation from my past self, you mean?

Kinzor returned the empty cup to the desk to wrap up the conversation.

"... well. It's time for your spare time, Mercosia. Coffee, thank you very much."

"No, thank you very much."

Lindoane also takes a seat and escorts the old man and his escort to the front door.

Is it my fault? Until now, the strange old man's back seemed just a little smaller.

I don't know what you're talking about if you know what I mean.

True humans transform based on trivial cuts, they go crazy. As is often the case.

Kinzor, who then turned from living to killing when it was difficult for older people, has probably used his' fusion 'abilities to continue his evil behavior. Even treat and prolong your flesh as you gradually stop listening.

It was already dark outside. Lindoane was just quiet, looking at the backs of the two disappearing into the city at night.

(I sympathize with that complicated situation. But Kinzor Granshua -)

Eyes behind the glasses, with a cold glow.

(Again, you, to Orchester - our comrade, don't deserve it)

What we are trying to resist is a very mighty 'darkness'.

In a spirit that easily degenerates to that extent, I can't stand 'that truth' very much.

…………

Shortly before closing the front door, Lindoane turned her eyes to the night sky.

There sits a huge circle, round and shining, naturally. Its appearance surrounded by clouds illuminates the earth from the sky covered by darkness.

Ish Mani, goddess of the night, who makes a bi-perfection with Inverenus, god of the day. In heritage, she is the sister of God of the day and the daughter of God of Creation.

"... no benefit, just a chunk of stone"

The voice emanating from Lindoane's throat was accompanied by the sound of being betrayed by those who believed.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey"

From time to time, he was a floating man.

Early, I've been your brother for over thirty years. Kinzor Granshua has never seen this brother wander around. If I were to make an exception, I would put my hands on more than one woman, about when it was exposed and blamed.

Fady Granshua had a one-handed, yet agreeable look from the rocks to the ceiling. On the contrary,

"Ooh. The view of the mountain isn't bad either -"

Divulge such sentiments before the pulsating foothills spreading beneath your eyes and even waiting downwards. If the finger on the stone came off, despite being sucked in there in an instant. If the people have seen this scene, it is undoubtedly a situation in which screams wind up.

"Say something stupid and come up."

Kinzor gave in and reached out to his brother.

"Whoa, I'm sorry, brother."

In a tone that even made him feel remorseful, his brother took his brother's hand.

- The devil gives, there are words.

Fady had incredible power, although it was a massive technique that could not be handled.

That must be something close to 'foresight'. Anyway, you never get a direct hit. As if it embodied that attribute of wind, its body that no one should even touch.

The way it has always been won in a world of harsh extremes.

The sight of losing, etc. - I can't even imagine losing, its standing -

When I thought about it, I kept my hands off me.

Is it too irresponsible to describe it as intriguing?

It's just the same curiosity I had when I was a kid. Same time I blocked the wound with my thoughts.

If I let go of this hand here, this strong brother - I wonder what will happen to this man who has never just lost.

Executed, at that moment. You even look a little out of it, Fady's face.

In just a moment, the figure drinks to the darkness below and disappears. Maybe he couldn't swallow the reality that he was dropped by his brother right away. There was no screaming. Instead, there was an intermittent sound of something hitting the rock. With some wind force, a height that can't be helped.

"... oh... it's Faye..."

Even he with the power of "foresight," couldn't he read this future? Even the unbeaten one who seemed the strongest, is this something that will die easily?

My brother, who has given birth to many deaths. The hero and the famous Fady.

Will people be enthusiastic with 'death' that can be produced so easily?

Sure, there was jealousy. To my brother, who instantly became and went beyond himself. But it is only with his presence that it is true that he is who he is today. There was no resentment.

- Oh, what nonsense.

This is easy, even if you don't want to kill or have hostility. Easy, I can kill the strongest. Just one move like this. Is the creation of death so easy?

Cold Shizuku begins pouring into Kinzor's body as he stretches his arms toward Naruto and remains bent.

The rain I thought stopped started to wet the earth again.

It's a Sabbath. The scarlet colour of the sissy was about a bright evening.

"Father!? Stupid, what's wrong with you!?

The son, rolling on the floor of his home, gives his father a stunned face - hitting Kinzor with an anger.

Scraped tendons by Kinzor Granshua's right hand, he was in a state where he could no longer tread on the ground with both feet.

'Oh, father-in-law...... no! Please don't! What's wrong with you......, hiya'

The daughter-in-law of his son, restrained by Kinzor and frightened by fear, trembles his body irresistibly. Crawling his right hand on his cheek, he zeroed a pitiful scream like an animal.

"Damn it! Dad, you've gone crazy! After I mourned my Uncle Fady, I broke...!

"Don't go crazy, my son. 'Cause I'm the one who killed Faye in the first place.'

"Nah......!?

'Especially since that was definitely the hang-up. You know what I mean? Even that fay died incredibly light. I don't know, it's gotten ridiculous to keep people alive... but let's just say. I thought it would be a good opportunity to try the opposite. "

"The other way around, because...?

"How Efficient, Can You Break People"

When the father answered, the son turned his eyes to see something incredible.

"Nothing, it's not funny either. I've only been cured so far. It's also natural to get extremely tired and try to pursue the opposite path - '

Immersed in how efficiently it can be cured, as it once was.

I started a trial and error on how efficiently I could destroy it. That's all I'm talking about.

"The Creator," Glade Theol, "began to deal with death, not life. That's all I'm talking about.

Fortunately, I didn't have any trouble with the practice bench.

An environment in which many lives are lost every day. No one will notice where there is a mixture of things by their own hands.

Since then, I've been training every day.

And today. As one separation, I planned to bring those closest to me to the best form I could be today. My beloved family. It's only a one-time procedure. I'm not going to be clueless.

Flash your right hand, which was addressed to your son's daughter-in-law's throat. That force, which was used to cut through the wound, tore his neck lightly as if even the mouth of the bag were to be opened. The skin peels and the neck bone is exposed. There was a wet noise with you, and blood splashed like an explosion. As the thin woman jumped, her son crawling on the floor repeatedly screamed his wife's name like crazy.

Hate, the family's mansion is built on a remote hill in the suburbs. It was originally a mansion built a short distance away to enjoy the view. Nobody notices if you make a little noise.

Kinzor exhales emotionally as he showers a raw odor of returning blood all over his body.

'I thought it was a thin thought... but Faye's guy was the one who went crazy. Living these "death" and neighboring days, you left them floating like nothing. "

Wiping the raw warm red on his mouth with his tongue, he heard a voice coming from the front door.

I'm home.

That high voice, which has not even changed its voice, belongs to my grandson Lucier. I just turned nine the other day.

"Huh!? So, no, Lucier! Don't come over here -! '

"Hi-ha. That's terrible, son. Even though we only have family on this occasion right now. What do you summon like that '

'Lucier! Don't come, run...!

'... Dad?

"It would be counterproductive if you so absurd your voice.... Hmm, yeah '

My son opens his eyes when he says what he came up with.

"Right-handed to cleave everything...... if you wield this, it's natural to be" slashed ""

Saying, Kinzor raised his left hand.

'So what if you used a left hand that fuses everything together? We can break it like nothing has ever been done before...'

It is natural to slaughter and die if you are hurt.

So, if we stuck different things together... between things that could not have coexisted, what would be born?

As for hot water, curiosity overflows.

'Hey......'

The low voice comes from my son, who lay on the floor.

"Dad... no way... no way, in lucier, try that..."?

"Hi-ha. Speaking of which, I still didn't want to celebrate Lucier's birthday. Lucier, come here! Grandpa will give you a gift!

"Ya, meh... Ro...! Stop. Whoa! This outer road is awwwwww! '

"Hi-hi, isn't that a heartfelt anger? Thought you'd be super mediocre for my son, but why not? '

This is also an interesting, curiosity-born product. If there is a crisis in my child, I will curse my parents as an outsider.

- From there on, a new realm that was also unforgettable for Kinzor, which was difficult for old age.

"Grandpa, stop"

You have nothing to be afraid of. Come on, come here. Let me give you this.

"Ojiichan"

It's a little hard to talk about. I'll reposition it.

"Ojiichan dokoni Illno Ojiichan"

Oh, was it still impossible to replace my eyes? Grandpa's staying here.

"Doctor?"

From side to side, there is a voice that works as low as possible.

"... Mm, what's wrong? It's Mercosia."

For a while after leaving Quindor's mansion. A city with few people to and from at night. Under the cold skies, Kinzor, waiting for a carriage at the stop, circles his neck to the escort's young man.

"No, because, with all due respect, he seemed to be fooled."

"Hi-ha. Just remember the old days."

The excitement that night was hard to replace anything. It was my first attempt, so Lucier turned into a meat chunk that I didn't want to describe in words, but it wasn't such a meaningful experience.

"Well... then work with the Orchester guys, it's a little big. Do you want to be nervous?"

"Please don't push me."

"Hi-ha. Mercosia is worried. Now, your next place to work...... well, something like that"

We must rendezvous with the constituents of the orchester who are ready first and treat the requested 'fusion'.

The name of the country...

Quicker than Kinzor remembers, Mercosia spoke.

"- Badalnoise Divine Empire,"

Yes, yes, yes, yes, and Kinzor wrinkled in his face.

"Hi-ha. Looking forward to it."

Killing is easier than keeping alive. And the ease of it shall come to pass, and it shall attract more people's zeal.

- Then I'll offer you as much as I can. If that's all right.

A few decades ago, when Kinzor's wife died of illness, she could not even mourn. It ended up being a very qualitative response that one of the poor city's civilians deserved.

In the fold where my brother Fady disappeared to the bottom of Nara, many people, regardless of their status... the whole country mourned its death. Then went on and on with his family… pitied and pitied his son, his daughter-in-law, and Kinzor, who had lost his grandson Lucier. By that time, he had gained considerable standing, so a grand liturgy was held on the pretext of death and loss.... No one doubted Dr. Kinzor, who was honored for helping the poor over the years for surviving unharmed.

So again, that curiosity brought my neck.

This noise even around me. So - if the king of a nation has achieved an unbroken end, how messed up is it?

If to conclude. La Ebaria que èle was virtually devastated by the hands of one Kinzor Granshua.

Little by little, let the flesh eroded by the disease decay. The kinzor's leap, which no one had ever known, caused the country to twitch and decline over years. And finally, by the fall of the king, came the hour of ruin.

That noise was naturally so frenzied that people boiled fully. It caused a whirlpool of screams, dancing right and left and crazy.

So I reacted curiously again. Like an erect genitals.

That noise in one country. If so.

If the world has come to an end, how many...

"It's a pleasure. Oh, pleasure."

Weird old people over ninety just remain uncontrollably curious.

We move towards that last goal, to the point of purity.