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

The distant white stained mountains, the snowfields that seem to last everywhere.

Following a carved carving by the movement of men, their carriage was approaching the junction.

"Dear Svorn. We are now entering Badalnoise territory."

"... hun, right"

In response to reports of subordination peeking out the small window, the long-time youth of the Snow Storm White Knights "Grachella Duera" does not hide their grumpy faces either.

"It was a long journey..."

"But itchy teeth. There were no apparent results…"

Those knights are seeping through fatigue, too.

"... of which... if there were any Migasinthia guys... a little more..."

In the meantime, Gebi was biting his nails and groaning low.

Taking over the carriage four times. Svorn and five other knights were finally making their return to the Badalnoise homeland at the end of a six-day journey. Unusual at this time of year, the weather was blessed and there was no snowstorm, so it arrived earlier than planned. - But.

…………

Back to back with the sunny peeking sky, Svorn's chest is not calm.

Currently, a row is in a medium-sized vehicle with five armed knights loosely in it, but there was a slightly stuck air inside. Svorn understood it was because of his frustration, but he didn't feel like soothing the atmosphere.

There are roughly two reasons for anger.

One is that I didn't get any results while I even went to Raindeer.

And the other,

"... ugh."

I feel a faint pain in my left arm and accidentally flaunt my face.

"Master Svorn?

"It's a lot of noise, Gebi. Nothing's happening."

"Excuse me for this..."

Staring at his own left arm as he pounded his tongue.

What I notice is a robust silver small hand that also combines the role of cold protection. It is also a famous delicacy as a work of art, engraved in a pattern of plants called Edra Ivy, which only reproduces in this north. Originally correctly equipped, even Badalnoise was only allowed to be worn by top knights.

(That kid...... did you say Lugo Aliumi)

I was also surprised by the barbarity of being hit with my bare hands, etc.

"... ugh."

This tough little hand prevented it, and the shock permeated it. Blunt pain remaining. It must be about a light stroke.

(imitate licked...)

Is it due to physical strengthening? He wielded his fists and kicks and showed no sign of using offensive technique.

At that age, it's definitely quite skillful. But there's so much to insult this one about what you're going to do. I wanted to tear him apart, but I would never see him again.

'Oh, no! There's been a mistake!

"I can't believe Lenore is a sinner! That's a lie!

As I get angry, the words of such a civilian daughter come back to life.

(... you, what do you know)

Some mistake. That's what I thought more than anyone.

Gakun and the carriage swayed and the snow scenery that was flowing out the window slowly stopped. At the same time, I see men in silver armor approaching the window.

We entered Badalnoise territory and the guards watching the border made us stop the carriage. Especially now that Lenore has been arranged as a sinner, the carriages entering and leaving should be scrutinized.

As Gebi opened the window, the watchmen looked up into the boarding room in a courtesy.

"This is to Lord Svorn, ladies and gentlemen. We are delighted to have you back safely. Thank you for guiding Cure Renaissance."

"Thank you"

"Now you're going to report to the Ohmzolf priest Shinji, right?

"Oh."

Svorn answers briefly, "By the way," he asks the watchman with only his eyes.

"How's this one going? Have you made any progress on that sinner?"

At any rate, the line had been out of the country for the whole fourteen days for the Raindeer expedition. It's not strange if there's any movement.

"......, has yet to grasp the trend of Lenore Schne-Grosevitz and others. Some eyewitness testimony from the region was also received, apparently with all that lacks credibility...... Nor have we received any reports from the eastern border perimeter that the subject has been discovered. Again, what seems to be lurking in the country"

"Right."

Naturally, young people are good at it. If there had been any significant progress, we would have received some kind of report in the neutral zone of Halshwart on the road.

"Good luck. I'll let you through."

"Understood."

The soldiers turned around and called on the other watchmen.

"Sir Svorn Shea Grosswitz is back! Pass-through -... Huh!?

The voice is interrupted.

Svorn, who reached out the window, was eagling at the head of this young soldier.

And.

"- Don't call me"

Low. A voice like a leak from the bottom of the underworld is emitted from the back of Svorn's throat.

"Ha, ha...?

The soldiers had laid aside, and the gebies in the carriage had also stripped their eyes and stiffened themselves. Without paying attention to them, the White Knights head spins a curse, but tells them everything.

"Don't call me Grosswitz."

The same girl who fell as a culprit, Lenore, whose family name. Deemed, the name.

"At least not until I end up with that impossible 'dumb sister'."

The soldier caught on the head only nodded more than once even.

"Damn, you're not following me...!

A young soldier in his fourth year wearing a fur coat under silver armor was suddenly in a bad mood for the situation.

White and smoky "Kabu" scenery.

The snow that had abruptly blown on me was closing my sight completely.

Cold and warm differences also make a difference in the quality of snow. In a relatively warm environment it contains moisture and becomes heavy and sticky ice confectionery. If the cooling becomes severe, the water will disappear, and the light powdered form will become exposed.

Situated in eastern Badalnois, the area around this city of Slaughilk is cold alongside the north, even in the country. Therefore, the snow is the latter. When the wind blows, the snow rolls up gently, instantly dyeing it white in front of you.

"Damn."

The weather didn't turn into a snowstorm. Wait a little and it will fit - it should, but a freezing breeze is making it snow forever.

The roar of the low wind is like the mourning of the dead echoing from the bottom of the underworld. They fold up in multiple ways, sounding creepy singing.

I got thinner and looked around.

The cobblestone extending back and forth is white and sumptuous, a situation that cannot even be seen as far ahead as four miles. You say it's all over the city during the day, but you're not going to know where you're walking.

"Give me a break, Master Cure Renee..."

Noon as a time slot. He is also a cowardly child, and is often not driven by anxiety to this extent.

But now, things are different.

That was just a moment ago.

The Sinner - Lenore's eyewitness report came in. I can't be distracted for a moment.

(The youngest and most talented woman in Badalnoise history to be held as a court chanter (Mage)...)

I don't know the details. My mother is a famous former court chanter (Mage), and that Svorn bloodline. You think you left the court because of something, or you went to an exotic college?

(So, that Mertina Snow's...)

As far as the arrangements go, she's a beautiful, grown-up girl, very rebellious.

In an instant, I was interrupted in my thoughts.

Still in rough powdered snow. While the wind plays a creepy singing voice - on the way to smoking cobblestones, bows and rising shadows. That comes up a little tighter.

It's not exposed to snowstorms, it's more like following the wind and snow. The person who even gets that impression.

Eventually the density of the snow faded in visibly, and the appearance of the opponent became dew.

Coming in a quiet foothold. That's a much smaller girl than herself.

Travelers and outfits. He has multiple rolls of blue muffler around his neck and a large black leather cape on his back. They are swept in by the wind and stiff, but she is not as if she had chosen to do so. He wears a cotton wool hat and wears glasses that appear to be large on his little face.

Above all, a frightening expression. Shaking my shorter gold hair. The blue eyes in the back of the glasses don't seem to dwell on any emotions.

That face I know, despite seeing her for the first time.

"... whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

hastily deploying the art of communication may also

"... for nothing.... you're the only one left"

In a mercilessly cold voice, the girl who showed up - Lenore Schne-Grosevitz tells.

"Ku, shit, don't move -"

Much faster than such a warning.

A whiff of wind blew shortly after I finished saying it wrapped everything in front of me in white.

"Ku...... damn"

Tendingly ringing teeth, the soldier standing up holding down his body trembling in the cold concentrates his consciousness as he leans against the building.

While I can't even afford to pay for snow all over my body, I squeeze my strength and spin the art of communication.

"... whoever, but fine... Somebody, come in..."

Turn towards the barracks and activate the technique somehow.

Somewhat, there were signs that someone would respond. From the other side, a voice echoes, 'This is Slaughilk Barracks'.

"… eyes, targets…… discovered…, he ran north…"

"? Who? I can't hear you very well. Again, please. '

I don't have room to explain it in detail. I scream as much as I can before I lose consciousness.

"... I discovered Lenore the Orchester! The goal is to escape north, ask for immediate backup...!