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

A flash-blown body burst into the garbage dump with momentum. The leftovers are scattered, and the nearby cats escape as they dislodge.

Edvin was looking up at the night sky, surrounded by raw smelly air.

It was Edvin who was defeated, and it was the men who stood.

"What, stand up, Gorotsuki from" No Protection "? It's you! What's good is your mouth, and you can't do anything without your people. You're going to lose it!

"Ma'am, let's forgive him around here. You're gonna die, you chilli-head."

"Don't you mind? He just swung his arm and leg around like an asshole and shoved me in. I'm surprised you don't even have one of your weapons if you can't use it. What are you doing, you scumbag?"

"He said don't be impotent. I can't use the technique, so there's nothing I can do other than stick it in. God forbid me at birth, 'no protection'."

After laughing at each other with Guerragella, the two looked down at Edvin, who slept in a garbage pile, looking bored.

"Hey, fuckhead. Did he see the difference in strength from Maggie, the wingman? If you punish this, now walk around the corner. I can't use the technique. It's not worth it. Worth living. Shrink small and make me feel sorry for you."

Laughing grandly, the two walk back on their heels.

"... Mage the Chanter. It's Oracle the Divine Chant. How proud are you?"

Edvin's faint voice, emanating from between his cut lips.

Two people were about to disappear into the darkness of the alley, turning at the same time.

"You're so proud of the power Mon has given you from God."

Slowly, get yourself out of the garbage.

"They're dickheads."

So, stay seated. With a worn face, Edvin laughed niggly. The inside and outside of my pulled mouth hurt, but I was filled with so much mood that I didn't even care about that.

In the name of pity, in the mood.

One of the lightning attributes charges his arm on this lookout.

"... that's enough, this guy. I haven't seen anyone, and I'll kill them. We're just talking about trash rolling into the garbage dump, there's nothing wrong with that."

"... right. I don't care how many hits you make, this is the one that defends itself - then heh!?

One of them, speaking sparingly, took a direct hit of a fireball in the face and turned it upside down in a grand manner.

"I've failed to defend myself."

Edvin, pointing at his palm with a white smoke, said in a mouthful that looked down on his heart.

"Hey, hey!? Fire!? Surgery...... can you use it!?

One of the remaining wolves compare Edvin sitting on the trash heap with his fallen companion.

"You didn't say a word that you couldn't use it. It's just that I didn't use it to fight Ya."

I stood up and paid for the garbage, but I didn't care and threw it away.

"Shit, I was going to work out..."

He recognised how reckless the act of confronting the surgeon with his bare hands was.

Even the unsuccessful opponent of such a chanter, Maggie, can't help but approach it properly. Once again, I realized the peculiarity of a man named Arichi Shield.

"Hey, what the heck!? Damn, you're not kidding me!

- The time it took to reverse from there was roughly ten seconds.

"What... this..."

Edvin exhaled an oversized sigh as he saw the fallen opponent and the firepowder scattered around him.

"Maranje......"

There are people who are good at teasing the divine chant Oracle. In the end, I can't fight without relying on the same power.

"Chi, shit... Nah, shit..."

The breakdown of Mage, a chanter whose breath became constantly large, stares up with hostile eyes. "The Mad Dog," he said deliberately, looking down.

"Oh, my God. No, didn't I tell you my shoulder was off or something? I don't know what to do."

"... Ugh, let me... I'll kill you...!

"Which is why I'm really gonna take it off."

"... ah?

"Right or left, which way?

"Hey, say..."

"I forgot my head, Wally. Do you have a problem removing both for now?"

"Ha? No, don't... don't, ahhh!

"Gu......"

The smell of raw garbage makes me nose. Cold winds stain the wounds.

Spit out on the side of the road and a red dot was carved into the thin pile of white snow.

Edvin mocks himself now for how much he's been hit too hard by anything.

In the first place, I can't live with the flying attack technique. It cannot be prevented and prevented only by physical ability.

Most importantly, that's why technologies like physical enhancement and defensive techniques are being created. If you told the city about this, you'd be ridiculed. "There's no way you can do that," he said. "You can't do that, it's not Geisserius," he said.

What about college buddies? Belgrette will worry about being scratched, but Claria even has the possibility of ending with a glance of pity.

(... et cetera. No, I haven't been to college in a while either...)

Sometimes I heard that Digos wouldn't come back for the time being, and I didn't feel like going. I feel like I haven't slept through my uniform in a long time.

Besides, it's not just college life to hang out with him. There is also a desire to see Belgrette's face secretly in my thoughts. but if I put her in front of me too perfectly, I feel terribly miserable that I can poke at my inability to add or subtract. Not very much, but I don't match myself with that girl knight. Rather than that, it is visible that it is a love that will never come true.

"Oh, it hurts, shit..."

He seemed like a pathetic 'loser' who was not even a 'mad dog' to walk through worn out, and no longer aroused frustration.

"Damn, it hurts and it's cold..."

One carriage caught Edvin's eye as he tobottomed walking down the cold back street. It's a pretty big vehicle, parked beside a thin dirty liquor store. There were two grey horses that looked soggy and sturdy, sniffing their noses in their spare time and kicking them on the ground with their front legs.

There is snow on the back of the horse, on the roof of the boarding room, and on your podium. I was down there hours ago now. If your man had drunk it in the tavern, it would have been perfectly done.

"You guys are having a hard time in the cold..."

As I turned my bitter grin on the thin snow-capped horses, I tried to walk past them.

"... ugh"

My body fluttered. Unexpectedly reaching for the vehicle, Edvin somehow refuses to fall.

Here, I lived a life without day or night. Come there. It was an earlier fight, and my body and clothes are worn out. They're getting more tired than I thought.

When I woke up somehow, I realized that this carriage was not meant to get people on board. From the rear of the roofed vehicle, the tip of the rounded carpet is popping out. If I followed him with my eyes, I could see other pots, crates, blankets that looked warm packed without gaps. It's a trailer.

(Ugh... yay)

Has the excitement of the fight vanished and the body cooled in the winter air? Sudden fatigue and fatigue push in.

Edvin, who walked accordingly as he was cat-backed, entered a narrow gap that was born between the carriage and the tavern. Sit up to collapse and bring it to the wall.

(Just for a moment... you think I'm going to rest...)

If it's here, it won't even blow in the cold wind.

But it's good to rest, but you'll have to be careful not to sleep. If you fall asleep outside in this cold, you will definitely freeze to death.

(Hey, just... chi... chi...)

Don't sleep. With that in mind, I become aware that my consciousness rapidly turns away.

(... me, ha)

I want to be strong.

How? With a hand-fist? Using the Divine Chant, Oracle. But?

Halfway through not even sure about that. In the end, even the earlier guys were feathers who used the technique. It's just a loss of getting hit.

In the first place, what is strong?

(I..., more - one, ku)

With its roots even uncertain, but thirsty.

Edvin Gaul's thoughts, little by little… but surely went thin.

"Kah, it's over. It's over! I don't want to play Mead, a quick, hot beer!

"Oh... you're going to be cold, tonight"

Two of the regular soldiers who had finished their work were rushing to a familiar tavern.

Earlier, I handed over two people on duty who were rolling into a garbage dump on the back street, and your time was over. One had his shoulders removed. I know it's a fight, but it's something I do well in this cold, and I just get stunned. I want young people to direct that extra energy more towards other things.

I just saw a familiar tavern that was my destination, and something unsolicited got into my sight.

"Hmm? What the... Hey, don't bother..."

"Absolutely, but... are you alive or dead?"

By the building. People are nodding near parked carriages.

No matter how out of working hours, you can't do anything more than you've seen. Being alive or dead, leaving a falling human is not something I know what Kelisdel Vinais, who oversees policing of this Dealey, will say.

Come by, it was just a young boy. The age would be mid to late teens. Chilean head, unfamiliar face. My body is worn out and my clothes are rubbed off.

"You have a breath. It's hard to sleep in a place like this in the cold. Is this boy in a fight, too?

"It could be an expendo."

Due to the state of Zutaboro, the possibility of slavery cannot be denied either.

There's a big carriage right next door. For example, this is the merchant's vehicle, and this boy is also considered a companion, Sen. Were they entrusted with watching, but fell out of the cold and fatigue?

It's not as big an injury as death, but if you leave it like this, it's life-threatening.

"Hey, you. Are you okay?"

Try slapping Pessipesi on the cheek, but he only frowns with a faint groan.

"Ugh, you smell strangely raw garbage...... Still a slave, I guess. Hang on, I'm not sleeping in here. You're gonna die."

"... eh"

"Hmm? What's up?"

"... Ri, eh..."

I thought you said you wanted to get in the carriage.

"Mm, I see. Really, you?

"... Rite"

It sounds like you're saying, "Get in."

"Mm-hmm. This carriage is definitely in your related vehicle?

Even if I inquire in my ear, I don't hear back. I think I fell asleep.

"I can't even leave it alone for now. We're gonna push it in."

"Okay."

The owner of the carriage is likely to be inside the tavern, but he doesn't have the in-laws to care that much. Your service is long over.

In the first place, we should check the shipment before we leave. If there's a completely irrelevant human on board, you'll notice and do something about it.

"Merchant carriage. It's loaded with a nice blanket. Wrap it in this and you'll be fine."

If this is an exotic soldier, it's not strange to pretend not to see it because it's not work time.

They shoved a Chilean-headed boy into the carriage carriage, hoping to thank a country called the tolerant Raindeer, and a diligent Dealey soldier.

- Now, these two soldiers, they often get Kelisdell to novel at the right job, but of course, neither the boy pushed into the carrier nor the carriage owner is good enough to know that.

The merchant Osib is twenty years early in becoming involved in this job. skilled in skill.

But humans, there are failures for everyone.

"Oh, shit, I did it!

Osib, who did the clever art of dyeing his drunken red face blue, jumped out of the liquor store about fifteen minutes after the Dealey soldiers apparently came in from work.

"Shit, I'm him. Oh, my God! Damn!"

I should have just stopped by the tavern to feed my English, but I fell asleep inside for a long time.

"Hurry, hurry...!

Pay off the snow on your table and sit back in momentum.

"You guys have kept me waiting for so long...! Look, don't go!

In response to a wiggled whip, two horses in grey fur kick a cobblestone and run out. Large carriages full of goods also began to move forward lightly.

"Damn, I had to get to Badalnoise as soon as I could, but I did it......! But if it's my guide...!

He who is blurry has no idea.

that his own carriage, his carriage, is carried as if it were an irrelevant boy.

"... strong... be, eh"

And the boy himself, I don't know.

The carriage driven by the concocted one goes all the way northwest.

Edvin Gaul is transported to the far Badalnoise Divine Empire as he is led.