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

- From the mountain crossing of the street guards, going back a few days.

Edvin Gaul was feeling a violent vibration in his faint consciousness.

(What...?

rattling and his whole body is shaken back and forth, left and right. Narrow. Dim. My butt hurts. All over my body, I get bumpy. Cozy, worst case scenario I've ever had.

(... ugh, ooh... cold)

Then I felt the cold wind blowing in all of a sudden.

That's not normal again. It's like cutting yourself off, that's exactly what this is about. The coolness to abnormality forces the melting consciousness to evoke in half.

"What... what is this place...?

It was a narrow, dark place. From underneath, intermittent shaking and heavy noises sound.

Around the perimeter, jars and condiments packed in cucumbers. All of this looks brand new and well packaged after laying down the buffer. Edvin himself was wrapped in a warm blanket that seemed to be of great value.

A dazzling white light is inserted from a gap in the cloth that hangs right in front of you. The cold wind until the anomaly also seems to be coming in from there.

When he does it and shakes, he crawls on all fours and proceeds to you, opening the cloth that is curtained.

"... Huh...!?

Stunned.

Snow scenery.

The world of silver, as never seen before in this way in its birth, is spreading out in front of its eyes.

The mountains you can see in the distance, the plains that spread around you, the unfamiliar trees with pointy shapes. Everything is covered in snow, and the amount is high again.

And the scenery around them flows in a distant way.

"Horses, cars...!?

I have no doubt about it.

I'm in the carriage now. I'm being put on. It's also packed into the carrier with all kinds of furniture and tools. It's going pretty fast through the snow scenery I've never even seen...

"What...? What is this situation? Owa!?"

Gatan and the body jumped hugely, hurriedly grabbing onto the wooden frame and doing it over.

"Shit......! What's wrong with you?

Anyway, I can't wait to be shaken off this carrier. Nor is the coolness of the air unusual. The curtain-shaped cloth is re-pulled and lowered back, the beast returning to the nest. Greetings to the blanket.

"What... what the hell...!

Repeat the same words, desperately following memories.

Last night, I was sure...

(In the city, interact with the magician Mage Collapse...)

He was tortured scatterly in an attempt to fight without using the Divine Chant "Oracle". Even now, my whole body is tickled.

In the end, I used the technique to make it bumpy.

(and then... yes)

I sat down by the side of the tavern trying to take a break, attacked by an unbearable sense of fatigue - from there on ahead, I don't remember.

(Are you kidding me, this carriage was stopped at the time...?

I thought I was just in time to avoid the wind and settled my hips near a single carriage.

But then there's no reason for that carriage to put itself on. In the form of throwing it into a carrier like this, it would be even worse.

(Are you crazy?!? I feel weird that I did that... what...?

Now driving.

Since it is a vehicle for carrying luggage, there is no means to call on you from here.

If you knock on the wall, you may notice, but you don't know who they are, how many they are, or whether they're good or bad guys.

You shouldn't imitate the devious. For one thing, you should wait to arrive somewhere and stop naturally.

(And what is it, this awful cold... Running over here and having cancer...?

Reweave the blanket, lurk your breath to wait for the carriage to stop.

……

Even so, Edvin is amazed at the touch. Originally, it seems like a substitute for a civilian's self.

My body still hurts too. He didn't seem to be out of tiredness either, and he quickly wandered off.

Edvin's consciousness, wrapped in a pleasant sensation, once again falls into the world of sleep.

"Well, we're going to make it somehow...!

Keeping running down the street, roughly the whole day.

The carriage of pedestrian Osib arrived at Halshwart, a neutral zone in front of the Badalnois Divine Empire.

I managed to break the journey, which would have taken two days, in one day. It is impotent as well as impotent and very impotent. It was certain that Osib himself possessed excellent skills as your master, but he applied the technique of physical strengthening to the horses and drove them as fast carriages as possible. Originally a horse to pull heavy baggage, his strength and strength were extraordinary.

When the speed slows, those two towers, too, snort with a burl as they breathed a sigh of relief. He just seems tired and heavy on foot.

"Okay, okay, how's it going? Good luck, you guys."

It's still a long way to the destination Badalnois, but it's time for the evening. Horses that have left you impotent are just the limit. We should spend the night in this city and leave early tomorrow morning.

(I wondered what would happen for a while... but the weather also blessed me. I wonder if Ice God was in a good mood. Thanks anyway)

In winter, the weather changes dramatically in the region. Because of the whimsical character of Cure Renaissance, the ice and snow goddess who dominates the North.

I get to my destination firmly within the deadline, watching God's mood like that. This is also one of the indispensable talents of a merchant.

"Ugh, Sabu, yu, yu. Just go to the inn and do the warm mead."

When I squeal like that, the horses snort whenever they say something.

"Know what I mean. I'll eat it for you too."

Osib, the merchant, moves toward the inn as he deceives his partners.

Happily awakened in the dark, Edvin noticed that the shaking that had lasted a long time had subsided.

(The carriage..., no doubt, it's stopping!

Even in a hurry, he crawls carefully, making no noise, and asks outside from the gap in the cloth.

(Where is this place...?

First, the streets that were dyeing red caught my eye.

Due to the number of far-sighted people, the time slot is evening. The landscape of the building surrounded by considerable snow accumulation is as if it is unrecognizable.

Either way, it looks like you've definitely arrived in some city.

……

Clear your ears gently. There's nothing like hearing someone's conversation from around you.

It doesn't seem like you're negotiating your own human trafficking outside.

(Anyway, come on - hey...!

Alert around, never get off the carrier with your will.

(Sa mi na oi......!

But now is not the time. First, crawl all the way through, peek under the body of the car. If there was anyone near the carriage, you'd see the legs, but fortunately that didn't happen.

(Nobody...)

Turn around before you're afraid, and the one you thought was also absent. Two familiar sturdy looking horses are disappointed with the bait in the barrel.

"I knew it..."

Definitely. It was last night's carriage.

That's the building right beside it, just like in the evening. I was surprised to check, this was an inn. Is the owner of the carriage trying to stay here overnight? If you're a person trying to use a legitimate facility, you may not be an outlaw.

Even given the size of the carriage, there are two or three of us who can ride. A suspicious gang of gangsters, Sen.

(Why don't you go inside and ask...?

That way, at least, we'll find out who owns the carriage. I can also ask you why you've put yourself on board and why.

but the other person is not necessarily a decent person. If there's anything malicious you've done, you're going to come all the way from yourself to danger.

(No... but wait... He was tied up. It's not even wacky...)

If the pattern is the purpose, why not restrain him so that he can't move? But if not, why did you carry it in the carriage?

Whichever is assumed, questions arise that cannot be resolved.

(Ah shit, I don't know wack......!

Belgrette might think rationally and come up with an answer, but Edvin's head seemed to tell me nothing.

Well, what do we do now?

(First off, where are we...?

I'll look out over the streets, and I'll show my face on the street right around the corner -

"Ha, help me! Please help me!

"Owa!?

Too sudden.

A girl jumped right off the side trail, suddenly clutching to her arm.

I guess I'm two or less years old. About the same age as Belgrette or Mia? A plain, makeup free, qualitatively dressed daughter. I have long brown hair tied behind my head, but I don't feel very lustrous either. civilians, which also appears to be the birth of a poor category.

The reason came quicker than asking what it was.

"Come on, you don't have to run that far, do you?

"Yes, my little cat."

"Hmm? What the fuck, you omosiley-headed bastard?"

Three boys emerged from the same path as the girl.

They were young people of such a full appearance that they seemed to perceive evil and dressing equally. Is it characteristic that the skin is strangely white?

It's not unusual. The evil kids who have been chasing women's asses, etc., are schematics.

The only thing that had changed a bit was that Edvin was the one who was asked for help.

Whatever.

"Ah..."

My daughter, who was grabbing her arm to ask for help, leaves with a weak voice.

Yes. Edvin was an evil man to admit to himself.

The girl was desperate, too, and I guess she didn't look closely at the face of her squeamished opponent. The time zone pattern, the orange glare surrounding the city, must have also been a factor.

Either way, 'the person I tried to get through looked worse than the people coming after me'.

For her to lose hope, it should have been too good a reason.

As a matter of fact, Edvin is not a good guy or anything by mistake. The roots of the heart also belong to "Very Normal Bad Kids," which is suitable for his age.

Therefore,

"Oui, that's the third white one over there. Wow."

Fingering at one of the guys who came.

"Whose head looks like horse shit? You're dead, Cora."

The reason for developing angrily and rubbishly was also extremely simple and crappy.