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

"Duh, what do you think?

My daughter's mother treats me for a terrible gesture.

"... well, it's getting easier... I did it, hi"

Honestly, it was a good arrangement to be good at rhetoric as well.

The light of Oracle, the divine chant that shines inside the accompanying finger, is so weak that it is likely to disappear now, and the wound heals slowly.

On the mother's forehead, the sweat is telling despite this cold weather. It is a sign that we are focusing and devoting all our efforts to the treatment.

Frankly, this would be quicker to treat with a bandage instead of surgery. Nevertheless, this is the power of man in general - the one who is not the chanter Magee.

Like Belgrette, it's rarer to use the technique of blocking scratches while you look around. I tend to forget about it when I live in that college where all the eggs from the chanter Mage are registered.

……

Two, that girl knight's face comes to mind behind Edvin's brain.

In freshman year for a while after enrollment.

Many times he worried about himself, who was in a fight and was constantly wounded, and applied a recovery technique. She was also kind to herself as such a provocateur. Again, that's how long I've been attracted to Belgrette.

……

With that in mind, this time, my anger at myself began to boil over what I was doing here.

Spend a sloppy day not taking lectures properly, either. The only physical exercise that I have seriously punched in is not out of your playing range.

And now, even Halshwart is flushing without me knowing it. If everyone in the college knew, it would be heartbreaking.

(... Meaning, is that you...?

For a while now, I started to feel that question.

I know that I can't be like Arishi Shield. Does it make sense to continue physical training in time?

I'm not even motivated as a midir graduate student. Does it make sense to be in that school building in time?

"It was the annual Dealey Birthday.... We'll all have fun again next year. Now Lenore's with me."

That's what Belgrette said as a matter of course the morning after Dealey's birthday last year.

(What do you mean, I'm here?

Do you need to include yourself in that 'everyone'?

Nobody cares if you're not there. No one needs it. No one will look at me.

"Oh, uh, what's up? Did you suffer from a scratch?

They only rarely knew it and made me mistake it.

"Ah... no, it's okay... it is. Oh, I've had enough, so it's over... daddy. I don't even feel pain anymore."

With unfamiliar politeness, the bad boy stops his mother.

Then there,

"Oh, that! If you like, why don't we have dinner at our house!

The girl who had so far quietly watched the treatment suggested so abruptly.

"Oh? No..."

Sure, time is evening. Seasonal pattern, it's already starting to get dark outside. I haven't eaten anything all day, so I'm hungry.

But it should be time for my father to come home. If you had such a bad guy face up in my house back after work, you'd be surprised. but

"Right. If it's not bothering you, how about it?

Even my mother would smile and say that.

"No... it's time for your husband to come home..."

"Then don't worry. My husband is already dead... because we are only two mothers and children"

... That's how I ended up eating dinner in a disintegrating manner.

Edvin must be an unscrupulous student, but not a villain or an outsider who doesn't feel the blame of his conscience.

I wasn't really going to help my daughter, so I was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable with all the blame I could handle. No matter, it's not uncomfortable. On the contrary, I'm sorry, or it tickles me.

"I'm sorry. I can't make a big deal out of it while inviting you to eat..."

The dining table is narrow and, as the word suggests, a qualitative assortment. A little rice made with old wheat to see, and a few chopped root vegetables. The soup tastes thin and contains no utensils.

Even ordering the cheapest in the college cafeteria is certain to yield more quality and quantity.

Still,

"... no, it's delicious..."

It was not a rhetoric.

Definitely not enough. However,

"Oh, I'm glad it fits your mouth."

"We can't even serve anything very luxurious, but your mother's food is delicious. Eh heh."

An atmosphere of gratitude and a soothing table. There was no question that they were bottoming up the flavour of the dish.

"Um... Mr. Edvin... where are you from?

The girl asks as she follows the name she just taught her.

"Ah? Me? Born and raised in the capital of the king."

When I answered my daughter's question, her eyes flashed instantly.

"Oh, Wangdu...! Wow, I'm so proud of you! Have you ever seen a king or princess!?

"Oh, a few times."

"Wow, wow! Nice! Princess, you must be beautiful. I guess it's a big city. I guess they sell lots of beautiful clothes too."

Seems like a coveted capital for a girl.

"Actually, I've always wanted to go to Midir College."

Why.

Hearing the words, the gibberish cold conveyed Edvin's back. There's not supposed to be anything nasty or anything.

"Has Mr. Edvin ever seen Midir College?

A majestic studio where the eggs of the brilliant chanter Magee gather.

That would be the general impression of that college. That's what Edvin himself thought until he took the entrance exam. In fact, it's not wrong.

"Have you seen it? Because of the inquiry," the girl should not have expected this bad guy aspect to be a college student either.

To tell the truth here, she must be turning her eyes to surprise and envy again.

"I don't like it... hey..."

Based on that, there was zero response from Edvin's mouth.

Even myself, I wasn't sure why I lied.

"Really?"

You don't seem interested, but you thought. The girl never said anything more about the subject of the college.

"I wish I could live in Wangdu one day, what a dreamy dream."

All in all, there seems to be an endless longing for the heart of Raindeer.

"There's nothing to mock about. Because it's the king's capital, you're only rich - not wacky. If you want to live there, you can live there."

There are also compartments and renters for the poor. All we have to do is talk about whether we're really willing to move.

- But.

"... my husband was from Badalnoise."

So I felt sorry... and it was my mother who told me to make up my mind.

"… that means"

Edvin's gazed daughter still seems weak and sorry.

"Yes, I, Raindeer and Badalnoise... draw both my blood"

A dreamy dream.

I was convinced that she had expressed that she would only live in the King's capital.

Reindeer subjects known for their cheerfulness and bravery, but most notably their patriotism, their strength of loyalty.

Companionship and solidarity are excellent, but on the other hand, they tend to want to exclude others. Few people have the extreme idea that Raindeer is the supreme, otherwise sublime.

Because of these ideas, children born with other people tended to be less likely to be called 'interlocutors' or otherwise subject to persecution.

The fact that it is difficult to discern at first glance is also applauding this air.

Despite having a good relationship until then, there are also many instances where people are unnecessarily slandered for being known to be 'interlocutors' and cause their relationships to break down.

Nevertheless, since King Ardia became the leader of this country, he has also become more oriented to welcome foreign countries.

Midir College and others are arguably just the first examples of putting it into practice.

Diegos and Lenore blend in uncomfortably as companions while from exotic origins, each singing about college life.

... Nevertheless, in the beginning few tried to get close.

The nature that is rooted in a person's depths does not change so easily.

After all, there are still a number of people who bitterly consider themselves other than human beings in their own country, and that is no exception in the College.

Digos and Lenore don't make love to such people because they're 'strong' in the way they say they don't have a body or a lid. In the sense of a simple arm's length or in terms of the spirit with which it is prepared.

"Mad Dog" But fighting "Just" has the strength to overthrow Edvin, who is regarded as strong, and also has excellent academic performance. Quiet, intelligent, and adult compared to other students. Early on, one reason would be to become close to Belgrette et al., a royal palace official.

Let's attribute it to them, and so on. There are no human beings who can show great courage.

(Ma, I was blown away by Digos...)

Nor did that giant make him obnoxious because he was exotic. I thought this guy was going to have an interesting fight, so I tried a duel. … as a result, I suffered a painful defeat.

(than that...... for him......)

I don't have the means to defend myself or the back shield.

If, for example, you were able to enter the King's Capital or the College, and you were not a pure Raindeer - you do not know what kind of concern you would encounter if you were discovered to be a 'crossover'.

It would still be better to the extent of isolation, and there would be concerns of malicious harassment.

Of course there is no one to imitate such a thing to the people around you. There is no human being who discriminates, just by blood or birth. Some have been influenced and changed by Belgrette, who comes into contact with no one separately.

But there are no fewer layers of such prejudice anywhere.

This neutral zone, Halshwart, is a land inhabited by humans from both Raindeer and Badalnois. You don't have to be as exposed to prejudice as you are around Wang Du.

For her to live in this extremely cold land... there are quite a few reasons why she can't leave.

"Having helped me...... did you regret it?

What did you think of Edvin, who silenced himself with a difficult face?

As I peep, a girl shrugs those words in disdain.

(... well, he...)

Confess honestly that you mistake Edvin for a bad guy. Honestly reveal that you are drawing the blood of Badalnoise, including your mother.

None of this means you don't have to bother to confess.

Why does this girl... this parent and child speak for themselves what they don't have to say.

Edvin guessed here the answer to that question, which he had felt faintly.

Afraid.

On the body that is neither pureblooded Raindeer nor Badalnoise. I discover this after hiding it and fear that I will be blamed.

Then let's just try to talk about everything from the beginning. So if you don't like it, try to accept it. Don't create bad remorse. Such an expression of thought.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Edvin. You should have said it earlier, shouldn't you? Well..."

Still, she couldn't say this much about that part. I therefore apologize.

"Bakka bastard."

In such a way as to block her. Edvin Gaul said without a word or two.

"Do I look like the one who gives a shit about being born?

I'll laugh at Ni and exaggerate.

"He complains about it with a monkey. Ah, it's a trinket if you ask me. Even though it doesn't make a big difference when I look at it, I don't care about Udauda. A trinket in a shitty trinket. You think I'm that guy? I don't know what it is because it's a different country."

Edvin Gaul is not a man to explore this and thoughts. I let him tell the truth as it was.

"... Mr. Edvin..."

She looked at me a little surprised.

"... good. After all, Mr. Edvin is a good man."

How dazzling. You would be heartfelt, he smiled uncontrollably.

"What? Ba, bah, bah, it's not like that, bah"

Good man, what a face to face. This may be the first time in my life that I've been told. I rushed to argue, but my voice went up and I was unnecessarily unconvinced.

Mother and child smile at me, and what an intolerable embarrassment it is not even like to be a 'mad dog'.

"Well, that's the first one. He's my buddy. He's got Badalnoise."

"What, really?!?

I ran my mouth without thinking, but he succeeded in attracting the girl's interest.

"Ah, oh. I don't know what you're thinking. It's him."

You could call it an adventure, or you should have been talking exactly about having a mansion in this Halshwart. Of course, I'm supposed to be at Midir College far south now.

I got here because of this, so maybe I can see what kind of house you live in.

"He's a tough bitch again, he doesn't usually talk much, but when he opens his mouth, he says something strangely buzzy."

"Heh. You're a woman."

In an attempt to shed the embarrassing air ahead, Edvin talks to the point where that's what he doesn't have to say.

"Oh. Lenore's the name, he's a faceless, puppetless guy. Unmotivated face, this is the chanter Maggie with his arm there...... Hmm? What's going on?

Noticing the discomfort, Edvin frowned.

An obvious look of surprise.

Not only my daughter, but even her mother, who was listening to me to watch, is holding her mouth in dismay.

"Lenore,...?

"Ah?"

"That, my friend from Badalnois...... A woman, Mr. Lenore... is that your name...?

A snack. Somewhere, a girl's tone as if to confirm it with a push.

"Ah? Oh. Lenore Schne-Grosevitz. I know more about it. - But I'm guessing it's noble or something."

At the point where he is given the baptismal name Schnee, Middle Name, you will be sure first, but if you look at your usual physical waist, you will know it somewhat. Her standing behavior, which made her feel elegant on the edge, had something to do with Belgrette and Crearia.

I haven't even pryed from Edvin because Lenore himself doesn't try to talk about himself at all.

As a bad boy who weighs in on the fun of his momentary days, it doesn't matter what other people's past or birth is. Someone you can stay with and feel free to spend time with or without. That was the only important part.

More than that.

"What have you done?

Obviously, there's something wrong with the mother and child.

"Mr. Edvin... could it be that... you came looking for Mr. Lenore?

"... ha?

I can't grasp the girl's intentions and her voice leaks like a dumb sample.

"Did you come looking for me? What is it?

Nothing to look for, Lenore should be at Midir College.

Something is wrong with each other's perceptions.

I guess that's what you found out instantly,

"Hey, wait a minute. Come on."

The girl stood up with a determined face and began to fish the old cupboard right behind her.