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

Lenore Schne-Grosevitz rushes through a dim alley amid fine powdered snow.

Mufflers and cloaks violently stirred by the wind seemed to indicate the degree of urgency.

"There he is!

"Over here!

One soldier after another from the other side of the road peeks into his face and is forced to change course.

The place is small and numerous. Forced breakthroughs are impossible. Even if you go for another compartment over the piping that hits the ground,

"Run away!

Immediately another team emerges and leaps into another trail. It's as if they're reading where you're going.

(... no, they actually read it)

Lenore doesn't stop his legs, and his thoughts accelerate more than that.

(Handy. too much)

The city is badly integrated by stretched plumbing and additional building counties. So many unexpected shortcuts and hidden places, the right terrain to survive the chase - should have been.

But the soldiers appear as if they had waited in advance before going.

(This is probably...)

The fact that the abandoned factory is used as a safe house is itself known beforehand. It is thoroughly consolidated so as not to let it escape in time.

Discovering this one didn't immediately lead to captivity. The siege net was steadily rolled out while monitoring trends.

And earlier, Lenore took a distance in reaction to the appearance of a soldier who looked chilly. This was the hang-up, and the soldier made one move.

It's like an avalanche pushing over as furious as it gets.

(Quite a few players are in command... Given that this city is Eubasullah, after all)

I don't insult my opponent as one little girl. Those who know "Frozen Snow Storm" Ventisca "are hitting the response. Perhaps that war veteran - General Bendism Gort.

(... a nasty opponent...)

Turn narrow corners with a faint bite of your lips,

"! Stop! Sinners!"

Match one soldier in a perfect bowl.

"- Huh."

It is not clear.

There is one opponent. And still young. Lenore did not retreat here and slammed into the soldiers suddenly.

"This, don't lick it!

The face of a soldier stained with anger remains slightly younger, not so different from that of Lenore. Something like sixteen or seven? If so, the category is still inexperienced. I mean, I don't know who I am in my active years - "Frozen Snow Storm" Ventisca ".

To the evidence, he had already missed the first move.

Lenore, who found himself so during the three steps of packing, was fleshy to the present of the young soldier who stood at his feet. Wave your right arm around the cold wind so that it snaps up from the bottom.

"Come on!"

I was a soldier who did this to a large extent,

"This,...!?

He put his hand on his lower back sword to fight back, and turned to a stunned look as it was. The nearest Lenore smiled dull,

"... if you're going to deal with me"

Flashed his right arm. He slapped a knife into the man's neck.

"Kaha......!

Groaning briefly, he collapses with his hands on the pattern of the long sword.

"... you'd better pull the sword out from the beginning"

The first blow wasn't aimed at the opponent from the start.

Blades and sheaths adhered to by icing. that instantaneously prevented me from extracting my sword. While watching that

"... disrespect"

Cross him over fallen and run out again.

at the same time. A glimpse of the soldiers walking side by side of the alley glimpsed through the gap of the building.

(You're also assuming that I forcibly break through here... Awkward)

Fortunately, this path leads to certain aspects of the carriage union.

Of course, while a large number of soldiers are chasing me, I don't have time to negotiate with your man and get in the vehicle, to be honest. If you imitate such a long time, it is Sekiyama who will be caught up and seized.

Lenore's journey to the carriage union in this way has also been woven, and it is possible that the scene has been held up for a long time.

(Rather, commanders deploying this many siege nets. to that extent should be doing it)

If it is to be intentionally induced, there is one means.

(To your man, I'm a little sorry...)

One or eight bets. Hopefully that is a situation that can be carried out.

There's nothing else I can do. All we have to do is get to where we can go, like driftwood drifting up the river.

(But... if "Snow Storm White Knights" Grachella Duera "was ambushed... finally, I guess)

How many days will it be now, continuing to scratch the hands of the gendarmerie?

It fits when it's not weird to simmer your business to a little girl who won't get caught and put in an elite unit.

Especially as that captain, his belly brother would be outraged by the human status quo that makes him his sister. He may be breathing that he will give guidance to that shame.

"... hehe"

I couldn't help but laugh.

Well, maybe that's okay.

I've been through a variety of predicaments in the past, but that's just the first time I've been chased around by so many people.

(... Hey, I'm tired. Besides......)

The eyes of the soldiers are now for themselves. Then I'm sure......

"There you are, little girl! Get ready!

A middle-aged soldier with a sword came leaping around the corner of a narrow passage.

Bend the blow of the horizontal giraffe and lift the opponent's jaw in the palm of his hand from below. I snag my foot behind the knee of the man who curled me and push and poke him as he grabbed my shoulder and chest.

"Gubba."

The soldier, who fell on his back with momentum, thrust into a snow mass stuck on the side of the road.

(... reflexively. That was dangerous.)

I felt a little sore.

It's not about the 'effects', it's about the 'opponents'.

(Looks like he was a regular soldier. If 'they' were opponents, this wouldn't have happened)

In Badalnois there are soldiers of the militants who used to belong to the Civil War as an opportunity.

If you confront them called the Whites, "I want to rip them off," this is not the easy thing to do.

The average age is slightly higher because the majority of them are soldiers since the Civil War period. I can't tell the difference in equipment, so I just have to guess by my waist, age, and appearance.

The first soldier could obviously be instantly found to be 'different' at his age, but caution should be exercised if the older soldier is the other.

"…, ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!"

By the way, the opponent is wearing heavy armor, which seems to have buried him deep in the infinity. Summoning and twitching soldier sideways, resume escape.

Did this opponent know Lenore's moves or have been challenged with a sword from the beginning? Though the results remained the same.

The person who put together the siege net must also be familiar with himself from his arms… "Frozen Snow Storm" Ventisca ".

And then...

(... weird if you think about it carefully. Anyway, that's what you can place Snow Storm White Knights "Grachella Duera" and Whites "Want to Tear Off")

That way, you don't need a small, difficult operation or a rush.

Especially if the top knights like Svorn, Migasinthia and Gebi came out, it's no longer stuffed.

If a narrow spot with no escape route is addressed to someone who can't win with strength, that's where Lenore ends.

Nonetheless, if you don't do it - there's one possible reason.

(They're not here)

If so, I am also convinced by this formation.

Because of the absence of elite troops, they attacked us with numbers and maneuvers. Naturally, it has not been so long since the soldiers discovered this one. It was a sudden development and we didn't have enough time to call them in.

(If so...)

There is a way to live. Have you seen the light faintly?

Make your feet hurry as you think.

Upon climbing a gentle slope, the roof of the carriage union eventually began to enter into view, leaving only a straight path leading there.

Its length is less than fifty miles. As long as you stick it through here and get out on the main street, I don't care what happens to the rest.

But - its just one path, the branch that determines destiny.

A dark trail that breaks and extends between buildings. I can't see it from here, but there are many more similar paths connected there. There is no better place for an ambush. Overhead, there are many thick and sturdy plumbing through and like a roof. Telling these as scaffolding also makes surprise attacks from the top easy. Rather, nothing can happen in this environment.

Nevertheless, there is no exit to the present Lenore. I just have to brace my stomach and break through here.

"... All right"

Ceremonies, physical traps, and assassins.

Assuming everything I could think of, the girl being chased ran out.

Even if Svorn tries to show up, I'm going to poke him out, and I'm going to be prepared positively. I'm talking about that half-brother who's proud and long-written. You may be able to unwittingly strike that nasal column that drips over your front mouth and let your guide escape lightly.

Get ready, and the momentum builds on the run. Thirty miles to the boulevard. No ambushes yet.

I can go. Whatever comes, I don't stop, I stick it out.

"You look great in that haircut, Lenore."

That was a voice I didn't envisage.

You can't be, it was a voice.

――――――

It was a completely unexpected event, prepared for all the obstructions and traps.

A leg that was kicking the ground with a big crotch stops to hang. Forgetting his position, forgetting even the situation in which he was placed, Lenore just stood flashly on the spot.

He appeared in a way that blocked his way, in front of him.

You can't be here. For a moment from that preconception, I thought it was someone else. I tried to.

But no doubt about it.

I think it's because I came to the far north. Vulnerable to the cold, she looked thicker than she'd ever seen. Such a wild outfit, yet a beauty that doesn't even show signs of being compromised.

Slice-length eyes hosting a light ice-coloured "Ice Blue". Beautiful blue hair stretched enough to reach your waist.

It's not a mistake or a mistake.

There you are, one of my best friends who has spent two years in college with...

"... be, l"

The nickname, Lenore said, flatteringly.