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

That was one early summer evening, refraining from a half holiday called Orti's afternoon.

"Hmmm... Lenore is... like this, feeling like a soggy black cat"

I used to resemble her that way as she blossomed into a chat she didn't love.

He wasn't even full of us, and I still remember him showing a face that he was somehow good at.

It was a drift shield that was running in retrospect of such occasional events, but it immediately stopped.

In a slightly wider passage ahead, the soldiers and Lenore are confronted.

She must have knocked it down, two laying silver armor. But the number of those who surround is greater than ten.

"Ugh..."

The two falling seemed to have breath, and the drift protection was a little hoarse. that the dead were not out, that Lenore did not kill them, against both.

Now both sides were staring at each other, keeping a certain distance. While we are doing so, the soldiers continue to gather.

……

Lenore herself, you must have noticed.

There is no escape. Instead of being a black cat, there's a tough formation unfolding that can't get out with one mouse.

but......,

"... if you don't want to go home... on this occasion now, I will kill you"

That word.

Has she already acquired enough power to make it happen? My best friend's life, as my own food.

Noticed of the drift protection that came, she skips a glance without alarm.

The usual faceless expression I'm totally used to seeing. Cool beauty with no idea what you're thinking.

"Hey, Mr. Lenore."

In the one-touch, immediate air, you dare to call for drift protection in a completely normal tone.

Mia was worried.

Bringing up that name doesn't change Lenore's look.

"It was tough until we got out over there. Mia said, 'I'm coming, too!' I'm not going to ask. Don't waste any more time with your kids."

The look on Lenore's face remains the same.

"At the end of the day," If Lenore is safe, I don't know what happened to me! 'Say something like that. That's right, Belle's angry,' Don't say that, 'slap me on the cheek. "

Again, the look on Lenore's face remains the same.

And keep it up, just a word.

"... it's none of my business"

It was like freezing ice, a word.

Phew. The shield became aware that the half-laugh-like exhalation had leaked.

"... well, hey, that's it"

Contrary to mild words, the boy holds his fist surprisingly hard himself.

"Let me ask you something about Lenore's attitude."

Details later.

First, put him down and force him to listen.

Consolidating such determination,

"Lugo."

That's where Belgrette caught up.

From the other trails, one soldier after another comes.

Sabel and Julie, who apparently came from another route, were also giving a peek from the other corner. Edvin, who was blown away earlier, also came holding his shoulders down.

What's more, a corner of this place seems to be an abandoned factory, with soldiers forming on pipes stretched endlessly from the upstairs section.

Roughly thirty people, including the drift guardians.

As a result, the situation surrounded Lenore was favourably outnumbered earlier.

"Give up."

Bendism, who has caught up with a relaxed foothold, seeps into a frightened mood. Lenore still doesn't answer.

She looked up into the sky instead and took one small sigh of hum.

"... Enough already"

I didn't know what that word meant when she was pompous.

In the next moment, it was Lifeguard and Belgrette who watched.

Towards the two, at the same time, Lenore fires an ice bullet. A sharp act of attack, as if to speak for a rejection.

"Lenore...... Huh!

Belgrette cut this off with a sword draw while he was there,

Let's end this. Come on.

Liquid shield shakes his neck to the side and flaunts this.

And at the same time, they rushed out towards Lenore.

Ice and snow girls get up and show an obvious willingness to intercept.

(Lenore......)

I don't know what she's thinking, homeless.

There's just something for sure.

Her escape play, that's it.

Everyone else got into a fighting position on the occasion of the drift protection and the movement of Belgrette. Sabel and Julie to begin the chant, soldiers with swords.

Lenore's strength is almost mutually reinforcing with Belgrette. As for exile protection, it is also a previous story, and I tread that it will not reach Belgrette, who has fought for his brother's revenge and has grown rapidly.

In time for this occasion now, a regiment consisting of exodus guardians, Sabel and Julie, Edvin, and dozens.

Assuming you're getting 'power', there's no way to fight this number of powerful opponents.

Lenore is definitely caught here.

- It should have been.

Shortly after she approached the girl with wind and snow in the form of stray protection and Belgrette sandwiching.

My eyes were stained white.

The first thing I felt was a faint ground sound. Snow storms that wind up almost simultaneously. My vision is completely closed and I can stop my leg.

It was an exodus to wonder if Lenore had tried to dazzle him with surgery, but soon I realized it wasn't the same. The reason for this is simple:

"Become..."

No one else, because I heard Lenore's surprised voice.

In the sight of the powdered snow,

- Len won't let you do it.

It was the voice of a tall woman I had never heard, who often went by.

――――

The rising snow fades, and the closed vision clears up slightly.

And everyone noticed.

Before Lenore, to have one woman showing up.

A grand stand as if you dare to stand, present yourself and defend yourself.

It was nevertheless divine as if Lenore had summoned even the Spirit in the earthquad.

Is the appearance age around twenty years old? If in a nutshell -, pure white. A piece of unclean, white. Skin that falls out. And the salacious hair that reaches to your back. Cat-eyed large eyes, too. Long lashes decorating its edges as well. And an even, luxurious body. And clothes with Gothic dress tones to wrap around.

All of that, waking up white.

Nestled in scattered, rough snow, is just like "Snow Fairy (Snow Fairy)".

Smooth, cold, somewhere sharp. It's like the world has forgotten to apply color only to her. Well, it was a frightening beauty.

Albino, congenital leukoderma. One day I was surfing the internet and I saw those words cross the back of my driftshield brain.

…………

Perhaps the answer would have been obvious if I had thought about it a little bit. But so suddenly, the thought of drift protection was instantaneously confusing.

Who, on this occasion? Where'd you come from?

With such questions overflowing,

"Mel, what are you doing..."

Lenore called upon that woman to stand before herself,

"You're out, Mertina Snow...!

General Bendism, who sits in the back of the formation, spoke his name low.