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

Behind the woods so deep that even lost humans can't reach it. Between dim rocks, made using natural caves. Coming to Azito like that was an odd threesome to see.

"Hi, and it's easy to call Orchester's Monotra."

The first step forward and drooped his head was a skinny man with a curved spine.

A trick that rounds your body and looks up at your opponent from below. Bossy red hair, fallen eyes and large eagle nose, lips suspended in distorted form only on the right. He was a man whose face contours and eye and nose shapes were somewhere asymmetrical, reminiscent of a poorly made eggplant.

It looks humble, yet somewhat disrespectful.

(Ha... you feel like a typical dark traitor)

I would expect that from my previous experience, Larutz, but it doesn't matter if it comes off.

"So, this is Mr. Mutty"

A man named that monotra points to one who refrains behind him.

A girl about sixteen or seven years old from the outside, intricately braided with blushing golden hair and draped to her chest.

A city daughter-like style that seems to be everywhere at first glance, but notably many of the ornaments she has applied all over her body.

First of all, I wear black glasses that the mafia loves to use, and I can't peek into my eyes or eyes. And the flashy red ear decorations Earcuffs and butterflies mimic hair fastenings, silver necklaces, gold bracelets and anklets.

To this point she's just a fancy girl, but the odd thing is that all of those ornaments are bracketed with a bunch of extremely small bells. In total, there seemed to be about twenty of them.

Naturally, even if the girl just faintly wanders, a lively symphony begins with chillin 'chillin'.

"What, that little girl... Stick so many bells together."

to the blur of neighboring Gadgad,

"You flashy little sister."

Larutz agrees.

Wearing all that number, if it rang every single time, every four or six times, I'd be sick and tired of it. It wouldn't even be a fashionable outfit in the city. She was not atrophied while in the stronghold of the Bandits like that, and stood in indescribably grandeur.

…… No, but that sister, it's like I've seen it somewhere...?

Monotra's introduction proceeds so as to leave such a Larutz hook behind.

"And this is Mr. Alalea. I'll do it. I don't know at first glance. Maybe, but I'll do it with a woman."

And the third person introduced was heterogeneous with a ring on his bell-filled daughter.

"Ah, brother. What is it, that guy..."

It is not impossible for Gadgad to ask hissohisso.

"Well...... Don't ask me."

Larutz herself was flattered in the heart of what was disguised as calm.

It is wrapped in coloured clothes that almost only seem to be worn out, and its low back length makes it look like a child outside the poor. If Monotra hadn't put in the supplement, she might not have known it was a woman. Short, clutter-cut hair is obviously damaged and the skin color is significantly worse. I don't even know how old I am.

And most of all, the difference - is that the visibility is obviously blocked by the cloth wrapped multiple times around the head. Full blindfold condition.

This person, however, has come here in no stray footsteps. I just think I see it well.

The stand-up is ghostly creepy, and if you accidentally want to encounter it even in the middle of the night, you might scream. My countrymen also looked at me like I was creepy, surrounded by far-flung windings.

"So? What's the story? At first sight, the three of us have come to our apartment for a great deal of advice."

In the back of the hole, the piled crate is replaced by a chair to stare at the guests as a giraffe is the drain of your head that holds the flavor together.

A tough man with a single scar carved from his forehead to his nose. I leave my hair and moustache to stretch all I want, and there's such an atmosphere as a rough villain.

But for the first time, the job is solid and intelligent, unsuitable for such a demanding appearance. He was a skilled artist at avoiding unnecessary mischief and receiving treasures only as refreshing as possible. When it comes to "The Drun of Disease," it's a known name in the neighborhood.

"Yeah, well, let's get down to business."

Monotra, with her palms rubbed together like a humble merchant, cut out with a fragrant thin and laughing.

"You stole gold from Gerzone's mansion the other day, didn't you?"

Just as the word became a detonator.

With Doran at the head, more than twenty companions, including Larutz and Gadgad, all of whom quickly set themselves up.

Although the regiment forbids killing in principle, it is not, of course, a gathering of saint princes. I don't like inadvertent biocides, but I wouldn't hesitate if I needed to eliminate the disorder.

(Shit, it's that motherfucker! You've got legs already......!?

That was a long time ago big job, with Larutz in it too.

Rumor has it that the goal was to fatten private clothes. Aristocrats. He snuck into the mansion like he had done all he could for his luxury, and the golden-eyed ones were the only ones he had left behind.

Securing intrusion routes and exits from close prior investigation, and evidence retrieval. It was not uncommon to try to be a band such as bandits rather than bandits, but it was a task that has had the success we have seen rarely in recent years.

... should be, but nervousness runs all over me as to whether it has already leaked to a third party.

"Whoa, don't get me wrong. I'm not talking about that. As a matter of fact, in the skulls kept in the mansion, there was a crossing of contributions to our organization."

"Well, I've come to take it back straight away, haven't I?"

"Please listen to me until the end of the story, Mr. Head. We were so interested in your arms that we stole the one that was kept in strict storage that we asked about the deal."

"... do you believe that word?

"Especially if you don't. However, first of all, I want you to understand that..."

Monotra glances at the bandits that surround them, laughing meaningfully niggardly.

"Right now, we are better off on top of the power relationship in this place"

Leave for plenty of seconds,

"... what?

Your head stares sharply.

I guess I didn't understand what the statement meant to you. The same was true of Larutz.

"There are about twenty of you here right now, but the three of us... No, I'm just a merchant, so it's easy to be the two behind me, to be exact - but they're stronger, I'd like you to bear in mind first. Frankly, it's easy for both of them to destroy you. In other words, if you come to take back the bumps, you can do it with strength..."

"Hey Monotra, you're not saying it in a way that speaks for itself. Atai, is that enough for you? Fishing is coming."

Mutty, the girl with the bell, smiles as she distorts her mouth.

Anger seeps into the faces of the members.

Where are you coming from and what are you preaching to whom?

It's like I don't understand my position, stupid provocation. As the members of the group found out that they were still attacking us,

"Stop it, you bastards"

It was your head drain that stopped it.

"These little girls can do something about all of us - no matter what the truth of the Yotai story is, I'm pretty sure these guys are 'ready' for something."

"What are you talking about, you head! To the kind of guys that just three of us are coming for a scarecrow! I don't suppose you've really gotten the hatchet!?

The leader is also unshakeable in his emotional subordinates' objections.

"Oh. It's only because the three of us have done the scarecrow, that's it. I mean, these guys are hiding as many trumpets as they can fight even if we hit them all together. Otherwise, I think I just want to die."

Monotra hammered him like he was impressed with "ho".

"That observational eye of your head is the factor that has led to the success of numerous difficult steals."

"Stop whining."

Your head sends an alert gaze.

"Did you say Monotra or something? You just said you were here to make a deal."

"Yes. As I've just said, we'd like you to provide us with your stealing skills. From here on out, let me give you something."

"Something, you say?

"It's actually quicker for you to see it. Sooner or later, can you help me carry it? 'Cause I'm gonna get you in the luggage truck on the surface."

- That's how I saw what was brought in, and everyone was baffled without one exception.

(What is it...?

Perhaps everyone else was in the same mood as Larutz.

It was stored in a box as long as its height, and I thought it was a pair of glowing full-body armor...

"This is a piece of equipment called Septius. Frankly, a weapon to wear and use is a substitute for what we should call."

"Weapons...... you say? You got this thin armor?

"You can't stop being suspicious. But if you actually wear it, you'll feel the awesomeness. Yes, try it, Mr. Head."

……

Larutz and Gadgad, as well as all the heads who have ever seen various treasures and rarities, looked suspiciously.

That certainly only looks like full-body armor - but how odd its shape was. First of all, it is too thin for armor, seems to have elephant the lines of the human body intact and unreliable. Then only the arms are unusually thick and unnaturally swollen.

"... what is this material...?

The sheet metal "plate" on the surface seemed to have sufficient stiffness, contrary to its thinness, and seemed to return a definite texture if the drain tapped the knack with a round fist.

"Press here to open the back. So, from here on inside, make sure to suffocate your body for easy wearing. Don't worry, it will fit your individual physique perfectly and tame. Well, actually, if you try it, it's easy to understand with your senses. I thought you were fooled. Go ahead."

"... fine.... Hmmm..., here."

Feet, torso, hands. Instead of wearing it, I had the impression that I would fit five bodies inside the mold. When worn without delay, the back closes by sounding a metal noise with Gashan. If I wore the last helmet thing I was given, it sounded like closing the key at my neck.

"Then it will be easier after the installation is complete. Oh, I'll make you look good, Mr. Head."

It was a monotra that sends such praises.

"Ke, you don't look the same who wore it."

It was Mutty, a girl full of bells, who opened her mouth. Simply gently lift the long blonde hair, accompanied by the chillin and bell sounds. Beautiful voice with impaired ears, rough manly tone.

But her words are good, and there are no gaps or exposures in the appearance of wearing Septius, and everything up to the helmet is covered with sheet metal, not even a peek in the eye area. Close to wearing a whole sphere of metal.

If there were more than one person wearing the same thing, they would be very indistinguishable from each other, such as who they are.

"I'll leave him alone, Mr. Mutty. So how do you do it, head, if you're comfortable?"

……

Your head twisted silently and seemed to be checking on you.

"No, your head. Can you see it first?"

"Can you talk in the first place? Look at the container and put it on. You can't breathe."

When my men whisper,

"- I can see"

The voices of the emitted heads were not at all creepy and so clear that they could not be seen over the helmet.

"And... what the hell, it's easier to move than I thought..."

A head that turns hands and feet, but surely its behavior is natural and light as if it is wrapped around thin clothes.

"That's not all you can do. Can you take a look inside your arm? There's a protrusion in the groove, right? I don't mind either arm, if you push that protrusion in..."

"Is this it? Like this......? Whoa!"

Starting with your head, the members were just stunned. A thick, swollen arm opened to bloom.

"As you can see, the arm area is ready for a little storage"

"Hmm, did that make my arms so thick? That's a bizarre build......, huh? What the..."

Doran surprised to take out what was in that storage area.

"Hehe, you're starting to notice. That's one of the uniforms that would make Septius strongest. Handshot, soften. All right, let's do a little demonstration."

- From there on out, Larutz did hear.

The sound of common sense and assumptions that were rooted in me broke apart in a ragged fashion.

Bread, bread and woody spirits in the cave is a dry sound that doesn't taste terrible.

But it was a fierce fire that didn't even allow for visibility.

"Here's the thing, let's do it."

A faint white smoke drifts from the tip of the handshot cylinder set up by Monotra.

A dozen miles forward at a distance, the head and chest of a training straw bundle doll used as a sword or bow object were worn with small or deep holes. This is adjusted to be the same hardness as the human body. Which means...

"... and well, as you can see, it's relatively easy to fire powerful projectiles. If you're going to have to, you're going to need a lot of training, but unlike a bow, you can sneak it in your nose."

The next thing I saw was a sword of light that kept shining as if it hadn't blinked.

"This is called a laser blade, and it's a substitute that won't even take a pull from Oracle, a divine chant created by the leading chanter Mage."

If the monotra that tells you so waves the sword, Vun and the unfamiliar wind-cut sound. A dazzling tail of light was cutting the straw doll's arm thoroughly.

As far as the movement of monotras is concerned, amateurs when it comes to sword moves. It was like a hip-free blow. I guess there is no falsehood in the statement that I am just a merchant. But even though it was a wind not so powerful, the cut of the straw bundle was incredibly vivid.

"In addition, a weapon called Toxic Grenade sprays a fog of paralysis poison on one side of the perimeter. It is easy to use this here now, so the demonstration will not be easy. Thanks also to the mechanism known as cylinder, the person wearing Septius is safe and easy"

"... is that true?... I wouldn't be more suspicious now than I've been shown my previous Shilomon... Well, if I use it now..."

"Yeah. Everyone but your head, including you of course... they all fell down."

Even so, Monotra could afford it.

……

Your head was silent.

In front of many of the soldier costumes I've never seen before, my companions are teeming with such flavors as excitement and confusion in half.

(Head......)

The strange helmet he was wearing prevented him from seeing the look on his face, but Larutz was able to feel confident that Dran was in the same mood as he is now.

(You know what I mean, you head... shit, these guys...)

- That is, fear.

Larutz thinks. Bandits and other bastards, including myself, are a bunch of bastards sticking out of the public. Whatever the history, the destination is… the fallen trail is' here '.

It's such a fallout that I can tell by staining myself.

Shoot to death from a light distance. Break without bitterness with a shining sword. Crawl everything but yourself to the ground.

They are places that cannot be accomplished without the talented leading chanter Magee.

But with this equipment, anyone... even the powerless like ourselves can imitate that.

He gave up even though he was in a hurry, he could be a 'mighty man'.

If so,

(What the hell, these guys... How bad are orchesters......!?

Those who try to provide so much power so lightly. How powerful is that organization?

"By the way, with this cylinder feature, it is also possible to operate in water for a while. Oh, I'll do it later. I can't follow that Septius, but some models have a function called a sensor. Do it with something excellent that can capture the position of an approximate person -"

Larutz's fear is also a breeze where it blows, Monotra introduces the unknown features as a matter of course.

"... and all kinds of weapons and aids... but of course, this Septius has excellent defense."

Say no, Monotra took out a little bead-like thing from her nostalgia. Two numbers.

Araleah picks the same thing out of her clothes sac about a blindfolded woman who is creeping in without saying a word so far, and they pack it into their ears and push it in.

(... earplugs?

Why use such a thing in this context now? It was the moment Larutz wondered.

"Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me for a moment. Then please, Mr. Mutty."

Chin--

The sound of a small bell spiriting a tree in a cave.

cool. The moment you recognize it,

"Huh!?

The world of Gakun and Larutz leaned.

Suddenly his knees crept and he approached the present as the rock-skinned ground had risen.

"Ugh......!

He stuck his arm in his lap and managed to avoid a clash from his nose.

"What, uh...!?

I didn't know what happened.

(Ko, what is this?)

Set aside a few seconds to finally understand the situation.

(I... fell, or...?

That consciousness didn't fit. When you crawl all over the cold rocky ground but somehow circle your neck,

"Nah......!

Twenty fellow members of the regiment were equally overthrown.

"Damn... what the hell...!

It feels like I've been stirred in my head. I can't support the five bodies like I'm drunk.

"Ah, brother, to the body... the power, don't get in, dude, what's going on?"

"Whoa, I, you know...!

Groaning companions, but none could rise as one.

I move my face only hard, and I notice it there.

Four shadows stand flat in this tragedy.

It was three Orchesters and a drain wrapped around Septius.

"What, what? How did these guys all of a sudden fall? What the fuck did you guys do!?

Monotra answers while removing the earplugs to the chief dran wandering around with an iron figure that doesn't even know his expression.

"Well, please calm down, Mr. Head. Now Mr. Mutty has made it easier for me to use the Divine Chant" Oracle ". When I hear the sound properly, I can't stand and fall... I'll do that"

"Become..."

"If I don't do this special earplug, I'll do it with a horrible technique that makes me and Mr. Alalea fall down, too. But you're right, your head is safe. I think you now understand the defensive performance of Septius."

In the form followed by such commentary, the bell girl opened her mouth delightfully.

"Ke, you finally figured it out. You worm Kera, this is what you hang in Atai's hands. I can still get my brain sore out of my ear."

No one objected to the little girl laughing dirty. I don't doubt it. Because this is how they are pulled down now.

"I'll tell you what, Atai is just a bastard in Septius, if you don't mind, you can twist him in two seconds. Don't freak me out after wearing that. Old man."

The bell's daughter laughed violently as she looked at Doran in iron.

Some of the members would have been there.

If Septius is so powerful, I wonder if it's possible to end and take away the Monotras like this. It was Mutty's statement as if he had anticipated it.

"... so I'll stop, Mr. Head. Will you take this deal...?

Suggestions by a strange threesome that came to Azit.

That had, as a matter of course, turned into an unacceptable threat of rejection.