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

"You drank too much of that tea, this is..."

Going to the bathroom three times.

White tea called "Nasel", a white snow cold tea that I drank at the first luxury store. If I did, it would be the result of drinking that one that was cold and moving outside freezing myself too.

Finally the urine was healed, and the drifting guard, who left the restaurant by bidding farewell to both Larutz and Gadgad, was on the snow sidewalk towards the museum.

The idle streets that sink in white are ruined tranquillity, and their lack of vitality highlights the colder weather.

(No, is there a lot of people out there praying or something)

This time that the people are all praying to God due to the event that will be the Holy Ceremony "Palezza". Pious believers say that even important work is interrupted to participate.

Born and raised in modern Japan, it's a feeling I don't understand.

(Lenore guy too...... I wonder if he's praying somewhere by now)

It was just an idea that came to mind casually, but I'm sure its not unlikely.

Faith in God in this world takes precedence over everything else in principle. Badalnoise's against Cure Renaissance is no longer absolute. Lenore, and I'm sure that Mertina is no exception. Even on the body to be chased, they will make time to stop and offer sincere prayers.

And as well, Ohmzolf and General Bendism, Hefnell, and the Snow Storm White Knights, Grachella Duera. Some of them should be performing such a duty to God by now.

Those who chase and those who are pursued. The opposite opposite ground, the opposing relationship, yet the god that worships is the same.

To which side will Curarenay, the ice god who gathers their faith all together, be fulfilled?

(Well...)

Silently stepping on the snow, Lifeguard thinks about the future.

The Laruts, who offered to collect information on Orchester, decided to meet at a nearby coffee shop the day after tomorrow.

Nevertheless, the current exodus protection is cooperating with the Badalnoise soldier regiment. Not necessarily going out. Depending on future developments, it will also be possible that they will not be able to go due to convenience.

In case that happens, I have been asked the name and location of the inn where Larutz and Gadgad are staying. If anything, it's a calculator to send them a letter and let them know.

(That's inconvenient ~, I knew it...)

At times like this, modern Japanese boys feel it again.

The non-existent world of mobile phones. Unable to use communication technology myself.

By the way, Larutz and Gadgad didn't seem to be able to use Oracle, a very good divine chanting technique, and they didn't have the skill to contact someone far away who didn't even know where they were. "I'm not a bandit if I can use my technique properly," says Larutz.

I tend to forget that staying at Midir College, which is full of eggs from the brilliant chanter Magee, is more overwhelming in the world than the Unheld.

Then again,

(I wonder if it will be practical as soon as possible, communication equipment......)

Dr. Locke is under keen supervision. Expectations just increased for that.

(even if...... orchester, or)

A giant criminal organization that is leaping in a dark society.

It is probably the manufacturer of handshots, it has so much control that its existence does not come to a sigh of brightness, it has a peculiar and powerful chanter, Magee, and it has its roots in the countries of the continent.... and Lenore was part of it.

(Maybe even Raindeer...)

Lurking, it's not strange.

He was a knight, but he ran a killer operation behind him, and there's a precedent for Detlev.

Even as a drift shield, he talked about it to the point where he sandwiched it in his little ear later, but Detlev said his loyalty to King Aldia was real, although it was the face behind the distortion that he had. Scorched by its overwhelming strength, the goal should be as a user of the same flame attributes. Maybe that man wanted to confront the king directly in the case in question.

So I'm sure there's no wonder someone was admiring the king but doing Orchester's 'concurrent business'.

In any case, the information obtained from Larutz and Gadgad should also be shared with the Belgrettes.

There is a good chance that he will collide with this Orchester human in the future.

"Ugh, ooh! It's cold."

Occasionally, the northerly wind blows like I recall. Walk slowly as you tremble into the cold air that even dimensions your thoughts.

As we climbed the long and loose slope by the road, we could see a large castle-squatted building in the distance. Even against the map, that must be the museum. Smoking streets in powdered snow, the enormous figure floating across them is unseen, even letting some mysterious signs drift. but

(Ma, it's still far away...)

As a boy who is not interested in doing art, that was his current sentiment.

I can afford it till my appointment time, but Sabel and Julie should already be in there. Bellette and Edvin, on the other hand, would not have arrived yet.

(Are you exposed to the cold outside, or can you hit that stupid couple's atsu? It's a choice between hot and cold...)

Go for the museum while smiling bitterly. It can be seen far away, so if you get here, you won't get lost.... and right after I was thinking.

"Hmm...?

The crossroads ahead, from the right side of that crossroads, a bunch of people coming out of nowhere. I wondered if there were five or six of them, and they appeared next. Ten, fifteen...... in no time, to such numbers that they cannot be chased through with their eyes.

(What...?

It also grew while the drift shelter questioned it, and eventually the surroundings were filled with people who came from that path. The city, now deserted until now, is brimming back to life in an instant.

If we look closely, we are not all aiming in one direction, but each separates into a path of thought. The facial rashes varied between young and old, with no uniformity in appearance and the impression that all others had come out of one place.

"Are you all right, Father..."

"This has never happened before. I hope it's not a foretaste of bad things..."

I can't help but think of two elderly couples, and that conversation reaches the ears of a drifting guardian.

"Heh heh! We're done early, so we can play a lot!

"Here! Don't say that! It's around the corner!

Brothers and sisters, young boys and girls run full of energy.

(Father... it's over early, I mean punishing...)

Beyond the crossroads, the drift shelter turned its attention to the path, which still overflowed many people. The same streets as the others. A large number of passers-by. There wasn't even a glimpse of anything special from it.

(Maybe the prayer time for examples or something is over yet?

That is likely to be the case, to observe from the current situation and the conversations we have heard. Something unexpected may have happened and we cut it off early.

(No, well, I don't care)

For an atheist exodus, it's not even a story of interest.

Shortly after we resumed our steps toward the museum amid a completely busy mess.

"If, brother there"

There was a man standing by to block his way.

A woman dressed in thin brown cold clothing with a mockingbird fur. The trapezoidally spreading dress skirt is long enough to cover your ankles, and your face is hidden in what looks like a warm Russian hat worn deep in your eyes and you're not sure. As far as the bottom from the dewy nose, isn't she quite beautiful? Age is a little above drift protection, and so on.

"... er? Me?

This is all the crowd, it could be the wrong person. Lifeguard asks again, pointing to his face, after checking around just in case.

"Yes, you. I just wanted to ask you something, could you follow me?

She tells that in a clear, sober voice, she starts walking on the right, turning around without a bare wave waiting for a response.

"Huh!? No, you know, a little?

It is the adolescent boy who is in a hurry. Reverse nan!? I'm not as floating kid as I think, but I'm not as cold-blooded as I can totally ignore. I rush after her as she walks away with a quick leg.

Enter a narrow trail, turn some corners, and exit into a narrow open space like you were born in the gap between the building and the building. When we get here, there's no sign of the people that have suddenly overflowed earlier.

An occlusive space surrounded by the exterior walls of a tall building on all sides. There's something somewhat like a abandoned flowerbed in the corner, nothing else. But I wonder if it's someone's property around the area where the snow is exactly removed.

Such an open place about twenty meters square, in the center of which the woman stood.

Stream protection out of the alley in confusion faces her about five meters apart.

"Er..."

Calling reluctantly, she took off her Russian hat, which was deeply worn, annoyingly and held it aside.

I guess he was in it, all at once spreading, long, beautiful pure white hair -

It's the shield that's watching.

That face of a woman in bright light,

"... Mertina Snow...!?

Long neat willow eyebrows, delicate lashes like dolls, cat-eyed tenuous eyes hidden behind them. All of that, unspoilt pure white.

Yesterday, the siege of soldiers and escorts was sieged... No, "Penta" stood there as a matter of course, slamming down and cutting through lightly.