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

"Ha, ha...!

Run through.

Edvin, who jumped into the yard of a nearby house with a fireball in his hand, turned his face straight across the grounds to the trail on the other side.

(Nobody...)

Rather than, I can't feel the popular "Hitoshi" itself. Probably because we are gathered in the church at the Resident Exodus for the Holy Ceremony "Palezza".

The situation that the whole city was quiet at midday was nothing but unusual if you try Edvin, who grew up in the bustling King Raindeer capital.

That's how I was watching the street, Edvin, but I can pull my face in a hurry.

"Brother, it's no use running away."

The one who came out of the corner nuzzled, needless to say, that man.

Monotra, who walks dignified through the middle of the road, comes here with his neck all over his spare time.

(Chip, you nasbi bastard......)

Edvin didn't run away.

I was going to make it look that way and use this bunch of residential areas and shoot Monotra from behind and in the blind spot.

"Mad Dog," no matter who he is, he doesn't bite helplessly. I can talk about myself and how to pull it off.

(Damn... Yabe...)

The poor colour of the flag does not need to be further debated now.

This man named Monotra is definitely stronger than himself. That's far too. Edvin honestly makes that decision. Usually, I might have given up being an unrivaled opponent and wrapped my tail around it.

But things are different now.

(I'll take him down here...!

The opponent is one of the orchesters.

If you let him escape, he'll be joined by the flashy woman he was with and the rest of us.

In addition, this opponent has explicitly declared that it would cause harm to Belgrette and the shield.

"Bellette Fizz Gertillude, too. You can't kill me. '

Impossible.

To my buddies...... absolutely impossible, such as getting away awesome from the motherfucker who told me he was going to lay his hands on a woman in love. Such an option did not even exist as shards in Edvin Gaul.

(And wow...)

This is a good opportunity at the same time as a crisis.

We may be able to extract useful information from a mysterious Orchester constituent. If it works that way, Bergrette's eyes on herself may also change......

Pachin, and hard footsteps to crush the ice. Hazy Edvin peered down the street.

Monotra, who walks magnificently in the middle of a narrow road, is coming just around the corner. At a distance of around ten miles?

"Chip."

Not yet noticed. Sew the building clearance to get the distance and cross the fence of the next house into the garden. Keep going around the back of the building.

"! Owa......!

I was going to, but I stopped in a hurry.

A magnificent city of snow spreading beneath your eyes.

There was no way behind the house, and it was a cliff cut off just ahead.

Is it approximately twenty miles high? The cobblestone path stretches as the roof of the house and tree-lined eartips stretch underneath. It would be the end of a roll if it fell. If you look out from the second floor of this house, you must have a great view.

I was obsessed with traveling and didn't realize it was in this position.

(Hey, no this way...!

Turn your heels back and cross the cliffside houses.

A simple fence was erected on the back of the house and on the roads that were stopping at its sides, but only as high as Edvin's waist. I'm a little uncomfortable with it as a fall prevention.

(Falling into some kind of applause - right...)

Dive into the shadow of the warehouse of a few houses away, gazing at the distant scenery.

(Well, I'll go away...)

Attacking from half-positioning just ends up being approached with that leg force before it's prevented. The struggle is reminiscent of Arima Current Protection.

(No, hey... I don't give a shit. If it was him, he'd be tailing me in one shot)

In retrospect of his former defeat, his active play, he immediately denied it.

"Brother, I'll leave you alone."

Such an eggplant man can't reach the guerrilla soldiers of his own target, "Fist Strike" Luckerth.

At least that luxurious slender arm. He's wearing something on his fist and it's 'to this extent'. It's incomparable.

(Than that, you bastard...)

Edvin was surprised as he lurked his breath in the corner of the building.

"Where do we do it?"

This is the fourth time.

The approaching Monotra voice.

Yes, it's definitely coming close.

It was Edvin trying to cross the shadows of the house and poke at the gaps in this man while keeping his distance.

(Son of a bitch... just go away and stop by me exactly...?

From shade to shade, come and go. I'm trying to ambush him in a narrow passage, or bypass him to take the back, but each time Monotra changes direction and walks into Edvin's hiding place.

"Brother, you must be here."

I don't know the exact position any more than I'm kicking around while calling. You can't even imitate that.

Dean Nastadio and others say they can figure out where a particular person is, but that's only because of the power of 'Penta'. I didn't know the rationale for being familiar with the nonstudious Edvin, but he said what would be the 'art of knowing where people are' is very difficult.

(If anyone could use that technique for canteening, it would be easier to find the Lenore guy - Shit......)

College students also have many users of technology that allows them to figure out the number of resentful demons around them, commonly referred to as' countermeasures enemies', but when they become human, they take it personally differently. By the way, Edvin can't even use such countermeasures.

Anyway,

(Ariumi's physical abilities, the college director's searching abilities...? Keh, is that possible?)

But now this opponent is steadily approaching his hiding place. He's beating himself down at an unstoppable speed in his eyes. I'm going through this with my own hands.

Among orchesters, he's probably the top user.

(If you find it, that's where it ends... I can't react to his physical abilities......... ha, haha)

Think again.

How pointless the physical exercise that should have been taken seriously so far. That if you put a strong man in front of you, it doesn't work.

(Damn, that's hilarious...)

Definitely deadly.

When Monotra has roughly grasped this position by any means, it is difficult to succeed in striking. Plus, that leg strength. Running away would not be realistic either.

(Which way...?

Even during the tour of thought,

"Brother, give up and come out."

Monotra comes one step at a time, loose footsteps.

(Damn, some hand...,!

A view jumped into Edvin's eyes as he glanced around.

Private house in the back. Whether it was collected by snow removal work, there is a snow mountain along the wall about the child's back length. Just above it, there was a balcony upstairs that was cut out.

……

Things dispute for a moment.

I was somewhat distracted, but Edvin immediately started acting.

Snow-covered, uninhabited neighborhood.

Monotra slowly roaming the cobblestone pavement laughs niggly at finding the person she was looking for.

"Hey, brother. I don't know what to do, in a place like that."

"Heh."

Edvin laughed with his nose and 'looked down' on him.

Standing is the second floor of a private house. The balcony I just found. I stepped up Snow Mountain, but the residents still seem to be away. I can't hear anything from inside the house.

We are only a few miles away from each other. Edvin looking down, is the schematic of the monotra looking up.

"Go up to that place on your own, and don't be a bad person. Are you trying to get help from an unrelated person? I'll do it for nothing. The people of this city are enthusiastic Cure Renaissance believers, so I'll go to church this time of year. At least in this neighborhood. Well, no problem."

"I know, I know, I know."

"Then ~,!

The peeled monotra quickly raised his arms to shelter his face.

Pan, and the bouncing white snow scatters.

"My brother..."

Prevent sudden thrown snowballs. Monotra's eyes peeking through the gap in her arms had obvious anger emotions.

"... I'm not willing to hang out with you."

"Well, don't say that!

The niggling Edvin looked downstairs for a mono tiger and threw the snowballs he had made from next to next.

There is no such thing as precise throwing techniques as drift protection, but the distance is close to each other. Leave it to the numbers and some will be hit.

And it sounds, like, dull.

……

Monotra continues to shelter her face with both arms as she plays and keeps her mouth shut.

Snowball, was a somewhat dangerous substitute to call it.

Gripped and solidified in the characteristic cold of Badalnoise, it is a splendid rubble that boasts a hardness that cannot be fooled. Inside, balls, such as mostly ice chunks themselves, were also crossed.

Throw them down one after the other,

(After all, you bastard......!

Edvin is convinced.

Something's wrong with the sound. hitting monotra limbs and torso. They sound strangely metallic. I'm pretty sure he's wearing some kind of protective gear.

"Oh, come on."

Monotra simmers and stares up the business while not throwing.

At the tip of its nose,

"Huh!"

There was an impending ball of exploding flames of red fever.

"Guh!?

Gagin, and Monotra's right arm plays heavily, leaving a high repercussion and defending aggressively.

"Chi......!

It's Edvin who hits the tongue.

Scatter Bomb, who misled him into a streak of snowballs, ended up undeveloped at all costs.

(But...!

I totally got the benefit of the ground. I went upstairs to prevent Monotra from approaching me due to her leg strength. If this position is taken, it will be a shoot-out of surgery.

but why has Monotra not unleashed his assault technique in the first place and bothered to get close and beat him up?

(This nasbi bastard got a heck of a handle on his flying gear......!

A manipulative system called 'open'. I don't like the act of releasing the summoned technique as it is. That's why I've been putting up a melee.

On the other hand, Edvin makes "open" - he specializes in shooting each other at this distance.

(Heh, will I end up here...!

Myself who is bitter about relying on the divine chant "Oracle," but cannot fight without it.

Stupid but evil wisdom works. I don't even hate cowardly means to win.

That's the ambient evaluation.

The fact that I was feeling thin can be stuck in response.

Edvin Gaul said - like Geisserius and Arima Current Protection, you can never be.

"Keh......!

Like throwing away every complicated thought, we're going to chase a fireball toward a disfigured monotra.

"Come on ~... it's delicious...!

A voice conceived of an uncontrollable rage.

Monotra, who stomped on her barefoot and held on, plunged her left hand into her nostalgia, largely. Thus, 'it' is removed from the inside of the jacket.

……

Object in Monotra's hands. That was stranger the more I accidentally frowned, the more I tried to make it Edvin.

Something like a chunk of black iron, big enough to fit in the palm of your hand. It has a short cylinder at the top, and its little hole is pointed this way.

――――――

What revived Edvin's brain was the story of the heavenly banquet that he had heard from Lifeguard and Belgrette.

Some of the participants were said to have been disqualified by bringing in a hell of an armed A bunch of unknown gear like you've never seen or heard of, in which...

Bread, and a dry sound.

It was at the exact same time that Edvin bowed to the shadow of the balcony railing and a spidery crack in the glass in the drawer just behind him.

Bread, bread and continuous wooden spirits.

A wind hole is worn in the glass to match the sound. Using that part as the starting point, the crack instantly spreads to the whole. Shortly afterwards, the glass that was stuck in the door broke and fell, scattered with deafening noises and fragments. A slice of leftover gizzard along the frame shines like a fang of a beast.

……

Edvin felt lukewarm water on his left cheek as he stared at it nearby.

"Ugh, oh..."

Drop your gaze on the back of the wiped hand and groan unconsciously.

Sticky red. At the same time you recognize it, a burning sensation that hurts from left cheek to ear.

I cut it with glass fragments - not of.

I was bluffing. The first shot.

(I don't know what it is... sure,)

"Oh, you've reacted well, brother. Do you see this and know it's a weapon right away?

Beyond the railing, a voice full of superiority heard from below.

"It's easy to waste a bullet, and I thought it would be a good idea to use it if you were about your brother. You won't be able to spend any more time with me. I'll make it easier to end it."

The hearts of Bukunba-kun and Edvin roar as they sit in the shadow of the railing that serves as a wall.

".................. ugh"

He was dead. If the reaction had been a few more seconds slow, my blood tide had been scattered, not glass. I'm just wary of a hairy situation.

(Sure... Hand... That's it... Hand shot, or something...!

I'm strongly impressed, just listening.

That weapon that even Dino Gailroen once fell and lay down under a direct hit.

Shortly before the "Silence of the White Raspberry (Rabbitzkham)", Liu Shi et al., they ran into the evil man in possession of it after visiting the city of Jackroat on mission. Confronting each other, even he says he cooled his liver to its performance.

Because a lot of people witnessed it at the Heavenly Bombardment Festival, or even a few recent rumors among the evil kids and fellow citizens of the city.

Tools that eject small bullets at invisible speeds. The convenience of being able to easily sneak into the nostalgia, in addition to the power, is just as you can see today.

(That's right. So sure...... sure,)

I desperately dig up information from my poorly made head.

Says a substitute specializing in killing people. Says, a regular person may be able to pick up the chanter Magee.

And there's something else...

………………

It was Edvin hiding the balcony wall in his shield, but I can't do this forever.

It's foolish to show your face no longer than the enemy has such a murder weapon. Even in the realm of flying tools, they went up to Monotra.

(I can feel it, but I'll get in the way...)

Breaking into the house from a broken glass door, bent over.

It was like a bedroom there. A room with elegant interiors, not to mention decorations. Residents would be very ordinary civilians. But unique to extreme cold countries, it is equipped with a large and splendid fireplace.

(Something... Use it. Do you have a monkey?)

If it's a biography or adventure tan, we can get something from here that leads to a reversal play of death and regeneration.

(That's not convenient...)

Furniture like firewood, burning sticks, crates in pots, and clocks are all on the eye. To throw or swing, just items you don't mind.

Leaving the room with his middle waist, he goes down the stairs that were right beside him.

The kitchen would also get meat cutting knives, etc. but can you counter that handshot with something like that?

(I don't like it... If it's a weapon, we can't talk about it being longer...)

But this is a very ordinary private house. Every house in the countryside is likely to have all kinds of weapons for hunting in the countryside surrounded by woods, but the city is the heart of Badalnoise. It's a gorgeous urban castle town.

As far as walking outside, there were no shadows or shapes, such as fields or forests. You wouldn't expect a decent weapon first.

Edvin, who came down to the ground floor with that in mind, once again strains himself.

……

There must be a monotra right outside. You won't be forced to come in more than you have such a gain. He should be willing to attack unilaterally from afar just in case he doesn't get a counterattack. Anyway, we have to be alert to sniping through windows and doorways.

Fortunately, there were no windows in the hallway on the ground floor.

But only dimly for that matter,

(Huh, but if it's fucking cold, I won't... it won't be any better)

The indoors, where the protection of the Daytime God does not extend, are as cold as they are outside.

The jacket I gave away from that mother and child is certainly warm, but the exposed faces, hands, legs wrapped in raindeer standard underwear, etc. are going to freeze. I even cared about that in this emergency because my cheek wounds hurt the cold.

…………

Sneak open the thin wooden door in the nearest room while you're on guard.

It looked like a living room, with a fireplace sitting in the corner, similar to the upper bedroom, in addition to tables, cupboards and sofas. The light is plugged in through the larger window, but of course that can't alleviate this cold.

The interior is considered completely cold out and quite some time has elapsed since the inhabitants went out to the St. Ceremony Palezza.

(Why don't you kindle the fireplace and warm it up on your own...)

Edvin is a user of flames. I have no trouble with that means. and so on and the moment I thought about it in a half-yaked fucking way,

(Fireplace......?

That must have been Edvin and the rest of them flashing, who are credited with being stupid. Or should I call it the driving of a coward whose wickedness works?

(The fireplace contains... firewood. If so......)

This is a freezing climate. It is not very much better than thermostats. These fireplaces are provided in each room and should always be in use at this time of year.

(... Then you have an 'alle'...?

Perhaps the supply is not on time in the normal way. First of all, it is undoubtedly individually deceiving in each household.

Then there is for sure.

(I don't like it... but if there is, is it outside...? Which other house was...? Mm-hmm. I don't give a shit, and I don't want to wait)

So what came back to Edvin's brain was,

'Oh... as you can see, it's firewood. It's this cold... every room in the palace has a big fireplace and it's always running. That's why we need a lot of firewood. "

Immediately after arriving at the Ice Fai Palace, Palace Shell on, the contents explained by the soldier Hefnell, the guide.

'Cause if you're a Badalnoise guy, that's what we've all been doing since we were kids'

Of course, Edvin doesn't have excellent memory.

But only this was clearly remembered because there was such an unexpected thing in the magnificent and vast palace.

Because, after all...

(Heh, it's worth exploring...!

Will the idea be a glimmer of light to remove the predicament?

Immediately after that thought, the actual vision was shadowed. The room got dark.

――

Living room window. On the other side of it, there was a Monotra peeking indoors.

Each other's gaze intersects.

"Huh!"

Three dry gunshots as Edvin rolled out into the hallway. One of the four legs of the table bounced, a hole in the floorboard,

"Owa......!

Easily through the wooden door, it blurs the top of Edvin's head.

(Oh, jeopardize...)

I was letting him know that the scorching smell of my hair drifting away for a beat was an extremely paper-heavy avoidance.

(Noh, lang...... heh, how's it going, fuck the ride......!

Peek inside through the gap of the door while pressing your back against the wall perfectly.

Outside the living room window, Monotra is messing with a handshot she could carry on her right hand side.

…… Oh, I knew it...)

I don't think so. Monotra has turned her gaze and weapon spearhead indoors again.

(Sounds...!

Edvin can pull his face in a hurry.

And there was just a trace of it right in front of me.

Bullet thrust through the door and blushed Edvin's head. It seemed to be eating into the hallway wall on the extension line, with small, round holes pocketed in the white wallpaper.

(Become, I see, I see...)

You don't necessarily need a flashy divine chant, Oracle, or sharp arrows to kill people. Such a small bullet, enough is enough. If you hit it in the head, it's one shot.

(Sure, it's a hell of a lot...... a lot)

Breathe in louder.

"………………………"

Edvin, bracketed in his belly, began his action with a big deep breath.