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

When I was a kid, I used to kill bugs and play with them if I had time.

I enjoyed it in the beginning, but I get tired of it if I repeat it too.

Gradually, they began to seek stronger stimuli. From a small opponent, to a big opponent. From irresistible opponents to those who try to fight. Bugs to small animals, eventually to large animals.

It didn't take that long before the subject eventually reached the human weak.

(whispering... snail snails, so let it go)

Looking at the private house in front of him, Monotra was reminiscent of a distant old time.

When I was getting tired of killing bugs like butterflies and locusts, the snail was the next target.

If you feel dangerous, close the cage in the shell you carried. It's impeccable to crush every shell of it. How to drag it out and hurt it exactly. I became obsessed with the trial and error.

Monotra was now overlapping this situation with such a sight of the time.

(Snails "Snails"...... so I'll quit)

Maggie, a weak chanter, pulled into a shell called the Folk House.

Forcefully, it's the ultimate in the wild that knocks you down with force. Exhaust the target from the outside precisely, who would be shrinking into fear.

This is not a fight. It's the same execution as it was back then.

I wanted to relax and enjoy the execution, like I did as a boy, but I can't spend much time on it.

We're keeping Mutty waiting. Yeah, a situation waiting to be picked up by the organization.

(I want it to be over in about five minutes and I'll stop.)

Set a time limit in yourself as you walk around the house.

(~ ~ Hey, it's cold and it's easy)

The immediate backs of the houses are cliffside, with no shelter, or freezing northerly winds blowing relentlessly. Is it correct to describe your face as cold rather than cold?

(Exactly, because you can't walk around the city wearing a set of Septius. I can't believe this is happening.)

It is Septius, including even the helmet, which would otherwise be called Helm, but it just becomes noticeable when he walks around the city fully armed.

(Well, it's 'simple' for that...)

What Monotra is currently wearing was a simple uniform called Septius Leahild.

Finished to the extreme, it assumes to be worn under plain clothes, and there is no hangar for arms like the initial type. Therefore, weapons need to be prepared separately, and defense capabilities and performance are inferior if compared to the latest models.

Simple until full. Substitutes that emphasize versatility over ability.

But it's made in Orchester.

For inferior points in combat capability, this Septius Leahild had special features built in.

First, the temperature regulation function.

To dimension the heat and cold, you can comfortably walk outside even in this Badalnoise environment. Exactly. Rounded faces and ears are going to freeze with gin, but you won't have a choice there.

And most notably, a heat source sensing mechanism called a sensor was installed.

(Because it's useless to do small work)

It is activated by pressing the button on the collar, thereby detecting the general position of a human being in a radius of thirty miles. It is also possible to narrow it down to any subject. When approached, the buffer around the neck was a mechanism for fine vibration.

(Sounds like he was trying to scratch the back of me using this mixed streets... but I can see it in circles)

In an attempt to get around to ambush him, all positions are cleared. And now, reactions continue to be detected from inside the house. The blurb and the interior around the neck continue to tremble. I can tell for sure that I'm in here.

(Assuming you can steal my eyes and get out of the house, I'll find out soon enough)

If the reaction moves away from the building, I immediately notice. As soon as we find him, we're done shooting handshots in.

Most importantly, the opponent is the chanter Mage. There are means to fight back over there as well. Especially the technique of being suddenly slapped in the stomach - the technique of being thrown into the snowballs in distortion and being bounced off the right arm. That's all I need to know. If you take it to your head, you could die.

(So Yasu... that's his trump card. It's obvious you can't do it in a row, so make it easy)

Only that move should be vigilant. I don't have a problem with that if I don't eat it in my head either.

Monotra thinks there is no tension if they don't resist the most.

(Hey ~? Exactly, you seem pretty alert and I'll stop...)

The reaction keeps coming out of the indoors. One by one, you peek indoors through the window, but you don't see the other. They moved it out of the window to an invisible position to avoid being shot like an earlier living room.

(k, a, hahahaha. You look like that, you don't have the guts to do it)

As for the monotra, which I was wondering if they would shoot at each other a little more, it was slightly clapping.

(I'll do that, won't I? Probably the chanter, Maggie. It's because I have an advantage... I can shoot someone because my safety is guaranteed)

Monotra is not the chanter Magee.

Born without being given the power of soul and heart, Prarna, so to speak, the Unheld.

It was half my life crawling at the bottom. Looked down upon and abused by those full of skill in the arts.

The fact that he was born into a poor house, that he did not benefit from his appearance, applauded his condition.

As a child, Monotra was bullied like every day. The opponents are the same children, but they were lifted with the eggs of the chanter Magee, etc. I am no match for strength or position.

One day, he was made to hit his technique with play, and he suffered a huge injury to his face. I managed to take my life away from the border for days.

But I guess it was a bad hit. With his cheekbones, nose, lips, and eyes distorted, he stopped returning.

Monotra, who even was scorned as ugly, was the object of more disgust and ridicule.

The perpetrator was the son of an aristocrat - it was also a family member of the court chanter (Mage), so he didn't even get a great deal of blame.

It's the regulator of the world.

(Weak guys just get crushed... strong guys are allowed to do whatever they do)

The strong ravage the weak. I just followed that order myself.

(And since that day... me)

That's a turning point in my life.

(I'll do it... to "The Strong One")

Repeat rubbing steals, sometimes killing beggars weaker than yourself to take away the end money, clearing your daily depression.

That way we rolled all over the place, and one day we were somehow connected to each other.

"Things like Monotra. Let's go with me. Your thirst will surely help shape the future - '

Meet current Assistant General Commander Orchester, Debias Loud Morganti, changed the world of the man who was lying in the sweep.

After the excessive bending, I began to deal with it.

Super tech products that go all the way, like Septius and Handshots.

And now, he has become a fearlessly inadequate opponent such as the concurrent chanter Mage.

That's how I became a "mighty man" and realized it.

The chancer Magee had his previous self in his footsteps because he didn't have to be afraid to fight back. Someone I can win for sure - someone I'm not in danger of, so I could do whatever I wanted.

Monotra, who has often stood up to direct vandalism since Orchester's accession, but all the hostile chanteers Maggie are the same. If you don't win, you will understand. No, you will escape unnecessarily without shame or hearsay. Ask forgiveness.

(I... endured it. Ooh!)

No place to escape, no art to fight. Even though they made my face this way, I said I even put up with it.

(Light ass...... you can't run away - you gutless bastards oh ~)

I killed him.

Killed countless magicians, Maggie.

- And there's one more today.

What an evil style kid. Execute with this hand the true weak, who will only be wretched against the inferior.

(hide so miserably... so spared your life ~? Let's show you how brazen you are, brazen you are ~ ~)

I looked around the inside through the window on the ground floor part, but there's no sign of the other guy.

(There's no need to be scared ~. You and... everyone and all... will end up in the same place. under her......)

Sensor reactions keep coming out of the house. It is not such that a fine position can be identified. Due to the intensity of the vibration, it is only for the wearer to judge.

(Upstairs...? No, it's not likely... but it's not likely.)

There's no escape route back up there. You won't be able to get out the window either, but the snow pile in the garden is almost thinner than I thought you'd gathered by the balcony and slightly higher to jump.

The deserted estate is quiet in the middle of the night, and the noise is inevitable if you are rattling to get down.

There's nothing more to it than to sneak out of the windows at the doorstep on the first floor.

Even if the will to fight wasn't frustrated yet.

(... pushing too much is also counterproductive... I just want to clean it up and it's easy, even if it's a long wait position... should I pull it off here?)

Monotra dropped slightly away from the wall to the point where the panorama of the building fit into view.

There's no such thing as a strange philosophy, a two-story house.

Nevertheless, it is so splendid that it is not comparable to the splendid house where Monotra was born and raised. Living in the heart of the castle is quite wealthy.

(Such a splendid house is now the shell of the snail… and hence the graveyard)

Keep your distance from the house and walk around the outer circumference on the big streets.

From the backyard facing the cliff, he looked at the streets far below.

Exotic scenery covered in white snow. The sky is always cloudy, and the wind is cold as it cuts itself. Tough climate with snow covering half of the year. If it's a temporary stay, I'm still sorry to stay permanently.

(Damn... I did it with a troublesome job)

A small country in the North that has been hit by many disasters and has been exhausted. The great task entrusted to me in such a remote area is finally about to be completed.

(It took a while, but now -)

The vibration transmitted to the buffer of the neck changed slightly irregularly. It's a sign that the prey showed movement.

(Hooray, I got a hang of it)

Monotra laughed damned.

If you can't push it, I'll pull it off.

The house was stretched with the spearhead of the handshot, and it became difficult to move.

Then I dare show a gap from myself.

Makes you think you're away from home, distracted and alarmed. The thought that that should show some movement, the funnier, the better, the better.

- And there are two possible actions of the other person.

Escape from the front door to this gap? Or do we shoot the technique through the window and turn to counterattack?

(Come on, which way do you want to quit?)

If it's the latter, you should be credited with the guts you looked up to even though you made a stupid choice -

……

And Monotra, who shook the house with her finger on the trigger of the handshot so that she could shoot at any time, frowned surprised.

(... odd, so don't do it)

I didn't see anyone. Still, however, the signal continues to be detected from within the building.

There is no sign of escape. Or so the assault technique doesn't fly.

There's no confirmation, but the sensor's reaction is causing some movement in the house.

(Don't be afraid to go outside?... no...)

No alarm, no matter how elephant they are.

In the back society, he dies from the chronic. In this regard, Monotra with a dark past was more cautious than anyone else.

(... he says, 'I know'...)

In the confrontation so far, Monotra had some certainty.

(There's something I can do to make it easier.)

He calmly concluded so, narrowing his left and right asymmetrically distorted eyes.

(Well... we're ready...)

I used my head rarely.

And unprecedented.

Hiding behind the back door on the ground floor, that door, Edvin was praising himself.

The idea was brilliant. After searching this house, I found what I thought I would do. I can't help but praise myself that it's a stupid stigma return.

(Later...)

I do admire it. But at the same time, trembling tensions crawl up my body.

All you have to do is bump it.

……

Slightly open the door and peek outside through the gap.

Is it about fifteen miles from where Edvin is at a straight distance?

Monotra figure nestled in a white-dyed backyard, hanging out.

(Bastard, what are you going to...?

Why are you standing away from home and deliberately in a promising place?

(Did you think I'd get away with this? Or... attack me, huh?

Either way, it's totally licked.

As a matter of fact, the difference in power between him and me is obvious. but

(... you think I 'know nothing'? Nasbi bastard...... 'I know' hey, I am)

Edvin, by chance, possesses certain knowledge that can shape this battlefield. Exactly. Monotra shouldn't have noticed.

(Sa... Let's get started...!

Inhaling to inspire himself, Edvin Gaul struck out into battle.