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

The snow that slipped off the circular roof rapidly crashed into the ground after a few seconds.

The sound and shock were more than I expected, and it sounded slightly at the foot of Bergrette and the protector standing in a far away position.

"I don't think it's as snowy as ever. If it hits your head like that, you'll definitely die... falling into a rock..."

"That's right...."

The two of them stared at the round roof of the Palace of Ice Glow "The Paradise Shell On", but the soldiers standing at the entrance to the building seemed indifferent to the sight. For them, it's just a routine occasion they don't even have to be aware of. Previously on Hefner, it was said that there was such a flashy sound this year because of the low snow.

--the day after the evening of the incident between Sabel and Edwin.

The two of Izumo and Bergrette had come to the Palace of Ice Glory "Palace Shell On" to quickly meet the priest of Omzolf.

Of course, the purpose was to ask about the circumstances leading up to yesterday's transfer decision and to apologize for declining the invitation.

"When is it really okay...?

Of course, the defense is concerned about the Orchester raid.

The only two people who came here were Iwasawa and Bergrette, and the clinic only had sleeping Sabel and Edwin and Julie who accompanied them. This is how I broke up with you.

"It's okay."

It is Bergrette that speaks for itself. However,

"You're not sure, are you?

"Yeah."

The knight nods brightly.

"But... if I were an enemy... if I were an Orchester, I wouldn't raid now."

There is no difficulty knowing exactly what the enemy's intentions and objectives are. We can only predict.

According to current information, Bergrette knew there was no enemy raid.

Last night, I heard the reason for the conjecture at the clinic, and I was satisfied with Yufu and Julie. But still, anxiety is endless.

As a personal escort, if an assassin attacked him, he would just beat him up. Even if Meltina is against her, she won't come back.

The problem is with the immobile Sabels.

(If Belle is right...)

There are no raids. For a while now.

At least that's what the wise Knight Girl thinks. I don't have confirmation, but I have something close to certainty.

Scared of enemies who might show up at any moment, it would be an option for all of us to stand together and protect each other.

But if that's what they were after. You might miss something important while you're being stalled.

Whether to strike out or enter the defense. You have to choose one anyway.

(Orchester... give it back 10,000 times)

And the Guardians didn't come to the outside world to shrink.

"I can't help but say that. Ugh, let's go."

"Yeah."

With an unbeatable ambition and enthusiasm against the cold, the guardian wandered through the palace gates with Bergrette.

The location is a large conference room.

"Thank you both for your hard work."

Holy Virgin Omzolf, the head of Badalnois, welcomed the gods with the same polite waist. It is Bergrette who responds in an unbeatable manner.

"Absolutely not, Omzolf. Today, I came to apologize for the rudeness of" Sakutsu ". I'm truly sorry that you asked me to transfer you, but you left us all alone."

The interaction between the two magnificent beauties seems to be a glimpse into the social circle of the elegant aristocracy, which makes them feel out of place as street guardians.

"Don't worry about that. More than that..."

The greetings were filled with such grace, and Omzolf's voice sharpened.

"― ― Do you two understand your current position?

An unprecedented, punctuated and intense tone of the Virgin. Soon after answering, she herself continued her words.

"Bergrette would have noticed. You are being targeted by Orchester. It's not when you're concerned about me or something. No, of course I'm glad you came to say hello...."

That's a little strong, but it looks like you're mistaken for us.

"Even if you two get injured, is that the condition so bad that the transfer is not allowed? I don't think it's a good idea to break up here."

"Thank you for your concern. But after all, we were summoned by Mr Omzolf. I'm not just scared, I'm not locked up. First, we need to report it as soon as possible."

"... you're a tough stepsister."

The Virgin smiled as if she were rooted in the unshakeable Bergrette.

"By the way, Omzolf, I have one question for you."

Quickly, Bergrette cut to the chase.

"It's about the transfer… How did Omzolf learn about Sabel and Edwin's serious injuries?

"? Why did you... do that?

"No, it was a quick response, even though I declined. If anyone had informed Omzolf, I would definitely like to thank him...."

Girl knights interweave faint lies and advance the story against the "Virgin of Truth", which is not false.

In this case, "thank you" may be "thank you", but Yufu added with his heart.

"I see, was that the situation? It was a soldier named Gortel Hadbar who gave me a report about yesterday's incident. He is mainly in charge of guarding the Imperial Capital and Eubasullah, and was the first to arrive yesterday after receiving a report from the museum."

"Goltel Hadbar..."

Bergrette's murmur engraved in her heart.

(Now you know my name.....)

Stream protection also realizes the acquisition of reliable information.

We still don't know if this man attacked Sabel or Edwin directly. Considering that the two are at approximately the same time in a remote location..., there is at least one more executor.

"If you're going to see Goltel, why don't I give him a tip?

"Ah, no. I can't let Mr Omzolf do that. We'll think about thanking him and more....."

"Really...."

"By the way, Mr Omzolf. I'll change the story... but what about the damage to the museum...?

I was also worried about the plain. Bergrette asks.

"Yes... the exhibition room No. 1 in the west wing has been completely destroyed, but according to the person who responded at the scene, it was lucky that it was damaged on that scale. Debris removal continues today."

I heard that the purple flame that wrapped the corner of the museum could not be easily extinguished by water or ice, and it was quite difficult to put out the fire.

"It must be because of Sabel's flame properties..."

As Julie told me yesterday, Sabel's purple flames have unusual abilities such as "Burning Everything" and "Perfect Control." Bergrette was stunned, although the meaning was unclear. It must be an unusual force.

…………

"... Mr. Bergrette?

Ohmzolf's caring voice called out to the silent knight.

"... no"

Speaking of which, Bergrette only said so to disappear.

…… Belko?)

It's about her. It may be heartbreaking that this would not have happened if they had not been invited to the museum.

The guardian opened his mouth in order to set out the rescue ship.

"Tsuka Omzolf worships the priest. The museum was damaged yesterday... and now we can use our soldiers to chase down the Orchesters..."

Like Gamiha, who met in the city of Eubasullah the other day, soldiers tended to take Orchester lightly. It was also vague to recognize that there was such an organization, and that Lenore belonged there.

But there can be no reason why the guardians of the law should remain silent beyond the clear damage caused to their museums in the case of Sabel.

I'm sorry.

"... that's about it... it's a little difficult."

Omzolf's response was not positive.

"Nobody's seen the attackers at the moment, and their traits are unknown.... There was little information to chase, and the museum was wrapped in Sabel's flames... Well, it's hard to say... some people think he has a cause or a fault, and the soldiers are slow."

"Nah...."

It was an unexpectedly verbal defense, but I will mention the other matter there.

"Well, what about Edwin? The ground is broken, and there's a lot going on."

"There are signs of a struggle in your neighborhood's private homes. The windows were broken and small holes were punctured in the walls and pillars. There were axes, partitions, firewood and other strange little metal shards in the garden...."

"? Strange metal shards, huh?

"Yes... oh, that's right. Just this morning, when I got the report, I kept it."

Omzolf said with a soft face, scouring through the sack of his priest's clothes.

"This way."

Opening the wrapping paper on the desk, Izushi and Bergrette breathed simultaneously. It was about three centimeters long and golden.

"Isn't this a casing...?!

"How did you do that?

Omzolf followed the stunned murmur of protection.

"No doubt... The guy who did Edwin... used his handshot...!

Now my spine is stiff.

Edwin was confronting a man with a "pistol." A life could be a miracle...

And the problem is with that person.

It is also possible that the pussy got a handshot from somewhere, as if the drifter had dealt with it in the city of Jack Roat at the end of last year.

But as it stands... considering that Sabel would have been attacked by the Orchester, who was the one with the weapon of the organization?

"Now you're clear. First of all, there's no doubt that the guy who shot Edwin is an Orchester... so we can really investigate him now!?

"No, it's hard. Lugo"

Instead, the knight's denial is plugged in.

Why, Belle?

"Does Omzolf know about handshots?

"Hands, shots? Like I've ever heard of it, like I don't."

"It's a weapon handled by Orchester....."

"I'm sorry, I didn't study weapon types...."

Belgrette continued on her way to the Goddess of Immortality, looking at the maiden with her head tilted with regret.

"This' yakko 'has been submitted to Omzolf as an' item of unknown identity '. In other words, Badalnois doesn't recognize handshots as well as raindeers and referees. If so, it is difficult to explain the danger and connect it to the investigation."

"No, I mean, finally, a pistol? I bet you're right...!

But I'm sure Bergrette is right. Raindeers and referees are beginning to recognize the dangers of actual handshot crime. But if you look at it from someone you don't know anything about, you won't understand the threat as well.

Shifu once saw such reactions.

What is it? What kind of toy is that?!

Like the residents who were there last year at the corner of Jack Roat.

And then...

Um, Leo. I've told you so many times... That handshot is a dangerous weapon. This time it happened to come off, but if I run into it again... "

I know. It's okay. "

Do you really know...

Like Leo, a brave young man who threw himself into an enemy with a handshot.

…………

It would be possible to ask Omzolf here to "investigate because it is a dangerous weapon." But it's another story whether or not the soldiers who gave the order take it seriously. Because if they don't know the handshot, they don't even see it.

The Virgin, the leader of Badalnois, lowered her head in an unfortunate manner.

"For one thing, it's because of my lack of power. If I had the decisive power to lead them all....."

It's hard to complain when you're so depressed. Rather, if a person in the position of King of another country shows up in "I was bad", I can't really say anything.

Kings are absolute. There is no such thing as a person's head hanging over another person, or a person who is far from here.

After a long life in other worlds, the common sense of these Grim Clouse-styles came to me.

That's why,

"... ohmzolf-sama"

Immediately afterwards, the words of the knight of a girl who was supposed to be the inhabitant of this different world, Bergrette,

"Thank you for your disrespect."

Too much...

"I... am stepping inside the Royal Palace of Badalnois with someone who is connected to the Orchester."

It was flying.

'Common sense', too.

There are people in your country, in your castle, connected to criminals.

Perhaps the king will catch him on the spot, such as the spare who makes such remarks.

But Bergrette shouted without fear.

――――

Omzolf, the leader of Badarnois, opened his eyes with his face white.

Of course.

It's not strange.

There is nothing strange about this gentle Virgin here trying to be violent, to call the soldiers, and to detain the goblins. That was the line.

However,

"... that's Bergrette... did you still get there..."

Fu, from the loose expression of Omzolf's mouth, such words were dropping.

"... last night, I also thought of it. There must be some reason why you refused the transfer. If so, how about..."

Bergrette was told only to nod small and cocky. I just knew it.

(... what...)

As a street guard, I managed to avoid falling on a high suspension bridge.

But Bergrette knew. Omzolf would have figured out why they refused the transfer. Both of them said, "If it was this guy, it would have been this far." It was an exchange based on those assumptions.

"... I apologize for my extremely rude remarks. But as it stands, that makes sense."

To Bergrette, so profoundly lowered her head, the Virgin returns a humiliating and kind smile to her title.

"No, I was rather heartbroken when you said it clearly. Anyway, it's hard for me to say...."

That would be the case. Even if you feel it slightly, you can still cut it out of yourself. There may be traitors in your country - someone you know may be your enemy, etc.

Depending on the monarch, it is not strange to pretend to look at it.

"Mr. Bergrette. Let me ask you something frankly... do you have eyes on him?

The seriousness of the Virgin's face. At the heart of the question,

"... no. That's the end of it."

The girl knight's voice that answered seemed to be soaked with remorse.

"... is that so?"

Omzolf also replied quietly. Did you feel relieved not to mention the name of someone you know, or were you disappointed that the identity of the traitor could not be grasped? A pale expression that can take both of them.

A moment of awkward silence envelops the field.

He must have tried to change the air.

"... by the way, Lugo. The story will change."

The boy realizes that his beautiful blue and silver eyes are staring at him.

"What happened to your nose?

"Ah, this is...."

Needless to say, it is the remnant of Mertina's bent nose. It has almost recovered thanks to rapid treatment, but the pain has not yet subsided, so I still applied Cotton Sauce "Gauze".

Lightly describing the situation around it,

"! Did you run into Meltina!?

Omzolf floats his hips in the middle of the day, making him look more surprised than ever.

(Oh, I see.)

It's only natural to think about it. I was surprised to encounter her on the run. Moreover, the reason I was there was to participate in the "Palezza" ceremony. I don't think it's a human being who is being chased by the name of a country.

These stories didn't even go to Migastine last night. It was impossible for the Virgin who had just been heard here to be stunned.

The Omzolf who heard about it turned into an idea face.

"She... went to the sacred ceremony" Palezza "... I see... that Anthropologist was attacked by someone and interrupted the ceremony... did she do it?"

"What kind of person is this... Anthropologist? Why would Mr. Mertina interfere with the ceremony?

The expression of Omzolf, questioned by Bergrette, clouds slightly.

"... Anthropologist is the priest who was in charge of this sacred ceremony" Palezza "held on 5th Street. He was once close to the former king. Mertina hates the King and his associates so badly."

Yesterday's words of "Penta" come back to life in the brain of the Guardian.

But it's no good. No, no, no. I can't forgive you. I didn't know Anthropology was in charge. It's a blasphemy against Curienne. Which side are you lowering to celebrate? I couldn't bear it, so I shot him. "

If you think of it as a white "penta", the ancestors and their surroundings became the culprits who drove young selves to the battlefield. It is also a cause of Badalnois decline. If one of these people was in charge of a sacred ritual, I wonder if it would make me want to shoot...

"So, how is Anthropologist doing...?

Aumzolf answers Bergrette's thoughtful questions without a clear expression.

"I'm fine. There was no risk to my life. She herself testified that she did not understand what happened. During the ceremony... I suddenly felt a stomach pain and fell asleep."

She was taken to the infirmary and examined and found out that part of her flank was red and swollen. It seems that it has finally been speculated that someone attacked it.

(Well, I guess you don't look like a normal person first, that shooting....)

I was only convinced of the confrontation.

"... and yet... how does Mertina get to the imperial capital...?

With a faint wrinkle on her beautiful face, the Virgin moans bitterly.

"When I met you, I was disguised... somehow dressed differently than yesterday. In fact, I didn't know it was Mertina right away... and so was Lenore, but I might not normally notice if I could change my clothes or my hair."

Ohmzolf shook his head against the words of the godfather.

"That might be the case in a normal city. But now we're on strict alert. Snow also restricts access to the streets, with soldiers checking the entrances and exits of each city. It shouldn't be possible to hack into it...."

She seemed to think even deeper about her own zero-sum words.

"... she's still in the Imperial City...? Or have you already escaped? In the first place, how did you get in...?

So Omzolf scratched his hair somewhat violently, and the gods were a little surprised.

"... excuse me.... I've already shown you what a shame it is..."

The smile to mend is weak.

"... for a long time... yes. She keeps swinging... one or two of them over me all the time. I'm just following that back."

"... who is she...?"

The Virgin smiled with a pale expression at Bergrette's suspicious question.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's about Mertina."

"Mr Omzolf has been with Mr Mertina for a long time....?

"Yes, because she is also an important figure for the Church of Cuarene God. I used to live together in a dorm room when I was a student."

I can tell by the nostalgic expression. I wonder if those days were fun.

"With all that strength and background, I'm not as proud as I am... on the contrary, there's always something a little childish about it.... she had everything I didn't have. The strength, inclusiveness, metrics, insight, beauty of the chanter" Mage ".... My only victory over her was her grades. It doesn't help in real life. I've always envied her. But..."

Put your hands on your chest with a heartfelt smile.

"I didn't think you were jealous. I just admired it. I was proud. She told me she was my best friend on parity, but I always chased her back... Fufu, I'm still" chasing "as a leader in a country."

With a powerless confession, a sigh is exhaled from the Virgin's poor lips.

Then I realized that Izushi was very good.

"What? The priest of Omzolf... can't you communicate with a friend of Meltina's?

The King of one kingdom and the "Penta" on the run are actually best friends. And in this world, there is a convenient ability to become a communication technique.

"Fufu. Yeah, of course I tried. This is over a hundred degrees."

"Ah, I knew it... hmm?... Baidu?

They said it was a salad with a smile, so I suddenly missed hearing it, and I hurriedly picked up the part.

"Since Mertina's disappearance, we've been flying communication technology for over a hundred degrees. But he never responded. Fufu." I'll help you whenever you're in trouble. "On the contrary, it bothers me. As usual, I'll burn my hands with my stepmother.... fufufu, fufufu"

The smile of the Virgin, who was supposed to be beautiful, felt something black and horrible.

"..., ~ ~"

Witnessing something you shouldn't have seen, it was a street protection that made you feel like stepping on a mine. Did you notice the look on the boy's face? She returned to her clear smile.

"Anyway, She is often 'disconnecting' communications… if she is far away in the first place, it will not be delivered by my skill.... but this is the situation. Even if you were in the vicinity, you wouldn't be able to respond to communications... Snow Swallow" Snowshoe Wallow "is what I used to say...."

Hmm, the Virgin sighs a lot.

"... Omzolf, aren't you tired?

Put a pause in Bergrette's reluctant words.

"... yes. I'm tired."

"The Virgin of Truth" said so without hiding it.

"It's a pile of things to do... but none of them is easy. Every day since I became king, I've been biting my own power shortage."

Eyes like staring at something far away.

"... I hear that King Ardia of Raindeer receives tremendous support from the people. I'm sure he's a good example..."

In front of Omzolf's face, which was about to disappear, Yufu spoke before thinking.

No, that's not true.

Huh?

Huh?

The gaze and words of the two beautiful women were directed at the guerrilla boy in perfect sync.

"He's quite appropriate, and he's just telling the truth, and it's like a sample of a rusty old man's temple. Even if you're wrong, it doesn't feel like a King's Book of Things. But for some reason, I'm sure there's someone like that who's pulling everybody around a lot. I want to do this! No, this is how it works! So follow me! It's like, in a word, it's a mess."

"Lugo!"

Well, it would have been rude without thinking about it. The more the castle's hardcore hear in Raindeer, the more bloody it will be. I'm still a serious girl knight who's getting embarrassed.

"But you don't think Belle's gonna suck either, do you?

"......, uh, oh, I don't think so!"

"Well, that's what Belle thinks, too. King Ardia."

When she shook Bergrette, who hung her eyebrows, towards Omzolf, the Virgin, who had been poking for some time, broke her face.

"... is that so? Fufu... you're so strong."

Somewhere, it seems to have been saved. He smiled as if something had blown out.