The third day of the New Year's festival with a number of disturbances and not letting you feel it.
Some noble children were drawn to Wang Guizhou or moved to their own lair so as to escape from the absurd cheer.
"Welcome"
Sleek and tall, greeted by a master with a soft face, Eleonora raised one hand.
"Did you get a seat?
"Yeah, sure."
Eleonora, daughter of the prestigious Blankenheim family of the Bartoloan nobility and near the princess Dorothea, nodded satisfactorily at the unplugged progression in all things, leading the girls following to their seats themselves.
"Wow. Nice vibe."
"Right. Beautifully reconciled."
Camilla in fur hat instead of her usual triangular hat and velvet with a man like coat neatly on.
They leave their cold clothes with their masters and lower their hips in antique chairs, following the Dorothea who took their seats first.
"It's like an Easwind-style, and you can feel the Bartolore design by the way"
"Do you understand! Yeah, it is. The master is from Bartoloa, please make a delicious Bartoloa confection."
"Ba, is that a Bartoloa treat? I, Zach Torte, have no eyes..."
Coffee (Noisette), secluded in an intermediate-district residential neighborhood, is run by Vitamail Walnut, a Bartoloan.
Vitamail's arms, who worked at the confectionery shop in the ancient capital Selwers, were certain, and Eleonora and Dorothea, who found out about it, went through the store as a secret hideout.
"I'm sure it was a store to keep. Thank you for inviting us to such a place."
"Oh, thank you"
"Don't worry about it."
In a coffee shop that's never big. At a distance that would rub their foreheads together if they tried to be aristocrats, the four settled down for a moment and then took their respective menus.
"Oh. I have a balm couch. You're stuck, shopkeeper."
"I'm afraid so."
"Mm-hmm? Excuse me, but what is Balmkuchen?
"It is a baked sweet, also known in our country as the king of sweets. Due to the fact that several layers of overlapping fabric can also be seen on the annual wheel of a tree, it was named a wooden treat (balm couch)"
"Well, that's interesting. I'll ask for it."
Due to the difficulty and complexity of its making, Velvet and Camilla sparkled their eyes with interest in the less recognized cake in Easwind.
Dorothea and Eleonora also asked for Balmkuchen out of nostalgia, and in the end, the four of them were to order the same thing.
"I'm sure you'll be surprised when you see it. I wonder how they make it."
"I'm looking forward to it."
"Only skilled craftsmen can make it because of its peculiarity, and it was once offered royally as an outdoor item."
"Ho."
Eleonora was younger than the other three, but she was uplifting the scene with a good sense of personhood to entertain both her inner Camilla and her robust vell bed equally.
It is usual for Dorothea to be silent. I was totally used to her inorganic look and now, and I kept talking about all four of them not paying particular attention and not taking it away.
"Thank you for waiting"
"Wow...!
"Oh, this is it."
Whether it was the master's service or the balmkuchen placed in the center of the table was in plain form.
Baked confectionery, which sits more and more on a plate as if it were a round-cut, was certainly made of layers of dough overlapping, something that looked different from any other cake.
"I'm going to cut it off now."
The cake, cut into eight-equivalent pieces, looks light and is stuffed with shivers and fabric.
What the hell was it made of? Even the velvet, which I'm not very good at sweets, was nailed to a cake that attracted my heart even though no.
"Well, take your time"
On top of the removal dish is a cut balm couch and a berry sauce and raw cream.
The ladies stretch their forks out to each one as they flaunt their faces in cakes that have been pampered and glamorized by their accompaniments.
"Nh...!"
Holding down his mouth and leaking his exclamation was Camilla, known for her young face and personality.
Camilla, who sparkled her eyes like a toddler and swallowed the cake in her mouth, now cheeked Balmkuchen with plenty of tease in the sauce and raw cream.
"I see, this is excellent"
Home-country baked sweets that also roar spicy bell beds.
Seeing the delightful faces of the girls, Eleonora was as proud of her breasts as she was of me.
But Dorothea, sitting next to her, with a face that won't float anything with her mouth full of delicious cake......
"What's wrong, princess?
"No, it's nothing. It's just... François. Yes, I just wish Mr. François could have come too"
"That's right."
Camilla hammers as she rounds her cheeks like a squirrel.
This is how the Dorotheas come to the coffee shop, but being the daughter of one of Eastwind's greatest aristocrats is not something that can take up a lot of time.
Especially during the New Year's festival, it was a pull with a meal or a parade, and the beautiful, gorgeous François was a highlight everywhere he went.
"I have no choice. Master François is a core figure in this operation (...). Just like Dorothea."
"Right. You'd better sprinkle it."
"Princess......"
In Velvet's words, they all looked often strange.
This operation. Yes, this is what they're doing here, too, was part of an operation.
A mysterious life-form that makes the city noisy. In order to capture it, target persons will be placed everywhere in Gran Feria.
The enemy's aim was the royal family, or the descendants of another leading nobleman - the bold and invincible plan that fed even the royal family of Bartoloa was something that the prestige of Easwind had.
"We have not yet captured our fate, but fortunately we have succeeded in blurring out another force. In the wake of the New Year's Eve festival, there have been reports of successive arrests by this operation."
"Yes..."
To the encouragement of the bell bed too, Dorothea stares out the window with a face that does not float.
In the shadow of the street, below the mightiest knight Kaufman, the famous knights refrain, but her anxiety still does not clear?
Camilla, concerned, enlivened Dorothea by giving the name of a certain person.
"It's okay, Master Dorothea. There are black knights in this intermediate district. I'm sure Dorothea will help."
"... Huh! Oh, yeah."
That Dorothea was helped by the Black Knight.
That Dorothea is obsessed with the Black Knight because of it.
Dorothea dyed her cheeks, as is well known, but was disguised as calm not to be distracted by it.
The girls were staring at the situation.
A trap strewn all over the Granferia.
to a massive capture operation feeding on the royal nobility - but fate didn't even react.
"I thought... I didn't know you were surviving."
"Ooh......"
"I can even feel one scale of intelligence. Don't keep growing."
"Oooo......!
Quality flesh felt from all over the earth.
While I feel the bait that irritates my instincts undeniably - that was, not the other way around.
"It was an obvious failure that created you. I should have evaporated it to the last drop then."
"... ohh"
An old man like a immortal to live in the East.
The figure with the wings and tails of the dragon was confronted by a alien monster in a sewer dominated by darkness.
"Come on, if you have self, it's because of the notion! If you have instincts, face it!
The exhalation of the old dragon turns into flames.
The darkness of the sewer is torn apart.
"Burn it down! Return to the circle without fighting!!
The Great Fire flame released with the anger instantly turns the sewage into gas and even it goes straight through the swallowing sewer.
The gel-shaped monster is not even allowed to escape and disappears into the scorching heat -.
All that remained was a red-hot, demon-guided brick horizontal hole and an old dragon spitting out smoke.
"Forgive me..."
Though a mistake, he cut off the life he had created, and the old dragon put his hands together for the slightest guilt.
I can hear the twitching and brick tingling...
- and.
"Huh!?
The old dragon's cheek rips wide open to a sharp blow that rips through the space.
Delayed, blood runs out of the wound. I still can't feel the pain.
"You... Huh!?
The twitching yellow mucus was staining out of the slightest gap in the demon-guided brick at the tip of the old dragon's glimpse.
The mucus, which grows slightly larger, returns to the body when the tentacles that had been stretched are also applied.
At the same time, the blood of the old dragon, which was attached to the tentacles, is taken into the body -.
"...... oooooooooooo!!
"Ugh!?
Moment after moment, the light lit up the sewer.
The dazzling light illuminated the bottom of the earth with gold, and the overflowing light created several columns of light in the city.
Warm - but in the golden light at the bottom, the old dragon foamed his skin and crossed his arms.
"Ku......!?
I was on guard. The attack is not coming.
I can't feel any fierce signs of it coming at me.
Instead it was the tranquility that struck the water and the calm air everywhere -.
"Become, are you?!?
Eventually, when the light subsided, the old dragon opened his eyes to surprise.
"... ugh."
Where the mucus was. It was the golden man who stood where the terrible demon was.
Transparent body like made of fruit juice of wisdom fruit. Complete flesh like Romario sculpture.
There was no hair on his head, but a slime with a finished body like a hero stood in front of the old dragon.
'I'm in a clear mood... as if I were reborn...'
"Understand the humanities...!
The monster, staring at his own hand, blurring and whining about something, now turned his eyes to the old dragon as if he had noticed.
'Oh, you are... another Creator. Pleasure. I'm going to be able to fulfill my mission.'
"Mission? Mission...!?
'Yeah, it's a mission. I'm a potion. Completed potion. I was born to heal and invigorate people'
"Even so, you are dangerous! You can't unleash demons into the wild!
"Demons......? Me? '
"What is it but a demon!
To Old Dragon's inquiry, it made a decent face.
It was as if they had asked me the obvious - I didn't even think about it, I showed signs.
That was the other way around, and Old Dragon tried to wipe it out immediately...
'No. I'm a potion. A potion bearing the name of an apple, where honorable wishes and prayers have arisen. Miracle Apple Potion... A P'
"What's A P!
A P jumped into the mouth of the old dragon so as to seal the heat that was about to be released again.
"Whoa!?
And I left a part of my body and headed to the ground without turning around.
'I must fulfill my mission... to clear the dark clouds that this city takes'
A P, which can also be described as a man-made slime, puts his hand on the ladder and goes up the hole.
Up, up. To fulfill my mission. To make up the meaning of birth.
"Whoa!! I can't do it! This flavor is useless!!
In the dark underground darkness, only one old dragon was left with his white eyes peeled and freaked out.
Eventually the night of the third day of the New Year's Festival gets even worse.
The fireworks of the celebration were over, and still to the excitement of not stopping, people shouted over and over for the arrival of the New Year into the sky.
Everywhere is a festival. A big cheer as if you flipped from top to bottom.
Still, only this part of the city was starving this same day.
"Ha. Hey, long time no see. What can I do for you?
A bar at the end of the place that has been crushed. In the store, where dust piled thick and glass shards scattered, there were two men.
"Did you do it?
The middle-aged man, fat and sprinkled with his head, only his eyes looked sharp at his opponent.
"We have a lot to talk about. Don't be so hasty. Ha ha."
The young man, wrapped around his head with a relative bandana, just laughs at the pieces while sitting at the counter.
On his right hand was a messy bandage wrapped around him and the young man was dangling and shaking to show it off.
"I'm asking if you were the one who attacked Lord Volca."
"Ooh, scary scary scary. We used to be so close, I miss you. Ha."
Michelotti, the baron who manages the lower districts.
The bad guy, Matisse, who takes the lower district as his root castle.
When Michelotti once behaved all he wanted about power to Kasawa, the two were in a close relationship.
Michelotti gives money instead of Matisse taking on dirty work.
Instead of Michelotti giving him the money, Matisse invites Michelotti to the Dark Sharing Ease.
Gradually, the two became inseparable, and at the same time, security in the lower districts gradually deteriorated - one day suddenly, the adhesion would be unilaterally stripped.
"Hey, tell me. How did you become such a 'good boy'? What you're doing and what you're saying, it's like you were when you were young. I'm sad we're getting along."
"Don't be silly, you filthy rose. I'm not off the right track anymore."
"Heh... ha"
What the hell has changed to Michelotti, who has been carefully corrupted?
Matisse was more concerned with the cause than with the outcome, to the clear eyes seen up close.
"Damn, Prince Stupid is getting rough, and Michelotti's husband is getting sane, and it's getting harder and harder to live in. Ha."
Matisse, who sighed deliberately, turned her torso and showed an obvious gap.
Without showing any anger at those jokes, Michelotti is just staring at Matisse.
Matisse also laughed, teasing, impressed that it would be something that would change if it changed.
"I'll ask you again. Did you do this?
"No, I'm not. Ha, no. It's not me, it's not us. Attacking a prince isn't something I was afraid of."
Michelotti wondered which mouth would say.
It is Under-the-Rose, a man named Matisse, who also hands on kingdom aristocrats if necessary.
Something like that, he's different, and I don't take it personally...
"... the word, let's believe"
Sadly, Michelotti dyed his hands in the darkness for too long.
Michelotti, who was so immersed in the back society that he could also spot Matisse's falsehood, turned back on his heels bitterly about it.
And try to leave the crushed bar as it is.
"The festival is about to begin. Ha ha, the fun festival begins. We're going to have a lot of people in this city."
"... what?
I inadvertently stopped on Matisse's ominous words.
But beyond that I looked back, there was already no Matisse figure - the abandoned bar had been quiet as if no one had been there from the beginning.
"What do you mean...?
Bluff or truth?
The prophecy, drifting away like a nightmare, was something Michelotti could not discern even this time.
On the back of what is a rush on the surface, the granferria thickens with disturbing signs.
A number of shadows leap into the capital of Hua, which is dying black...
"Grrr!?
East of the Advanced District, behind the Royal Library.
There is still one shadow here.
Threatening people to live in peace, they're tearing black fangs apart.
"Hahahaha, hahahahaha, aahahahahaha!! What's the matter! What's up, clown! How powerful are you!
"Ku......!
A knight who wears a helmet imitating a lion and sets his magic sword against his enemies.
Masked Leon, or a man known as the Lion Mask, was still trying to get on his knees as he rose white smoke from all over his body.
"The Knights have lost their quality, too. I don't know how to forgive an intrusion of being like me... but I praise you for being on strict alert, but that doesn't make sense. '
"Oh, you...!
Masked Leon eats up his teeth and now, once, tries to shake up his sword.
But the [Electric Bolt] 's directly hit body didn't help as much as I thought, and Masked Leon finally fell to the front.
"Why would someone like you... and you...!
'Ho, you know me. Funny.'
Phantom in black who joyfully distorts his face.
The name of the dreaded wizard with a wand made of a combination of human bones...
'No, I don't want you to forget. Forget about me, I'm not allowed! I'm a man's business! A man's sin, in itself!!
Vols V. Harold.
Once in this country, he was the man who served as master of court magic.