Ippanjin Enpou Yori Kaeru. Mata Hatara Kaneba!

Tonk, there's a small sound.

Continuing to hit, the footsteps sounded small and short.

There was no one to speak up, so it sounded loud and natural, but it disappeared into the waves of people who were standing up and roaring in their seats.

Something black rushed through the aisle.

Well, I managed to get this far.

Sleepy and lonely, she disappears into the darkness.

It was the "Knight of the Speed of Light" who was wearing the usual black cloth instead of hooking up nicely.

She sneaks down to the concert hall seat on the second floor and crouches down in the front row of fences.

Slowly peer into your head. Kensho and the others sporadically called "tin head" came out from between the handrails and looked at Melanie Kellogg with the "white doll" rising up in a blurry pale light on the main stage, the center of the purpose.

"In the dimness, let it shine like that..." Too assertive? I wonder if you're ashamed of yourself.)

If you're happy in such a trance in the middle of the light, I'm sure you'll be ashamed to look back later.

That said, there's something in the human mind that you can't understand.

Breathe quietly and sneakily.

To get here, I was walking around various strange routes, side streets, and staircases that were temporarily set up.

When it comes to idol concerts, it seems that there are aisles that are not visible from the audience, including not only performers, but also staff.

It seems that there is such a thing, so let's go through it, and there is a reason why it just followed behind like goldfish dung while being guided by the Miko and the others.

(It's fine to come, but I don't know the way home. Even if you tell me to go back to where I came from, I'm sure I'll get lost.)

It is the frontier of complete abandonment.

Without even thinking about cutting off the way back, the way back was cut off naturally.

Exhale heavily and look around you as you regulate your breathing.

From the rod standers, you can see the human rattles around the aisle.

It may be moving to be alert, but it's moving at a slow pace that doesn't seem too threatening.

“Are there no terrorists here?”

I used "Signal Sensing: Small" in a hidden place, but there were no humans moving around within the range of being caught in the net.

There is an overwhelming response, but you only need to feel the reaction that is moving.

After narrowing it down and limiting it to human responses, only “some” came up.

And if it's a hostile reaction, it's zero.

Yes, not one, but zero.

That's the problem.

(...... that's Eine-san's sister in the middle. Including that, right?)

I think so, hiding between the seats, I look at the atmosphere of Melanie Kellogg, who is already immersed in some pleasure.

She is certainly the mastermind behind this massive incident, and she is not hostile to the Knight of Light.

I'm scared of that dot.

In other words, she is certified as an enemy (enemies) of a society (public) that has no hostile intentions, but is irreparable.

Is it good to think of this as a difference in perception between the two sides?

Well, I have no choice but to go?

With a sloppy murmur, she rushes out with her dry lips trailing gently underneath.

With the runner on, it ascends into a passage that can circle the hall that leads to the main stage, which is a little taller.

Without glancing at such a "knight", Melanie just quietly prays.

Naturally, the hornet reacts to the "knight" who jumped up to such a prominent place.

With the sound of roughness, a rattling sound echoed from the passenger seat to the place where the "knight" was.

Alright, then.

BAKUNG!!

When I tried to keep going, I opened the door leading to the hall, and there were signs of people.

When I took a step forward and saw it, it seemed that Kenshaw with an angry expression was leading the way.

"This [Tin Head]!!"

Kenshaw burst in at the same time as the shouting.

Looking at it, the Knight runs all the way through the runway to the main stage.

There are signs of a gun pointing at you, only at your neck, but there's no sign of a single shot.

The angle of fire is bad and the distance is good. It is even slightly dim.

If we don't get closer, we won't hit them.

Rushing through to the main road leading to the main stage, they slip on the bottom of their boots and bend at a steep angle.

And the distance from Melanie was only ten meters.

Momentary braking for sharp turns.

At that moment, the Knight's body was at rest, but at that moment.

"Kill me!!"

Sharp, short and precise instructions.

Taking that word, he attacked the "Knight".

A terrorist group that showed up in the audience? No.

So you gave me instructions, Kenshaw? No.

Was it the rattlesnake that was originally in the venue? Still no.

The murderous spurt descended into the static main stage of the Knight's runway.

That's right underneath.

Nothing, it appears from underneath the runway, “penetrating” the floor.

Beings that do not have a clear substance and are visible in the form of a dark fog.

Because it doesn't have substance, it can float in the sky and attack without worrying about the existence of the floor.

From the front and from the rear on the left and right, a total of three "necromancers" waved their dodgy arms to strike at the "knight".

What's up!!

Even though it doesn't have substance, the impact of the collision shakes the inside of the hall.

The balance was disrupted, and the "Knight" was struck at the timing that it was unavoidable. As a result, the runway was shattered by the impact, and the dry ice that had been prepared for the special effect was scattered all over the surface, and it was covered in smoke all at once.

"Huh!? Why!?"

Kensho, who gave the instructions, noticed it first.

Dry ice gently sprayed onto the floor of the venue.

Even from a distance from the shattered runway, the "Knight of Light" slowly rises from the smoke of dry ice.

With a total of three "necromancers" in front of me, I slowly put my hand on their neck and lean lightly.

Squeak, snap your neck, tilt it the other way around and repeat.

Finally, turn your arms lightly.

"How did you get that guy!?"

When Kenshaw said so, a single spear appeared in the "Knight" 's hand, as well as a shield that remained after several strands had been tangled.

And this is about five minutes ago.

Lucky or unhappy. You or both of them?

None of these parties knew that the video transmissions on this stage had been restored and that they were being broadcast on national television stations.

Knight, quitah!!!!