Riot Grasper

One of the characteristics of the Toggle region is the grace of the sun.

In other words, it's land with strong sunshine, but it doesn't mean a desert surrounded by hot sand, but a lush environment is preserved by moderate rainfall, he said.

It may be suitable for crop production.

"So the Empire tried to put it under control?

"I don't even know what it would be like to want if I had a small country right next to me and lived in abundance. But I don't know."

Len flickers his hands up and down in the air without breaking his floating attitude.

"Oh, so I wonder if people from Toggle have slightly different skin colors"

"Hmm? Oh... you do have thin skin. This is what would have happened if we had lived in a land where the sun was strong. Speaking of which, my sister Ray used to mourn things like I wish my skin had been whiter. - Huh."

Ren silenced once more.

"Shut up."

As for Ray's process of silencing his brother, hit him first. I'm getting a little used to seeing that sight, but Ren himself seems to enjoy it somewhere. It actually seems so painful that it's not funny, but maybe this is one of my sister-brother's skinships.

… advanced.

In the end, it took a few seconds for Ren to resume the conversation.

Ray just told me about Toggle being a small country back in the day. Since it was placed under the control of the Empire, the king who ruled the country has been granted the status of Lord of the Toggle Region and has delivered what he pays. Is it the luck of being unhappy that you didn't develop into a great feud when the Empire attacked you?

The king, who did not like strife, said he had since committed himself to prospering the Toggle region as a warm lord.

But not all the warm human descendants will take over the serene character. Some would be dissatisfied with the tyranny of past empires. Dissatisfaction can eventually turn into anger, and anger emotions can also be the driving force to take action.

Once again, the man who tried to make Toggle independent as a country began to gather weapons and soldiers.

"I see. I know what it's like to be angry. They sued me for violence and took my land."

What would I do if I found out that your ancestors had been forced to take their land and continue to be exploited until their own generation... Short-circuit thoughts but would try to destroy the empire.

Eyes in the eyes, teeth in the teeth. Dominance is domination.

If they do, I'll do it back.

... and well, I guess I'm a kid for this kind of thinking. I don't think I'm wrong, but if I do that, the world will be full of contention. Staying there is what adults do.

I'll do it.

"Haha. I'm kind of glad you said that."

"Hmm? Why would Ren be so happy?

"Well...... the lord of Toggle, who began to build up his power, had a wife and three children. My wife disagrees with my husband. If you calm down, it's obvious you're trying to do something reckless."

"Ren, that's enough."

Ray, who was static, tries to stop his brother from talking.

But Ren doesn't seem to be going to stop it.

"Of the three children, my daughter is perfect for her mother. Naturally, I was on her side. It must have been hard for my daughter to argue against her husband trying to push the plan forward."

"Oh, come on."

The moment Ray nearly made his voice absurd - once again a soldier on the lookout approached us.

Apparently, this time Ray will be more involved in the game, trying to get Ray out of the open lattice along with the painful sound.

"Don't touch me. Because I can walk on my own."

The way you disgusted yourself with the hand that was touched on your shoulder is enough to make you glad it wasn't you. I get worried that the mind of the guard soldier is okay.

Unlike when he was my brother, Ray quietly took me to the game venue.

"- Well, and. There's no one left to stop it. You still want to hear it?

"Well... if you ask me so far"

Ren nodded to indicate his intention of understanding, taking the position of falling asleep on the other side of the iron grating.

"Eh, how far did I tell you? Yeah, well... the other two sons are bad in nature again. My brother's older than me, but he's a playboy. Drink like every day, make a scene, talk to a woman. I'm indifferent to what my father's trying to do. What interests me is how can I get close to the woman I'm after? There's no such thing as a race wall there... oh, my God."

Ren laughs funny, but sounds like a voice accompanied by wonder and loneliness in a hut surrounded by silence.

"But well, for my brother, the playman's brother was closer to home than his father, who was busy with his deacon, right? Because you can teach me a lot of interesting things... and that's why my brother became indifferent to his father."

"You didn't have anybody in the family who agreed with your father's ideas."

My wife's gonna disagree with me. So maybe I can't pull in extra.

"Sort of. That's why I was so happy earlier. You've shown your understanding of your father's feelings, and you've agreed with me."

Somehow, where can I go in from?

"Erm. There was obviously a character's personal affection on the way in. I mean, I don't know if it's okay that my brother is Len."

"Correct"

"So, my daughter... Ray?

"Yes, Ray, it's my sister."

Wait a minute.

Then this twin will be the child of the lord of Toggle. That means that as a small country, it was originally the blood of the royal family.

Yep!?

So Ray is a princess in blood!?

A princess is, of course, a beautiful appearance, polite to sophisticated language, and a deep-window courtesy raised separately from the secular. Refreshing eyes that you don't know to doubt people, a loving, merciful look at adorable pets. Even a whip on a hobby horseback ride would be full of elegance.

This is my image of a princess of my own accord, but the overlap with Ray is as good as she looks... No, I might say she looks like a whip against a human being. I can't believe I manipulated the whip and it's an order tone... it's not a princess anymore, it's a queen.

"Hey, Ray, you think if I told my sister that, she'd kill me?

Ren shrieks quietly at me for screaming in my brain all the time.

"Huh... from what neighborhood were you in the voice?

"If Sister Ray is a princess, all the women in the world are goddesses, even from around the corner"

This guy said something worse than me.

"No, I wasn't thinking about that. Well, that's Ren's opinion."

Was my reaction funny, Ren waking her torso from falling asleep and holding her belly?

Nevertheless.

Assuming the current story is true, why were these guys, the lord's children, doing such a job?

When I cast such a doubt, Ren responds by laying her body down again.

"Can you imagine that already?

Imagine, yeah.

The expression that his daughter, Ray, is perfect for her mother is a rhetoric to use on young children. Because my twins are eighteen years old and my age, it seems to me that the earlier story is a pretty long time ago.

... If so, the father's plan would have ended in failure.

Because Toggle is still not independent.

"At the end of the day, I found out I was planning a rebellion and it was over."

"It's over..."

"Literally, the end. Your father and mother were executed in front of the Oilers."

"Yes, what?"

... Oh, it's my bad habit to be about to get emotional with them right away.

Just because you have a hard past doesn't mean you can do anything.

"Brother Rick was named to succeed the lord. Brother Rick was famous for being a prodigal son. I bet you thought it wouldn't be poison or medicine."

Hmm. Didn't it come to a situation where the monolithic party would be executed?

My brother's name as a player is Rik Shao.

Looks like this is the lord ruling the current toggle.

As for Len and Ray, they were forced to conscript and were to be integrated into the Secret Service? The hostage may also have meant something in case Rick, who has become a new lord, doesn't do anything weird, but I don't know the details.

He said he had been on assignment under Serdio since he was assigned to the force after hard training to death.

"Looks like Sister Ray was most shocked that your mother was executed. As your mother said, you shouldn't be against the Empire. The troops were trying to do their job faithfully."

"Oh well... that somehow made me realise in the previous incident. Normally, I resent the Empire more."

"... I don't know. I think it would be more accurate to hear that from him."

Ren stood up as if to cut a precinct into conversations and took a trick to pay off the dust of his clothes.

"Well, I guess that's the end of the story about the Oilers. Anything else you want to ask me?

I wonder what it is. It was supposed to be about a pretty heavy category, but the only reason it doesn't get that serious is because Len talks in a light way?

"Why... did you find out I was preparing for a rebellion?

Len's complexion clouds only slightly to such a question.

"I'd like to know about that, too. Sister Ray seems to think that Brother Rick is suspicious, but she doesn't think that's true of Oyla."

From my brother, who was close to me, I guess I don't want to think that way.

"One last question. - Why are you telling me this story?

Ren put his face closer to the small window to peek at the match venue, a word.

'Cause I wanted you to hear it.'

"... not an answer"

But I can't even feel it blurring.

"Oh, look. Looks like my sister Ray's game is about to start. The other guy... looks like some kind of robe-wrapped guy."

I also think I was kind of distracted from the conversation, but when I took Len's word and glanced at the venue through a small window over the lattice, the two figures appeared in my eyes.

One is definitely Ray, the other is...

◆ ◆ ◆

(upset, upset, upset)

On his way to the match venue, Ray didn't put it into words but couldn't hide his frustration.

Why does my brother tell such a man stories about his past? I wonder whose fault you think you're supposed to be trapped in a place like this.

Even if you try to calm down, those emotions overflow.

He also said that what his father was trying to do, he knew how it felt, etc.

From Ray's point of view, the most hateful is the father, not the empire.

It happened because I ignored my wife's voice and recklessly thought about independence. It makes me unnecessarily angry when an unrelated person tells me what to say to defend such a father.

Ray managed to stay calm by analyzing the cause of his anger.

Speaking of which... when he came to rescue Melbail's lord's daughter, he said, 'I'm just doing what I want to do'. Take action by making confident statements in weird places, even though the appearance feels unreliable. I know it's just eight hits, but that's also a subtly overlapping part with my father, which grows Ray's anger.

"... I knew it would be annoying"

It wasn't very praiseworthy to make your emotions expensive before coming to the game. Ray finished the words and tamed the whip he received from the soldier into his hand.

- The match's opponent was wearing a robe, so he couldn't peek at his expression.

Ray waves to make sure the whip is in shape and then calls out to the target.

"It's hot and painful to watch. Shouldn't you just take it off and sell it to the audience on your face?

He was a man who didn't respond to Ray's words, which also resembled provocation, but only one word,

"A sinner. That's a blur."

"Ha ha. You... that's not a good word for a woman."

Even I was upset. It is easy to rise to the boiling point.

The bell sounded, the start of the game, and Ray restarted his whip.

But not foolish enough to leave it to anger to advance. Since you may have a weapon hidden under your robe, keep your distance secure enough.

(... first a small hand check)

Several ice columns form around the ray. It's the size that makes even humans look like insect specimens if pierced by pointy tips. If you convert the water magic you specialize in to attack, you can also do this kind of artistry.

"Eat."

Momentum-launched ice columns go straight to their opponents, but none of them will hit them. The last bottle has also been dodged, but the man collapsed there.

"Colour..."

There's a whip wrapped around one ankle. The moment you point your attention downwards, the ice cubes that fly in more than forward strike the man. An even bigger blow than the icicle earlier.

It is impossible to avoid.

"This is inevitable."

In time, it should definitely hit.

but the ice cubes were shattered and scattered in shatters just as the man waved his arms wide. Grains of ice scattered in the air reflect sunlight and disappear.

"You're a fool. Then..."

A man tries to move forward, but this time his legs don't move.

What happened? When the man did his gaze, the leg of the whip that was wrapped around him was covered in ice. I guess he conveyed the whip and embodied ice with water magic on its tip.

"How about this?

A small grain of ice forms around the ray. Otherwise it is a shotgun of ice. If you feed him a small shotgun from all directions, it's impossible to evade.

"- I'll make you look miserable."

Ray muttered, relentlessly shooting all the bullets into the man who could no longer move.

The sound of stepping on the vitreous sounds continuously, and the scattering rounds rolled out one after the other scatter dust all over the air to turn it into fog.

The person at the center of the white fog must have seen him eat the attack properly.

"You don't die because you look like you're sturdy."

Ray, speaking in disinterest, thinks with a twinkle of attention forward.

- My brother's right, I'm not going to be a spectacle here forever. I have something to do with eagles.

"Brother Rik......"

Something popped out of the white mist as the whining words melted into space. The green wind pushes the air and runs straight to the ray.

Did the bright green hair reminiscent of the earth of the meadows remind you of the wind?

The protruding arm captured the prey at a rate that seemed to instantly nil the distance between the two.

"Gu... uhh..."

Grabbed by his throat, Ray realized for the first time what state he was in with the feeling of his body floating in the universe. The breathlessness, which can only be breathed slightly, accelerates the beat.

The man looking to prey with purple blue eyes was utterly intact. If you look where the slices of the robe stick to your body, you should have eaten a decent shotgun of ice.

"... do you admit to losing?

He was directed to Ray so that a low voice threatened him. Few people can resist the overwhelming violence before. If you resist, you'll be instantly deprived of your life. Heavy pressure will dominate your body.

In a fading consciousness, Ray thought.

His father was an idiot when he tried to wage a reckless war on the Empire. It can be said that he despised a man who ignored his mother for trying so hard to stop him because the result was visible.

The actions I should take in the present situation are determined. You just have to admit you lost.

So Ray gave himself a mocking grin.

"What are you laughing at?

To a man's inquiry, the voice of the response sounds short.

"Do you admit it? Huh... huh?"

"... well. Then die and redeem your sins."

When the muscles in his arms swelled, he strengthened his ability to tighten them all at once. The supply of oxygen to the lungs is completely cut off, not where it is hard to breathe. Contrary to that, the heart seems to beat even faster.

(painful......)

- This man is serious. Perhaps the next moment the cervical spine will crumble and break.

Even though it is forbidden to kill an opponent in the arena, it is also because if you are a sinner, you do not need to comply strictly.

(Silver peaches...... that was delicious)

Ray thinks himself how conceivable it is to do that in a situation like this.

Taste sometimes reminds me of past memories.

Who the hell bought me souvenirs when I went away from work, etc. to my mother and myself who liked sweet things......?

(Oh, I remember something nasty. I knew it was him...... annoying)

- It's over.

Ray's body fell according to gravity as the man only said one word and tried to inflate his arms further. For the brilliance of painting a pitch-black trajectory passed where the man's arms were.

Without being thrown to the ground, Ray was hugged by someone.

The vision that was sumptuous was gradually clarified by the fact that breathing was possible, to understand who it was.

"Ha... you, why?

Without answering Ray's question, the person sent his gaze to the man with the disgruntled face.

"I thought it was a little later to fight you?

"Killing would be against the rules."

"... it's hard to say that what you've done also follows the rules."

"All I've been asked to do is take down the target in the arena."

Not that Ray is familiar with the circumstances, but it's a strong theory for a long time. It also sounds like a child's self together.

That's where...

"I knew it, mummy......"

Ray lost consciousness there.