Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

I was walking around talking to Mr. Currier about evaluating his last semester classes, and he went out into the broad hallway.

"Is that it?"

A familiar person and a familiar person jumped first into my eyes.

"To Mr. Shanna, Mr. Makina?

Oh, well.

Was it a visiting day for invitees from other countries today......

I guess I even came to visit the Great Sacred Ground.

Sometimes I didn't need to be distracted, but talking to Mr. Currier makes me prone to diffuse focus on other things.

Alone, I almost feel like going to her.

So until I saw it, I didn't perceive their existence.

A little, I also feel the air is tense......

"Cro, Hiko?

Mr. Makina with an unexpected face.

Shanna, by virtue of it, looks odd like now.

Ask as you look at the visitors.

"Does Mr. Makina feel like a guide to these people?

"Huh? Huh..."

"Then I'd better back off."

"Wait."

What stopped me was a woman in clothes resembling a white fur coat.

That clothes in this heat...... isn't it hot?

"The left eye, its eyelid...... I hear the example curse man lost his left eye in the battle against the Four Violent Disasters. No way. Are you the example curse man?

I glanced at Mr. Makina and I answered.

"It was the Knights of the Holy Tree who defeated the Four Wesen, wasn't it?

"False information like that seems to be being intentionally circulated."

The woman in white said as she lifted her hat's tweezer, in a manner that looked like an applique.

And she sends a gaze urging Mr. Makina to give her consent.

I already know, but there was a lot to say about it.

Who is it?

From the feel of the scene, he seems to be a man of status on the part of the Empire...

Wait a minute.

If you compare it with the information you have in advance...

"Haha, apparently he cares about the rest, doesn't he? I want him to know the rest. May I introduce you, Miss Makina?

Mr. Makina nods slowly.

"... Yes, sir."

In an understated manner, Mr. Makina introduces him.

"This is the First Empress of the Guntarios Empire, Dear Hell Guntarios. And my neighbor, my companion..."

There was only a few moments before he uttered the name of his companion.

"Lord Varaga Lumud."

Varaga Lumood.

I knew beforehand that he was coming.

Still, a special feeling ran into me.

Until the identity of this feeling, I still don't know.

So far, there's no stinging air that keeps people away, like Mr. Currier did when we met.

It's not as awesome as the hibigami that struck the Arklite carriage.

There's no such thing as Lokia, no moral oddity.

There's no noisy, crazy, demonic atmosphere either.

As a gentleman, Varaga Lumood is a courtesy.

If you look at it, Mr. Currier's expression hasn't collapsed in any way and remains cool.

But long after I bowled in with them, her gaze captured Varaga.

In retrospect, I think Varaga has been watching Mr. Currier, too.

Even without exchanging words, some sort of communication of will seemed to have already taken place between the two of them.

"Then this is the first prince of Louvel Argan, Master Guias Louvel Argan"

Regards, and Prince Geass smiles refreshingly.

I have the impression that people seem to be good young people.

"Shanatris is - I don't need an introduction, so as to fly... this is Lord Rose Claywall, captain of Louvel Argan's Divine Punishment Squad"

In the visual intimidation in the field, this Rose Claywall was overwhelmed.

Huge black armor.

The helmet with the ghostly horns is full face specification, so I don't even know how it looks.

But I know I'm not the only one out of seeping air.

Not a beastly, destructive air, like hibigami or four vicious disasters.

Static yet sharp air, reminiscent of sharpened blades.

Rose Claywall stands silently, without a word.

Then, Kokon, and Shanna poked a little black armor.

"I'm sorry, Crohiko. This one is silent beyond degrees. Even Empress Hell hasn't spoken a word yet."

"No, you don't have to apologize... by the way, Mr. Makina"

"What could it be?

"When this happens... should I, too, introduce myself?

The state of the word now raised the question of whether to reveal that it was a curse.

He immediately guessed. Mr. Makina's eyes, I'll leave them to you, he said.

I turn to the guests and get down on my knees.

"I say Sagara Crohiko. I am a candidate for Saint Tree Man, attending Saint Renault Thread School in this King's Capital. And, as Empress Hell said earlier, she is also a curseless man."

"Phew."

The leaky smile belonged to Empress Hell.

With one smile she spoke.

Well done. You responded straight to the rest of the questions, he said.

Guests are now heading to Renouncered Castle to meet the Holy King on Mr. Makina's guidance.

"I'll introduce Rose to Krohiko next time I have time. Hehe, isn't it nice to see you again?

Mr. Shanna has been pushing his barely any breasts around his waist.

"See you when you calm down, crohiko."

Following Prince Gears ahead, Ms. Shana took the Armored Warrior and vanished into the back of the hallway.

Empress Hell has already disappeared from this scene with Mr. Makina.

However, there was one guest who remained on the spot.

"Don't you have to follow me?

The opponent Mr. Currier asked is Varaga Lumood, who is looking at the vanishing direction of the Empress Hell.

"You won't have to worry."

"Can the Empress fight too?

"No, she doesn't have any combat skills. You're a little weaker than the average person."

"Then why don't you just follow me?

"I'm not the only escort you've accompanied. As long as it doesn't strike even the Four Homicides or people from the Six Houses, you'll be fine."

"Then let's hear one more thing - why did you stay here?

Varaga finally turns to Mr. Currier.

"It's the one that warms up old relationships. Currier Verstein has nothing but praise...... Unlike Noise and Lokia and that horrible hibigami, we can talk in peace"

"I'd like to apologize. You've been bad for a long time."

"It doesn't change, neither do you"

"You... feel a little different. By the way, what happened to The Weakest? Aren't you with me?

"Ho? Did you know?

"Noise told me"

"Oh man, I've been amazed by the ability to gather information about Intangible Play for a long time. - Hmm? So Currier met with Noise after he left the end-of-life home?

Apparently he doesn't know about the noise rumbling in this king's capital.

Mr. Currier put his hand on the Livergate pattern.

"I put it on - settle it."

"No way, did you put that noise down? I didn't kill him... didn't I? If noise kills you, it's noise wins."

"Noise herself admitted to losing. It's just that noise died after he admitted to losing. It was almost suicidal."

Varaga's eyebrows react to a word now.

"Dead...? Um, the noise...?

Varaga covers her mouth with her hands.

"This again... is a complicated mood... I didn't know that Intangible Play, which isn't going to kill me, was dead..."

I don't know what shape his mouth is taking right now.

I stabbed Hibigami in the stomach.

"Hibigami? That's surprising, too. If that woman turned Hibigami against her enemies... she thought she would survive without winning."

I see.

Varaga wasn't there, so he doesn't know how the noise led to his death.

In fact, Noise was sealing Hibigami's movements in that battle.

If you say so, Hibigami was only an intervener then.

So as Mr Currier put it, Noise is tantamount to committing suicide.

Noise had lost the point of living at that point.

If enough reason existed for her to live on that occasion, the noise might still be alive...

"I thought you'd be happy to jump up when I heard about Noise's death."

"That's why it's complicated. Surprises coming from surprise, coupled with the joy of good news… a very, odd feeling. I had no idea where you were coming from, because I admitted the immense amount of knowledge, the beauty of your head, the use of your technique, and your power as a spell man. The spirit was so necrotic that it was too late, but the ability itself was so high that she was angry."

"I'm surprised, too. Hibigami, too, but you were buying a lot of noise."

Varaga looks unwilling.

"If billions could have been put on the side of one side, there wouldn't have been any more comforting allies. Ma, I can't imagine how that playmadness second-rate screenwriter would serve others for free... but I still can't believe it. That scumbag invader lost himself."

"The tone is starting to get back to vegan, as it used to be."

"Ha, ha, this is rude. The habit of getting overly defensive when you feel the shadow of" Pest, "you still can't get out of it, can you? I'm having trouble with myself, too."

"Hum, then you just have to be in trouble for the rest of your life. I just admitted defeat, and the noise didn't seem to change the fundamental part."

Varaga stuck her hand in her pocket and smiled gently.

"I didn't feel any different at first, but I think you've changed a bit too."

"Oh, I've changed. It was influenced by many... but most importantly, it could be influenced by this man."

Mr. Currier stands next to me.

"Forbidden - Sagara Krohiko, is it? The fact that he defeated the Four Felonies, after all?

"Fact."

I felt I needed correction and I broke in.

"Even so, two of the four were defeated by Mr. Currier and Hibigami, right? Mr. Currier seems to have cooperated with Lokia."

"Ho? You know Hibigami and Lokia?

"Yes, for once"

Was it a bad idea to talk to him, and ask Mr. Currier with his gaze?

Problem or not, Mr. Currier shook his head silently.

"Really, Hibigami and Rokia were also visiting this King's Capital... so that the scene could be gathered around the Taiwanese noise"

That's a guy from six houses.

I have a good understanding of the nature of noise.

"Why are you sitting in the empire?" It was quite a friendly breeze with the Empress. "

"I don't care where I am as long as the chair that sits on my back is stable. Affordable chairs were in the empire after leaving the end-of-life home. That's all. Well, compared to the end-of-life home, it shows steadily everywhere."

"I heard from the Empire that Hibigami worked stealing. At that time, you..."

"Ha, ha, yes, of course, we escaped at first sight, but what? Anyone in the six houses will escape and hide."

"I agree there, but Hibigami wanted to fight you."

"It's a troubled thing. He has a bad personality, too, for bullying the weak."

Mr. Currier moved.

Sheath the Livergate and pull it out at the same time...

To Varaga's throat, he stuck his blade tip.

Varaga is raising his hands, as he shows no resistance.

None of them are upset.

"Oh, no, it's not calm, is it?

"The" weak "are the people I can detect stopping the attack just before."

"No, no, I was really lucky. If Currier Verstein hadn't had a heart of mercy, I might have died. You're still a sweet woman."

"Speak crazy."

"Well, that's crazy."

He raised his jaw slightly and Varaga touched the spread of his glasses.

Sagara Crohiko is the one whose dull copper eyes capture it.

"He... neither is the curse man. He was seriously aware that you had no intention of hurting me. If you're a less sooner, you tend to see a lot of boring moves in these situations."

"Hung, this is the man Hibigami recognized as his enemy. If you're caught off guard, you're gonna see painful eyes, okay?

"Now what? That hibigami? Oh well... the endless desert he reached was the legendary curse... Hmm, I'm a little interested in him too"

One step, Varaga falls back.

Taking a distance instead of saying I was interested also seemed a little chiseled.

Over the square space I made with my fingers, suddenly Varaga started my observation.

More than a dozen seconds later, he slowly opened his eyes.

"... you surprise me. Normally, humans have about one thing to praise, but this is-"

On Varaga's cheek, whose mouth was distorted, a cold sweat spread.

"There's not one thing to praise"

There's not one thing to praise.

…………

Why is it so uncomfortable with what he says?

"Well, I'm not a complimented person, am I? I am aware…"

"You... you can be angry here, okay?

Sigh, Mr. Currier.

"Still indifferent or overly tolerant of cursing and murmuring myself... but -"

Mr. Currier flies a hard gaze at Varaga, who drops his hips and succumbs on the spot.

"Again, yes, but at the same time, I'm surprised. Hey, Varaga."

"Something?

"How many people do you have that don't deserve praise?

"It's the seventh. Noise Death, Hibigami, Lokia, Ekiruot Schweizer, Tassogale, Scarvicious Killicht...... Ooh? Is this Sagara Krohiko's first time outside of the six House officials? I see, there are only people who Hibigami has identified as potential adversaries."

"Don't worry about what he just said, Crohiko. I don't know."

Mr. Currier said as he delivered the blade to his sheath.

"According to Lokia and Noise, this guy's rating of" A Human Being Without One Praise "sounds like a compliment. representations used by humans that could be a threat to Varaga, I heard. Rather, humans with many praises also mean non-threatening opponents. In short -"

Kachi, and Mr. Currier, who cut a blade in his sheath, looks at Varaga with cold eyes.

"This is not enough for him to feel threatened."

"Fighting is enough. You're menacing, though. But you're a relatively good talker, and you swallow me so much if you're a muscular reason. So many compliments. No… Currier Verstein is also a rare race with only praise"

With his fingers between his wrinkled brows, Varaga looked worried about the world.

"But the people who could destroy my little world have extraordinary power and are hopelessly unreasonable - no, they won't let their reasoning pass. It's self-centered until it's a disaster."

Varaga glanced sideways at the floor with her fingertips.

A fictional horizontal line is drawn.

It was like, boundaries.

"If you don't invade my little world, you won't do anything from me, basically. But the pests that ravage my world need to be wiped out by all spirits. I just want to roll up and sleep comfortably at the root of the tree. But the great tree must be the most comfortable place in the world for me."

Varaga casts a shadow of pessimism and drops her gaze to the floor.

"In this world, insensitive and unconscious garbage cusps are more prevalent than expected. So we need to desperately put up with the harsh mood and get rid of the pests sighing one by one. Suppose..."

A blood vessel rose in the back of Varaga's hand, cockling and ringing.

"Though defensive, we also need power to exterminate it."

Varaga gently touches the glasses with the hands of those whose blood vessels have not risen.

What I saw in my unconscious eyes in the back of the lens was similar to that noise and the Four Felonies - the color of madness.

No, Varaga raised the edge of her mouth in a disastrous manner.

But - he's not laughing.

"If any pests come to my great tree, which I grew up in tandem, I will bite every body without question with this Fang."

Missy, and.

From his hand there was a creepy sound like a hard tree branch had reached its limit.

"I've always done that, and I will always do that."

Varaga smiled masochistically as she lifted her hips.

"The six people I named earlier are a few exceptions. Because they are troublesome opponents when it comes to positive attacks. Sagara Krohiko - I also feel like you're someone I can't deal with on a positive offense. So... I sincerely hope you're not a pest to me"

In short, should I ever be warned and received?

It was like I figured it out, like I didn't...

Well, in short, it seems to be a good understanding that you should stay out of Varaga Lumood as much as possible.

At least, I don't want to get near you with someone who smells similar to that noise or Four Felonies disaster.

I don't think Mr. Currier's been compromised by Varaga.

Then it shouldn't be easy to get in trouble.

…………

So far, does Varaga Lumood feel like an enemy or an ally?

Varaga, who finished issuing the warning, turns his back.

With a fed up face, Mr. Currier sighed.

"Hibigami is a candidate for lodging. Lokia could be the best evil. Noise is a bucket of stuff. So, did you come as a pest candidate? Damn... I always wonder what this guy thinks of Crohiko."

Varaga, who flipped his body to leave, turned around.

Kuck, he laughed low.

"Everyone sounds beautifully in agreement, though?

"I'm not."

"The point is, it's a matter of how the spirit is distorted. You were the only one in the six houses who slipped through and wasn't distorted. So you're a safe match for my world. On the contrary, noise and the like were so spiritually bent that they could not be saved. That's a fucking vermin who can't be saved forever."

Currier with an uninterrupted face.

Varaga's compliments do not fall to his heart.

"I agree with you that the character of noise is crooked. But speaking of spiritual distortions, that princess you're serving was quite a dangerous impression, too. Isn't that princess a pest candidate for you?

Impressed, Empress Hell was no less than a native of the Sixth House, and a strong figure of AK.

"Uh... Princess Hell, is it"

Varaga looked in the direction of the day after tomorrow and touched the frame of the glasses with her hands.

"That's a fake thing."

The end of his mouth is distorted by a mockery.

"Only vanity is handled, petty coward... I just want to big time, big mouth woman. But she is also one of the most important parts that make up my world today. So I'll take care of it as much as I can. It's just... it's always like that on your dick, so there's a lot of enemies inside and out. Thanks to the behavior of the empress, it's hard to protect her life."

"Hung, you have enough disrespect for what you're saying right now? Shall I tell Her Royal Highness?

"Please, be my guest."

"You can afford it."

"Ha ha ha, they're cute things like the Empire guys compared to that hibigami. That's right... but if you're wrong, if the Empire people tried to trample my world..."

Suddenly, Varaga's face was transformed.

The ends of the extremely narrow eyes hang and a long tongue peeks from his mouth.

I'm laughing, but I'm not laughing.

"As a price -"

Is that devilish and strange look his essence?

"At best, one of the cities for about a minute needs to be poisoned like no other...?

That was, like, a snake look.