After separating from Uejo, Aikawa came to "computer space".

It will be troublesome to talk about in detail, but in simple terms, it is a large Internet café. There are dozens of luxury private rooms, accommodation and supper, and computer configuration can be set up at will. An otaku sanctuary where you can do whatever you want as long as you pay a certain amount.

It is here that Aikawa runs five computers at the same time.

In order to imprint the things that the computer plays on his eyes at the same time, he set the sofa in the right place and used the wireless mouse and keyboard to search for information on the Internet.

Of course, this is no ordinary search - his consciousness is deeper than usual, unfathomably deep, immersed in it - and if he is not careful, he could be swallowed by the computer. That's not an exaggeration.

Of course, this is about the search for last night's underground gas tank leak.

Whether it is the information that can be used or the information that is not used, I remember it clearly, in short, it is all remembered regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, and it is like a ghost - for the police, this is called the investigation stage, but for him, it is his rough personal search.

The whole search lasted a real hour.

And then

He gave up.

"-Sure enough, I don't have a clue about it. Should I say that he is worthy of my brother, the way of action is completely illogical. ”

Aikawa said, stopping the rough keyboard operation that was not talking about blind typing. Decisively collapsed, lying on the couch in a "I'm already a waste" pose.

"If you want to stop the water in the rear, why do you want to go to the seventh school district, why do you want to make such a big fuss? I don't understand what my brother is going to do. The purpose or something is completely confused, and the principle of action is fundamentally contradictory. ”

Is it because of interest, or is there something else going on? I don't know if I don't ask myself.

"Wait. ”

Aikawa, who thought of something, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

Beep - click.

The call was answered in less than a second.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

The choice of words is stupid.

Swallowing the words in his heart, Aikawa spoke.

"Give me the information about the water in the rear. ”

"I refuse. 」

In the face of a rather straightforward request, the other side replied in the same way.

"What's in it for me?"

"Change your stupid wording?"

It's not good, I accidentally said the truth.

With a "click", the other side unsurprisingly hung up the phone.

“…………”

Aikawa shrugged. Perhaps he didn't have any intention of swallowing back his words from the beginning, and he started dialing another number. Unlike the previous one, this was the first time I had called the other party, and neither party (perhaps unilaterally) had made a good impression on the other.

Toot-toot-toot-toot-toot-toot————

The wait was longer than expected.

"Are you in a meeting......

Click.

Picked up.

A roar that resounded throughout the private room came from the phone—

「Leeeeeet'sssss！！Parrrrrrrtyyyy！！！」

"Shut up for me, old woman!!What kind of rock 'n' roll do you play at a young age!I think the sound insulation of the White House is very good!?I still be naïve to think that you are working hard!!Believe it or not, I'm going to go over and flip Britain again!!"

"What, it's you. What's the matter?"

The other party didn't care about Aikawa's anger at all, and naturally changed the topic. And Aikawa didn't take the one just now seriously at all, and after losing his temper, he continued:

"Do you know the water in the rear?"

"I don't know, he's quite famous to us. After all, he is also a man who was almost named a "knight", and he has a good popularity in both the "royal faction" and the "puritanism". 」

Aikawa raised an eyebrow.

(The rear waters of Roman Orthodoxy were knights of England...... ）

In today's England, the title of "knight" is like a medal. It has nothing to do with family history, only those who have left outstanding merits to Britain can be awarded directly by Her Majesty the Queen. This title cannot be passed on to children and grandchildren. It feels like a National Honor Award.

However, there are still large factions such as the "knightly faction" in the dark part of the United Kingdom. For the sake of the royal family and the country, he will take up the sword and treat anyone who poses a threat to him as an enemy, and even if he fights for his life, he will annihilate the other party. It can be described as a symbol of "antiquity".

"Almost made?"

"That guy was quite dissatisfied with the fact that he was chosen as a 'knight', and even the coat of arms that was ordered to one was forcibly canceled. But the Knight Captain on our side is in respect, and even now Buckingham Palace has that coat of arms blank. 」

"Hmph~~"

Aikawa has a bottom in his heart.

Obviously a mercenary, but he was appointed as a knight. This is the proof that he can carry out himself with dignity in the dirty battlefield. It is impossible for a person like this, who has no stain on his background and is proficient in the battlefield, to make such a big fuss on purpose. In other words, his younger brother, the boy, did what the water in the rear had to do.

"By the way, what's the real name of the water in the rear?"

Thinking about it, he remembered that he didn't know the name of the other party on his face, and Aikawa, who was completely uninterested in opposing this, casually heard it.

"—William. 」

The Queen's answer, however, did not hesitate.

Even with an almost proud tone, the name was said.

"William Orville. Whether it was in the past or now, he has been silently guarding the 'wandering knights' of the United Kingdom!"

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Knights of Orleans.

The largest magical association in France. That's the name that makes the teenager feel hopeless.

This "organization" was originally attracted by Joan of Arc's personality, and was different from the official combat power, and was formed by people with lofty ideals who silently supported her behind the scenes. They were not a special "organization" that specialized in the use of magic, but only had the purpose of saving France, regardless of status, status, or family background (which was extremely unusual at the time), and everyone from the aristocracy to the peasants could smile at each other, as it should have been.

However, on May 30, 1431, an event occurred that completely distorted their direction.

Joan of Arc, who was arrested by the British, was burned as a traitor.

Later, the Knights of Orleans became a strange "organization" with the purpose of "avenging Joan of Arc". In addition to annihilating the British, who directly executed Joan of Arc, even the French soldiers and nobles who had hindered Joan of Arc, and even those who were saved by Joan of Arc, did not take any concrete action to retake Joan of Arc (strictly speaking, this is something that cannot be done if you want to, but this "organization" does not consider such hardships), and the scope of their "revenge" is extremely wide.

Although it is the largest magical society in France, if they regard all of the above people as enemies, the odds are not high, but they do not find out about this fact.

Knights of Orleans, there is a hope.

Joan of Arc was not gifted. It was only at the age of thirteen that she heard a "special voice" and then let her abilities shine in one breath.

The Knights of Orleans are in pursuit of the "Oracle of Joan of Arc".

They are not for the protection of certain people, as Joan of Arc does, but for their own revenge.

Why didn't anyone find out that God would not reach out to those who prayed for miracles for their own selfishness?

Hundreds of years have passed, and the members of the Orleans Order have passed through several generations, but they are still carrying out the "impossible experiment" of artificially mass-producing people with Joan of Arc's powers.

A teenager and a girl are caught up in it.

The girl was taken as the "body" of the "oracle of Joan of Arc" and was semi-forcibly kidnapped, and the boy stood up to fight for her. In order to get the girl to escape, he tried all means and tried his best - but he still lost.

Now, the girl is not with the teenager.

The last words that the dying teenager heard were the voice of the girl saying, "I believe in you."

However, the boy did not even have the strength to stand up.

If there was, he would have used it a long time ago.

In the dark alley of corruption, the boy fell on the dirty ground.

"You fell there, intending to give up everything?"

A voice came.

He was a burly man known as a freelance mercenary.

He travels to France to stop the atrocities of the Knights of Orleans and meets the boy and girl. In order to let the girl escape, he deliberately acted on the surface to lure the enemy...... However, the key teenager was too weak, so the girl was forcibly taken away.

"And what do you want me to do?"

The boy fell to the ground and asked in a low voice.

As long as you reach out, you can feel the sword in the scabbard. It's Colichemarde. It is a military modification of the Western sword for sports, and it is a lightweight French sword that can be used by teenagers with one hand. But his hand, which was full of wounds, was like he was afraid of hot water, and he did not even dare to touch the scabbard.

"I'm not a special character. There's no way to survive any crisis with what you have!!There's no way to win. The other party is the largest magic association in France!How do you want me to fight someone like that?!"

"So, you're going to give up on her?"

“……”

"It's because you can't sit back and watch that you won't leave, and you'll keep lying here and not leaving, right?"

“……“”

The boy did not answer. He couldn't answer.

He dragged his body, which was devastated by mud and wounds, and stiffened his upper body, but he had already reached his limit. Not only physical strength, but also strength is gone.

The mercenaries don't sympathize with that.

"You don't have time to do pointless despair over there. ”

He picked up the sword that the boy had not taken for a long time and had put away in its scabbard.

"The enemy is strong, and given their power to carry out their target, you should be well aware of the fate she will face next. In this case, there is only one thing you should think about right now. ”

"That means—" The mercenary paused,

In such a desperate situation, she still said, 'Believe' you. ”

The boy's time stood still.

The mercenary continued:

"What are you going to do? to get back on your feet in order to protect the sweet dreams that the stupid girl depicted, or to tell the stupid girl about the cruelty of reality and plunge her deeper into despair?"

The mercenary grabbed the scabbard of the sword and pointed the hilt of the sword that a brave man should use, Clesimede, at the tip of the nose of the young man who was slow to get up.

"Make a choice. Which one are you going to choose?"

There's no need to worry about it at all.

It's not even necessary to think.

The problems in front of us are piled up, and the crises everywhere are like stars. But it doesn't matter. To worry or think is the prerogative of those who take the first action.

The boy stood up.

Ignoring the devastation, he grabbed the hilt of the French-made spapier stretched out by the mercenary, removed the tiny parts for fixation, and pulled his weapon, Clesimede, out of the scabbard in an instant.

"-Good choice. ”

The mercenary smiled.

The boy's expression changed. He stood beside the mercenary, standing side by side with him as if he were an existence of the same rank, and looked with his comrades at the exit of the dark alley - that was the enemy to be defeated, and the direction of the "secret base" where the girl to be rescued was located.

"Let's go. ”

The boy said quietly.

"-The time for timidity is over."

The enemy is the largest magical society in France, the Knights of Orleans.

The largest fighting group in France, which was constantly acting for revenge, took them as opponents, and the real counterattack began.