When we got back, Osama and the others were upset.

"Dilk is strong!

"No, you're Rosalind!

The bottom of my heart is fine. It seems that Osama and the others (who were swallowed by alcohol) are stronger than me or Dirk.

"By the way, if you're physically tied, you're overwhelmingly a dilk."

"With magic, it's been five minutes, but I don't know if Rosalind wants to go along with it these days."

"All right, then we'll work together now!

"" What?

"It's a festival, you bastards!!

"Whoa whoa!!

We couldn't beat the momentum of Osama and the others. How did this happen!? This was probably Dilk's consolation meeting with me, right?!? Don't get the lead involved!!

Osama and the others at the festival were brought to the training center.

"It's bad for Rosalind, but I guess it's just fine. After you unseal the magic seal, I'm in good shape. Come with all your magic."

"Ha... no choice."

Dilk is a spear, I put up a double sword. Neither is a simulation, but a ring weapon. Furthermore, I develop the defensive magic of engagement rings. Knee-high in shorts, becomes sleeveless turtleneck. Not to restrict movement. Dilk is also dressed in regular knightly clothes that are easy to move.

"Begin!"

With Mr. Rudolph's signal, Dilk distances in an instant. Unchanted shockwaves unfold, but avoided. As a result of enabling magic control, Dilk is now able to sense magic activation. It's no trouble. You can't win no chant or something, what a cheat!

"Ha!"

Not comparable to before! The blow is heavy!

"Come on!"

And fast, fast, fast! The blow isn't as heavy as a hero's, but it's probably fast. Just judging is the best. I am a teardropper. As a result of the gradual fusion of Rosalia and Phosphorus, the reaction has been faster, but the sharing is no longer possible. I mean, there's absolutely no gap in using magic! If we keep this up, we're gonna lose for sure!

But I'm not gonna lose that easy!

"Huh!

I put my magic into a double sword. In response to magic, the wind attribute is activated, scattering blades of invisible vacuum!

Dirk jumped away perceiving the danger. A blade of vacuum decides the ground.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!!

Don't think about control, throw fireballs all over it anyway.

"Wow!?

Running dilk. But running away! If they come near me, it's my defeat!

"Wow!"

Finally, I couldn't avoid the fireball, and it looked like I hit Dilk... but Dilk's weapon tore the fireball apart.

"" Huh?

Well, Dilk's ring weapon is one way or another. Category is magic equipment. If you cut it with magic, can you disable magic! Besides, haven't you changed your shape?!? Dilk's ring should have been spear and double sword only, but those are two-handed swords, right?!?

"Ha!

"Shit..."

In a flash of surprise, they squeezed the distance and lost. Karan, and the double sword fall. Dilk's sword on my neck.

"... gone"

"Winner Dirk!

The cheer boils. Apparently some of the guys were betting, and you regret it.

"Dilk, one more time!

"Yeah."

Dirk gave me a troubled look, while matching me.

The result? It's a tragedy! Fast! I can't hit it! There's no point in magic if you don't hit it!

No matter what you do, you can't win! If you notice, you're losing 49 in a row. Dilk also uses the ring and tries a variety of weapons. You did some barbecue too... hehe... I didn't know that. In addition to magic deactivation, there is more trouble and I can't fathom it.

Valkyrie might win, but I don't want to. The training center will destroy it all. I don't have a gap to get out in the first place.

"Miss Rosalind's guts are amazing."

I feel stunned by Fizz. Are you out of your mind?

"Oh... your eyes aren't dead no matter how much you lose"

"No, his health is also awesome. No matter how much healing magic you have, you're usually butterflies..."

"I haven't given up at all. Even if the dilk is so strong."

Everyone in the Knights is bluffing. No, I don't care about anything else. Think, how can I win? Differences in strength are historical. We just have to set up an operation. Use your head! Think, think, think!

"Rosalind, what's your special move?

You didn't see Curtis, you gave me advice. Special attack? That one! Yeah, it looks good!

"Curtis, next time I win, I'll make you lunch!

"Seriously!? Rosalind, come on!

"Rosalind, you win next!

"Little girl, suck it!

"Rosalind, fight!

You're kind of backed up by everyone. Smile, wave, and look at Dilk.

"This is the last time! Don't get out of hand, okay?

"Yeah!"

Put up weapons with each other.

"Okay, here we go!

I smile and walk loose. Hidden weapon knife in one hand. The ring remains the ring. I'll be in time for Dirk, but he's not coming at me alert and attacking me defenseless.

Dilk entered my range. I throw a knife. But above, not the forward dilk.

A flash of light and a loud bursting sound sounded as Dilk followed a knife conscious gap for a moment.

"Ugh!?

He turned behind a stiff dilk for a moment with sound and light and put the knife he was planting on his hips against his neck.

"Winner, Rosalind!

Mr. Rudolph made the decision.

"Yay!! I won!

Whether you've lost 49 in a row or not, winning is winning! Tensionmax I am high touch with everyone!

"Ugh, my eyes are still ticklish and I want to have ears... did I lose"

"Sorry, Dirk"

"No, it's a battle, and I don't mind. I know you blinked with flashes of light, but what did you do?

"It was a cat."

"Cat trick?

"You're the guy who pans his hands with his opponent's nose tip. The light attribute magic of the ring added a flash of light and amplified the sound with wind magic, so was it exactly an enhanced cat?"

That's a good old Japanese national move, it was a cat. Curtis and the others were also mastering it as an assassin's move and were taught how to do it that would make it sound louder than they normally do.

"Curtis, I promised, and I'll make lunch next time."

"Yay!

"All right! Celebrate Rosalind's victory and get her torso up!

"What?"

There was no better way to stop the brainstorming muscles that had buoyed me. Me caught lightly because I was kind of butterfly.

"Ahhhhhhh!?

I was quickly torn up. Don't let the brain muscle parade get away with you!? High! Scary! Rough! You have all three negative beats!? Hey! Mr. Dobell, don't be a Buddha, don't be a gesture. Help me!!

"Hey, help me!?

Dilk tried to help, but he also seemed tired and bounced on a thick chest plate. Oh, my God! The former assassins... no, they're gonna burst out laughing! Fizz... don't clap with me! Oh, help me!

But my wish was also somewhat of a brain muscle yoppa rider. The shitty parade lasted until late at night, falling... no, I fainted. He said I was delivered to your house by Dilk.

The next day I came to the Knights to deliver my promised lunch.

"Because!"

"Hey!"

"Not yet!

Gentlemen, are you strangely in the mood? It's my fault... I don't think so.

"Ah, it's Rosalind"

"Curtis, yes"

"What about meat potatoes?

"I'm in it. Wouldn't you all be unusually jealous?

Curtis grinned.

"Oh, Rosalind effect"

"What?"

I hear the Knights were inspired by me not to give up on losing or losing but to try and figure it out. I'm just ashamed I was desperate. I just hate losing.

Right, well, it's nice to be motivated! And I was forced to convince myself to go home.

Then for a while, once in a while, I go to the Knights to plug in,

"That's not enough! Rosalind didn't snag that she lost to Dirk dozens of times!

"Yes! There was such a difference, you won at the end! I won't betray your efforts! I'll do my best!

... or something.

"Rosalind won't let you lose! Whoa, whoa!

... and I asked him if he was, and I couldn't wait. Don't send me out to pick me up! In the Knights, I = hard-working image followed, and I = set a good example… at some point I was called in a shadow on my own with the Virgin of Effort, not the Witch King of Decrimination. By the time I realized it was too late. I can hardly remember the brain muscles, but once I do, it's impossible to override them. I made the fix over and over again but it didn't work. Because I don't want such a nasty title! That's not the Virgin's!!

Oh how did this happen already!?