Alice Tale in Phantasmagoria

Fighting Games Day.

The entry itself seems to have already been completed by Kranseska, and when I finished the reception at the Coliseum, I was just transferred to the athlete's lobby.

The holding room is bigger than I thought and comfortable enough for a killer to spend time thinking about it.

Fighting tournaments continue with qualifying and final tournaments.

Sixteen can stay in the final tournament.

Preliminaries range from A to H blocks, but only two can win through each combination.

Each combination is divided into ten people, so it would be a really strong person to be able to make it to the final tournament.

Alarm, strictly forbidden.

I attach the A-block name tag replacement badge that was handed to me at the reception to the chest of my clothes.

Well, now I'll be dressed like Clancesca wanted me to be.

I guess the risk of my dangers jumps from here on out, not from the fighting tournament.

I'll pay you in advance when I'm done qualifying.

Excuse me, are you in the name of the Wilmington family?

Speak up and turn around.

He is a refreshing good young man.

Red hair with grey eyes.

The prince-style look?

"That's right. And you?"

"I am Leonil Sacramento. Entered in Group C"

There will be a clan person!?

... No, are the conditions easier compared to Kranseska?

Kranseska doesn't have a direct line other than hers.

"... I'm Alice. I'm a friend of Clancesca's."

"Really, from her personality, I thought I'd get out myself...... good"

Oh?

"You, too, should surrender within the limits of not being seriously injured. I'm sending a poor woman like you to the battlefield. She's in trouble too."

"It pains me to care - but I'm not here to play. Let me show you my strength, as her friend."

"Really... then I'll do my best"

With that said, with his hands on his chivalrous chest, he said a polite greeting with his feet in alignment, and the prince left.

Is it the knight's sword you raised on your hips?

Sacramento...

The qualifying order came.

I'm in Group A, so I'll be the first.

The qualifying is a very simple and barbaric one, divided into five groups, each of which is won out by those who control the turmoil.

If you suck, like four to one, you may be targeted.

Be quite prepared and rise to the stage of a circular arena.

It boiled down to a tragic show, where the Coliseum stand would be happening from now on.

It is a building with a diameter of about two hundred meters and has a capacity of over thirty thousand.

Looking over, it looks like a big day and it is full of gratitude.

All my opponents are tough men.

The weapon has two swords, one spear and one battle axe.

"The best qualifying hand! We'll start one of the games in Group A! The rules are simple, if you fall off this circular stage, you will be off-site and disqualified! Speaking of surrender, I, the referee, judge and disqualify! If you die, you're disqualified!

From the stage, the referee's sister has more skin tone ingredients to declare grandiose.

He's using a loudspeaker replacement demon stone in his mouth, and he's flying his voice.

"And special rules for qualifying! Suppose no flying tools!

Hey, man!

... magic like Thunder, don't use it?

I would have seen and decided on this absolutely wizard-like vibe of mine.

Cheering from the audience.

Maybe they imagine me losing and getting stripped.

Down low.

"I hope you don't lick me, really."

Wrap your hands around each other, fist each other in a glove.

Ilia and Cyra collected the material and made it my new weapon.

Castor Globe (Refined) (Note: Cyra)

Smelting beyond high quality.

That's Cyra.

This weapon makes me look like a White Soldier.

I fixed the Fairburn system. I don't have a blind spot.

... but it's a lie.

'Well, let's get started!

As soon as the referee's sister's pronouncement came, four of them rushed towards me.

- I knew it!

"Come Thunder Essence, be a blade! Light Enchant!"

Apply lightning to your own gloves.

Look at the other person.

Two of the swords are in front, a spear behind them, a belated battle axe.

Not good when surrounded.

Ideally, you should deal with them one at a time if you can.

- Then the first target is!

Magic on your feet, jump.

I jumped over the sword and the spear.

Target delayed behind, axe.

Slow response!

Having taken my back for a flying trip, I make a blow to the side of the axe looking back in a hurry.

I don't have the power, but I tap into the magic of the lightning of Intelligence 5.

My body cramped and the axe fell on the spot.

The arena is quiet.

I guess it wasn't what the audience thought it was going to be.

Just fine, let's give them one piece of advice.

"I'm risking my life, too. I'm not going to kill you on purpose - but that's why I'm not going to kill you either. You're ready there, aren't you?

I'll narrow my eyes and tell them to be just a little awesome.

You can see that the target is slightly frightened.

I'm not going to let them show strength.

This way, too, if you eat the opponent's attack, it's over.

My Battle of the White Soldiers is a long way off.

It's not like I can actually afford it.

"-!"

He used his magic to move like a circle while his opponent was sipping solids.

Mindful of the motion of disappearing from sight, the reach slaps the long and cumbersome spear from side to side.

Now stick out the palm bottom and explode the instantaneous rebellion of impact.

The magic adjustment has become tame over time.

This scaffold holds your body in place by creating a magnetic field that meets the ground more closely and blows out heavier opponents than I do.

The spear was blown up and fell off the spot.

"What the hell is going on!?

Now the two of us are left.

While I'm confused, I want to decide on a battle.

Keep going into the nose of the sword and tap into the thunderous kick.

- I'm actually good at kicking.

It's not a martial arts thing either.

A mid-level kick blows one of the swords off-site and dives into the pocket of the last sword.

Exactly not good as this, and the opponent waves his sword down, but it's too late.

Thunder palm bottom shooting through the jaw as you poke it up from the bottom, knocking it out.

"Phew."

Even the White Soldier War, we have to let him try.

Far from Till's strongest.

Because of this, the White Soldier Battle has recently begun to be handled.

The palmar floor I received in my stomach in training was painful...

Unexpectedly stomach.

"This is madness! The winner is Alice from the Wilmington family!

A loud cheer came from the venue to the proclamation of the referee's sister.

"Alice! That was great work! Again, there was no madness in the rest of my eyes!

"Thank you, Kranseska"

During the martial arts tournament, the state arranges luxury accommodation exclusively for athletes, so I'm moving there.

The family of the athlete is also known from the number of participants, so they can stay with us.

So the Ilarians are with us.

Leaning in the large room of that luxury inn, Klanceska came.

"Are you alone?

"If that butler is too rude, I'll have him wait at the entrance to the inn."

When I was told to peek out the window, a rude butler stood.

"I see."

It would always be in a better position to have someone attached to it, but you probably believe in your own arm.

Turn your back on the window and turn back to Klanceska.

"First of all, Alice, it's the reward of the promise. I wish you could have just entered and competed, but this result is harder than you can imagine."

Don't hesitate, I'll take it.

Hand me the white gold coin from Kranseska.

Oh, white gold...

I can lose my mind working, this weight.

I want to stare forever, but use my mental strength to just pack it in a leather bag.

"- Alice."

"Hmm?"

Klanceska looks at me with a serious face.

"No... not my in-laws I could tell you, but be careful"

"Hehe."

Now Klanceska tilted her neck.

"After all, I feel like I can be friends with Kranseska"

As the name of the Wilmington family, I know the risks are going to jump.

Stupid guy caught in the money and something to laugh at in his belly.

I feel intimate somewhere.

"Alice... there's nothing left to call you Clan."

Dye her cheeks and point her gaze in the direction of the day after tomorrow. She is adorable.

Okay, Clan.

- To finish, the sound of the windows smashing was almost simultaneous.

Impact on the back.

"-"

I can't breathe.

On impact, blown away.

To Kranseska, who was facing the front, I can hold him.

"Dear Alice!!

"Alice!!

Ilia, who was holding back nearby, and Kranseska, who was watching it in front of her, change her blood phase.

What the...

"- Archers? That's where the coward assassin is."

"Master! Give Alice healing magic! Please!!

"The arrows are stopped. For Christ's sake, you handy apprentice - are cowards only fast on the run?"

Till looked out the window and squealed like it didn't seem funny.

He had lost me to a sudden impact, but when he gently pressed his back, the arrow had not stabbed him.

If you look closely, pinpoint ice walls on your back.

This is what took the arrow.

After I make sure I'm safe - chills run all over my body.

Now... if Till wasn't here, death -?

My body trembles.

"Alice......"

I tremble, and Kransezka in a hug distorts my face like it hurts.

Look at that, I'll go back to sanity.

This is the risk.

"- You're going to change these Kingdoms, aren't you?

"Alice, you..."

"Clan"

"- Alice, I swear to a friend named you. Hang in the name of Clancesca Wilmington to regenerate this rotten system!

I get a strong hug from Kranseska.

I understand that this is a matter that has been distorted by Kranseska himself.

Still, I want to put it on this girl.

Use what you can use.

In a way, it's mutual.

Most importantly, because the fever caged in those purple eyes seems to have no lies.

- Thus, life-threatening martial arts competitions were opened, both during the martial arts and on a daily basis.