Armed Summoners - Black Spears and the Brave Men of the Other World

"Nevertheless, this is just the two things that have won countless fierce battles. I'm sure you'll see all the food and drinks exciting not only for the venue, but for everyone you see around the world!

"Let's hope"

Listening to some real life and commentary, Setsuna was in the mood for the smell of a dish that tickled her nasal cavity. The hunger had been felt since the dishes were arranged on the table. It was also a tremendous hunger, and I had no idea when I was so hungry. No, until now, it may be weirder to have been able to get here without any food or drink, but I didn't even question if this was a hell of a place and a world isolated from reality.

I'm frustrated by the hunger that it's no longer a language, and my saliva is all over my mouth.

(Plenty to eat, plenty to drink...)

In the first place, it's branded as a bulimic competition.

What Setsuna was going to compete with Niewe was something she knew without having to look at all the dishes and drinks arranged on a huge table. That would mean competing for it to see how much stuff you can eat and drink. It's like a breakfast showdown at last. The difference would be that the food is not limited and surrounds the same table. Moreover, it was unclear what would determine victory or defeat beyond the differences in the cuisine lined up in front of each.

That's not surprising, even if it depends on the mood of the Edge of Thurst.

"I had no idea you and I were gonna bump into each other in the finals, Setsuna."

Neewe spoke unexpectedly, and Setuna had nothing more to be confused about.

"... er"

It was only natural to be confused as to what to respond to. Niewe is not in person. It was a fake created by Edge of Thurst for this trial, and it could be called a phantom with an entity. That's obviously why he's more beautified than Neewe in Setsuna's memory, and that's why he doesn't have one doubt about this bulimic competition. He's nothing but a stage device.

"The battle between me and your destiny, let's settle it on this occasion."

Neewe, to put it all that way, still smiled gracefully.

That's just it, a huge number of yellow voices came up from the audience, but do you mean you can see Niewe's smile even from the far side of the vast audience? No, if the audience is also a stage device for trials, it doesn't matter if you can't see it. I guess you're just cheering just to admire Niewe.

If you make that determination, it will be somewhat refreshing.

Irrational, but trials are like that.

Ever since I went to hell, there hasn't been just one such trial in favor of Setuna.

"Now it's time for the final of the 666th Ravage and Eclipse Games, here we go!

The noise of a damning bell rang along with the host's signal.

Then, when Neewe took the silver dish at hand, he cut the meat in a streamlined manner in accordance with courtesy, first carrying a slice of it into his mouth. Too graceful, I could imagine that even Setuna had ever eaten so much that she would fall in love, just growing up educated as an imperial prince, but on the other hand, she convinced me that this would not even be a battle.

There is no better way than to win this battle, although there are many things that do not fall to your heart.

Setsuna scratched it in her mouth, even an assortment of roasted meats, as she handed over the tabletop dish. Sometimes more than anything else, I am frustrated by a transcendental hunger. Driven by the desire to fill his belly as soon as possible, and also by the willingness to eat and drink more than Neewe, he thrust Setuna. Throw the dish on the tabletop into your mouth or gradually, and also push the chew with a drink appropriately.

"Niewe, it's still an elegant and gorgeous meal. Everyone in the world will be happy to see this."

"Yeah, it's really beautiful and beautiful. Appreciation for what was cooked and used as an ingredient."

"You will behave exactly as the King deserves!

"Yes."

Facts and narratives, and countless audiences, knew from the beginning that the majority of them supported and supported Niewe. They're all supposed to be players in the same row that came up to the finals. That shows that this is just the product of Edge of Thurst's imagination. There is so much to pull down, but there is no way to do it. It was Setuna herself who bought her grudge. That, too, was the only thing I could do, and the only way to make her admit it was to beat this trial.

"Setuna, on the other hand. It's still a fancy way to eat!

"In a nutshell, that's dirty."

"Is it dirty..."

"Eating tense, no respect or appreciation for ingredients, I don't see any compliments"

"Oops, is this a subtraction to virtue points"

"Unfortunately, it will be"

(What the heck!

Setuna raised her chest anger as she threw meat, vegetables and fish and everything into her mouth, driven by an unfulfilled hunger. Setsuna thought it would be better to eat more and drink more because it was a bulimic competition. That's why I try to push away the food stuffed in my mouth with a drink, without ever tasting it satisfactorily, and I'm stuffing it in my stomach, but if I hear about it being apparently a reduction target, my hands stop too.

"Forget jokes like that, Niewe is being pushed aside as it is"

"Yes. Right. This is a sacred battle to compete for bulimia. It's not about competing for the beauty of your diet."

(You gotta be kidding me!

As soon as he was stunned, Setuna had a sore throat. He unconsciously swallowed what he had just thrown into his mouth and, as a result, seemed stuck in his throat. When I couldn't breathe and was suffering, one of the beautiful women who brought me a meal handed me a drink. Setuna succeeds in pouring it into her mouth without watermark and driving the dish that was grabbing her throat into her stomach.

"Thanks, that helped!

To thank the beauty, the demonized beauty smiled back at me. The beauties are just the stage devices for this trial, too, but apparently, it turns out that Setuna can help them equally. They don't all work in Niewe's favor. If all the beauties also move only for Niewe, Setuna would have been left to behold. Of course, if I could grab the drink at hand, that would have avoided it, too.

Moisten your throat again and stare at the many dishes piled up like mountains on the tabletop.

Regardless of dying after a fierce fight with Lance of Designer and Axe of Ambition, dying of stuffing your throat with a meal is too poorly dressed.

(I see)

Setsuna had a compelling reason to see why Edge of Thurst had come up with such a ridiculous trial.

In other words, isn't the focus on how miserably we can make Setuna lose? Niewe's victory is the established route, but what matters in that case is the history and the process. How Niewe wins and Setuna loses. Can it also fail miserably and strike a great blow to the spirit of Setuna?

That is the very expression of Edge of Thurst's obstinate love for Niewe, I suppose.

(... ridiculous)

Wouldn't it be furious if their Lord knew, for example, that one of the trials of keys is used in this way?

I thought, etc., but shook my head instantly.

Rather, it might be interesting.

Black spears have that kind of place.