Atelier Tanaka

The next day, the third day, the tournament begins with the second round.

Finished sixteen games by yesterday, fifteen games left. The whole itinerary will be thirty-one games, so things like roughly a turning point. When it comes to making progress on schedule, we are hit by an unscheduled incident. However, orbital modification would still be possible enough.

I'm going to do my best to win the Brave Men of the West.

There is more to consider than a combination of tournaments. Explosives found just before the opening ceremony. I can't even tolerate a single failure regarding this one. Therefore, Busamen have a meeting with Gong in the early morning after refraining from the main battle just before.

"I looked around the venue, but there was nothing suspicious."

"That's above all".

We are in the process of discussing how to proceed with future competitions. If he decides he sucks, he can't force it until he pushes this on the boulder. I was also thinking about postponing the tournament for a good reason.

Given the city's revenue and expenditure, extending the tournament for a few days is never all bad. I don't know about the end participants, but I was wondering if the merchants and aristocrats would reluctantly accept this by mistake to be good on their own.

It just didn't seem necessary.

"What do we do? My husband."

"If that's the case, shall we keep going?"

"... you okay?

"I think it's dangerous to be weak here."

Now I feel understandable about the reaction of modern society to terrorism, which may seem excessive. Probably because it's the most effective way to aim down. I don't mind up there. Of course, I don't suppose the other person would use the word terrorism in doing so.

"Okay. If that's the case, I understand."

"Thank you for all your hard work"

Doing so, the office door was inadvertently knocked.

Concon and I got smacked about three times in a creepy condition.

Who would it be this early in the morning?

"Yes, go ahead"

Upon Busamen's guidance, the door slowly opened.

It was Professor Journal who showed up.

An unexpected guest.

"This is Professor Journal, how have you been?

"When I asked your Lord's maid, I heard she was here. I'm sorry I'm busy, but I need to talk to you about something. Can't you just give me a minute? Of course, after this discussion is over, it's settled."

"If that's the case, let me ask you something right now."

"Is that good?

"I just finished talking to him this way."

"I see, that's gratifying"

From the great people in the school city, I immediately consult with them and find myself in a position of refusal. What would it be like? Where Busamen corrected his posture, Gong, who read the air, started walking towards the hallway.

"Well, I'm going to the venue first."

"Excuse me, thank you"

"Oops!

If you snort well, you leave.

Footsteps retreated early as the door of the room closed in a petty manner.

Soy sauce facial consciousness turns to the professor.

His mouth moved again where his gaze matched each other's.

"It's a wall that exists in the main battle, but when are we going to break it?

"...?

Ugh, it's a topic that suddenly penetrated.

To tell the truth, the next game, the treatment of the wall I was thinking of having Professor Journal dispose of. Being someone who can break this because it is a wall that the demonic aristocracy could not break, one must choose more or less opponents.

In that regard, no one is more convenient than the person in front of you.

"Initially after visiting this city, I was forced to examine the walls surrounding the city on my own, but after all, that is not a substitute that can be destroyed by people. Then, at your behest, I thought it would be a good thing to treat it in the right place."

"I see, the boulder is Professor Journal. Sounds familiar to you."

However, I didn't think it was checked to its hardness.

Has he come to threaten Busamen?

No, only this guy, I don't think he'd do such unproductive things.

"Perhaps your belly will handle the walls in the next match, the game of Noh."

…………

What should I do? They even read it in our hands.

The boulder is the representative of the school city.

"… what story would Professor Journal like to talk about?

"No, it's not that tough."

"What do you mean?

"As with Sir Farren again, I'd like to face the wall that that dragon made, directly from the front. Please, in Nong's game, I want you to wait for the processing against that wall. That's what I want. What do you want me to do? I can't do this, can I?

"I see."

If that's the case, I'm convinced.

It just contradicts his words.

"But are you sure? It seems contrary to what I just found out."

"Even if you know you can't, it's a creature called People who wants to try."

As if you were a young child, try to get a nickel and an uncontrolled grin.

I don't even hate that kind of soy sauce face.

Also, you can make a loan to the person in front of you, because it's big. Because you're the type of person who can't get through bribes and all that, you should earn points for it in these places.

"... I understand"

"Oh, you can take that into account!

"I look forward to Professor Journal's game"

"He'll say things that aren't in my heart again."

"No, that's not true."

"What do you say?

Plus, I appreciate the attitude of enjoying the tournament positively.

It's an endless battle of incidents, all of which basically come from the positive consciousness of the participants. Therefore, as a busamen, I believe that it is never all bad. If that makes everyone happy, I think it's worth the effort.

The tournament is also a turning point, where we want to move forward willingly.

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[Sophia perspective]

The tournament begins today with Game II.

Will the maid watch the game in the pantry, as she did yesterday? By the way, the first game will be better contested by Master Estelle and the Knights of other countries. Between you two there is an opening as old as my daughter and father. Dear Estelle, are you okay?

"Come on, should I introduce you to the players again?

The voice of Master Vertical Roll echoes the venue.

Looks like we'll be chatting about this the other day.

"On the left over the VIP table is Elizabeth Fitzclarence, a Kirin child proud of the Fitzclarence family of the Penny Empire, a talented girl who keeps the Viscount Territory in her mid-teens. Wow. Your modest breasts are so adorable and lovely that they don't match that title, huh?

"Become!?

You're really well.

I heard from Estelle before. They say that everything is due to a lot of things from time immemorial to the Fitzclarence family and the Ahern family, Master Vertical Roll's home. They say its origins are ancient and date back to when the Penny Empire and the Pussy Republic were in the same country.

Is that why I'm not reluctant to interact between you two?

I'm sure it's been this kind of pattern for a long time.

However, when it comes to the expression of everyone in the venue, it is difficult. Many fears are Estelle, the Grand Duke's Lady, so if you laugh poorly, you may also be afraid of hitting your neck. Some people are laughing at the imperative shapes, and it seems so hard.

"I'm Pascal Halaoun, head of the Knights of the Domcorn Republic, for this. Wow! In the first round, a powerful make-killer defeated an athlete who specializes in magic directly from the front. I wonder if this game will pay attention to that sword move?

Compared to the introduction of the Knights Commander, the difference is remarkable.

By the way, what neighborhood is the Domcorn Republic? Since I started acting with Mr Tanaka, I have more opportunities to meet with people from other countries. What do you want to see with your own eyes is the pale thoughts that have sprouted recently?

"Then it's the beginning of the game."

The first game of WWII began with the voice of Master Vertical Roll.

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The battle between the Knights of this country and Estelle was one-sided.

The reason is biased flying magic.

The Knights Commander did not have an effective means of attacking Lolivich, who flew into the air with the start of the game. Still, initially, he handled it without taking it up and panicking. I was back and forth in a calm manner with the magic coming down from overhead.

It wasn't until a few minutes had elapsed that the look began to rush.

Lolivich, who never comes down from the sky, and magic without signs of stopping. The fact that, on the contrary, we are gaining momentum. The wind direction of the game seemed different in him. There is also a loss of room in the way you wave your sword.

It is the vertical roll reality that has taught me this.

"Apparently, Pascal is off the hook."

I wonder what that means.

I also want you to tell me on the soy sauce face.

Chirali, glancing at the vertical roll, Doya's face returned.

Sadism, I don't have a very good eye for it.

I want to be fully raised.

"Yesterday's game, the prolonged exercise of flying magic, like that shown by the mayor of this city and the high elf alchemist, is a very high hurdle, at least for humans, huh? It would be even more difficult to do it if it stood still at one point while using other magic."

Speaking of which, the exorcist aristocrats said that, too.

You think it's hard to fly for more than half an hour?

You think you also need taste to stand still at one point?

Definitely because I struggled to get used to the latter myself again.

"Perhaps Pascal thought Liz would soon come down to the ground with a bat. I'm starting to wonder how long I should keep avoiding magic because I can't see it getting tired all the time."

I see, is that what you mean?

Ku, yes, the pleasure of getting one on the vertical roll.

I want to be abused more.

"Huh..."

Pascal players who start to rush even more when they point out the stars.

Something a little pathetic.

On the other hand, there is an extra voice from above the sky.

"Can we afford another half day?

"Become..."

Lolivitch pretending not to be amazing. With this in mind, Pascal's expression is a stunning colour. Rather, it's a reaction I'm just saying it's on me to bat first. I have already plundered myself into magic more than once, and by the way, I have also been injured.

At this point, the game feels settled.

Now, by the way, I finally understand why Lolivich was dressed as a man. When you float your body with flying magic, it's to prevent bread from coming from below. Thanks to this, there are still busaments in the advanced system that Opantz is not worshipping.

"Knock..."

One or eight, or a knight captain who threw the sword in his hand at Estelle.

The sensation of jerking off is so vivid.

But it was also easily bounced due to Lolivich's produced ice column. Making a dry noise with Kevin, the goods, which would never be cheap, flew in the direction of the day after tomorrow. The destination of the fall is off site.

…………

"Should we just keep going?

Lolivich, who stopped hitting the magic, asks from the sky.

"... surrender"

It's a tough call.

Estelle, it's a complete win.

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[Sophia perspective]

Master Estelle, who finished the game, is back in the holding room.

"Good luck..."

And I rose above the chair, and I rushed under it. Then there are those who went below her before such a maid. Its back, which appeared much more than its sides, stood in front of Master Estelle.

"Richard's daughter, the battle this way was great"

"Sir Farren?

"It was the best place to make the public aware of the possibility of flying magic"

"Oh, is that so? I'm so sorry to hear that."

It's a compliment to visit the room or be hung up.

The boulder ester also seems a little surprised.

Will the maid travel unhindered by the scum and the two of you? You are in a standing position to take half a step back and let me see you from the side. There's no way I'm going to talk to Estelle instead of Master Farren.

"But it's not really that good. That was the way I could win. His sword moves, confirmed in the previous game, were nothing but a threat. It would have been a blow if I'd been nostalgic, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to get in."

Shortly after she was told, she was looked over to tour the room.

Probably looking for your own opponent.

I just don't see him here.

For losers, it must still be a difficult place to stay. Some people are like Farren, who takes a leg without any idea, but that stays in the minority. The majority of athletes are removed from the holding room with defeat.

Is this where the population density is gradually decreasing thanks to you?

It's cute that Mr. Elf is in the corner drinking tea quietly. Grab the cup with both hands, it's supposedly fuh-fuh.

"Nevertheless, your game was a suggestion of a new form of magical battle. Nobody else did it, it's very big that we did it. It's also in a way that follows his dragon and high elf matches."

"Oh, is that so?

Dear Farren, it's a beta compliment.

Wouldn't Estelle look more satisfied?

"I've been feeling it for a long time. In the near future, the Wizards' stage will be empty."

"Looking at him and his friend acquaintances makes me feel that way too"

"To do that, we have to improve."

"Right."

Instead, ask about the other people who were in the holding room, and everyone and he will be paying attention to the conversation between the two of you. Many have listened with interest. Some of them appeared to be journal-like representatives of school cities.

Dear Estelle, state-of-the-art magic stories, they look great. I admire it.

"By the way, one thing I'm sure you don't mind?

"I wonder what?

"If I kept going like that, would it be like a half an hour or something?

"No, I already said I could go twice that."

"Well, that's an interesting story. I can't believe it's the flying magic I teach at school."

"Huh? Oh, uh, well, maybe..."

"Would you mind setting up a few seats later, if I could?

"Could it be better after the tournament? It may be a humble story, but I'm looking to win. I'm sorry for the brave men in the west, but I'm never gonna lose my hand, and if there's a gap, I don't care about getting in."

"Um, that would be natural. Looking forward to it, Elizabeth."

With a small grin on his mouth, Master Farren said. I'm not even laughing out loud, but you look so happy. I know it's very rude to say this, but it's a very innocent grin.

With that said, it may be the first time you've heard of Farren being called by your name about Master Estelle.

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Well, the eighteenth game that goes on is our Dragon City Wall.

Thanks to this and the explanation given in the first round, the venue is also staring at the monolith on stage in such a way as to know on its own. In contrast, on the front of it is the appearance of Professor Journal, who celebrated the game in full swing.

"Is this game going to be okay?

There is a suspicious gaze from the vertical roll.

I know exactly what you're saying. I am anxious about soy sauce facially. I am mainly anxious to hear from the venue. I wonder if it would be impossible to collect if the Demon Guided Noble had failed and even more Professor Journal had failed. I'm afraid a yarase gaze is going to be pointed at me.

But you have no choice because you only hope for yourself.

"Well, the next game continues in Game One with the Dragon City Wall"

Announced to take MC progression from vertical roll.

Let's get right on with it.

"I will be a journal professor of participation over the school city for this. If you are one to be placed in academia, few of you will not know its name. Sir Farren tore this wall apart at all costs, but what will happen next?"

Chirali, the professor gave me my gaze.

Whatever it is, it would mean never getting your hands on it.

It's okay. I understand.

"Well, let's get started."

But somehow, that's it. Only this block of games makes me feel like it's the type of event to pull out a sword stabbed in a rock. At the very least, it will hit Estelle right in WWIII, so you'll want to make sure you break it there.

If it were her, I'm sure you'd understand Busamen's thoughts.

As a result, FitzClarence's daughter gets the title of the best wizard in the world.

Maybe it sucks a little.

"Well, it's been years since my chest has grown so loud."

Welcome the wall to the front, Professor Journal tells you.

From its calm appearance, I can't find a single shard of tension. Looking at the walls in a relaxed way, what's the matter now, is it like an imaginary face or something? I can't help but want to take it this way at my age.

With that said, does Professor Journal have any family, etc.?

If you have a pretty virgin grandson or something, I'd love to introduce you.

I want to get it out alive on the assumption of giving birth.

"I wonder what Professor Journal is going to do? I'm curious."

The longitudinal roll of the boulder is also very popular with him as a front. With a cautious eye, I stare at that figure. Even if she's in the style of stirring it up for now, she seems to weigh herself even when Professor Journal is with her opponent.

Fusafusa's beard is the best.

This is true of the audience gathered in the venue. Everyone is looking at the other side of the professor and professor with a tense eye. Maybe his presence is bigger in this world than the soy sauce face imagines.

Slightly, such a professor saw movement.

"Yuuka"

Take a step as you are prepared.

The signs weighed just as much as he deserved in the years he had been overlapping.

I pulled a step back in front of the soy sauce face and let it talk, but I'm probably actually confident that it's not much. I was looking forward to battling with the Demon Guided Nobility, and maybe its calm standing behavior is the kind of person who hates losing and loves winning and losing.

In doing so, he starts whining about something spell-like.

Everyone in the venue stares at this with a nervous face.

A magic formation emerged at the feet of the professor about the size of a radius of two or three meters and began to shine. It's a bright red brilliance that feels very powerful. From this, the same color of light begins to rise from the foot to the sky.

Wouldn't that be a very strong effect?

I expect a lot of busaments.

Professor Journal was able to break it, though the demonic nobility could not break it.

I have a feeling that such real robustness is going to be the best complaining.

Slightly, he heads to the front wall for action. Instead, I put my right arm up front. It's the shape of a flat hand against a wall. The rigorous condition of the other unseen motions goes hand in hand with the old body with plenty of piercing locks in extremely good standing behavior.

"Yuki, the glow of overflowing and unraveling than nothingness"

Decision-making dialogues smell blue and cutthroat.

As he mutters, a magic formation rises at the tip of his palm.

At the same time, a thinner yarn-like glow was emitted.

It's like a laser.

As thick as a ballpoint pen, the light emits laser shapes.

It goes to the very roots of the wall. Apparently it is linked in the direction indicated by the normal line of the palm. As his arm moves from right to left, the laser moves from right to left as well.

I somehow understood what I wanted to do.

You want to cut it crisp.

…………

It's just not cut.

A wall that hasn't cut at all.

Over the course of a few dozen seconds, they were slowly taken from end to end, but no change was seen on the walls. It doesn't even produce burnt marks. Is that the light of a laser pointer, for example, salt plum like a blackboard stroke?

…………

Once again, the professor glances at the wall with the same laser.

However, there is no change in the walls.

No, there was a little bit. Hey, really slight, but missing the corner part at the base of the wall. An earlier shard of Karan and his pinky finger rolled over the stage. It is of such a size that it is difficult to confirm from the audience.

That was just it.

No matter how many times I repeat myself after that, I see no new reactions.

On the boulder. You can't decide Professor Journal as a winner with this. If you don't at least vacate one of the holes, I have a problem convincing the audience. Personally, I think even one shard is amazing.

…………

In doing so, the professor himself began to see a change. Ha ha, my care gets rough, and even starts to raise and lower my shoulders. The gaze at the wall is also troubling because it becomes heartless or suspicious.

Eventually, the glow emanating from his fingertips was also lost.

I'm trying too hard to have a cerebral infarction or something. I don't care.

Name: Word Journal

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Level: 142

Job: Mage

HP: 21200/21200

MP: 0/29088

STR: 6320

VIT: 10058

DEX: 12003

AGI: 4200

INT: 48900

LUC: 8901

Apparently, I've overused my magic.

It was a heartwarming performance until along the way, but more plain than the pivotal last part could have imagined. Thanks to this, everyone in the venue is losing the words that go on. Or watching the audience, uh, what did you do now? A gaze like that is flying.

Slightly, the voice rose from the person.

"... su, sorry, I can't"

Heading this way, Pecori, professor of journals with his head down small.

It's cheating to say it like it's a little brown.

I can't feel sorry for what I pulled so far. I feel very uncut. I wonder what it's like to be ashamed of yourself. I wonder if there is something for him to enjoy.

I think it's so hard to distract the atmosphere like this.

The venue is completely overnight.

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[Sophia perspective]

Also, my stomach is hurting.

Yesterday, abdominal pain, if you think you've gone beyond the mountains, has restored momentum at its peak, once again withholding your own appearance to the present. Thanks to this, should the toilet be repeated several times and the buttocks rubbed off without leakage and the red ones stick?

It's hard to get with the human body.

…………

We can't even afford to have checked on the game already.

Sitting on a sofa provided mid-way through the room, holding your abdomen in your hands, you are absolutely warming your stomach. Please, he wants it to be at ease just during the game, or just until we surrender. I would never want more than that.

While I was doing that, my voice rose from the venue.

Apparently, there's been a battle.

Looks like Professor Journal couldn't break the wall.

"Whoa! Want to see that one now!? We destroyed it! I want to destroy that one!

But Master Farren, we keep it very busy.

You will point to the top of the stage at the window and call whoever you want. That's already exciting. Dear Farren, it's been a long time since I've seen anything so busy. Since one incident on Mount Pepe.

And the walls at heart aren't broken at all. Dear Farren, did you overdo the magic and finally get bogged down? No, everything is irrelevant even if you care. Instead, maids can't afford to pay any other attention.

I just endure abdominal pain even in my oligarchy.

"Dear Sophia, I'd like your support."

A maid called out that she didn't put her hair in between and it was mine only.

"Huh..."

I understand it's a complete eight.

However, I hate her so much.

That pale statement is regrettable.

If it's going to happen, you definitely want to take her place. Why should I wear made-up clothes and walk to a magic and martial arts tournament with my body hurt by abdominal pain? I miss the days I spent in the Penny Empire school dorm.

It was the days spent in the same place that were the ideal life for me.

I was blissful every day I spent muddy, taking care of Mr. Tanaka, etc.

"This way. Best regards,"

"Ha, ha..."

I want to try to be a part of it someday.

I feel like getting big and pulling my own dedicated girlfriend on the battlefield who gets bored with abdominal pain.

They're going to start a second round of such a humble but shallow maid.

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Well, the game that follows is a battle between Sophia and Dr. Editor.

Though I think it's okay, my soy sauce face makes me nervous.

To be honest, I can't imagine what it would be like if the two of them fought directly from the front. Capably, the latter would be overwhelming. However, if the former's equipped high rack worked to protect her, it's no wonder what happened.

So an announcement with a little tension.

"So here's the next game..."

When Busamen spoke up, a voice returned from the stage to obstruct this.

It's nobody else, it's from Dr. Blonde Lorim Chimchi.

"Oh, sorry about that, but one thing, okay?

"What is it?

Naturally, let me ask you something.

Ask him not to understand the tension.

Then, where it was continued, the response from the teacher was not expected for the soy sauce face.

"I'm sorry, but I want you to abstain in this game"

This is an unexpected consultation.

Personally, I assumed that the teacher would gently take the maid off-site and gently assume the flow of feeling towards the next game. Sophia's undefeated before the game starts, though I'm too anxious about the future.

At times, surprises were raised from the venue. Because the game between the teacher and the lorigon was already exciting. According to Gong's report, everyone was looking up at the game between the two, both outside the venue and throughout the city of Dragon City.

"Say..."

My teacher said I was worried about judgment.

"Anyway, we had a tough fight with the mayor here. Not very much, but not strong enough to fight in this place again. There's not enough momentum left for me to fight through the next game."

Busamenically, that was a very thankful word.

There's also the fact that you're bothering to set up a lorigon.

If the restorative magic of God's mark is not Dada or insanity, the teacher's health should be complete. Yesterday I visited Lorigon in return for interest in her room and was cackling on the bed. The soy sauce face also let the occassions shrug this, so there is no mistake.

Aren't you a good woman at all, Dr. Blonde Lorim Chimchi?

She is several times more alive than she is if she thinks calmly, and dozens more if she does poorly. And the spirit to prepare. Thinking about it makes me feel so harsh all the time. Usually because it's too hefty.

"You wouldn't mind, would you? Count Tanaka."

I get chest cum without thinking about other manners.

"Yes, sir."

I can't say I don't like boulders.

In the first place, it is against the rules for the tournament management to prohibit surrender. If that ever happens, it's gonna be a pretty egregious tournament.

"Sophia Bacon will not win this match."

In the next quarterfinals, the maid hits with the brave men of the west.

It's not all bad to think about it that way. She is happy to be able to get off the stage with peace. Happy to be able to get the West Brave to the semifinals without having to struggle with the soy sauce face either. The brave men of the west are happy without having to struggle in the game.

Everybody's happy. Great.

I see. Was this what her high LUC wanted to do?

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At the end of the game, the soy sauce face headed to the holding room.

A brief pause in the Games. Toilet time.

Masked players appear in the next game. It's tough to have a surprise, just in case, like Dr. Lorigon or Dr. Editor. Prior status checks are essential. Especially if the other person becomes a person in the Great Holy Nation.

For his opponent is our brave man in the west. With the status of the brave, it seems that the concurrent participants will have no problem. However, it is right here to be fully fledged. It is difficult in case of defeat, etc.

I want you to destroy this place for sure and strip me of my identity.

"Excuse me, may I have a moment?

"Hmm? What?

The brave man in the west who was just about to leave the room now.

As you speak to him, check on the holding room.

Then, in the corner of the room, I discovered him in a mask, waiting to be hung by the wall. He looks like the same systemic robe. I don't know about that title. But isn't it hot on boulders? It seems to steam best during the game or something.

Name: Millennium Marseille

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Level: 73

Job: Saint Knight

HP: 3020/4120

MP: 7000/8900

STR: 3300

VIT: 3130

DEX: 5011

AGI: 6138

INT: 10100

LUC: 4104

It's okay. There's no sign that the contents have been replaced.

And from this hall to the venue, it is tied in a no-access zone, except for those involved. It is impossible to come into contact with an outside person on the way. Access will only be available to the management of the Games. The entrance and exit of the holding room are also the elite of the Dusk Regiment, making the eyes of vigilance shine.

Actually, there's something I'd like to talk to you about this evening.

"To me? All right, I'll try to get to your room."

"Thank you"

Finally, I will make a statement about tomorrow's quarterfinals.

Now you can safely come to the next game.

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"Now I'd like to start the twentieth game."

There's already an athlete on the stage. As the representative of our Penny Empire, the brave men of the west, the flag of the Demon King, are defeated. As well as yesterday, you are fully armed and kept in the best condition with the full heel of your soy sauce face over the course of the day.

The opponent is masked.

The reality is to make it an intermediary from the Great Holy Nation, the Holy Knight of the country. I checked with Professor Journal and the exorcist nobility, so I'm pretty sure. You think he's a known person there? Doesn't seem like a pretty high status Dada.

Around that participation, I honestly cannot gauge whether it is his arbitrariness or his totality as the Great Holy Nation. However, it must be a fool in any case. Because the brave men of the west are more overwhelmed.

It belongs to this one as long as the mask is peeled off on the stage.

Upon confirmation of that face, let me scream his name and title from the body where the soy sauce face has met in the past. He might scream that he is different. However, there are large numbers of noble and royal eyes in the VIP table. I guess we'll see how far we can make excuses.

"Towards the west comes Star the Elusion, the proud brave man of our Penny Empire. I showed you a very powerful game in the first round: deciding to win or lose with one blow. I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of battles we'll see in this match."

The Holy Knight, who was making Buybuoy say in the Great Sacred Kingdom, was defeated by the brave men of the West.

That fact will be quite a punchy publicity in this tournament. I'm sure you'll be satisfied with your majesty. If you defeat the brave men of the east in further matches and finals, the dominance of the Penny Empire will be decisive in defeating the Demon King's Market.

Fine.

That's great.

"Everything against this is under its mask, a mystery, Bachelor player. The first round had a fierce game with Nicholas, the court wizard. Will this match also look forward to a battle full of vitality"

Come on, let's get this over with.

If the pre-lunch game prolongs, it won't give the audience both.

"This will be our last game this morning. Please, get started."

Announcement of the start of the match from the soy sauce face.

Then it was the brave men of the west who moved earlier.

Behind it came the magic formation. I saw the design yesterday. Apparently, he's also thinking about putting Keri on the same magic as he did in World War One yesterday. I don't know about the competition, but as for this one, I'm glad.

On the other hand, it is the Holy Knight of the Grand Holy Kingdom who receives this and does not make it microscopic. The convenience of confirming his power in the first round, he looks strong out of a rush. Still not speaking of surrender is the manifestation of pride as a man of the Great Holy Nation?

"Oh hey, this is brave star player, I have a hunch about the big moves!

I can't give up all this game to a vertical roll. Let me push the brave men of the west all the way here. Ignore though the vertical roll looks boring. I'll blame you for your words later. This is what two birds say with one stone.

"Sorry for you, but I'll let you decide this game with one blow too"

…………

Even though the brave man in the west asks, he has no reaction to the opponent.

Just zip over the mask, do you just stare at them? I think I can afford to scratch some of the magic, but I can't even feel the will. Is there any way?

In doing so, the brave Kime magic stands by. The glow of the magic formation culminates. He keeps telling me to shoot him off quickly, sprinkling the wind around him with Bombun, and his eyes are dazzling.

"I said eat it!

The arm was fronted and swung down against the opponent.

A band of light emanates from the center of the magic formation without being able to hold your hair in between. That's beam cannon whilst. So brilliant that you can't look directly at too much glare. Billy and the entire atmosphere of the venue begin to tremble. Feels like it sounds on the inside of my stomach, but it's a little comfortable.

The runoff of light emitted is the excess thickness by swallowing two or three people. I instantly pushed on and swallowed a challenger from the Grand Holy Nation. It is an instant event that there is no time to scream. In the first round, after the light had subsided, there was the appearance of the opponent who had fallen off the scene.

Perhaps this time it will be the same.

"It's awesome magic. Is the boulder the brave man of the west!

I'm dazzled and I don't see it well, but I'll just guess.

The audience must remember that the brave men of the west are the strongest. I don't feel kind of disgusted, but I don't think I can beat the influence of the Grand Holy Nation without this much.

Would it have shined for a dozen seconds or so in time?

Eventually, the glow starts to show off to fit.

Everyone's attention is on the stage, around where Bachelor was standing.

"Huh..."

I found a soy sauce face there.

Not unlike just before the magic was unleashed, the figure of an unseen knight captain with no sign of a move. That's not why the robe is burning, or the mask is off. It stands flat, as if nothing had happened.

"Ko, what is wrong with this!? Bachelor, you're safe!

"Stupid......"

The brave men of the west are fiercely surprised.

Even Busamen were surprised.

I didn't think you were such an idiot.

"There is no sign of one scuff wound sustained in the wake of Lord Brave in the West! How did you withstand the blow now!? I wonder what was going on in that dazzling glow!

Or the brave man in the west, isn't that bad?

Name: Star The Elusion

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Level: 152

Job: Brave

HP: 45000/45300

MP: 10100/21130

STR: 29101

VIT: 14750

DEX: 23023

AGI: 10010

INT: 2014

LUC: 21490

The magic has been greatly reduced.

In doing so, the Holy Knight of the Great Sacred Kingdom ran out.

Plus, it's so fast.

Run with your sword to the brave men of the west with one hand. Moreover, his sword is sparkling when. From base to tip, a pale glow covers the entire blade. I'm pretty sure some kind of magical potency has been granted.

"Knock..."

…………

Kin and the tall sound echoed the venue.

The brave man in the west also pulls out his sword again and receives the sword of the Knights Commander, who has now been swung down exactly from the upper steps. That look looks pretty harsh. He eats up his tight teeth and has deep wrinkles between his brows. I'm shaking my arms and other pulls.

"Hey, what a heavy sword..."

The whining finally emitted seems spicy everywhere.

That seems like a step ahead of the limit.

The Holy Knight's arm moves to hang on to this chase.

I think I drew my sword once, I repeat it twice and three times, striking it into small pieces. A series of behaviors is so light that it is that it does not make you feel the weight of the sword. It's like even a fly slap is swinging.

"Gu, bu, bu..."

Thanks to this, the brave men of the west are on the defensive side.

Beating given without rest. I'm going to be outdone with a sword with this in my hand. A series of stand-up behaviors is terribly dangerous, and honestly, I can't watch. He's going to be slashed at the next moment, too. I can't even say I'm antagonizing flattery.

So I guess, the limits came first.

A blow of the Holy Knight strikes its chest beyond the protection of the brave men of the west. The cutting tip glances through the armor from top to bottom. A root-tense armor made of metal made a tall noise with Kin according to the flow of his blade.

Everyone pays attention to something.

The chest of the metal armor he wore crushed ahead.

"Become..."

The eyes of the brave men of the west are stunned open.

The holy knight's arm moved without being able to hold his hair.

…………

I unleashed a poke at the hole in the armor that was just crushed right now.

The brave men of the west shelter this with their own arms. Apparently, I've given up dodging. Throw away the sword in your hand and cross your left and right arms in front of your chest. with caged hands and their own meat to block the direction of impending cutting-edge travel. The soy sauce face also stands by for healing magic.

At the next moment, the sword of the Holy Knight did not hesitate to pierce the brave man's arms.

"Knock..."

The brave man's body collapses.

He got both knees on the stage. The Holy Knight stepped on its shoulder with one foot, as well as pulling out the pierced sword. A large amount of blood is spit out of the open wound. It dyed his worn robes and masks bright red from top to bottom.

The wound was piercing through his arms and poking shallow at his chest.

"Ahhh..."

A distressed voice rose from the mouth of the brave man.

Never mind. The Holy Knight lays down his sword. The sword swept up was capturing the opponent's neck. If you think of the blow in this way, the amputation can be easily seen in anyone's eyes. The blood flowing to convey the blade glowed dull when the sun lit up.

"Huh... Guh... Ugh..."

On the other hand, right beside himself, I guess I perceived signs of the other person moving. It was the brave men of the west who raised their jaws. I have not survived the danger with one body more than once on Dada. Its crisis-sensing capabilities are significant.

That's all he could have done.

"... this is surrender"

…………

A surrender is heard from the brave men of the west.

Defeat until no skin is complete.

No, no, no, that would be a little crazy.

Let me check the status of the Holy Knight for the soy sauce face.

Name: Eid S. Hermes

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Level: 437

Job: Virgin

HP: 13310/16120

MP: 190001/208001

STR: 12030

VIT: 10655

DEX: 101000

AGI: 13710

INT: 151210

LUC: 19420

Seriously. Long time no see.