Black Summoner

- Gown/General Arena Match Stage

The first game of the third round is in play, and I will wait for the announcement in the aisle at the entrance to the athlete. Serra and Lion will stand out when they walk, so watch the game in special seats.

"Enough belly!? Lunch break ends with this! By sixteen warriors chosen over this, it's the beginning of the third round!

A venue springs up in the Ronowegian announcement. But how well the people of the gown can maintain this tension in the morning. I've been holding my voice for the last half day, audiences.

"Oops, last minute, but here's the announcement. It seems that the afternoon section will be absent due to the sudden ill health of the quilt in the commentary. Don't you want a commentary on even this magic item? and voices, but blah, blah, blah. You're right, so I'm a stranger from here, Ronowell. I'm single and I challenge you to live! Oh, I'll do it! I don't know Prince Cisco anymore!

"That's rough..."

I'm not sure if Sesame was shocked by the loss or if he was done to the Beast King, but apparently Prince Quilt let go of his narrative work. Prince Quilt has thereby been outspoken by Ronoweh to be a Ciscon. As a comrade, I cannot forbid sympathy.

"Sa, I will temporarily throw away cursing noises caused by personal affection! Let's get this game started! Game 1 of Game 3 of Block A, S-Class Adventurer 'Reaper' Kelvin vs. Jereol Gown, captain of a thousand gowns for being a gown hero!

When Jereol's name was called, a loud international cheer covered the arena. Jereol Gown, the best warrior in the patriotic gown, first named as the most prominent candidate for the next king. He's enough to be a hero of the gown if you borrow Ronowell's introduction. Surely he is also a master of sesame seeds in martial arts? Definitely more superficial than Sabat and others, and this one would be closer to the figure of the finished system pursued by Sabat than the Beast King. He's not going to work as foolish and evil as the Beast King. Even if you're thinking about it. Jereol is already on stage. Let's just say it's time for me to enter.

"Kelvin, it's been since yesterday's dinner party. I was still looking forward to hearing from you when you got up here. No, by the rank of adventurer, I'm the challenger."

"No, it's the same thing I was looking forward to. Let's have a good game, Prince Jereol."

"Oh, let me do my best. But will you stop the prince? That's what I call itchy."

Shake hands with Jereol and get to the starting position of the match. Hmm, what is it? I had quite a few things to talk about at dinner parties, but I'm still uncommon and unconventional as a royalty in this world, and you seem like a decent person. It emits an aura of common sense people that I haven't seen much of lately. He would be comfortable with being treated like a hero. I want the Prince of Tricen and the Witches of Delamis to be sure to apprentice Jereol. Look, the common sense man Aura is so dazzled - that, why are you feeling so dazzled up to me?

"It's WW1 featured! Let's get this game started!

I'm not going as fast as I've ever been, even if Ronoway makes the announcement to start the game. It's the same over there, and Jereol doesn't move with the armor on his arm to ask how I'm doing. Only the fist master looks just like the sesame.

"... that's surprising. I was stepping on it when I set it up right away."

"That's good, too, but don't you want to have a long game? Well, it doesn't make sense if you don't move either, and don't hesitate-"

Kick the ground and run to the front. Jereol glances slightly at me for jumping straight in the front, but he seems to be holding onto me. The speed that Sabato showed in the second round should be comparable to the highest speed, but can it come with this speed on the boulder? Then let's start here.

"Huh!"

"Grr!?

A serial strike of the sword. Jereol accepts, pays, and accepts with his armrest the blade that will be released shortly after breathing.

"Oops, was the look after the opening the quiet before the storm!? Kelvin, rush! I can't see the sword in my regular life! You look like a Jereol player, or you look like you're covering all of your attacks! By saying…, let's check on the video, which is the legacy of the quilt."

While I'm checking with Slow, the game goes on, though. It feels like it's coming from the sword, because it sees Jereol on the other side of the defense, and if you're thorough with the defense, it's a piece of paper. Ok.

"Whoa, whoa! What kind of offense is that? The flowing streak is also brilliant, but Jereol, who recieves all of it, is also sober - eh?

"Ugh... hey, what's the joke?

Ronowell, with his gaze back on stage, loses his voice, and Jereol stares sharply at me.

"Why, put the sword here!?

"Ke, Kelvin, I stabbed my sword in the stage and let go of my hand like that. Ah!? I mean, this stage, it's not as hard as a sword piercing!

Yes, I let go of my sword. In other words, it is a state of bare hands.

"Why, didn't I tell you? He wants to enjoy this time for a long time. Later, you know... I've just been beaten up in some of my comrades' melee fights, and I'd like to test my powers once and for all."

"... so you say throw away your gains. I can't use magic, at this Beast King Festival. against this Jereol."

"Yeah, well. I recently learned my skills in" Martial Arts, "and the test drive. You can't beat the Beast King or Pretty if you can't do that much, can you?

It's bad for Jereol, but compared to those two, he's called a hero, and he becomes quite an understatement, too. Positionally, about Azglad? I don't have any fine dust to worry about losing now even if I can't use the magic, but it's not good to not move my body at all, considering later games. It's a math to ask heroes to accompany sparring for a little while.

"... Huh! It won't be easy to keep an army of gowns."

"It's an honor."

Jereol never gets on with a statement that can also be taken as my provocation, but lightly touches the bracelet equipped on that wild upper arm. "The Bracelet of the Sharp Beast," similar to the gear Sabato used in his match with Lion. Jereol seems to listen to me and do everything he can for this game after guessing everything. I haven't even given up winning yet.

"Phew... a whole body of spirits, bump... eh!

Jereol jumps in as a beast. Now, the serrative martial arts that would have determined the Doya face in the audience by now, I wonder how far it will work.

- Gown/General Arena

"Hmm, Jereol is also defeated. Only you and Eugene will stay in my gown. You can't say anything about Sabat and the others in WW3."

"Meh, it's not nice..."

Diagram of a hero in a gown scolded by his wife and draped by a beast ear. After a game with Kelvin that spanned dozens of times, Jereol had asked the Beast King to call him. Around the bandages wrapped around the body, the result is speculative. By the way, next to the Beast King, the quilt had already fallen, but he decided it was dangerous to pry into the matter, and Jereol decided not to see his brother's body.

"By contrast, the Kelvin party still has all four of them winning. It's a little pathetic as a host country."

"Father, don't I still have it!

Eugère Gown speaks up to the Beast King. He is the prince of his second brother, who is good at handling bows. He is also a famous beast man as a beautiful man, with great strength. It is popular after Jereol with a good man who is both in the alley and water.

"Well, that temper and all right. Then let's go to the next match with Washi, Eugère's first love opponent. Hmm, if you ask me, Eugère, you will surely defeat this trial!

"... Huh?

But he is also a pathetic prince who has become less comfortable with women as a result of the repetitive trials of the Beast King. As a result of the troubles, Eugère abstained from the game. This led to the decision to enter the Beast King's B-block final without a fight.