Black Summoner

- Gown and General Arena Guest Seating

Lion ventures out to the stage to summon an announcement. We were watching the stage better than the passenger seats. That said, my restraint has not been lifted, and I have not yet been able to get out of the triangle with Effil and Melfina on either side and Serra on the back. I'm fully healed. On the contrary, it's in excellent shape.

"Lyon, are you okay?

"My next opponent is Leonhardt, the Beast King. The struggle will be a must."

Melfina answers the worried Stra. Apparently it will stop the magical continuous chanting during the game.

"So is that, but I wonder who the Beast King is coming to look like. Looks like he's had an edge on his opponent in the game so far."

Only WW1, WW2 and WW3 were undefeated, but so far their opponents were openly upset as soon as they saw the beast king's degenerated appearance. I don't have a reason to know until I'm upset, but I expect it's because of the character of the Beast King that I've become a fighting opponent. This ability to transform will be the effect of a magic item considered a national treasure of gowns, even seen in the elves. It's definitely some kind of decorative treatment because we're bringing it into the game.

"I don't know who you're going to turn into with Lion... I knew it wasn't Kelvin?

"Me?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Dear Lion, I'm fighting your husband and Mr. Gerrard in a mock match, and isn't there a problem?

"Hmm, not for fighting normally. But..."

I'm talking about the Beast King, I didn't know what kind of mental attack he was going to make. Sesame talked to me hot at the dinner party the other day. I wouldn't have gone beyond caution. But if it's anything to traumatize Lion, hehe...

"Lion, your daughter is here. It's S.S.!

As Dahak said, when I saw the stage, Lion was just about to be admitted. A drinking storm that rises with Lion when he shows up. Apparently, the audiences that have watched previous games and become fans of Lion. Its layers range from the sentimental old couple who support their grandchildren like Gerrard to some avid supporters. As was the case at Selah's, women's appearances are rare at this Beast King Festival, where basic melee battles dominate (except for transformations and women's clothing), and the cheering of beautiful girls when they come on stage is different. That red-haired girl, Barr, was something similar when she came out.

"Yeah, looks good"

"Lyon, you're amazing. Aren't you nervous in a place so full of people?

Stra gazes at Lion with admiration. In Lion's case, it's because he's gaining 'guts' skills, but, Stra, it's okay because you're good enough to be too big. I admire how well you grew up among those princes.

"Looks like the Beast King is here."

"Are you here? Whose appearance is it?

"Brother, what's wrong? - Huh?"

This may not taste good.

- Gown/General Arena Match Stage

Rion and the Beast King, rivals of the next game, will line up on stage and be ready for battle. But the look on Lion's face opposite the Beast King was clearly upsetting. On the contrary, there was also a leak of distress from the audience.

"Oh, yeah... Beast King, is it?

"Yeah! You look like this, but I'm the Beast King, Lion"

The Beast King's transformed figure is smaller than that of Lyon, with salacious blonde hair up to her waist. The girl, who reflected Lion in her blue eyes, was a young stra. The white one-piece dress you can wear doesn't look very much like combat stuff, and you don't have any weapon-like weapons. Seems like a lady who has been dressed out of a party venue and is too crude and inadvertent to say she is here to fight.

"Leonhardt, from what I've seen, you don't seem to have a weapon... are you sure you want to start the game like this?

"It's not against the rules, is it? I don't mind."

Where does the wind blow when Ronoweh speaks for people's doubts, but the Beast King who became Stra has no problem. I didn't forget, I said I didn't come all the way here to get my stuff.

"... okay?

"It's okay! And you can't hurt me, Lion."

"What?"

"Ri, looks like they're both ready, so I'd like to get started! B-Block Final, Match - Get Started!

Ronowell's declaration of the start of the game. In the middle of the conversation, Lion simultaneously moves into a posture of set-up. My heart is shaking, but I am never caught off guard. Even if that opponent likened and looked like Stra.

"... Huh!

Even so, Stra, the Beast King walks defenselessly to Rion. Bring on the smile that Stra floats when playing with Lion and walk with Nico.

"Lion. It's me, Lion. I don't want to fight you. But, you know, in my position as king of beasts, I can't even abstain without doing anything. That's why I want you to cut me loose."

"Hey, what are you talking about!?

"Keep your words, Lion."

It is a walk at a small stride, but if you notice, the Beast King was in between Rions. It is an excellent distance to reach the Beast King if Lyon slashes it. Stra stops in that position, which is only unfavourable to himself without weapons, and watches over Lion's actions. I don't even look like I'm changing my expression.

"What's up, Lion? This is my neck, isn't it? I want you to spa me."

"Ugh, guh..."

A trap? Or are you really willing not to fight? Thoughts of doubt turn glum and hesitate Lion. But for Lion, who is more heartfelt than that, he could not choose the option of slashing his irresistible, which is also his friend, Stra.

"... well. Lyon is sweet. Then..."

"Huh... hey, hey!?

A sword in the twin swords erected by Lyon, the Beast King grips his full body in a slow motion. From the right hand I gripped, blood dripped, and the Shizuku of blood fell to the stage.

"If Lion can't do it, I'll do it for you instead"

"Come on, move it... Huh!

The Beast King directs his sword to his own throat with all his might. He is a young shtra, and his power belongs to the Beast King himself. Even as Lion resisted desperately to stop the induction, the tip of the sharp sword was twitching and steadily approaching under the white throat of the Beast King. With that, the blood is gradually drawing away from Lion's complexion.

"Ya, stop it! I don't want to win this way!

"I don't have a choice. I don't even want to fight Lion."

The Beast King, whose death is imminent but not a sweat, and Lion, who tries to stop the sword in a heartless fashion as he sweats down the waterfall. No one under this circumstance can tell which way this can be called an offense or a favorable or unfavourable advantage to victory is directed. But it was only clear that if the game continued, only a few more swords of Lion would pierce the beast.

"It's okay, because my death won't turn me into a triumph for Lion"

"That's not what I'm saying... Yikes...!

"Mm, I'm in trouble. But the only option left is to surrender, right?

The last hope of being able to avoid the tragedy, spoken of as a potpourri, towards Lion, who has become the earliest tearful eye. That word, which changed from a previous smile and was said with a slight lifting of the end of the mouth, means defeat for Lion. But it's also true that it sounds like a terribly sweet word. The tip of the sword was finally piercing the skin of the Beast King and the blood was beginning to seep.

"Surrender! Surrender!

"Oh, yeah?

"Ugh......!

The right hand of the Beast King who was let loose. Shortly afterwards, Lion, who had the power of his first glance, lost momentum and got his buttocks on.

"Ronoway, Declaration Declaration"

"Oh, yes...... I have accepted the surrender of Lyon players! Hence the B-block final!" Mirrored "Leonhardt Gown wins No! But I'm not convinced of anything!

Even though the victory of the Beast King is proclaimed, it was the booming storm, not the cheer, that covered the venue.