Black Summoner

- Gown/General Arena Match Stage

It was the first round of the final tournament and the start of the match between Kelvin and Leonhardt, the Beast King. But the two still don't try to show up.

"Mmmm... it's time, but you two players aren't coming in"

"Hmm. Maybe Father and Kelvin are taking the time to get ready until critical. Last time I played Father's game, I had a way of winning Kelvin's sister, Lion, against whom I couldn't say it was legitimate. It would be exorbitant for Kelvin to drown Lyon. They're likely to come after painful retaliation."

"On the other hand, Father will know that. I'm not the kind of person who gets revenge for shutting up."

"Whew! Dear Jereol, Eugère, thank you for your explanation. Apparently, the fight starts before the game starts! - Whoa?

At that time, footsteps were heard from the athlete entrance. It is Kelvin.

"The first step is Kelvin's admission! The object in your hand remains the same long sword...... yeah?

When Kelvin took the stage, Ronoway noticed that something flew in from the entrance at a high speed with Hyun-hyun, as it followed - not one or two numbers. Dozens, maybe even hundreds? Eventually they arc over the sky and pierce the stage on Kelvin's side.

"Ko, is this... a pitch-black sword!?

What pierced the stage, they dyed black like the black clothes Kelvin wrapped around, it was also a giant sword that seemed to be more than equal in size. It is a large group of black swords (obsidan edges) of rigid black that Kelvin is about to have a battlefield sword that will be sumptuous.

"There's nothing against the rules, is there? It's all auxiliary magic I generated before the game (...)"

"Wow, that's true..."

"Cook. There's no problem with the rules. but I guess I've been using it so boldly since the beginning of the Beast King Festival"

"Mr. Ronoway, it looks like your father's here."

Eugère, who doesn't try to gaze at Ronowell, but he seems to have gotten used to it normally to the point of speaking up. When I look at the other entrance, a shadow does show up.

"Come on, Leonhardt is in! And this time it looks like -"

In the light of the sun falling on the arena, the figure of Leonhardt the Beast King is revealed.

"Regards, Master"

"Me, maid! He's a maid!

That figure, transformed by the Beast King, was Effil in his usual maid's clothes. It even matches Rin's standing, his loving eyes directed at the Lord, his appearance characteristics, and his tricks. And like last time, I don't hold anything like a weapon, bare hands.

"That's Kelvin's party member bowman."

"'Bombing Princess', is it? Well, I hear you've known Lord Kelvin a long time among the parties. Father, you're after something again..."

"This is going to be rough!

Kelvin and the Beast King were already in the starting position as the Ronowes and the others swept up.

"... what does Effil look like this time,? Because you don't have to have the money?

"Don't worry. Besides, you don't have to use respectful language. I am your husband's slave."

The Beast King closes his lid and puts his hand on his chest. I said it without hesitation, as if it were natural to do so.

"Right. Then you have nothing more to say from me."

"I understand. Let's have a good game."

"... it looks like you're ready. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting. This is the first round of the final tournament! Match - Let's go!

Declaration of the start of the match. Ephil with his lid open, the Beast King, in a slow foothold, walks over to Kelvin.

"Master, as your husband's maid of honor, I..."

- Gun!

Black swords flying in with fierce winds penetrate the head of the Beast King. Even though the difference between the pieces of paper drew a line of red blood on the cheek of the king of beasts, and the stage was well reduced by the giant sword.

"Come on, don't flatter me. You won't be able to crush your head."

………

Even though the eyes of the Beast King sharpened for a moment to Kelvin's words, which were thrown away, he immediately returned to Effil's soft expression.

"The boulder is your husband. You don't scratch your heart when you slaughter and throw away your slaves."

"Ha, no, no. You're the Beast King, not Effil. How much did you make him look and behave like a fake? Well, subtly, they're different."

"... it's wonderful"

The Beast King put his hands behind his back in a concealed position. It is a cute outfit that, depending on what you see, hands together behind your back and the lady you meet.

"It worked for Master Lion, but apparently this hand doesn't make sense to your husband."

"Lyon's a sweet girl."

"That can be the weakness. Master Lion must have known by his head, too. But perhaps when my own sword approached my neck, the weight of the responsibility of your friend's face to kill the king of a nation, the shallowness I thought of as a match, made Mr. Lion's thoughts geese. Not to mention we don't have time to think, and confusion calls for confusion. As much as I want you to appreciate that this wasn't a real fight - Eh!

The Beast King retreats and dodges the two giant swords that flew in again.

"I do appreciate that. I appreciate it. So take my thank you."

Several black and rigid swords (obsidan edges) that were piercing the stage emerge, pointing their sword tips towards the Beast King.

"Stunning view,"

"Take it out quickly, it. How long are you gonna be doing that?

To Kelvin's point, the Beast King hoisted the nigger and the end of his mouth, putting forward the two hands he had hidden behind him. He had a giant sword on each side, left and right, that seemed unworthy and enormous in its poor hands, as well as Gerrard's Devil's Sword Darin Slave. A bastard sword that is boneless and has no decoration whatsoever. When you hold something like that in Effil's appearance, you can't wipe anything out of conformity. But Kelvin never cared about that, and had a slight grin.

"Look, I knew you weren't bare hands. Don't worry about it."

"Your husband seemed to want a fight."

"Oh well. Glad to hear it."

A lump of pitch black, a black sword (obsidan edge) deployed over the arena radiates simultaneously. A roaring roar, a winding earthly smoke. I can't see the earliest on stage from the audience, but Kelvin's eyes were clear. An image of the Beast King striking down the reinforced black and rigid sword (Obsidan Edge) and continuing to advance towards himself. It handles two shakes of bastard sword, which is super heavy duty, easily and does not bear a single scratch. Eventually, he made a big jump and a maid popped out of the soil smoke with the giant sword.

"More onslaught than battlefield, I'm rolling!

"Play a little better."

"That's, excuse me!

The throw of the Bastard Sword, the giant sword unleashed by the Beast King from his right hand, approaches Kelvin in a straight line. Kelvin stepped back from the landing point, but it caught his eye that something was sticking to the bastard sword that pierced the stage.

(Bills...?

The demonic squares unfold in a circular fashion, focusing on the bastard sword shortly thereafter. It was clearly emanated from a bill affixed to his body. Are the bills marked with "seal" and kanji from Trage? I don't move as if my feet were stitched to the ground and I don't listen. But there were more questions for Kelvin than that. Work out measures to break the status quo in the narrow space of "Parallel Thinking" and think.

(This is the ornament brought in by the Beast King? Wait, the Beast King is still transformed into the figure of Effil.... irregularities? No, this is-)

"Too long to think!?

A maid who rose to the sky and reassembled the remaining bastard sword with both hands smacked every Kelvin stage with full force.