Different Dream Worlds - Reborn Cheats and Mysterious Skills to Build Different Worlds

Downpouring over the blue ceiling is the great cheer of the young and old.

It was directed at me when I entered the Digger Dragon on my back.

"How dare you, in the last few days..."

The number of people filling the audience seats, which stretch in staircases from a height of several dozen metres above towards the outer circle, is not inferior to the annual martial arts tournament.

In the days since they became known, they often gathered this many people. Half of them were shocked, half of them suspected that they might have planted it in anticipation of this happening from the beginning, and they were cheering.

Relatively appearing under the authority of a tiger staring at a dragon was the culprit - now Emperor Zebrato - who created all the causes of his own ascent to the stage he once created as the person in charge.

A caged cheer of fever flies to the appearance of what is said to be the strongest man in this country than it did to me. The enthusiasm of the venue was about to peak as soon as possible.

"First, let's show our gratitude for not running away. Well done, you made it to this stage."

What, thank you. It's a good thing you threatened people and said shame on them.

"Let it go. You made that conditional."

Think of it, it fits Sylvia and the others' foothold, and it's the end of our luck to hear about our entry and meet the emperor who ran more than the Empire.

I was caught up in the Empire's brave uproar again.

In the first place, the problems of the Empire's brave men should have been solved by the activities of a vigorous army of brave men, including the Imperial Government, which rubbed against her the conspiracy and all the sins of the rebel Iris, and Sylvia, who won the brave men's selection test and became a brave man. At least in me, it's a settled case.

But if you put it on the imperial side, that was another year ago.

The spark, which was supposed to have subsided once, was rekindled following the devastation of the capital of the Kingdom of Lykeberg. In other words, a mighty brave man.

But the full story of the major incident caused by Iris was transmitted by me throughout the Empire through Cecil so as to reach the periphery of the Empire. That was because I wanted to see her end and let the people of the Empire know who was responsible for the tragedy, because I was sorry for the battle, which would never again only produce such sorrow.

I do not know if this fulfilled and changed the empire in a slightly better direction. But one thing is for sure, the call for a new brave man was for a brave man with the power to kill the Demon King, not to question the strength of Sylvia, the current brave man who won the brave man's selection exam for the second consecutive year and showed his power to the people.

What you might think of now, but an imperial brave man is not a brave man who travels harshly to kill a demon king like in the story.

That's only the army that belongs to the Empire. It is what exists to maintain the peace of the Empire.

So, in the history of the Empire, none of the brave men have gained the feat of killing demon kings. Regardless, that's not even trying to irrationally push Sylvia, the current brave man.

Yes, what they want is for me to be the brave man of the Empire and defend my country by fighting the Demon King and killing (...) and (...) him.

That is the beginning of this brave uprising.

But I can say I don't like what I don't like. Of course I refused.

But the emperor would have assumed to refuse, too. It's been a condition and a threat.

That condition is why I came to this stage. In other words, if I win, the Empire will not golden the courage of the brave. Instead, if I lose, I will become the brave.

And the threat to keep me from getting away with it sucks.

"Promise. Now, if I win, don't ever solicit a brave man again. Not only against me, of course, but against Dick."

Yes, it's Dick.

If I'm not going to be a brave man, I've been threatened with war to take Dick from the kingdom.

I'm kidding. Is that something that accumulates through such tyranny?

But it's hard to say that raw hatred and this era are peaceful times. Even in the city, the exploitation of aristocrats and high-ranking people runs through, and outside the city, bandits and demons. There are some of them who behave irrationally.

That's a growing civilization, far from Earth. If it's for a purpose, I don't choose the means. So, they say an avenger named Iris was born, but the empire doesn't change anything.

I guess not individually, but with priority given to everything. For the Empire, we don't even consider fine dust such as peace in other countries. Again, I really don't like this country.

So I'm here now.

To avoid waging war on my birthplace. And to shoot and shatter this exhortation in front of the public.

Otherwise, who goes into a game like shit that will carry the name of an instant brave man if he loses?

"Here, let's make a commitment now. If I win, my country's brave men, if I win, I forbid the Empire to choose brave men besides brave sorting exams."

In front of a democracy that reaches 10,000, the emperor affirmed. Would it have made any sense for me to fight that word out?

Because with the cooperation of Cecil and the scholars, the present proclamation was secretly known all over the empire. If you've been thinking about the convenience of losing, you hate it. Whatever you say, I won't let you undo the declaration now that you've found out all over the empire.

And then...

"Both, to the center"

In the sight of this audience, all you have to do is smash the emperor's ploy.

"Begin!"

Did Mr. Maresia turn from aristocracy to a facilitator?

Second, I hold the Scarlet Flame pattern while wondering about that. The emperor grips the pattern in the same way, and neither one pulls out of the sheath yet.

Intervals will overlap without a second if we step in. But if that one second is a crook, and I'm going to put the lead at this distance, I'm not going to get a counter. But if you don't attack on the other hand, you can't even attack the target.

... I don't know, it's been a long time since I've felt this tension either.

Whose word was it to be prepared to be attacked if you were to make an attack? I remember hearing those words back in the day.

These days, I feel expensive because it was just a battle that didn't require such readiness, like back in the day.

Again, the battle has to be like this.

A feeling you can't taste unless your opponent is stronger than you are, unless it's a battle in which people's lives were at stake.

Good tension and exhilaration to smoke the chest.

I want to win. If I don't want to lose, the child part of me will always thirst for victory.

That's the fight it should be.

There's not much to gain from fighting a weaker opponent than yourself.

Strongly speaking, superiority. End of story.

A life-threatening death fight.

If you're a bystander, that would be exciting.

The battle to hold sweat in your hands. Incandescent attack. It's the only place there, certainly with a unique sense of tension and exhilaration.

But I don't feel comfortable from the side I'm on. In the next moment, my neck could be flying. Whoever wants such a battle on a daily basis, through the craziness, he is.

Fighting is fun.

Betting there, like baseball, tennis, and numerous sports, doesn't have to be life. My pride. The temper to thirst for a win. Reasons why you can't lose. That's all, enough.

But if you're going to make a difference with sports, that's a high risk.

In other sports, no matter how safe they are, accidents can always happen and lead to injury or, in some cases, death. Those who put themselves in battle talk only a little more often about it.

So I think battle is the oldest sport in the world of people.

This isn't a death match, even in a battle that I've become so reluctant to fight. It's a fight as a sport.

So you want to forget about when you stuck with losing and purely enjoy the fight.

I can do it with the strongest of empires, take this opportunity.

That's why I'm sorry. I just wish it was, I'm so sorry.

Hi. It seems too big a reason for me right now to lose out on fun.

…………

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Quiet as if time had stopped. Only my heartbeat rocks my eardrum.

One unacceptable blink of an eye reflects the whole of an emperor who does not wander. Sword pattern on hand. Lower body with your left leg shoulder-width apart behind you. A faceless face that doesn't let you read your thoughts is like looking at yourself in a mirror.

"............... I stopped"

I accidentally let go of my hand from the sword. To a trick that would give up that battle, the emperor makes a face that was faceless for a moment.

But you felt my temper that you weren't willing to stop fighting, and I'm not going to show you any more movement.

But I just got into that waiting position, and it doesn't make sense. After all this time, nothing just starts.

So I walked out.

There's nothing there, expose the gap.

The emperor's gaze is strengthened. That's a vigilant look.

Every time I step closer, the degree increases, and the emperor stops moving, even though I'm just walking.

That's the same thing when I went in between swords, and eventually when my body hung inside it, the sword was pulled out at a speed that didn't go unnoticed.

"Momentum."

At the same time as stepping in, the world of bracing. Leaving even the high-speed sword orbit behind, my body accelerated super toward a defined landing point.

A local demonic costume wrapped around the skull hits with silver armor with an imperial symbol on the chest. But the shock is light, and the weight that I put on my head turns empty, as if I had been given a sword.

At that time, the silver trajectory that plundered the eyelids. I slammed Scarlet Flame into the line.

I can jump high along that shaky sword muscle, even on the high side of my armpit, as if a rock and a rock had hit me with a heavy, blunt shock noise, severely out of balance.

As if I had just been blown away with the Emperor's sword. A fierce cheer flew to the Emperor from the many spectators who wanted me to be a brave man.

"Come, Ice Blade Sword"

In my 180-degree view, I summoned a cold blade to my left hand.

Ice swords wrapped around freezing cold air were compressed and purified using ultra-wide ice-style magic as a raw material.

In addition, the magnitude of the activated range of ice wind-based magic, bottomed up by magic, was used to purposefully transform separated parts into innumerable ice birds by magic processing.

Between me floating in the sky and the sight of the emperor looking up from the surface, the little ice birds that broke in. If you look at the orientation of that body, even the audience who don't know what they did, what the hell is on which side it belongs.

The cheer silenced in an instant, and I heard a ha-ha-ha breath.

"Go."

What I ordered to do was accelerate with ice sword-bearing tricks and new skills [Magic Spray]. From wing to tail, the ice birds accelerated with a vigorous blast of ice wind, casting a special attack from all directions to the Emperor.

"There's a lot of them."

It was the ice birds who approached the emperor at a fierce speed, emphasizing the beginning so as to provoke this one, but I feel sorry for watching them as they were flickered and pointlessly scattered with ice pieces in extremely small motions.

But the emperor doesn't seem to be willing to force himself into air combat, so there's no sign of coming this way avoiding the icebirds. More importantly, I'm not coming back with one.

It's like waiting for you to come down from me.

Probably a calculus to prove that ranged attacks from above mean nothing and bring them into close proximity on the ground. He seems to be good at it because he sees it, but instead of being the strongest in the empire, he's a man of remarkable prudence. In other words, I guess that's a reversal of the fact that you have the guts to keep calm even in unfavourable situations, but I'm sorry, but I can't afford to go with it.

Let me decide the battle here at once.

I staggered my swords in front of my body. Give me a scorching sword that emits blunt light and a cold air sword that wraps around the ice wind.

"Get the fuck up!

The contracted cold air was unleashed all at once. I poured it into the dragon's wrinkle, and I didn't want my hands to freeze, I froze the scarlet flame on my arms.

But red-hot fillings to counteract it. Until the tattoo floated beyond the ice membrane, it was just a flash of events.

But it wasn't until Scarlet Flame woke up that I went for it.

The swollen heat does not know it will subside, and at the end of the burning and extreme cold temperatures, it produces a swirl of red and pale. The spiral of wind created by the intense cold and warm differences that made up the vortex entangled conflicting heat and cold air, and rushed towards the emperor on earth as he had clearly aimed.

"─ ─ What ⁉"

It was me who was surprised. Because it wasn't meant to be.

Then it wouldn't be by chance. Towards the emperor, stretched linearly it is obviously given some sort of orientation. At this point, I don't care what it is.

If it's not what I gave you, what created that orientation?

The answer is no other than scarlet flame. Irrelevant to my intentions, Scarlet Flame created this vortex and attacked the Emperor.

What a surprise to think of the sword.

To my surprise, even just a few moments after my shock, a whirlpool of scorching heat and extreme cold approaches the emperor. But the emperor showed no choice to evade and put his sword in the front.

Magic of wrapping and strengthening in the sword. It had a color close to yellow and green, but apart from that, the pale and white light spreads from the emperor's hand to cover the tip.

"─ Fracture"

When the fiery ice spear reached the emperor, the light of the sword directed at its spear, doubled...... no, I blurred many times.

The vibrations born from that brake shake the flames and scatter the ice. Not only that, but the vibrations transmitted through them shake a two-wielded sword, and the vibrations from arm to shoulder and from shoulder to body propagate through the body.

"Knock..."

Oh, my God...

My whole body felt shaken, as if I had a mild dizziness. It's an attack I've never had before. Really disgusting.

"Rapture."

Second blow followed.

Palms wrapped in pale light accompany the sword and ripples fall on the scenery as if to push back the attack that continues to be released from the undiminished two-wielded sword.

The ripples passed through me instantly, carrying mountains and valleys in a spherical fashion, scratching off a running stream mixed with two attributes.

"Ugh..."

A hazy feeling when my brain is shaken violently. Vibrations that penetrate in total disregard of defenses and the like shake without exception with the brain, and the consciousness is distant for a moment. And out of balance in the air, I fell from my head to the ground.

The emperor who has not missed that excellent opportunity and has stormed. A sword tip, once pale in light, protruded toward his belly.

"Huh!"

On the verge of regaining consciousness, I wrapped my demon costume around me and avoided skewering, but the waves gently piercing the demon costume, which did not even pass through the iron blade, were released at zero distance.

My whole body is shaken violently as if I had even had a cramp, my vision overlaps multiple times, and a world of tremendous disgust appears in my eyes.

Vehicle sickness?

Not on that level. The whole brain, on the other hand, half the canal, on the other hand, all the guts, on the head, were damaged by intense vibrations.

"Kaha......!

Forced extruded air. Steamed stomach. Heart disturbed by heartbeat.

Even without trauma, non-mild damage is engraved into the body.

And my body was slapped into a protective field surrounding the stage with the power of the poke intact. Ripples that block magic to the fullest extent possible and spread over a protective field that interferes with the movement of matter. However, slight leaky fluctuations affect the audience, and symptoms like mild seasickness strike them.

"Feeling bad... attacking you"

I was also experiencing severe nausea and unspeakable disgust of a steamed gut. One day I woke up in a condition that I couldn't say was best, even though it was a direct hit, thanks to the endurance value the dragon god had said.

An emperor who stares at me like that without alarm. Its hands and swords are already filled with pale white light.

Anytime, I guess. Exactly one more blow at that, and it could be tough to get up. But at the same time, even if I kept my distance, a daze as intense as the first blow would strike me.

Close range, effective moves for both. In battles without allies, among other things, you can use them without hesitation. Is this the emperor's strength, which is said to be the strongest in the empire? It's a lonely move worthy of living to truncate that heart.

Perhaps the skill lineage is a wave.

It would be the skills of the shock pedigree revealed in the skills survey that made me say things to gold. Sister Shara and Basil also had a rare skill in the derivative system, 'Waves', but told them they were not user-friendly.

Because the limit seems to be to clamp the opponent's foot to the extent that it reinforces the waves he made himself in the battle by the water.

But like my space, I often talk about skills that evolve into something extremely enhanced. This of the emperor would be a kind of thing. Or maybe you're even getting the 'wave' evolutionary system, the Immortal Soul skill.

Either way, it definitely has wave properties. It feels like it was rubbed directly into the rough waves of the sea. Shaken fire and ice. And the waveform passed to the jamming field.

Those are the grounds.

When that happens, the water system is suicide. of the emperor. That, apparently, even vibrates the air and even has a strong penetration force on the object. It is not very much preventable by shields or swords. What is valid is seen as an attribute of light or lightning that would not be dispelled by waves.

But I'm not good at those magics. To defeat the most powerful warrior in the Empire, it is true that you will not forgive.

This place should still be fought in a way that takes advantage of my strengths.

Clogging, sorcery and spatial systems?

I put a demon costume all over my body after a few seconds of thinking.

Some increased hardness to avoid lacerations and spikes. However, priority should be given to braiding magic muscle fibers, with speed and power emphasis, by dividing them from the aid of motion.

This is my new demon costume. The incorporation of magical contractions into the demonic costume instantaneously strengthens physical abilities, both inside and on the surface of the flesh.

For that matter, hardness falls more than demon king form, but that makes up to some extent if dragonized. One way or another, it's a more flexible demonic outfit that weighs more on dodging and attacking than on defense.

"Can you follow me?

Just stepped in lightly, ground to blast. I would accelerate further into the soil and smoke hiding... and disappear.

It is a pseudo-transparency that arises by limiting the passage of light through distorted spaces. Except for the first step, when I activated my sneak feet, killed the signs, and immediately took my back at a bottom up speed, I reached out from the blind spot.

The Emperor's actions against me are really simple. Using his own flesh as a source of tremor, he released fluctuations towards all directions.

Fluctuations affected by distortion and screw bending. But the fluctuations that make it easy to get around, the weakness of this move, are just natural enemies.

Complex and overlapping fluctuations tell my body. However, the vibrations that shake the interior are somewhat light for less than zero distance.

Close your eyes and consciously block your senses. All that remains is countless thin lines that connect me with magic.

"Gotcha."

Open your eyes, feel the nausea coming back and the sickness of steaming back, and I release the distorted space.

In front of him was the figure of an emperor who had his body eagled with two demons.

"Eat... demon cannon!

Compressed magic. Instead of striking it out of the palm, the new magic that erupts - a combination of magic injection and magic processing. It is a high-density magic beam with directions in one direction. It's a fuel-efficient move like an idiot, but the power to blow your opponent away for that matter and the destructive power is enough to compete for one or two of the moves I've created.

But that recoil is also awesome again.

Magic spraying skills are skills that get propulsion as Gold was doing. In other words, the more momentum erupts, the greater its recoil.

But I twisted down with the force that reinforced the recoil. Support your right hand with your left hand, aim front. Jirrigiri and the momentum of the injection made my legs slip through the ground, but my body did not deviate.

Meanwhile, the emperor, who is sealed in motion by a demon hand and directed at a point on his back, undergoes a magic spray, turns against the shrimp and gives a distressed look. But I did not raise my pride as emperor or my voice of pain in front of the people.

Among the collision sounds where armor and magic collide violently, the sound of bone crunching mixes. And then the magic, whose concentration began to rise to near its limit, flies the anti-flag in an attempt to break my rule.

When I perceived the activation signs sharply, I lifted the emperor's restraints. And the emperor's body, with nothing left to stop, goes straight to the stage wall.

Magic running across the center of the stage to the edge. In its running stream, the potpouts and the rising, intense red light. Eventually, they spread to all the running streams, bringing destruction with the flashes.

Strong luminescence that makes you want to get out of sight. The roar of destruction that makes me want to block my ears.

My magic, which occupies half of the stage, relentlessly destroys the emperor and the ground around him, letting the vacillating and disturbing sound play on the protective field, and invites him to the path of annihilation. To the unforgiving storm, which lacks some consideration in the invitation, the hard ground is sand and so on, and countless cracks are transmitted to the field of protection.

"Whoa, isn't that enough output?

Protective fields vary in intensity depending on the amount of magic they infiltrate. I was aware of the characteristics as the head of the arena construction, and I sent a signal with a stream.

Ahead, there was Charstena, who was watching the game in a different privileged seat from the audience, and in the staff seat directly in front of her, who nodded cocklessly, a fuel tank in the protective field, with a drawn face.

"Ya suck! There's already magic... Huh!

The Emperor hosts Lucy, who is rich in magic next to Sylvia, the current brave man, who must be loving to the people in a trouble-pressed army of brave men. A few of them, starting with that girlfriend, were pouring magic into the defensive Feel's ritual, but were currently stuck in the progression and cutting feathers.

Hastily turning into them, Cannon or Alc tries to join it but the hour is already late. A shattered and scattered protective field as if cracks were spread and glass was broken. The colors of fear and amazement come to the audience. But...

"Memory of space, become a barrier that inhibits harm, protect it... break the empty wall!

Instead of scattered fields of protection, a disconnected wall was created that separated the world. Can I say a magical version of skill isolation space? For the lack of a defined form, its magic, far greater than isolated space and more prone to form, is one of the finest magics of the spatial system. But that's just what she said, letting it express itself without difficulty.

This sense of stability, even without the use of God's power. Naturally more than before, she is strong as a goddess. Far more than me.

It's bad for Charstena, but until the game is over, let's get it done. We need to get this over with as soon as possible.

"Scarlet Flame, don't kill me, okay?

Speaking to the sword of love, which had difficulty adjusting its firepower, I waved it down for the demon blast, which was weakening momentum.

Along the reverse of the blade, a fierce fire crawls out. The fire did not follow the trajectory of my imaginary straight line, and it showed a ripple spread, causing a great flame.

"Again, this guy..."

For the radial spread, there is no escape, and the firepower is suppressed, but it is highly suspicious whether you have heard what I say or not. Besides, I feel the fire swings are rougher than usual because of the unscrupulous waking.

Just do it. What... you're alive, aren't you?

It's very bad to kill an emperor, no matter how much you hate him. Bad in many ways.

It is true that the firepower is suppressed thanks to the dispersion...... I wonder. It's like being caught in a fire right after the demon blast. I'd like a break.

In front of me remembering such a glimmer of anxiety, the fire, which eventually scorched the stage with intense heat with nothing to burn, left behind the red-hot ground and the tin dirty walls and disappeared.

And on the ground like that heated frying pan, the emperor Zebrato kneels to support his sword.

For a moment I stroked down my ho, but the armor engraved with the motif of the three swords, the flag of the Empire, is cracked and the white smoke is leaking. Skin peeking from it burned red, half of his face unshielded, or there were signs of terrible burns.

"Do you still want to do this? As far as I'm concerned, I'm not willing to take this any deeper?

"... heh... do you still want to do it, or what? When has it been so painful? There's going to be a lot of blood when I was younger."

The emperor, who usually can't read his expression as if he were wearing a blasted stick of energy, was laughing at his teeth to peel them out.

I must not have pushed inside him. I may have pushed the switch. The emperor's enthralling temper and intimidation are different than before, even though he suffers from burns that are not mild from what he sees.

There is strength in the hand that holds the sword unconsciously. The sweat that transmits my forehead is unpleasantly cold and my heart beats faster.

Not a game, a death match. There is no response, and I cannot help but be aware of it in the killing spirit that can be imputed by the Emperor.

But...

"It's my loss. No more, we're gonna kill each other."

"... right"

Emperor with clams and swords. I was relieved that the head of the badly given up imperial people didn't have to have a killing break out in a place like this before they could question clams and giving up.

"That's it! Winner, another undead bird!

Hearing the emperor's declaration of defeat, Mr. Maresia, with a loudspeaker, declares my victory. ─, but the Emperor Nationals who wanted me to be a brave man, not convinced by such a dismal curtain, barked and scattered their dissatisfaction.

"Why? Yikes! Emperor!

"Emperor, you can win! He's the strongest warrior in the country! Don't give up!

"Have a brave man! Give this country a truly strong brave man! Please, Emperor!

People sending strong support to the Emperor. On the other hand, some of them hit me directly.

"Hey, undead bird! Why do you refuse to be a brave man when you have so much power! Protect us! From demons! From demons! I don't like the last two Berks!

"You bastard! Protect us!

"Yes, you fucking animal! Only my soup was made in Tabasco yesterday. What did I do? I guess I just tried to get married a little bit, but heh!

"Yes, they do! You don't understand my pulse, you always screw over with force! Lislit's been on guard lately, and I can't even talk to her! You bastard demon!

... I'll kill those guys who just ride here later.

But one of the demon kings seems to be fuelling anxiety in other countries, far more than we thought. Just asking, I don't think they're selfish without thinking about my will, but I don't get any wonder and anger when I think that the Demon King is asking me to help him because of the anxiety that he might even show up in the Empire.

Surely from them, I guess I'm selfish and inhuman when I have the power but I prioritize what I want to do and I don't try to protect others like Dick. Well, being selfish would be true in quite a few places... but that's mutual.

Think of it that way, that you're listening to the accusations.

"─ Town, heh!

The outrage echoed suddenly enough to erase the accusations.

"If you don't like it, show it by force. Then I will give you the status of Emperor."

Voices that don't make you say yes or no, and strong eyesight. Those who had uttered accusations, along with the content of the words, pressed in silence at the same time.

The emperor looks up on the single-breath stand and tells them.

"… the Empire has long been protected by the presence of an army of brave men. There is a history in this country where the army of the brave has taken over many vicious demons"

The history of the brave that the Empire has repeated. That's something everyone knows about the Emperor Nation, and without digging deep, the Emperor questions it.

"But is a brave man only to fulfill and protect people? Did the God-killing brave man who once saved this world, which he tried to destroy by evil gods, fulfill and protect the people?"

As if to guide the answer, the emperor touched on the origin of the army of brave men - the brave men of God's slaughter.

"─ The answer is no. The God-killing brave did not protect people. Instead, he challenged the mighty evil god and saved the world with his life."

... if you ask me. The brave man and Nord saved the world not by protecting people, but by cutting off their roots. Then maybe I'm like them in a way, after the Demon King's life.

"So who were people protected at that time?"

Doubts thrown up again. The audience who were there imagined the answer to the question, and eventually the emperor uttered it.

"They were not protected by anyone. They stood up with their own hands, protecting their lives, their families, their friends."

Someone will protect me.

If only there was someone there. But if nobody's here, people have to get up on their own feet. If you don't, if you're going to lose everything, that's what makes people stand up to each other crazily in death.

"I believe that the imperial people I love, like them, can protect their loved ones with their own hands, not rely on others"

Don't you rely on others?

I guess that's what happens when you follow the path of accusations to the brave armies of this country.

When it comes down to it, there is an army of brave men. If they were there, they would be fine, and because they hold sweetness, they would not stand up, but would hide in the shadow of a public voice and only complain. I guess I've become such a coward.

If they are pointed out by the emperor, who forged himself and became the head of this country with strength, they too have no choice but to shut their mouths.

If you open your mouth here, you will be exposed to shame if you are a coward and a coward.

But for such a people, the emperor speaks out his own shame and apologies.

"But I have to apologize. As someone who stands at the top of this country, he exposed himself to something unusual. And that I could not fulfill the grief of my beloved people. Pre-game promises will never make him the brave man of the Empire."

The audience pushes to indulge in something in the emperor's trick of bowing their heads deeply.

... It was quiet. As if the whole empire had been defeated, the beginning and end of those who even weep. It's weird because it makes me feel like I'm doing the worst.

For a few minutes, the emperor kept drooling his head.

Eventually, in a quiet arena, the sound of patting and slapping hands begins to ring. As if to say enough, the warm applause, one by one, increases the number, grows up, and encloses the venue.

"My beloved citizens... thank you with all my heart. Let's protect this country together, even without the brave."

The emperor smiled lightly and expressed his gratitude. Maybe the reason he really challenged me to battle was because he wanted to tell them how the Empire and the brave men thought about it.

There was a time when I thought that I would never create grief like those two again...... Yes.

I doubted my ears to the words of the emperor that followed.

"─ But this is the arena. We have to give the winner the prize he deserves. Didn't you, everyone?

The emperor smiled badly and asked the audience. I couldn't understand what you were talking about for a moment. Some of the faster-understanding audiences cheer me elsewhere.

"Exactly, Emperor!

"Yep! Yeah! We have to give them what they deserve! That's what I'm ashamed of in the name of the Empire!

So, finally, I understood.

That it was used for good health.

"Now let's give him what he deserves when he defeats the Emperor"

In this way, before the establishment of the prize for the winner, the Empire dared me to support (...).