The man who spoke reached out his hand.
"... is precisely the Saint's direct paladin. It's Kim Kat."
I felt like saying hello, so I immediately shook his hand and introduced myself. Where did you hear that Paladin was present?
It wasn't actually hidden.
If you're interested in the competition, it would be strange not to know.
Even if it were me, if he had entered the competition, he would have gone for a double check to see which chewbird was here to destroy the ecosystem.
But it's me.
I fucking won.
"Ah, good to see you. I am Montrus, the seventh son of Marquis Ortoga. This is all about seeing Paladin. I wanted to say hello first because it matches what I've heard."
"Is there even a rumor that the nomadic Paladin has competed?"
"Everyone who knows already knows. I can't ignore the fact that a person named Paladin competes in person."
I see.
"This... I can only think of a paladin. You must be the Bronze Celestial Society.You are such a strong man, Paladin."
He was about 15 centimeters taller than me. My body looks like a dwarf to me. I think I convinced him to be a paladin by looking at my size.
However, he was judged to have a decent skill.
First of all, the wrist was thick and the frown was quite strong. This is the arm of a skilled swordsman for quite a long time. The Marquis's name is Chilean, so he has been systematically practicing manna and physical training since he was a child. And I'm sure he's trained in swordsmanship.
At this rate, he recalls the class C who went dizzy when he was hired as an adventurer on the defensive side. No, it's not enough to rot as an adventurer. If you have this skill, it is common sense to fall into something else.
"Uh-huh, that's a compliment. You seem to be quite strong too, but I'm ashamed to set you up so cold in the first place."
"Paladin is humble. Anyway, this is why I met you. Would you like to sit down and talk?"
"Do as you please."
So I sat down with him and took the appropriate Nogary.
Others came towards us in the middle, but they didn't really want to talk about it, and they turned their backs.
"How did Paladin get into the competition? In fact, I'm quite curious because I've never seen a religious person compete."
"I joined the church because I'm old enough to raise my reputation. But I'm not sure it's the first time I'm in a position like this. Do you know anything about the competition?"
"I know very well. They compete every year."
Knowing this, he seems to be a well-known skilled man who competes in competitions every year and makes his way to the mainline. A noble.If you're a noble.If you're a noble.If you're a noble.If you're a noble.If you're a noble.If you're a noble.If you're a noble.If you're a noble.If you're a noble.If you're a noble.If you're a noble.If you're a noble.If you're a noble.If you're a noble.If you're a noble.I I'm being recognized as a strong prosecutor in my own right.
Anyway, in this relationship, I asked him something like information about the competition.
"Now the Knights of the Kingdom have two entries. I don't know the exact identity, but now that I'm borrowed from the Knights, I'll be able to get to the mainline very easily. I should have won by now... I think I went to another waiting room. It's a pity. Anyway, a lot of people think they're the winners."
I was listening to his explanation, and I remembered the face of a man.
- Hey, Barbarian Shack.
I think I can hear Copson somewhere... you son of a bitch. How's it going now? Maybe he got stabbed because he couldn't pay for it anywhere?
No, it's not.
He must be doing well somewhere.
Copson, that son of a bitch, he's got a lot of friends and a lot of acquaintances. His feet were wide and he was impatient with information... and his skills, to be honest, are just not the ones to get on his knees.
I can't help but think of the Marquis of Chile.
"... is that so? But the Empire Knights send players every year?"
"Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't. But there are more years to spend."
"Then, each time, they would have won?"
I want to win because I always send talented writers.
"Actually, it's not. Because even superior talent is outside the Knights. The Knights don't win every time. Right? Not many people join the Empire Knights."
"Oh, for sure."
My eldest son, who has been handed over the core skills of his family, does not go to the Royal Knights. It seems to me that the zebras who were pushed out of the succession almost had to enlist.
Well, it could be.
"Just last year's winner. The eldest son of Viscount Malador defeated the Knights and rode the merchandise. He was a great performer compared to his age. How that little nobleman got out. His swordsmanship has been a penitentiary for some time."
"That's interesting. What do you live with now?"
"Looks like you went back to the family."
The conversation with him was about having a good nutritionist. I was able to get this kind of information about the martial arts competition.
"Gimcott!"
As I was talking, an employee came in, opened the door and called out my name. In fact, other people besides me were named and went outside.
"You're calling me. Excuse me. I enjoyed the story."
"Ahh. I wish you luck. It was a great opportunity to talk to Paladin."
"Stop saying strange things."
So I got up and went outside. I'm not bored while I'm waiting, so it's doggy.
"Please go straight up!"
It is the second preliminary round from now on. Following my instructions, I climbed up to the stadium and fought cocksuckers to see if I was unlucky.
- Papapod!
- Borz-bornz!
"Arghhhhhh!!"
The time it takes to defeat the opponent is about 1 second.
"Kim Cat Wins!"
Simply win and follow the employee back to the waiting room. But unfortunately, the waiting room changed, so I couldn't meet Marquis Chinaman again.
Anyway, I waited there too, and now it's time for the staff to call my name and leave again. I don't expect anyone else anymore.
It's a preliminary war, so I'm just bored with wasting my time. Can we just fight twice more like this? Whatever it is, there's nothing to show me that I'm good at, not the mainline.
"... I think."
I confronted a decent opponent this time.
"I am Ace Knight Felcode Rider of the Royal Knights."
The age of a young man with a light curtain was only around his early twenties. The tall one was small, but it had a stubborn body, and the eyes were also pretty nasty.
This is the only eye that can be seen by someone who has been specially trained in murder.
The Knights of the Kingdom.
"You are the Paladin who serves the god Verde."
He pretended to know me.
"Oh, you know me? This is an honor. But it would be rude if I didn't introduce you with my mouth. This is Paladin Kim Kat, a Saint from the Bronze Society. I will ask Ace Knight of the Noble Knights to teach me a lesson."
"..."
Earlier, the Marquis of Chile said he had `two' in the Knights of the Kingdom. This must be one of them. When I say Ace Knight, I hear he's a platoon commander, but he seems to have a good talent at a young age.
"Then I'll start the game!"
- Kueung!
That's how the game started.
- Gross.
I immediately grabbed Bugal, picked him up and turned around, slowly approaching him. The ability to see things is not great. But skilled people hide their power.
Let's test how many friends are called in the Empire Knights.
"... I thought it might be a paladin, but this looks pretty strong. I don't think it's you who should be asking for teaching, but rather me."
"Thank you for admitting it. Then let's get started."
- Quang!
I immediately shot myself as I stepped intensely at the angle of vibration. It's natural, but it's not a slaughter that kills the other person.
This is the Arena of Musketeers, not the Slaughterhouse.
- Weeping!!!
So the public cast a stab with quite a lot of hands. How strong is the young Ace Knight of the Royal Knights?
This one.
"Chief Thrust Dejaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"
I'm curious and I'm going crazy.
"Suck!"
- Fatchy!
The felcode is in position. In that state, my blade pulls out his blade and goes inside. What, you allow deep stabbing all the way down here?
Aah!
I'm trying to fight back here!!
Quite bold and challenging!!
Yes!!
This is enough for the Knights of the Kingdom!!
I can tell by the thugs! This motherfucker is real!
I immediately put down the stabbed knife and joined it to the real estate law, grabbed his left forearm and belt, and lightly lifted it up, and then pushed it as hard as I could on the ground.
- Quaang!!!
"Argh!!!"
Then, the felcode burst into breath, stretching.
"What?"
Is it stretched?
No, I'm not.
Well...
"Wait."
No, I'm not.
"...?"
Why does it end right away?
"Argh...! This is the speed..! You are strong!!"
Hey, wait.
"S, winner! Paladin Gimcott!!!!"
A puzzling battle broke out. No, you weren't just trying to counter that prick, you just couldn't cope? Didn't you call him Ace Knights?
What the...
"Game over! Please go down!!"
"..."
I looked down at him for a moment.
"Argh...! The age difference won't be long... but it's pretty strong...!"
He looked at me with a lot of bruises on his face and vomited his pain.
"Now, wait a minute. This doesn't mean I'm asking you to insult... I'm asking you purely out of curiosity, but are the other articles that I've competed with you at the same level as you?"
"No... not really. You're not strong enough to be compared to me."
He smiled and replied.
"He's a genius."
Genius?
"Genius of swordsmanship. I'm a very talented person too, but it's just like a caterpillar... You're quite strong. But I don't know... I think I can tell by mixing swords. I don't think you can beat him... Khh..."
Then I say that.
Is it self-esteem?
In the first place, it was just a fatal attack. It wasn't a fatal attack.
"No, can't you just say that to hurt people? I just heard that and my heart broke. What are you going to do about this?"
"What?"
"Don't worry, I'll beat you. Go down to the barracks and get some souvenirs."
"..."
Well, how good is it?
I went right down to the stadium.
"Kim Kot was disappointed."
I didn't expect to be a squadron commander in my life, but now I'm really disappointed. It's better than him. You're being embarrassed and you're a genius, so you're picking up some bullshit.
It's almost like I didn't see it.
And who's the next generation of the Knights of the Kingdom who just gets hit by a fucking throwing herb?
This doesn't make any sense.
"Fuck you."
I'm gonna finish this quick and go home and have sex.
Anyway, I won, so I just followed the instructions. Afternoon.I 'm waiting in the waiting room to enter the mainline with some kind of failure.
That's how the preliminary round ended.
The first two ended in a second, and the third simply defeated the knight's boy, and the last failed because of the number of men. I'm lucky to be a failure, but I don't need to sleep. It's the same thing.
This is how the first day passes.
"Now! Qualification ends!!!"
At the end of the preliminary round, the main line attendees gathered and held a closing ceremony. A cute moderator in a clown hat shouts out for news.
"I've been waiting!!! I am announcing the list of main line participants!!! The preliminary round ends today and the main line starts tomorrow at noon, so please don't forget to attend!!!"
I've been waiting a little while to win, but it seems like it took me a while to draw up the list.
"Then I'll scream for the list!! First! Elder Night Harun Ghosbelt from the Knights of the Empire! And a filer from the Strangle Inspection Guild!"
That's how many names go by so fast.
"And... Paladin Gimkatt, the Saint of the Bronze Society!! Gures, you've been recommended by Baron Palden!!"
My name was called.
Since then, dozens of names have passed.
"Athletes with confirmed access to the main line can also come to the Arena tomorrow at the right time! Your statement will be released tomorrow, so look forward to it!!!"
This is how the preliminary round ended.
A simple singing event began, and the audience began to wake up at the end of it. I'm pretty sure it's a first-day preliminary. If I had a letter of recommendation, I could come to Gannaso and gather more than five hundred people, but it would be natural. The real skilled among them will not be more than fifty.
Then let's go home.
I told you to go home right after the competition.
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When I came home, everyone was already back. I was welcomed as soon as I got here, but I just had a game and a butterfly, and I couldn't even feel like it.
"But it's fucking below expectations. What am I supposed to do with this?"
"No, the mainline is probably worth a look."
Karin replied to me.
"I've seen my husband fight, and I've seen other places, and I've seen a lot of people who can grow up. Wouldn't those bastards be okay? That son of a bitch sent me to the Empire Knights. That seemed pretty strong."
Not the one who robbed me, the other one?
"Don't you think?"
Well, let's look forward to it.
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Anyway, the next day.
It finally became the same day as the main line.
There were a total of 32 people on the main line, each assigned a private room upon arrival in the morning.
My opponent was a filer from the Strangle Prosecutor's Guild.
I'm not a noble.
He was merely recognized for his skill and admired the guild's letter of recommendation to compete.
Then it would be good to expect it.
These bastards are authentic. Evidence that the noble family has been better trained than the murderers who have been harshly and inhumanely trained since they were children.
- First game.
Above all, he and I were the first match of the day.
From today, we will not use the temporary stadium used in the preliminary round, but we will fight 1: 1 in the huge main stadium located in the center of the stadium.
All matches will be in tournament format there. Tens of thousands of audiences came here to see it alone.
What should I do, then, with Ambassador Verde and Global Entertainer Kim Kot?
- Seriously.
"Here we go!!!"
I was guided by an employee and went out to the stadium.
- Whoa!!!!!!!!!!!
- Whoaaaaaaaaah!!!
- Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!
As soon as I leave, a thunder like the Urae pours out. It's finally the main game of the matchbook. A competition where real and skilled people compete. The moderator chattered loudly, and people were just excited to see me as a player.
I'm about to introduce myself.
I went up to the stadium like that.
- I feel an unparalleled sense of pride when opening at Isvant Arena.
Today I am also a 'faggot`.
"1st Corner!!!! Paladin Gimkatt, a Saint of the Bronze Society!!!"
My name is being called.
"2nd Corner!!! Trailer from the Strangle Inspection Guild!!!!"
The name of the brown hair test on the opposite side is called.
"Athletes, say hello!"
Good greeting.
"Nice to meet you. As I just heard, it's Kim Kat."
"Oh! Nice to meet you, Paladin! I am Baron Mulson's Strangle Inspection Guild!!!! is called the First Class Pupil Trailer of!"
He is a Strangle Inspection Guild with high tension as if he were advertising!!!! I promoted. I think I got a favor from the maestro there.
"Good game... I'm looking forward to it."
"Of course! It's going to be a great match!! Hahaha!!!"
He waves his hand like crazy as he turns northeast and southwest to see what's so good. The smile on my face is quite small. This son of a bitch feels a little bad.
"Game on!!!"
- Aaaaaaaah!!
The match started right away.
"Ooooooooo!!!!"
As soon as the match began, he drew his sword and threw up a fierce roar. Good. It's a real competition from today. After a proper search, I will finish splendidly.
- Hap!!
But it was weird.
"Tsaaaaaaaaaah!!!"
- Weeping fluid!
Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The one who drew the sword with a shout is coming at me. Suddenly, I'm running by myself and I'm starting to open up a sharp blade.
"What are you doing now?"
What is it?
Is it a strategy?
"Qaaaaaaaaaah!!!"
- Wedge!
- Yikes!
- Whirling Ric!
He ignores my question and jumps high. He turns seven wheels in the air, tears open the air with a knife, and lands like a bird. It's literally a fuss in the tangle.
What the hell?
What are you trying to do if you don't fight?
Do you have any performance?
"... performance?"
No, I'm not.
You son of a bitch.
How dare you leave Kim Kot in front of me now.
The competition is back in the day, and you're trying to promote your skills?
I don't know if it's before the game starts, but I'm starting now.
"Hiyaaaaaaaah!! Ogre Gargoyle!!!"
He performs something in a row, and every time he does, a roar bursts out of the audience seat.
"... Nin searched, you cheeky."
If you want to make your own appeal to fuck up the game like that.
From now on, in the case of love, I have no choice but to show Kimcott's monogamous stage.