"Rachel Kurdbein: Outstanding winner confirmed!!!"
The moderator's voice echoes.
"Dancing Paladin grabbed Rachel Cudbain's rapier with his bare hands and threw him behind his back!!! How strong is he! This is a dubious battle!! I've never seen a competition like this before!!!"
After shouting, the moderator who approached me like yesterday gave me a microphone. She's gonna jump all the time screaming at the real competition.
The Arena Moderator is also a 3D occupation.
Anyway, I grabbed the microphone and shouted loudly as I looked around the audience.
"As long as the Blessing of God is with Verde, I will not lose!!! Tougher opponent!! Are there any strong men who can satisfy me!!! I want stronger opponents!!!"
Khhhhhhhh!!
"You must be strong, but you cannot satisfy me now!!!! Anger at my provocation!! Anger and rise above the stadium!! How long will this paladin wait here?!!"
Explosive speculation!!!
Raise your hands and shout!
"Who's going to beat me?!!! Ahhh!!!!!!!"
I want a stronger opponent!!!
Not these bloody kids, but a stronger opponent than me! That will make this Mutu Contest even hotter!!
That's how my cries rang out on the pitch.
- Waaaaaaaaaaaah!!!
- Yiyaaaaaaaah!!!
- Wow!!!
The roar explodes from the audience seat.
Today, even those who shouted yesterday shout aloud. I am overwhelmed by my entertaining senses, and the enthusiastic atmosphere is becoming increasingly contagious.
This era wants strength.
I'm not even just a strong man.
Palladin, a Barbarian, must be more attractive.
"Unbelievable speculation!!! And blind provocation! But I can do it because I have the skills!!!"
The moderator was also alarmed.
"I doubt there will be any opponent who can defeat this Heavenly Muhee!!!"
This is the eighth grade.
That's how I went down the stadium.
- Ooooooooooooooooooo!!!
- Hail! Hail!
- Paladin!!! Paladin!!! Paladin!!!
It was so bizarre to knock on a python while wearing only pants yesterday, but it was a real disgrace that no one could defeat Rachel Kurdbein's Rapier today.
In the case of the tsunami, the rainbow is shocking from a general point of view. So today, in the case of frenzy, we saved a little and fought it right.
You've eaten so well.
Arena Dastan's senses are still alive.
"I want to see his real swordsmanship!!!"
"Certainly! This is no match for the Empire Knights!!!"
"Even now, it's not too late! We have to stop the competition!!! To end this madness would be the only way to defend morality!!! Come on, call security!"
"I bet 30 silver on Miss Cudbain!!!"
"It's a devastating move! I'm stuck in my brain and I can't be forgotten!!"
"I can't believe a man can do such inhuman rotations!!"
"This must be a nightmare!!!"
Upon coming down from the stadium, the shouts of nearby audiences were heard more clearly. And when I saw them, I was filled with joy, and those who did not tear their heads, and shed tears.
I'm still more terrified.
"Dejaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!"
I shook my hand at them and shouted.
"Hugh!!"
"So charming!!!"
"If you go like this, you'll be eaten by him!! We have to run!!!"
"Help me!!"
"Arghhhh!!!"
"Look at me!!!"
Crazy bastards.
Now we only have two more wins to finish. Until then, I will make all the spectators 100% my color and make them into frenzied roaring machines.
Honestly, I don't think it's much of a match, and the young genius of the Royal Knights who's coming to the finals? He's not really expecting it either.
- Spitting.
I went inside the Arena and took a look at the statue.
- I...
Enhanced vision allows you to recognize the face of the Swordmaster sitting on that seat far away. She was looking at me with her arms open. I took a step inward.
Sodmaster... You can see it close when you do the ceremony, right?
It would also be a good experience to take a look at that strongest slayer.
"Paladin! Your application for a visitation is on the verge!!!"
"Applying for an interview?"
I went into the waiting room to pick up my luggage, and a dedicated staff member shouted loudly. Who made the request that you want to see me?
"Yes! Many nobleman are asking for a meeting with Paladin! If you have time, you might as well meet them!"
"Your Highness?"
Do the nobles of the capital want to meet with me?
Oh, yeah.
That's it.
Why didn't the gladiators of Rome say they had a good night with the nobles after the game? Like that, the women who were fascinated by me applied for an interview.
I don't fucking care.
I'm gonna go home and play with my girls.
"Usually, athletes who advance have fans like this! If that's an attractive reason, it's even more enthusiastic! It's kind of a tradition, how..."
"Please tell me you're not busy."
"Neet?!"
I replied by putting Garas' leather in my backpack.
In the future, I'll just have to fight in these clothes.
The image is too specific to kill a wolf in the upper abdomen, so it is definitely stuck in the brain. Humans of this age are too weak to be the image that was created.
It's a placenta for those who can turn this upside down and scream.
"That, but! They're all nobles...!"
"Hmph, it doesn't matter if I'm not the king who serves the god Verde. Did you bribe them?"
"Well, it's... kind of a tradition..."
Bona Mana would have bribed this employee by asking me to meet her. Of course, there's no reason to waste my time.
"But what if I say I don't like it? I'll be right back. I'll be back tomorrow morning, so just get your statement ready."
"... I understand."
The employee went out with his head down.
I immediately grabbed the shirt that I put in my backpack to get dressed. Now let's get dressed and go home and get some rest. Honestly, I'm doing something almost like a festival around the Arena right now, but I don't really see anything.
It's best to go home and rest.
- Knock, knock. Knock.
It was then that the knocking was heard.
"Who else is coming?"
- Yikes.
The door was opened without my permission, and I was not the only one who came in, but a blonde, breaded beauty... a Cardian Saint.
"Paladin..."
"Oh, Saint?"
Immediately he got up from his seat and approached her.
"Hey, what brings you here?"
"..."
Oh, this is from today's game. I didn't go to church at all because of the recent match, so I think I came here to give you a compliment.
"Uh-huh, are you here to watch my game?"
"... Argh. Now, wait a minute."
"Yes?"
As she approached the Saint, she stepped back.
"First of all, put on your clothes, Paladin."
"Oh, you weren't wearing it yet. I'll put it on right away, because this is just the end of the game. I was talking to an employee."
I wrapped it around the white shirt I was carrying right away. Then I locked the door of the room and took a chair and handed it to the Saint.
"Anyway, Saint. Have you seen my game properly?"
I dragged one of my chairs and sat down.
"..."
The Saint in the seat looked me in the eye and tried to say something.
"Saint?"
"What the hell is Faladin... haha."
"Yes? Why did you suddenly sigh?"
Instead, he took out a bag of cigarettes while taking a breath. Naturally, she lit the fire, except for one Gabby.
"I've seen a very shocking match, Paladin. Yesterday.You 've had a precious experience twice."
What did you say?
"This Saint doesn't know how to take this... I'm thinking about it. Paladin. Do you know how many letters Saint saw yesterday?"
She said so while smoking with her face that something was frustrating. What a shocking match... you didn't like it!
I can't!!!
"What letter did you get? How many?"
"A thousand jars came."
Thousand barrels.
"A thousand. Yeah, I also won. It is also good to spread overwhelming silence. Very good. It would have been a big publicity. But suddenly she burst her clothes and danced like that... The Saint saw that Paladin had touched any honeycomb."
Oh, my God.
Everything else was good, but I think it was a bit of an error. No, Ivant was a jerk.
I have no choice but to react differently depending on people.
Of course, I thought about this possibility. Of course. I use it when I open it. It is natural to keep such basic things in mind. In the case of love that goes beyond writing, Tsukcheon Horse understands better than anyone about the repercussions that `dancing` will bring.
- Radical shock.
Some people may not accept it.
But it is.
I did it because I have the confidence that I can convince everyone and make the public enthusiastic. After all, the shit I've done shines with me winning the martial arts tournament.
- It's like a beautifully fabled butterfly.
Beautiful Butterfly Thousand Horses.
By then, everyone will be enthusiastic about my use.
"Saint. It's a choreography, a choreography. Haven't you heard the screams after I won?"
I explained confidently as I looked into the Saint's eyes.
"... even if it's the Paladin of the Church, not the Paladin of Saint Mary. Saint Bone was also very impressed."
"Yes, what the audience saw was a shocking dance, but most of all, I would have paid more attention to my shouting. Publicity is clear. No problem. I'm an expert on these things."
"Expert?"
This story is unmissable.
"In fact, in my time as an adventurer, I used to work as a gladiator at the Isvant Arena and become a star."
"Gladiator...? No, what the hell..."
Chaotic Saint.
"What on earth can Palladine not do?"
"No, it's clear that if I win three more times from now on, all the people who have been shocked will be enthusiastic. Quite frankly, they're all my dances and my powers. And I'm soaked in the flesh. In fact, more than half of them are already enthusiastic about my game."
More than half of them are already responding positively.
"... is that so."
- Whoo.
The Saint was speaking out of smoke.
"In fact, public relations are already clear. But it was a little shocking, so I came down here to try to refrain. A thousand letters. Not everything I checked, but almost everything I checked was about admission inquiries or Paladins. Or praising Paladin for his innocence."
I've already been intoxicated by my game in a day and sent a thousand letters like that. Of course, there's a letter with a vagina about my dance. However, I am convinced.
There are more positive things.
Anyway, public relations is the most important thing.
"Look, that's the ad effect of Falardine Gimcott. Those who were not particularly interested in the Bronze Astronomical Society will be interested in this."
No one in the world would understand "advertising" more deeply than I do. I'm from a modern capitalist world where multimedia advertising is flooding.
Paladin becomes money.
"Isn't that right?"
"It is true that this Saint also knows. Anyway... there was a lot of trouble. I came down here to tell you this. Paladin did better than Saint Bone thought."
The Saint praised me.
"So I'll give you permission to do the rest of the work as Paladin thinks. Tell me Verde's name hard. Saint Bone believes in Paladin."
"Of course!! I am a paladin who eats and grows in faith! Don't worry! We will win this contest."
"Haha, you're so confident."
The Saint who rose from the throne smiled and said,
"This Saint also quite likes that of Paladin. Anyone who acts with absolute confidence... is not bad either. Even more if you have the ability to do that."
"Uh-huh, a man should be confident. But are you leaving now?"
"Not so, but I intend to return to the battlefield soon. So you don't have to give me hope. Get some rest and get ready for tomorrow's game."
"Got it."
So the Saint went out first, and I went home dressed.