Hentai Dragon King

I, Ranjou, and Iferaski helped Iria take off her armor.

Iria has no more turn today.

Esty-san and Fullru also have no immediate turn, so they took off their armor.

Duran’s inside is empty so he stayed as is. The setting is that he received terrible wounds in past battles and cannot show his face.

Iferaski and Ranjou did not sit in the front row and went to the horse girls who became companions this morning.

Kaka-Pipi returned to stuffed-animal form and went somewhere.

The remaining people sat in chairs and watched the southern army’s entrance march.

Coming in first from the southern army entrance gate were Ana hanging the order flag of a white sword on a red field under her spear tip, and a knight hanging a flag with lightning patterns on a black field.

Ana seemed to be layering a strongly sheer red dress over bikini armor. Not the gorgeous noble-young-lady-feeling dress from earlier, but a dress that felt like blazing-flame battle attire.

She equipped a vertically long inverted-triangle shield and a spear. She wore no helmet so her red hair was visible, and because her whole body was bright red you could tell it was Ana even from far away.

Hey. Commentator Raiden. Explain for us~.

However, Raiden who conveniently explained at the former status test is not here.

"Iria. Won’t you explain?"

"Eh?"

"Look. We know Ana well, but here there are more children who don’t know her."

"I see. Understood. The red woman who entered first is Ana Lunametié. She is a ducal daughter of the Lunametié house that rules Nul Arnu, and an aristocrat who herself holds the rank of marquis. She serves as captain of the Red Iron Order, is a powerhouse of A-rank knight 3rd place, and is skilled at flame skills."

"Iria. Why doesn’t Ana wear armor?"

"Ana’s flame is too powerful, so ordinary armor melts. If melted metal flows into the joints, when she cancels the skill the metal hardens and she becomes unable to move. Therefore she only protects vital points with rare metal armor of strong flame resistance so it doesn’t get in the way."

"I see. An ideal reason that she must wear bikini armor. Who is the knight next to her?"

"Black field with yellow lightning patterns. He is captain of the Yellow Thunder Order, A-rank knight 2nd place Lai Tornel."

I see. The explanation is short. Difference in love?

Because he’s A-rank 2nd place he’s stronger than Ana, so there should be other things to talk about, but Iria says nothing more about him after that.

Companions follow after the two.

Ah!

It’s È!

That guy is participating on the same team as Ana?

"Iria, that knight in red armor is an acquaintance of mine."

"Ah. That’s È."

"You know him, Iria!"

"A-Ah. Why are you so surprised."

"No, don’t mind it. If there’s someone we know, being surprised is the culture of our country."

"I see. He participated last year too, and he’s an influential knight so of course I’d know. His skill is fighting spirit. He clads himself or his weapons in fighting spirit and greatly improves his abilities."

While having Iria explain I watched the southern army’s entrance march.

Um. Of the twelve A-rank knights, three are women, and all three are on the southern army.

Red Iron Order Ana Lunametié, Silver Staff Order Ril Coccotti, Black Shadow Order Maria Zoot—if we end up fighting their teams, I should be the one to fight after all.

I’ll take on the strong opponents!

During combat the chest of the opponent’s armor might coincidentally shatter and I might even end up touching breasts, but that’s an accident during combat. I want to attack actively without fearing accidents.

After the entrance march comes jousting by the knights’ attendants.

In pro-wrestling entertainment terms it’s the first match, or match zero. A place to show off immature newcomers while having them gain experience.

Like Priest Griez at the status test, the emcee’s voice was loud and resounded throughout the venue. Heraldry official Gish served as emcee.

"Southern army first, attendant of Red Iron Order captain Ana Lunametié, Lulu Stick!"

Called and entering the arena from the west entrance gate was the staff girl who had been Ana’s attendant yesterday.

Light equipment of a long robe layered over chainmail. She’s unusually bundled up so she might be wearing a metal breastplate under the long robe.

Something fresh about her. Unlike the knights who were in the entrance march, she hasn’t mastered wearing chainmail and her movements are awkward?

Shield in her left hand. A wooden lance in her right.

"I thought that girl was a mage, but she’s a knight. A magic knight or something?"

"That’s right. As long as she’s serving as a knight’s attendant she’s also a knight apprentice. It shouldn’t be that she can only use magic. Because she’s Ana’s attendant she should also have been trained in hand-to-hand combat. That she was selected for this first joust means she’s the most expected among the southern army’s attendants."

"I see."

Even in combat-sports entertainment, those entrusted with the first match are often newcomers. To warm the venue with the reckless momentum and heat that comes from youth.

Lulu who entered from the east entrance ran her horse, passed in front of us going south, moved to the west side and then stopped.

"Both ends of the arena have the distance of one longbow range, and in the center there is a field the length of one throwing-spear range."

Translating what Iria explained into modern style, it’s this.

The arena is 400 meters wide. In the center there is a leveled section like a 100-meter dash course. That becomes the jousting field.

"There is a dividing fence, and knights run from left and right respectively and attack each other with their lances."

I hadn’t paid attention during the entrance march, but certainly in the center of the 100-meter dash course there is a fence about waist height for a person, crossing the center.

"If you unhorse the opponent you win."

"I see. Easy-to-understand rules."

"If you let go of your lance it’s a loss. Also, if you fail to break your own lance it’s a loss."

"Eh? I’m not mishearing, right? If you don’t break your own lance you lose? What does that mean?"

I know the answer because I heard the rules beforehand, but I dare ask for the children who don’t know. Glancing over, the capybara girls seem to be properly listening.

"Because the lances are wooden, if you accurately land a hit that carries momentum they shatter. That they didn’t shatter means it was an immature strike that didn’t carry power."

"I see. Ah, that’s why Iria brought three lances."

"No. Those are for practice. The lances used in the joute are prepared by the organizers. You receive them inside the entrance gate."

"I see. Certainly if you brought your own there might be cheating. By the way, why did that girl enter from the east and move to the west?"

"If you dash from near the opponent’s camp, the winner can return to their own camp as is."

"I see."

While Iria explained the rules Iferaski was nodding and being surprised, but you also heard the rules beforehand. Don’t tell me you forgot? You have a setting of being smart, you know.

"Northern army first, attendant of Black Dragon Order captain Dragnov Advel, Gan Treto!"

Gish called the opponent’s name.

The northern army, that is the team we belong to.

From the west entrance gate a knight on a horse appeared. Hmm. The captains ride dragons but the attendants are on ordinary horses. No, it’s a bit big. I thought the rider was small, but that’s not it. A horse that looks like an end-of-the-century overlord would ride.

Gan likewise passed in front of us, half-circled the arena, and moved to the east side.

Gan and Lulu, the two knights glare at each other at throwing-spear range.

They level their lances and take a posture that can charge at any time.

Which should I cheer for.

In terms of the army we belong to I should cheer for the unknown man named Gan, but Ana’s attendant is a girl and I saw her face up close.

"The decision is instant. Watch carefully."

"Ah."

At Gish’s word "Begin" as the signal, the mounts on left and right of the field dash.

They reach top speed all at once over the short distance and at the same time the two cross. I see. The field width is the optimal distance for an accelerated mount to deliver one strike.

I thought lightly equipped Lulu would be at a disadvantage, but a thin red membrane covers her whole body. She’s probably using some kind of magic or skill.

Which of them will win.

Both thrust their lances at each other and hit the shields.

They seemed to have carried sufficient momentum, and both lances shattered halfway.

Both lose their postures, but Gan endures and remains on horseback.

However Lulu falls.

That her helmet came off tells of the impact of being unhorsed.

Perhaps her foot caught in the stirrup, Lulu is dragged by the horse as is.

Both arms are at the mercy of it, but does she have consciousness?

Is that okay...

If it’s a serious injury Ana-san will bring her to me. At that time into her anus... No, because she’s a cheeky girl I’ll have her suck.

The venue is wrapped in cheers and clapping.

Victorious Gan raises his hand and heads toward the king’s tent.

"Huh? Wasn’t he supposed to withdraw as is?"

"The first match is special. The winner receives words and a reward from the king."

"Nice."

"Those selected for the first match have good family lineage and high skill. Because they represent both armies. Young people who will support the country from now on have shown their ability to the king. This is an extremely honorable thing."

Victorious Gan raises a golden rod received from Gish—I don’t think it’s a dildo after all so maybe a dagger...—and withdraws to his own camp while bathing in a rain of applause.

Defeated Lulu apparently had consciousness; she removed her foot from the stirrup, rolled on the ground, stopped the tournament staff who tried to rush over with her hand, and stood up. Then, as if ashamed of showing a pathetic figure, she hunched her back and headed toward her horse with awkward steps.

On the large vision only we can see, Lulu’s face has a line of blood dripping from a gap in her hair and is distorted with the frustration of defeat. However she is not shedding tears. A strong flame remains in the depths of her eyes.

Next time I won’t lose, if it’s a magic match I won’t lose... as if desperately enduring wanting to make some excuse, her mouth is tightly shut.

I see. This is joute.

Looking at injured Lulu, being a ryona fan I felt my crotch lightly heat up.