Holy capital. It is an independent urban state, between kingdom and empire.
It is a vibrant city where the main hall of numerous gods is located and is always busy with the faithful who visit it.
Especially this time of year, there will be a divine match for the gods of commerce. As a result, the crowd was a mess.
I've never been here before, but it's amazing.
A bald man standing at the edge of a circular large square and leaking an exclamation in his heart.
When I was a year old, I would be at the end of middle age. That figure of solidification in travel attire shows that he is a worshipper from another country.
(A lot of people are the same as Wang Du. But the beauty of this building)
Sigh and look around from the large circular square. There is a group of stone buildings full of majesty.
(First the Inn, then the Temple of the God of Commerce)
His name is Andale. He runs a pharmacist shop in Wangdu.
I'm here for "Sacred Capital Visit". At this time of year in the shopping district of Wangdu, delegates are sent to the worship of the God of Commerce.
"Once in a lifetime, I go visit God of Commerce"
Because there was such a custom. The cost is provided by everyone in the mall in the form of a donation.
Andale was chosen because he served as a summary of the shopping district for several periods.
A lot of work and a lesser role in return. It would be a reward for working on it.
(Sure, there was supposed to be a boarding house)
Father bald with a thick cloth cloak and a swollen bag on his shoulder. He started walking along the wall, opening the map with one hand.
A few days later, the wind is cold but clear in the blue sky in the morning.
Heavy bell sounds were emitted from the temple of the god of commerce, its shrine. It marks the beginning of one of the four Grand Slams, the divine game.
"You were a kingdom woman b, it's time to go"
Audience seats set in the Temple Great Hall. A figure very similar to Santa Claus sitting there called out to the woman next door.
This person, who boasts a rich white beard, is the deputy guild leader of the Kingdom Merchant Guild. He is the puller of this year's Kingdom team.
"Yes, I'll try my best to come"
She looks like an adult, wearing a light peach piece. Squeeze your luxuriously crafted hands together.
When he saw it, the deputy guild chief smiled calmly.
"You don't have to worry about it that much. Drain your strength and do as you always do."
I guess I was somewhat relieved by the gentle, deep voice. Smiling and nodding, he takes his seat and makes a small run to the modest room.
(Because her senior was that one, maybe she's nervous)
I think with sigh. Kingdom woman a sitting on Casabel's sideline, she had already lost.
It was a fat middle-aged man with countless scratches on his back that knocked him down. Rather than fierce, he attacked in an instant with a more netinetic and skillful hipster.
(No, it's not just the hips. fingers, tongue, breath blowing, everything was used at the same time)
Stick it up into small pieces, while your left hand continues to attack your chest and your right hand behind your butt. And he was breathing in his ears, licking up his neck muscles.
(Exactly, art on the bed. I have to be an apprentice, too)
Cut into a district of thought, you look around the venue. It's a large circular hall.
Six circular stages are arranged at equal intervals between walls. The audience is the shape that surrounds the three sides of the stage.
(By now, in the middle of getting dressed)
The understatement is behind the wall. Through two doors, athletes appear on stage.
How would people react when she appeared?
(Well, what happens)
Speeding up his heartbeat with anticipation and anxiety, the deputy guild manager waited for the player to show up.
"Kingdom girl b!
King of plain children taking the call and kicking open the door.
There are only three things I wear. Leather boots on your knees and a black leather holder wrapped around your left thigh, plus a crimson butterfly mask that covers your face.
Everything else can be peeled out and said almost completely naked.
"What's in that hand, I wonder?
"You look like a cow chaser's whip. But you can't possibly bring that stuff in."
Near the deputy guild chief, gentlemen and ladies whisper.
They are gathering her gaze on the right hand of the Plain Child King. A black leather braided bull whip (bull whip) was bound in a circle.
Meanwhile, the deputy guild chief noted the thigh candle holder. Two thick candles in different colors, plugged in.
(Red and black? You thought you could handle both the general and the technical.)
Proud long white beard, snorts at it as it glistens.
Paan!
A sharp bursting sound that abruptly echoes into the venue. The Plain Child King flashed his whip.
For a moment, a quiet audience seat. Immediately afterwards, a voice of protest springs up in unison.
"Whip? It's against the rules to take a weapon to the stage!
"Kingdom B? What is the kingdom doing!
Even for the call of disqualification and disqualification, Plain Son doesn't move. I just laugh at one end of my mouth.
To that appearance, the Santa Claus deputy guild length narrowed his eyes.
(You're all right with your mental. As long as you wear a butterfly mask, it looks like you can stay queen)
There was no usual, plain and faint appearance there.
Bullchase whip (bullwhip) to be shaken again to silence the noisy audience.
"Slap the floor"
Betrayed such surrounding expectations, the whip merely drew a circle on the universe. But somehow, a fierce burst strikes my ear.
The audience, opponents and even clerics present at it accidentally shrugged their necks.
"Let me explain to everyone who watches the game."
Capture a quieter machine with whipping noises and a cleric takes a microphone for legal discourse.
"Kingdomwoman B's gear is standard in the play called Sin and Punishment."
A face-to-face audience.
"Sin and Punishment", I have heard its name. But I didn't even know the details.
"It has developed remarkably in the Kingdom in recent years, and the playing population has crossed a certain number. As a result of the preliminary discussions, we agreed to allow the use of Whip and Candle."
It is the sharp protests that do not rise, but the audience is full of blemishes, including dissatisfaction.
The deputy guild leader exhaled small as he messed with his white beard.
(Because of the pioneers, we can't get an understanding before the game. We'll have to shut him up with the results.)
If you turn your gaze to the stage, the plain child king laughs invincibly with one hand on his hip.
(Good luck)
The deputy guild chief shrugged to his heart as he relied on him to see him.
"Let the game begin!
A naked man runs out to the Plain Child King in the ensuing priestly proclamation.
To someone with a whip, I guess you didn't want to take the distance. But the plain queen does not move at all and waves her right hand gently.
"Huh!
With just a snap on the wrist, the tip of the whip breaks through the speed of sound. The generated shock wave produces an ear-watering sound.
Instinctive fear dulled the opponent's legs.
"Sora!
With the voice of the plain child king, a wave to the side slaps the man's two arms.
Opponents who face pain and step back. But it's still in the range of the Plain Child King.
"I thought I could get away with it. Ah? There's no way, look!
A whip that strikes from left to right one after another. I try to prevent it by putting my arms up, but the tip doesn't stop.
Turn your arms around to the starting point and hit the man in the back once in a while.
"Gu."
An opponent who finally kneels on the floor.
In the audience a woman in elegant clothes turned away and the old man next door raised his anger.
"Isn't it just violence! You can't refuse to admit to playing like this!
Standing up from his seat and pointing to the cleric, he began protesting with an angry look. Whether it is the opponent's backup seat, the surrounding people quickly synchronize and make noise.
"Make it stop now! This is an official protest..."
Gun!
"Do what!
The old man, kicked in the chair from behind, looks back with his face loose like a demon. And there, I saw a man staring back at me with dark eyes.
"... out of the way, sit down"
Gently move the thin chin, long man. He is sinking his body into a chair and putting his hands and feet together for a long time.
Characteristic are the sprinkled cheeks and under-eye neighborhoods. You can't be here, such as someone who doesn't know this person.
(Reaper! Why are you here?
Receiving emotional gaze, the old man's heart freezes.
I knew Reaper had won in a way that was close to instantaneous killing. But other Imperial delegates' matches are still going on.
If you're going to take a seat, you're going to be on a different stage.
"Shh... excuse me"
Without raising any questions, the old man collapses into a chair. And he circled himself as hard as he could to keep him out of the way of Reaper's gaze.
I don't need to get that far, but the fear behind me must have moved my body.
(... does Reaper protest?
A young man sitting in two remote seats peeps at the reaper while keeping his eyes open.
He's in the same position as a rounded old man. Opponent's backer.
(For now the act of the Reaper is no longer visible standing before his eyes. attitude to 'sin and punishment', we still don't know)
The most recent ranking has fallen to double digits due to the continued absence from the Games. But its strength, no doubt, is a single digit.
What's further behind it is the Empire. The statement is heavy.
(If Reaper doesn't admit it, this game can be forfeited)
A rematch after banning weapons at least now that the representatives of my home country are at a disadvantage. I want to disqualify them if I can.
The old man, struck directly by Reaper, is shivering down. It won't be useless for a while.
I have to do this.
You should be the only one on this occasion to take over the role.
(Come on, deny it? deny it)
Watch with anticipation. But Reaper didn't move.
'I hope you're quiet. Any further protests will be deemed obstructive and withdrawn. Attention, please.
A cleric tells him with inner relief when he sees that Reaper does not turn to the denial side. With this announcement, the place closed all at once.
At the Grand Slam venue of the four major tournaments, I can't be discarded from my seat. You'll never be able to come again.
Everyone understood that.
"What's up, huh? Sora!"
Blowing again, the Queen's whip rambling.
Though he stood up once, the opponent's man was kneeling again.
What is this?
What's in my mind is confusion. The sharp pain leaves without pulling back.
And then the twitching heat spreads along with the sweet pain.
What the hell is this?
I don't know why, I've never experienced anything like this before.
(Keep taking it, it's not good)
I only know that. But I really can't help myself. All he could do was crawl on all fours and keep getting whipped.
"That's sloppy!
When the plain child king screams to bruise, he switches from horizontal to vertical.
A whip that turns into rain and keeps slapping a man on the back and ass. But it never hits my head. It was perfectly controlled.
"Ahhh!
It's the sound of a whip carving rhythm, the voice of a man clearly heard among them, a scream perhaps containing sweetness.
"Huh?"
The plain child king who hears it stops the whip and circles behind the man.
……
To the sudden whipping rain, the man looks up with a slightly chopped look. But there was no king of plain children there.
(Where?
I know my own ass was stepped on when I moved my gaze to the left and right.
(Behind?)
That's when I looked back and tried to check.
"Ugh!
To the flowers blooming in the center of my big peach, the feeling of something being screwed ran.
It is the heel of the plain child king's leather boot on his lap.
"Ah! Hey!
Reclining on all fours, opponent. The opening mouth squeezes out words that are intermittently meaningless.
Some gentlemen and ladies pressed their mouths with their hands and screamed and killed them.
The absurd trick of stepping on your ass and then pushing your heels straight in. It replaced itself, imagined, and became unbearable.
"Don't you have the qualities to not even have to use candles? Hey?"
King of plain children with a thin laugh sticking to his mouth, sinking his heels even further.
But not as violent as it looks. The intrusion of specially processed heels was polite and never damaged a man's flowers.
"Yeah, something like this?
The plain child king waves a whip and paints a circle on the universe. A sharp cracking sound, bursting at the same time.
The opponent I heard instinctively tried to close the flowers. But it gives a recoil close to a suicide bombing, causing it to cross the line.
"Ahhh!
With his pitiful voice, he began to spout his defeat momentously and well underneath.
"Winner, Kingdom Girl B!
Forecasting the rendezvous when it stops, the plain child king pulls through his heels. The shock caused the remaining signs of defeat to drip off again.
"Hmm."
King of plain children seeing the sight as he bends one side of his mouth. When you shrug your shoulders, turn your arms wide with the whip.
A skin-braided bull whip (a bull whip) that spirals directly above it. Release your hand and fall to hand in a bound state.
Received without a glance was skilled enough to terrorize many of the audience.
(... I didn't know this was coming out, it's something I'd try to join)
The man with the dark neighborhood beneath his eyes, his eyes slightly narrowed and he grinned. And I even gently applauded him on my lap.
(Reaper on fire? If she does, she's done)
(Oh, even if I win next, then next...)
Those who sit around whisper as they look back at the tournament table.
Kingdom Woman B was a combination of hitting Imperial Man A in WW3.