I’m the White Pig Nobleman, but With the Memories of My Previous Life, I’ll Raise My Little Brother

So far, we're talking about a situation where Concours is competing in La Purcell with Maria?

I don't really like the way people say it. La Purcell is popular with the people, but Maria is popular with the nobles.

After Maria's song was finished, she came out of her guest seat to the front door of the Imperial Theatre during a short break, where she said goodbye to Jayanta.

He was a very good man, and if I ever stopped by Kikunai territory, I'd like to thank him for something.

So, if I ever came to Kikunai territory and had any trouble, I would tell the Alliance Master my name, and he laughed and understood.

So, next up is the Estrajas' game.

In the past, Dr. Romanov and Mr. Viktor and Mr. Lara said they had been in Colosseum games, and now moved near the Colosseum's players' room.

I know on my own. Something about it, stick to Dr. Romanoff, who's going down the hallway all the way, and we're going too.

Then a small wooden door hits the stone hallway.

When I knocked, Mr. Lara came out of inside.

"Hey, there you are"

"I'm sorry to bother you"

When I greeted him on behalf of him and then went indoors, Mr. Romeo, Mr. Tibolto and Mr. McCuscio were each taking care of their deals.

"This... Thank you very much for coming!

Get off the crude wooden bench you were gently putting on and kneel on the stone floor.

I'm the one who says thank you to my subordinates, but it hurts when you kneel on a stone.

"We don't need that kind of liturgical thing. It's going to be a game, so take it easy."

"Ha! Thank you!

Hmmm, when we met, it should have been a complete use of words that crushed some more, but I also fixed that...

Well, a polite tone is better for listening than a rambling tone, and the impression you get isn't bad.

When they sit back on the bench, the three resume taking care of their weapons.

Mr. Romeo is the type of shield that attaches swords and arms to standards, Mr. Tibolt is a spear, and Mr. McCushio is a whip and throwing knife, and they say they can use all three if they're elementary magic, but Mr. McCushio also thinks they can use intermediate offensive magic if they're water systems?

They say that each person who can use witchcraft has attributes that are specific and good at, which generally apply to one of the four major elements.

"Mostly," so of course some people don't apply, and not many have multiple attributes.

In relation to the protection I'm just getting, it can be a multi-attribute of soil and wind, but it's probably unattributable because my specialty is endowed magic.

Granting magic is the extreme of multiple attributes, and when you try to extremes that path, you end up not saying you're good at specializing in any attribute, so it ends up being attributeless... Apparently.

Unattributed is the all-rounder of sorcery, not good at it, but not bad at it.

So now my condition is distorted as a granting magician......

I guess I'll talk to God around here for a second.

Aside from that, I did come here for some support, but it can be to check if the grant magic hasn't expired.

I don't have an appraisal eye, and I don't have any tools for an appraisal. But whether the magic is broken or not depends on the damage to the clothes.

Carefully check the clothes of the three.

Make sure there's no part of their clothes that's leaking through my magic so they don't even miss a slight glitch.

I brought some sewing tools for the weaker parts, and I'll reinforce them a little bit.

"I'm ready to win. Hit me with everything you can after that."

"Of course. Watch, young lady."

Wins and losses are almost determined during the preparation phase before reaching the battlefield.

Even this militant party seems to have the strength to say things, and it's pretty much decided in its preparation phase.

It's not about anything political backstory like this one, it's about selecting and caring for protective equipment and weapons to wear, or adjusting your own conditions.

Preparing to win and eliminating losing elements thoroughly is the role of the back.

Around where there wasn't so much to fix, I guess their powers are up too.

The first person to start training, I used to fix things every day.

You've also contributed a lot to improving my technology, haven't you?

And when you're ready, head to the audience.

Then there was Mr. Louis, acting on my behalf, in the relevant seat.

In the morning, Mr. Viktor picked me up at Kikunai and brought me here, and I laugh uncomfortably when I glance at him.

I can't be more loving than making the Baron think that me and him are backwards... so I'll stare.

The battle has already begun here.

Prior to the start of the game, the warriors enter the arena.

From the entrance on the side where we are sitting, three Estraija, from the opposite side came the skinheads and the Mohicans, then the men who fit well with the words kernel pruning flexion.

In the officials' seat over there, a well-fattened man, who would be Baron Ballas, is flustered.

and Lara, who has been admitted with Estraeja, lowers her hips to the relevant seats.

Then, on a stone link set in the centre of the Colosseum, an elderly man of long, skinny stature stood stroking a mixed white Kaisel beard.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the gathering, I am General Manager of the Adventurer Guild Empire Headquarters, Maccabelli. Get to know me!

Put your hands on your chest with a playful trick to thank you.

And deliberately one cough.

"Before the game begins, we would like to ask everyone gathered to be present!

A loud voice echoes the Colosseum.

Then a woman with branches of laurel emerged from the entrance on the other side to the center of the arena, something like a giant pot of flames burning, from those who came out of the arena Estraija.

In contrast, I can see that Mr. Louis was slightly upset.

Upon retrieving the scroll from the inside of the frock coat worn by the General Manager, he spread it toward the audience.

What was written was the backdrop of the attempted monster outbreak in Kikunai territory in the winter, the status quo in which Estreja and the others were placed, and then the contents of the bet between me and the Baron, finally read out by Mr. Maccabelli, and the Colosseum was surrounded by an atmosphere that would never be seen.

"Note that we will perform a ritual to place more stringent bets than this. Before we do that, we'd like you to show us what you bet on both sides."

To that word, Mr. Louis glances at Mr. Lara. Then Mr. Lara took a single testimony out of his nostalgia.

"I hereby present to you a testimony to the effect that I, Ilariya Rubinskaya, my ally Sir Romanov and Sir Shostakovich, entrust the imperial sales rights of Effet (Effe) and Papillon (Papillon) and the identity of our three heroes to this battle"

"Wah, I hereby present a statement to the effect that I will bet the Baron Ballas' right to collect taxes and the traditional land and mansion!

Wait, I didn't say I'd bet on the teachers!?

Mr. Louis opens his eyes and I also look at Dr. Romanov and Mr. Lara three times sitting next to him.

But the teacher said, "Wouldn't it be nice to win?"

In the days of the Baron family in the days of the Imperial Three Heroes, the Colosseum has a tremendous enthusiasm.

A woman roasted the branches of the laurel tree in a pot where the fire burned badly as she watched them and Estreja line up in the link, as the testimony reached Mr. Maccabelli's hands, swallowed by it and not disputed it.

"We're going to execute a space ratio!

The Colosseum squeaks heavily.

If you are an imperial subjects, you will always hear the word "air ratio" once.

Because in the story of the founding of the Empire, it is passed down as a ritual that the first emperor did to gain its divine power.

But it was also a fixed theory in a long time ago that there was no such thing as the right ritual to do, and the venue boils down even more to the announcement that it could be recreated based on the cooperation of the elves and many historians.

"An air ratio is also a pledge. That is, to take an oath. You sincerely regret your sins, and you want to make amends, can you swear by the six-pillar gods who protect this land?

Both sides nod without atrophying into the sharp Mr. Maccabelli's eyes.

Because I'm preconceived, it looks like they're doing it to me.

"Those guys, what are you sniffing at?" I don't think it's my fault because you're so annoyed.

The ritual proceeds.

Cut a thousand roasted laurel leaves for the number of people, Mr. Maccabelli goes on to say more.

"If these people truly regret what they have done, nothing will happen. But if it was false, with the start of the game its body would be eroded by the curse. Both sides, do you swear that God is hung up and repentant?

"" "Yes!

"" "Whoa!

"Then eat the leaves of this sacred flame of laurel."

Estraija chews and swallows the laurel leaves well with Mugumug, which was said to have been given to her. But after they had put the leaves in their mouths, they covered their mouths with their hands to hide whether they swallowed them or not.

Come on, the trick's in place.

"Both, fight with dignity"

A referee appeared on Mr. Maccabelli's behalf on the link.

"We're starting the Estraija vs. Cyclops game now!

At the same time the referee waved down, the bronze at the start of the match burst into the Colosseum.