I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Corberto seemed okay, so we decided to go back to the game. Playing the game are a man named Aberb, a Rank B adventurer, and a Demitris stream gatekeeper.

This Aberb, apparently, is a magical swordsman. In melee, he uses a simulator, and in distance, he uses water and poison magic.

Listening to the commentary, he said what an apprentice Ayworth is. I see, you don't like the way you fight. Besides, he doesn't seem to have the personality.

Poisoned opponents are stuck with a weak attack. But I'm sure it's strong.

'Personality sucks, but movement is sophisticated. Besides, the Apostle of Ayworth means...'

(Might use poison)

'Oh, we need to be careful there, too. Though I can think of a few things like restraining them from using item bags'

(This time it won't fail)

Moldred was prevented from traction by junction stones and such. I hear Fran thinks of the measures a lot.

"Fran, it was brilliant"

"Moldred? Can we move now?

"Oh, my God."

It was Moldred, who had fought furiously with Fran until earlier, who had spoken out in anticipation of the game being over.

Though the footsteps are somewhat unbound, it seems possible to move.

There is no remorse or anger in that face, but a refreshing smile.

"Sorry about the last time."

"Lava? But Moldred was fine, wasn't he?

"I used the technique of increasing my resistance to soluble iron before the game. Even if my consciousness is gone, the magic I once granted will last until the effect time. But that's like continuing to attack even after winning or losing. It was a violation of manners."

That said, I bow my head deeply. He is a disciplined man.

"Okay. Accept Apology"

"Thanks"

"Instead, I'd like to hear a few words"

"That's good. Ask me anything."

"About the game earlier. First of all..."

Fran hits Moldred with questions about the game haul. Moldred, too, answers me nicely around there.

Apparently it's fun for him to have something to teach Fran. He is a good looking after man.

That's not how I can talk to a veteran, and this would be a very good opportunity.

Skilled match content is shown up close, and the match is looked back at with the person. It was going to be a huge experience for Fran to be able to fight Moldred here.

The retrospective of the franc vs. moldred battle, which spans dozens, is over and now replaces the analysis of the other contestants' battles.

"If you're Moldred, how do you fight Aberb earlier?

"If you're the person with less information, take the distance first. You'll see the gap, mainly in melting iron magic."

"I see."

"Or, if you're confident, you can bring it in close range. In Fran's case, the battle with the sword would be advantageous. Then you can get close before you get worked up."

The words of Mordred, who caught up with Fran by that handyman, are heavy.

"I think he's actually releasing poison magic in a shorter chant."

"How do you know?

"I shot poisonous magic at a faster time than normal just once. You must have panicked at the other guy's bullet-preparedness rush. I can't imagine being fast just by chance once."

"Are you trying to make other contestants think their chanting shortening skills aren't a big deal?

"I think so"

Just listen to Moldred's analysis, it's all kinds of interesting.

That's how I was thrilled, but my men came under Moldred. Fran has completely forgotten, but he's a man he's met face to face on a ship escort request before.

Even against Fran, who beat Moldred, I can see that he's being respectful. I guess Moldred's education is good.

Apparently, something happened.

"Is it that time already?"

"Ugly."

"Okay, I'll go. It was a meaningful time. Let's talk about magic next time."

"Mm-hmm. Thanks. I had fun, too."

"Oh."

That's how I became alone, and someone approached Fran, who moffled out Ursi, again.

"Um, Fran, sister"

"Hmm? Caitley, Nilfe too"

"Hello..."

"On!"

It is a children's combination of Caitley and Nilfe. He seemed to be in a VIP seat where only nobles and others could get in, but I guess he found Fran and came to a special viewing seat.

There have been signs for a few minutes now, but they didn't hesitate to call Mordred. No, were you simply afraid of Moldred?

For this reason, special seats are places for contestants, people who invest in them, etc.

Free seating is where the general audience is. Special viewing seats are related seats. Guest seats are invitee seats. Well, that's the way it splits. The invitee seats are special treatments, so they can come here too.

"The one you were talking about earlier was Master Moldred, wasn't it?

"Mmm."

"We seemed so close..."

"Mm-hmm. Fellow adventurers?

Fran leans his neck in doubtful form. Sure, because I don't know what to say about our relationship with Moldred.

When it comes to friends, they are short with each other and years apart. It won't be the same as your rivals, and I'm guessing it's your fellow adventurers who stick with you the most.

"I was fighting earlier, are you okay? That, to each other."

"Why?"

"resentment, anger..."

"'Cause we just played a game"

No, you can just say that because you're a Saba Saba type Fran and Moldred, right? Some of them will resent you for winning or losing.

But Caitley, who doesn't respect Fran, seems to have taken that for granted. I was convinced by the way I was impressed. The same goes for Nilfe.

"Oh, really? That's just a game..."

"It's amazing."

"Mm-hmm. Win or lose, no grudges."

In Fran's words, you must have remembered why you came so far, the two of you spoken to me to congratulate Fran on his victory.

"Congratulations on your victory, sister!

"Congratulations"

"Thanks."

"It was really amazing!

Talk about the battle between Fran and Mordred in a way that the Caitleys were excited about.

"Well, I wasn't sure what was going on along the way..."

"But it was amazing."

"That's right!

After the boundaries were covered up by moldred lava, they couldn't see anything from the outside.

But the audience seemed unexpectedly even to enjoy it.

"It was a sight I'd never seen, like an orange lava filled in a glass cup. Lava is such a beautiful thing."

"It was beautiful."

Sure, it would have been a sight you wouldn't normally see. Since heat is blocked by the junction, only beauty seems to have remained.

Before the audience got tired of it, it seemed good to have been settled. It was a few minutes ago.

"Are you okay with your injury?

"That much is usual"

"Oh yeah...... If I'm going to be an adventurer too, I need to be prepared."

"Good luck."

"Yes!"

Apparently, Caitley didn't look scared, but rather even more motivated. Is it a franc effect or original qualities? Outreach, could have been a famous adventurer in the future.

Fran will then be watching the game with the Caitleys. To Fran's commentary, the little ones were listening with a serious face.

Nilfe seems to be surprisingly interested, too, and nods at times. Never a good commentary, but they've learned quite a bit.

"I'm sorry to hear about your sister's friend Charlotte."

"Mm-hmm. But he fought better than last year."

The best attraction would have been the match between Elsa and Charlotte. Same card as last year and the flow was similar to last year.

The difference is that Charlotte fought longer or so? It was moving extraordinarily better. But he hasn't gotten enough offense to break through Elsa's defense yet, and at the end of the day, he was thrown and lost off-site.

"Sister, good luck with your next game. I'm here for you! Oh, my God, you're one of those dungeon pairs!

"Mm. Win"

"Yes!"

My next opponent is Biscott.