"Well, why don't the general show Anis something nice and make him fall in love so that he can't bother anymore? You want to show him something cool, don't you? Like a tournament? I just heard you say that. The tournament sounds like fun, doesn't it? Are you excited? Ugh?"
Well, is the priest actually interested in the tournament, as if he were advising Lecter at first glance?
And that's what the general said.
"Ah, the tournament was held at this time of year, but there are times this year when the war is about to resume and the state is still to be determined."
And alongside the vice general, he answered with a slightly unfortunate expression.
In front of both of them, the priest said he was excited with his expectations.
"Really? But it won't matter if it's a day or so. Ah, perhaps if you see your cool men and your anise is attracted? Indeed, there are many strong men here who have excelled in battle. And women are weaker than strong men. Are men stronger than faces? No matter how great you look, even a weak man is a bit attractive as a man ~"
Slightly better.
So, no, no, Father, is that provocation? But it's kind of a very cheap provocation. No matter how much you want to see the tournament, this Lector is on such an understandable provocation -
"Huh? Did I say that? That's Austin, a man with a lot of experience in life, I see... hmm? If that's all, shall we play the tournament again this year? And this year, I should leave too, right? You can't tell me that and regret it. Oh, Anis, of course you're here for me, right? I'm actually very strong.
What?
I got in. I'm on it, General! I'm surprised!
But who's standing there with the death flag? Don't you have a word for self-weight!?
What are you freaking out about, and what are you sparkling about for nothing...
"Wait a minute, Lecter. Isn't it dangerous to say such a thing? What if there's an accident? You can't hurt the general."
Of course, I can't just admit that my secret job is the general's only emergency paramedic, can I? Don't you dare increase my work? And don't make me worry.
In the old world, there was a king who accidentally died holding a hobby spear match!?
"But I've always wanted to show you my masculinity. I feel like you're looking at me lightly and softly. [M] Yeah, just fine. Let's hold the tournament here as usual and prove that you think differently. [M] Besides, if I get hurt badly, will you be able to fix it? Then don't worry about it."
Well, don't wink at me with your chest up. That's why we're here. But...
"Oh dear Virgin, there have never been any deaths in this tournament. There are strict rules so that you don't get hurt properly, so it's actually safer than normal training. I can't stop him. He's disqualified without asking questions. Besides, if you don't invite the outside world, if you only do it with your family, it doesn't make much difference to everyday training.
Well, the lieutenant-general kind of started making his eyes shine with a strange smile on Lecter's side, right?
"That's right. Moreover, unlike training, multiple adjudicators are watching closely, and there are few injuries that are not forced to be exhausted like training. I just don't want that information to leak and be hacked into the day... okay, let's get this over with before it leaks. Fortunately, Oliglow hasn't shown any signs of war yet."
Lecter nodded with a serious face.
"I have to! Aren't you attracted to a strong man with excellent swordsmanship? That's good ~ Strong man ~"
The priest turned his eyes towards me with expectations.
"Yeah? Well, that's true. But..."
But that's not the problem, is it? But...
"It's okay, I don't want to get hurt."
And if the general smiles,
"Even if someone gets hurt, there's a great potion for you to make, so everyone can come back to life in no time."
and the deputy general stretched his chest,
"You can cure everything beautifully, not just injuries ~ I know about it ~"
The priest said he was satisfied...
Eh, what the hell are these guys doing? They're sparkling eyes...
And when I was stunned.
Oh, okay! You want to do it anyway? You just want to get mad, don't you? I'm sure it doesn't matter why!?
After all, everyone was just a brain muscle!
"... really, please be careful."
If these three had all worked together, I would no longer be able to do it alone.
I must have been right to give up early on realizing that this was just a fight and a waste of energy and energy. I probably made a smart choice, yeah.
"Well, isn't that right? Lek, you want me to show you something nice?
"Of course. I don't hold a general position in Date either. Let me show Anis that I am much stronger than that weak Prince Loire. I can't beat anyone."
Lecter sends me a smiling, glamorous glitter while gracefully holding a teacup.
Hi, is Lecter lately hiding a sense of confrontation with Prince Loire? Do you feel like you're the enemy? I didn't seem to care at all before.
"Oh, I told you. But I'm the deputy general's winner this year, right? Shouldn't Lek be watching this year? You look good in the tent. You don't want your beloved wife to see you lose like no other, do you? I still can't beat my apprentice!
The deputy general stood up and looked up at the other two men, holding the teacup.
According to what I heard before, Lecter's old swordsmanship teacher was a lieutenant general.
I thought I'd get along well with you for a long time, but apparently it's been a close relationship for a long time. Right there.
"Oh, good, they're both strong! Well, let's get some serious! What are the winning prizes!? I'm not looking forward to it!
For some reason, I got up to the priest and raised my name with a teacup and a toast pose.
No, just calm down, okay? Or are you even going to join the priest!?
"Every year, the winning product is' The right of the general to give me hope for anything '. It is not impossible for this general. Isn't it?
The lieutenant general said so.
"Of course. Be sure to come true within the bounds of common sense. But I'm going to join this year, and eventually I'm going to make my wish come true."
That's why there was a general standing up and laughing invincibly at them with a teacup.
"I told you, kid. But I'm sorry! In the name of the successive winners, I will win again this year!
The deputy general declares with a confident voice.
"Fufufufu, don't forget me. I'm tough. What a long life you haven't lost. I'm not looking forward to winning the prize!
The priest looks happy with his sparkling eyes.
There was a very strange sight of three large men standing opposite each other, holding a teacup and holding each other back with a declaration of victory. Hmm. Bad manners.
... hey, how come your brain muscles suddenly get hot?
Why does it suddenly seem so pleasant? No one is against it, no one even hesitates. Rather, the battle has already begun. This scenario of flashy sparks that don't look like bees doesn't suit classy rooms and tea party settings at all. You want me to think of a place?
Could you at least put down that teacup, which would be very damaging if it broke, and do it in a place where you can go crazy? There are plenty of other tea and dishes here that are expensive and delicate. It would be a waste of tea and sweets. Shall I sit down properly...?
And so on, I quietly complained in my heart while subtly evacuating the dishes.
Yeah, you miss having no allies at times like this, right?