Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

Apart from that part of the Holy Land of the Kingdom of Cres, 'Holy Beast Hill', was a plateau isolated by a vertical cliff as if it had been shredded with a spur and a knife.

Is it close to Table Mountain, which was in the original world in shape? More relentless with that one - blah, like a hole cake on a table - it feels cut off, and on the ledge it's like a natural jungle that hits and changes from the surrounding wilderness, with lush greenery.

Looks like a decorative cake place. And, it doesn't matter, but I wanted to eat the whole hall cake before I died, the one with the number 10 or so.

So, near its center, there was a white, flat 100m square full of rocks, and here they said there would be divinity, a dance of devotion, and a struggle, which was also the stage for this "Beast King Decision Battle".

By the way, I would have planned the final qualifying match for Levan VS Cyril yesterday, but (after that, the real one I helped out) Cyril declared himself undefeated before the game, and Levan's final was lightly decided.

"... did you do something?

And Levan seemed suspicious, but of course I didn't... or as much as I helped, so I denied it to the best of my ability.

"It's okay, 'cause I didn't do anything dark back there!

And, thumbs up.

"By the way, what's not dark back there, did you do something?

Asmina is what I've been hearing.

"Er..."

What a delusion to say.

There was a player trying to do something wrong in the tournament, and when I tried to expose that conspiracy, it seemed like some old acquaintance, and he hit me with a stalking grudge on the one hand, and because he attacked me, I bumped it the other way around, and then he blew himself up, and it turned out to be a member of the old guild that triggered it, and now it looks like he was part of some hostile force, so he got away before he caught me. - Put this briefly.

"I was attacked by someone I didn't even remember my face, and it was dangerous, but I managed to cut through, and I met a guy there a long time ago who was very close, and I tried to tell him more about it, and he got away with it"

Is that it? I think it's different. I mean, Asmina's eyes are shivering?

"It's a triangle! That's Lady Hyuki. Let's talk in more detail around there!

Yeah, you totally typed the wrong command on this.

Then I try to bake a spectacular favor mediation between the nasty and the big... well, you want to make a kind of girl in love, but in this girl's case I'm half sick, so I don't want her to be with me - I went back to Vacancy Red Jade Castle without Asmina properly, and for some reason Shadowloon had information turned to his enemies (no, I was only at that scene with Bok and Shadowloon, so I know who did it with the erase method!), they all come in contact with each other like they touch even the swelling, right?

No, no, because it's a secret love between a lady and a servant, a setting that Mr. Shadowloon fantasized about!

At all, it had nothing to do with that!

And even if I sour my mouth and say, 'I know, I know, I have no idea how hard the princess feels,' a gentle smile reply will come back.

No, I think that playing MMORPG normally is a very correct attitude in itself.

But bringing it to reality... oh, but for them, that's what 'reality' was, and it's confusing, or weird, the harm of realisation.

Uh-huh... in a way, you might have become more difficult than Lapo, Mr. Shadowloon.

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That's why today is the final game to finally decide the Beast King.

From the qualifying venue "The Devil Wolf's Feeding Grounds," Levan, now disciple of the Beast King, became the next chief of the Lion Clan.

From the other "Ground Dragon Sleeping Bed," with the strength of Lower Horse Review Street, "Akeron, the Tiger Clan Chief, has won.

The sacred battle meant that a witch chosen from several dozen tribes, including Asmina, danced a dance dedicated to the Holy Beast, where the audience was also nailed to that fantastic dance.

"- Oh, princess. Zao Wan, who was now waiting over the sky, seems to have captured a good prey of life by saying that he was hungry, but he asked if he could eat it. '

Akiho in his submissive body opened his mouth in a rather throwing tone.

'Is that...?

I don't have lunch, so I think I should have a puckered meal locally sourced...

- You're not human, are you?

"That's what I'm talking about."

I was relieved that the word of denial returned immediately.

'Then why don't you just like it?

"Aye. Apparently the Holy Beast of the Lord of this land, because bait is bait."

Understanding the added meaning, Bok looked over his head in a hurry as his surroundings focused on the stone stage.

Far beyond what I could see with the sight of the blood-sucking princess (Bok), I could see a tiger with wings over 10 meters long - a seven-hazard star beast (Shikikaseju) standing in the air in a cockroachy manner with a stag wrapped in such blue light 5 meters to the tip of the corner.

"Wow, wow! Not good. Eat as much Holy Beast as you want! Release Release! Poi, Poi!

Zuowang with a disgusting face.

'If it's about one of your legs, I'm asking you if it is?

'... eh, what do you think? He's a holy beast, and will he grow again? Just check it out.'

Then the Holy Beast shook his head sideways as much as he wanted. Looks like you don't like it.

'You don't seem to like it. - This, Lord of the land. If you swear allegiance to our princess, you can let her go.'

A holy beast shaking its head vertically with a bumble to the suggestion of an empty hoe (or blackmail, you say).

'- That's the thing. Zao Wang, he can't feed the princess now. If I'd let you go. "

That's what they say, Shabu. A treasure that returns the Holy Beast to its original place.

It's dangerous, it feels like the sanctuary needs to fit in our stomach.

He secretly lowered his chest when he found out, and at some point the witch dance was over, and Asmina came back dressed as a witch of the Beast clan and with makeup.

"How was it, Master Hyuki? What about our dancing?!"

"... ki, it was beautiful, very"

I've been secretly flirting, and I haven't seen it since I was on my way.

"Thank you! I hope the Holy Beast is happy to see it."

"So, Saudane"

The Holy Beast was then, dying or living, not at all. I can't say, can I? And you think you've become my child because of the crunchiness?

With a smile on his face, he sweated cold on his back, and I nodded.

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After a long ceremony, the finals were finally about to begin.

Levan looked at the 'Haughty Arms' Akelon, a long-sleeved man standing before himself, a Tiger clan chief.

There are stories about this kind of guy, but he's really someone with "Hua (Ha)".

I am benevolent just with the minimum necessary protective gear to protect my wrists, ankles, heart, shoulders and hips on my muscles without waste, I have no feelings for its appearance, but I am releasing a tremendous sense of intimidation just standing silently.

Around the age of 25, there is always an invincible grin on the very manly face of blonde hair. If I were to mention the difficulty, it would mean that the light in those eyes is very swordswallowed, divided between what I find attractive there and what I find dangerous.

At the end of the referee's precautions, Akelon accidentally spoke.

"From what I hear, the old master is behind the Crimson of the Crimson Empire… No, you think he's planning to leave the Commonwealth of the Kingdom of Cress by becoming a nation"

'Old Master' in this case refers to the present Beast King.

"Oh. Exactly. Honestly, there's no point in taking a joint pace with Kensruna. - Do the Tigers disagree?

"Half of it. An exit from the Union with disproportionate interference would be reasonable. But instead, you can become the running dog of the Imperial Crimson of the Crimson Empire."

Akelon shakes his neck sideways in a resolute tone.

The audience, who was admiring the words and watching them on the stone stage, blurted, and a glimpse of what was happening was directed at the Lord of the Crimson Empire Imperial Crimson, sitting in a lavish chair in the VIP seat (which meant just the sanctuary, with a separate building tent on it), but the person was just sitting tattooed (because he was a change of face, somehow) without changing his expression.

"Although the Lord of the Crimson Imperial Crimson of the Crimson Empire has assured us that he has no interest in direct rule? In fact, Amitia is developing into a republic"

He glanced from the direction where his sister was, from the head next to him, to the little man in the hood, and Levan replied.

I guess I noticed that gaze. There was a smile unknowingly on the innocent appearance of scarlet snow tilting her little neck with the "Hmm?" face.

"If we were in the powerless era when we founded the Federation, we would have had that option, but we would no longer need the protection of others. Isn't it your turn to win your freedom on your own and build a nation for the Beast tribe, by the Truth Beast tribe?

Akelon's words contained feelings of compassion not only for his tribe, but for the entire Beastman tribe, which he seemed to nod unknowingly, but there were feelings in Revan that he could not tolerate.

"No. Behind those who fight, there are weak ones, you tell them to fight them too? In the mindset of trumpeting the weak, we quickly get stuck. We need a back shield to protect those people. Besides, there are all kinds of people in the world but the Beasts, your way of thinking only seems to be a mirror copy of the sacrament that discriminates against the Beasts."

Akelon stared at Levan still with the same golden eyes as his hair and was barking the words, but unfortunately he shook his head.

"Can't we give each other our own correctness? It's Levan the Lion. Let's settle it."

"Oh, I was trying to take it. Tiger Clan Chief Akelon"

Without waiting for the signal to start, the two dividing left and right jump and stare at each other low.

Along the way, the air of the sanctuary, which was surrounded by sober air, transformed into something full of enthusiasm and severe tension.

Later, the referee signaled the start and at the same time the two set it up.

A kick of Akelon on top speed at once captures Levan's face from a step in which he wonders if that appearance of each other has been blurred. While guarding it with one hand, Levan let go of the counter poke with the other.

A large man's body, struck with a straight fist in his abdomen, jumped backwards - or so he looked - but Akelon rotated with his hands on the floor.

Akelon, who rose in smooth motion, had no appearance of damage.

"Not quite."

In a tone that sounds heartfelt delightful, Akelon squeaks cocky, left and right shoulder joints.

Levan understood, that this man took it deliberately to understand his striking power.

The heartbeat rang loudly as a warrior ran on his back. The strength of Akelon awakened something to sleep in Levan.

I guess I felt that change, Acheron's grin thickened.

"Well, my greetings are over. Shall we begin?"

Levan, with the same grin as Akelon, who said so and took the stand, took the stand and confronted him again.

The finals have just begun.