Legend

A painting of the dining room, in a long empty pavilion.

Currently, everyone in a row of Duskers there was celebrating in their hands.

The reason for the celebration is naturally the breakthrough in the qualifying for the martial arts tournament held today, not only the two main actors being Ray and Rodos...... but also for some reason the three Wind Dragon Fangs of Luzi, Veiculum and Maust.

Even for a few days, Dusker invited him for sweating with Ray and Rodos.

of the nobility… that also means that there are Duskers who are bringing together the Neutralists, the three main factions of the Kingdom of Mireana, Vacul and Maust were reluctant at first, but Luzi responded to Dusker's words without looking like he cared at all, and the other two were reluctantly to attend the celebration.

"No, and Rodos told me, don't do your party inside"

"Right, right. Even if it looks like this, it's pretty well known as a Rank C party. But the kingdom of Mireana has not received our name."

While tasting cold, cold ales and things like skewers, stews, and stewed guts and beans, Luzi toasts and bumps into each other with a glass of elk and ale.

"No, no, wait a minute. The opponent is the famous Rank A Adventurer's Axe of the Thunder God among the kingdoms of Mireana? My Luzi is having such a normal conversation."

"It's useless to just say, Veicul. Lucy, why don't you?"

To the veiculous look of the wolf, Mosto hangs his words in the way he has already given up.

It's been almost two years since the three of them partied, but I still have to go in like I didn't think Luzi, the party leader, would say or do.

"My father is a man who sees and doesn't care about politeness or anything. Unless you're kidding me, there's nothing special about it."

Rodos calls out to the two of them with a glass of ale in his hand as he tells them so.

To the cup offered, Veicul, who bumped his own cup and toasted him, smiles and returns the words.

"Ah, Rodos. Congratulations on the qualifying breakthrough."

"Oh. A lot of challenges were a lot of ways to win, though. It's a qualifying break for all the parties, isn't it? You're fighting hard inside."

"Haha. That being said. Sure, Luzi won out of danger, but I acted as hard as I could to keep people from finding me and it feels like I won out of the gaps in someone else's battle... and Maust doesn't"

To the meaningful words of Vacul, Maust carries fruit liquor diluted with water into his mouth while smiling bitterly.

"Well, that's a natural choice for victory."

Heading for such a most, Veicul turns his gaze somewhere dazed.

But Rhodos nods naturally in the back with such a veiculum.

"For a wizard to win, he really needs a wall role. Given that, it's not so strange to have a pair with someone who was nearby on stage. There's no rule that participants shouldn't work together."

Yes. What Maust did during the qualifying breakthrough was for his body to draw those with great confidence in his defense into his peers.

While that avant-garde solidifies Maust's defense, Maust casts his magic against the enemy.

Of course that didn't all work out. Up to 3 people per block can win the qualifying round. When that happens, there's no reason to add more extra people.

In addition to one warrior who became a wall, the other would have made a companion, but wasn't there the right person for Maust's glasses, and the two of us were supposed to fight each other in the end.

Then, naturally, the other participants wanted to defeat the dangerous people who use magic early, and they were attacked intensively, and there was no way that the man who acted as a wall could hold it down by himself. In the end, Maust himself had to use the dagger taught by Ray, and managed to win.

Ultimately, Maust and the avant-garde man, that and the bandit man who kept him from actively participating in the attack until the end, succeeded in beating Maust's block.

"Haha. Indeed, Mr Rhodos is right, this time it was no problem. It's just that this case was done because it was only in the form of Battle Royale, right? What should I do with this tournament? Should I try swinging even a sickle, like Mr. Ray?

"There's no way..." Hey, hey. Could you... "

To a word that I don't think Mosto would normally say, Veicul takes away the cup that Mosto has and smells it.

What drifted from there was definitely the smell of alcohol.

"Over there...... I knew it. It looks like you drank a little, but you're vulnerable to alcohol, so be careful."

"Hmm? Is Maust also vulnerable to booze?

Veicul tilts his neck to Rhodos, who just asks him if he heard anything unexpected.

"What, maybe you're vulnerable to alcohol, too, Kuchi?

"No, it's Ray, not me. Just because you drank one or two glasses, of course, doesn't mean you're going to fall right down. As far as he's concerned, he's not very good, but he doesn't feel that alcohol is delicious."

"Wow, you're losing 30% of your life, aren't you?

"That's not exactly it, but it's a shame you don't understand this delicacy"

"Not at all. I won't have a drink after work. If it's a fancy place like this inn, you can have a cold ale."

Mosto turns a frightening glance at the two drinkers in a good mood.

"I don't think it tastes so bitter."

"No, you were drinking earlier.... it sure sounds silly to drink deliberately that it doesn't taste good"

There was a response to a whining voice with the intention of talking to herself, a vicious most.

Turning around, there was Ray with the chicken thigh on the plate.

I guess they use plenty of vanilla and make it steamy. The scent gives me an appetite to Maust's place.

I didn't bake it directly, so I just saw that the surface was moist rather than crisp.

"Right. If you think of someone who gets drunk and tangles with someone else in the first place, I'm sorry to watch.... Especially our Luzi or something"

Chirali, and Ray flaunt his shoulder when he says he agrees with Mosto, who tells his party leader that he is laughing at each other with Elk, and hands him a plate with chicken thighs on it.

"Thank you for your hard work today."

"Huh? Is that okay?

Maust knew that this dish, which was given to him, would be quite pricey among the dishes served in the inn's dining room.

Because there are plenty of rare spices and vanilla used in specially raised chickens, naturally.

But in the words of Maust, Ray offers a dish without looking concerned at all.

"The Wizard won the Battle Royal qualifying round. You can do as much good as this. Once I'm classified as a wizard, don't go in there."

"A wizard... is a magic warrior, right? In the first place, no ordinary wizard would use a sickle like that."

"Hmm, so you don't want this? If you don't want a mosto, I'll eat it."

"Oh, excuse me. It's a lie. Mr. Ray is a good enough wizard."

I smile at the opinions I flip and put the dish straight in front of the most.

But there's no way I don't notice Veiculus or Rodos drinking this good smelling dish at the same table.

"Ah, sloppy. Why are you eating the only thing that looks delicious?"

"Yes, yes, give it to me too"

"Shut up, this is a celebration for the wizard. There's no way a warrior or bandit like you is going to win."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"

"Not at all. By the way, aren't you always too hard on me?

I guess I'm drunk enough already. I would not normally mouth it first, whilst mouthing a weak sound, beating it on the table more than once.

"That's not true, so be quiet"

Even when it comes to celebrations, it's only something that's happening in the cafeteria of the ancient sky pavilion. Naturally, we don't rent out the dining room, but there are a lot of other guests.

Of course, for other guests, the majority of them come to the capital on business related to this tournament, and at the same time, some participate in the tournament.

Many of them celebrate as do the Rays.

But the fact that the Rays broke through the qualifying round naturally means that those who failed to win the qualifying round will also emerge.

No, I guess it's natural because, given the number of people in Ninglo, there are more losers in the qualifying round.

How would it look if those who progressed to the main battle in front of them were cheerfully noisy and shouting without being around like Rhodos?

Naturally, there were many who were not amused, and a few who were turning an unpleasant gaze.

Still, there is no one involved, probably because the Rays are known to be a line of Duskers in the Kingdom of Mireana, plus the Duskers themselves inside the celebration.

At the same time, the fact that there are five players in the main battle is also a deterrent.

In any case, there are 60 people who can compete in the main game from qualifying. And there are five of us here. I mean, because about 10% of the main battle contestants are here.

"Hmm? No matter what happens, I'll do something about it. Ha ha!"

"Yikes, nice! But I didn't lose, either!

Two people scream joyfully and stand up on the spot.

Those two...... More precisely, Maust, who was watching Veicul, turns his gaze to Ray when he returns the steamed chicken thigh he was carrying to his mouth onto the plate.

"Oh, you can't. This is... Mr. Ray, I'm sorry, but can you help me hold Vacul down? Keep it up and you'll have a lot of trouble."

"... a hassle?

At first it was Ray who didn't know what he was talking about, but he casually takes something that fell over his head.

That's clothes. It's also a piece of clothing that looked familiar a few seconds ago.

"Hey?"

Maybe. When I looked up thinking so, what I saw there was the sight I expected.

The look of Veicul wearing something like a black running shirt.

The clothes that were there until earlier do not exist because Ray is currently in possession of them.

Give me that much, it wasn't hard for Ray to understand what was going on either.

"Mr. Ray, please"

"Uh... well, I can't help it"

Almost everyone at the festival is drinking and making a scene.

Only a few people, including Ray and Maust, are fluffy at present.

Even Ming, who normally doesn't take off too many wings, is tongue-in-cheek at wine, probably because Rodos still decided to compete in the main game.

Ray sighs when he can't help glancing around.

It would still have been nice if Vacul had worn even the leather armor he wore at the game, but this is the dining room. Besides, it's a place for a celebration. Those who wear armor in such a place do not normally exist unless there are extra reasons.

"Look, don't go wild!

"What, I'm going to show you a little bit of good about me, so it's nothing. Don't you even want to see Ray? At that age, you're a little interested in women, aren't you?

"I'm not saying there isn't, but it's a bit against someone who's drunk"

Returning the words, he holds Vacul's hand as he reaches for his black running shirt.

And where Ray suppresses, he swings the wand that Maust had down to the head of Veiculu.

Bruising sounds ringing all around.

(No, just what about that?

Ray whines inside as he watches Veicul lose consciousness in one blow and fall straight onto the floor.

Shouldn't we make him remember even the kind of wand technique instead of having a dagger?

Ray wouldn't be strange if he accidentally thought so to Mosto's wand.

(Speaking of which, Min also used a cane as a weapon. Besides, it's powerful enough to sink the elk in one blow...)

Thinking of it that way, hang the clothes Ray had on to Veicul, where Mosto fell to the floor.

"Absolutely, how can you not drink too much into the habit of being vulnerable to alcohol?

Whimpering, it was Rhodos who was directed at Chillari and his gaze.

Rhodos, who watched a series of interactions, nodded silently several times as if he had woken up drunk in an instant.

Of course, if you mean it, it's not hard to avoid that much blow. But that's only if it's normal. It was a blow that had the speed and power to accidentally cage your mouth if you asked if you could avoid it with the drunkenness going around.

Especially as Rhodos, who have seen similar attacks from Minn repeatedly or swing down to elk, the habit is engraved in its mind that it should not be avoided half-intuitively.

I know you didn't understand how Rodos felt like that, but Mosto opens his mouth with a small grin.

"I'm not telling you not to make a scene at a celebration. But please enjoy it in moderation, okay?

To that word, Rhodos could only snort silently again.