Legend

What happened? Why is that?

That would have been a question felt by many who were watching the game now.

Question held while watching Anassel being transported out of the stage.

Fortunately, there were no injuries called injuries, but Anassel never woke up when he went out of the stage.

If it was an injury, the wound would have instantly blocked, or if it had been magically put to sleep, the effect would have disappeared and regained consciousness.

However, in the case of Anacel, she never woke up because it was a fainting in the pure sense.

Many of the audience did not understand why this was the result, watching Anassel being carried out by the hands of the management committee.

Therefore, we exchange words with those around us regarding the match we have just seen.

"Hey. Why is Anacel fainting when he was supposed to have unilaterally attacked us?

"No, that's because you got a blow in the torso, right?

"Not so! No, that's true, too, but what's so advantageous about Anasel?"

"Doesn't that mean Deep Red was more tolerant and more watchful of opportunities?

"No, nevertheless..."

Such audiences, but a few of those who have watched martial arts competitions for years, or who are former adventurers, or who have experience such as mercenaries, soldiers and knights, have spotted what Ray is doing.

"You're lying, aren't you? I can't believe you keep putting a load on your wrist to match your opponent's attack... no, it's certainly not hard to do once or twice. But..."

"Oh. Continuously, yes. And for all of those serial attacks... no, maybe for everything, is that correct?"

"I guess. Exactly, Deep Red, I should say... are you sure you're the same person we are?

Or maybe I could say that it was the words that were manifesting Ray's truth.

The audience who were listening to such former adventurers around them also finally understand what it was like.

Of course I didn't fully understand. Because if anyone could understand that far, that would probably be a fairly skilled person.

Still, I guess I understood that what Ray did was impossible to do with semi-productive skill first. Stunning voices spread around the perimeter.

And the audience isn't the only place to be stunned. It was the nobles in the Ningro VIP table who were given greater consternation.

There are more armed or escorts than the general audience, just nobles, who explained what Ray's actions were like.

"I mean... you mean it was all in the hands of a deep red from the beginning?

Until a few minutes ago, the nobleman, who was in a good mood for nothing but deep red, asks uncomfortably.

Sometimes I proved my blindness, and there was a reason I scratched my shame for showing it around me.

But above all, the reason it was upsetting the aristocratic man would be that Deep Red, who became even a resentful enemy of the Bestian Empire, had that rumoured strength.

Melee combat and magic. If you're not comfortable with either of that, you can still deal with it.

In fact, few people specialize in both of them, which is why Deep Red... I thought so, but the idea was expected to be somewhat optimistic.

"In the first place, there would have been reports that Deep Red was using that sickle himself in melee combat, even in the spring war. Because this is who shares his aspirations and expectations..."

"Don't say that. If you are someone who has excelled in combat to some degree, it is still true that otherwise it would be difficult to discern his strength. Just let them understand the dangers of deep red, like they're always fighting in court."

Words are exchanged between the unpleasant nobles and a few nobles who are a short distance away from the nobles who are nodding to agree with it.

The tone itself is mild, but what exists there is the colour of contempt.

I guess it's because I don't know the actual battle that I'll be able to oh and make myself comfortable. And even an easy-going aristocrat could understand at least one end of the danger of deep red, so try to be good.

While we're exchanging words like that, we start getting ready for the next game.

Once again, the gaze of those who were there was directed towards the voice of reality heard from the stage.

"... All right"

Ray, who was walking inside the arena after his game, mutters to make sure there was no one around him.

There was a strong color of satisfaction in that tone, and he didn't seem to care at all that the audience around him seemed clumsy in the game or that his ratings were slightly but about to drop in relation to it.

No, I don't particularly care what kind of appreciation the Bestian Empire humans make of themselves if you try to make it a fact ray.

It would be different if the facial acquaintances, starting with Vihella, had something to do with it, but I didn't care at all what the elephant thought.

Ningro even thinks that if his rating is lower, the amount he will receive when he bets on himself in terms of fighting competitions will be greater.

It was Ray's idea that we now need to focus on getting a little more skilled than on such details.

In fact, as far as the stuck out tournament table goes, there's no battle between Ray and Noise until the finals.

And more than 128 participants, he had to win five more times to win until the finals.

(No, you mean there's only five more fights to be exact)

I have certainly not neglected my daily training. But it is also true that the experience gained in actual combat and training is still very different.

... In this case, it is only a match because it is a fighting competition. The danger to life is so little due to the legacy of ancient magical civilization that it cannot be said to be a real battle.

(Still... we need to keep our strength up before it hits the noise. For that reason, they'll feed me just like Anassel did.... Don't feel bad, Rodos, Veicul)

Ray whining inside.

Proceed to tournament street and you will be fighting Rodos in Game 3, then Veiculu.

If only those two would win that far.

(Whatever Rhodos may be, Vacul may be tough)

Veicul, originally a bandit, is not that highly pure in combat in itself.

The serial attack of a dagger wielded utilizing the bandit-specific lightness is certainly a threat, but you will still feel insufficient after seeing the anacel sword dance that Ray fought for.

I think about it so much, I realize.

My game is over, so it won't be that far before the Lodos game begins, he said.

"Right, shall we watch the game? We need to collect what we won on the bet."

Needless to say, Ray is asking Elk to bet on himself in this game as well. The odds are considerably lower because it was hustled around me that I was a deep red, unlike when qualifying. Still, the uncluttered enemies of the Bestian Empire mean that few bet on opponents because of the meaning of support or resentment toward Ray.

As a result, the situation was to such an extent that the wager was established, although not at the time of the qualifying round.

"... well, in the case of noise, I guess the bet won't come true first"

There are only three Rank S adventurers in the world. Even if we made a bet, we wouldn't all bet on noise and make a decent bet. With that in mind, Ray made his way to the VIP room where the Duskers were.

Ray, who enters the VIP room, is allowed to shine the gaze of those who were in the room at that moment.

That gaze contained the most emotion of consternation.

Most of them, as a matter of course, were hostile.

This is an audience for guests, but it's not just one country.

At the time of qualifying, the number of nobles was still small, so only those from other countries could gather them. But the Emperor and his clan will come to visit immediately if this is the main battle.

In that case, as noblemen of the Bestian Empire, there is no reason why we should not come to the arena ourselves, and naturally we will not have enough audience seats for our guests.

As a result, invitees from other countries and the nobles of the Bestian Empire would see the martial arts tournament in the same VIP room, and many of the nobles of the Bestian Empire thought differently about Ray.

If this is a nobleman with more than a certain degree of titles, I can also use a private room.

(Ma, as usual)

Flush the gaze that can be directed at you and head to a painting with duskers, elks, and mins.

At any rate, as usual, there will be no one else. That's how I thought it was, but unexpectedly there was one person near Dusker who didn't look familiar.

It is also wearing fairly good quality clothing, perhaps not the use of aristocracy but nobility itself. Makes you think so.

"Hmm? Oh, Ray. Are you back? Thanks to you, I made some money today. Although the game unfolded in a variety of ways, it was a favorite of the Xuan."

You must have noticed Ray approaching. Dusker smiles happily and raises his hand.

"Really? Looks like we won. Above all. So, this is...?

Ray turns his gaze to the unrecognizable aristocrat as he returns his words.

I guess I got that gaze. The nobleman smiles and opens his mouth.

"Hey, nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. [M] My name is Tang Autos. I still have the Baron's title."

"Are you Baron Autos? Nice to meet you, Ray."

Ray lowering his head while introducing himself.

We'll see what Tang looks like at that time, but he's probably still in his mid 20s, or even in his early half.

Having a title, albeit a baron, already at that age was proof that a person named Tang in front of him was a competent person.

"Baron Autos is here for you. You're not hired by me right now, but why don't you talk to me for a second?

I feel subtly disgusted inside by that word of Dusker, Ray.

The name Deep Red has considerable value, and after the qualifying round, someone came out to try to get acquainted through Dusker.

Regardless, that was basically Ray's refusal to say it smelled like a pain in the ass, but there's no way he'd say no to a bunch of thankful duskers saying this.

There was also the thought that there was perhaps some special circumstance, given that he was saying to Ray, who hated to see the nobility again, that he dared to talk about it.

"Really, I get it. Luckily, it looks like Rhodes is still in the game."

Ray tells his gaze toward the stage.

There was now a battle between a man with a fist filled with his hand and a woman with a spear.

From what I've seen, it looks like a woman with a spear is taking advantage of that difference in reach to advance the fight.

"Well, you are. There will be a lot going on here, shall we go to the other room? Because I have a little room for you."

"Room, is it?...... ok. Shall we?"

Seeing Ray accept, Tang leaves the VIP room intact.

What surprised Ray at that time was that someone in the room who seemed to be a nobleman of the Bestian Empire who was turning a hateful glance at himself was giving a small salute to Tang.

(I mean, does this man mean that the Baron is a nobleman of the Bestian Empire, even the Baron?

Or maybe he's a big nobleman, like Dusker, among the nobles of other countries.

I agree, but it was also true that it is still most likely the nobility of the Bestian Empire, when I recall that it is basically the many nobles of the neighbouring countries who are invited.

A cheer that sounds unexpected as we keep going silently down the aisle with each other as it is.

While I think there was probably some movement in the earlier battle, Ray follows the man without being able to turn his attention to it now.

But I guess it was the same guy who cared about cheering. He opens his mouth when he turns his gaze to those who hear him only for a moment.

"I'm sorry. You care about the game, too, don't you?

"Right. 'Cause there's a game I know."

As far as the Rodos and Vacul matches are concerned, it will not be an easy win as far as the skill of the participants in this match is concerned.

That was what Ray felt when he fought Anassel.

If you hit with someone as strong as Anacel, Rhodos is good and five-fifths. Because it was Ray's expectation that Vacul had a fairly low chance of winning.

Or if you can stretch that strength during battle...... thinking like that, eventually confirms that the tang that was walking in front of you stopped walking in front of a certain room.

"Right here. Come on in. We can still see the game from here."

That's what he said, and he opened the door to the room.