Legend

"Ha ha. That was a disaster. Don't give me backup, you'll see that because you act alone."

Long empty pavilion dining room. So Luzi hears that Ray was attacked by an assassin today and tells him that in a good mood.

I guess Luzi's in a good mood because he still won today's game.

Ray had heard from Rodos that it was quite a fierce fight, but even with the wounds he sustained in that fierce fight, he's already recovered from getting off the stage.

"Luzi is in a good mood....... ha"

It is Maust who exhales a depressing sigh.

Today's game was only for Luzi, but tomorrow we have a game for Mosto.

Further opponents are the former knights of the Bestian Empire and the users of the Orthodox sword, Varg.

For Maust, a wizard, he's a very incompatible opponent.

"Don't worry about it. You worked out for Ray, didn't you?

"Yeah. That's, well, yeah.... even though Ray trained me to be a great wizard, you think it's only the use of daggers, not magic, that has improved?... As a wizard, don't you think there's something wrong?

Stupidity leaked with sigh.

As for Maust, I guess he wanted Ray to train his magic skills just to hear rumors of deep red.

"But it actually helped you to be able to use a dagger, didn't it?

Mosto nods with a slightly unconvincing look at such rhodos' words.

In fact, I guess I wouldn't have won the qualifying round if I had used the dagger a little poorer, because I knew best.

I couldn't even complain about it, and it was kind of subtle to say thank you.

On a complicated look, Maust, Ray opens his mouth as he stuffs skewered meat and salad into the sliced bread he had in his hand.

"I think I've said this before, because in my case, I'm not a pure wizard. I have trouble expecting that neighborhood. If you really want to know the area, you should ask the other wizards to teach you."

"... yes, it is. But if it wasn't for Ray's teachings, it would still be true that he would have lost the qualifying round... tomorrow's main battle, what shall we do?

A knight who specializes in melee combat, whether it's a most, one-on-one, or even an opponent. Naturally, it was easy to predict that I had several means to deal with a wizard.

"At least I could have left it to the avant-garde if I could use my obedience."

"No, because I have no obedience, and I cannot use subpoena magic."

Ray expressing dissatisfaction with the rules of the martial arts tournament and Maust telling him that if allowed, it doesn't make sense to him.

The same is true about Maust, but what Ning Lo Ray was unhappy with would be his inability to fight with Seto.

If you're a normal opponent, it's still very big to know if you can use Seto's powers or not when dealing with an adventurer named Noise.

(Well, considering how much we have to restrict the use of skills, I can't say it's complete)

While I think so, as Ray, I don't mind fully demonstrating Seto's abilities in front of a large crowd if I can overcome or destroy a wall called Noise that would stand in front of me. That's how I was thinking.

"Anyway, I'll try to play tomorrow's game as much as I can. I have a wife."

There is definitely something like confidence in Maust's expression, albeit with a calm expression.

"Heh...... then why don't you go see the Maust game tomorrow"

"Right. Mr. Ray has a lot to take care of, and if you don't mind."

We had that conversation while we were eating.

The next day, as promised, Ray's appearance was in the arena.

The same number of people are still in the general guest room because they can look hostilely at us from the nobility of the Bestian Empire.

I also reported the attack to Dusker the day before, but in the end, there's nothing I can do about it.

In the first place, Ray is now in a position that has nothing to do with Dasker's escort, saying he is in a public position.

Although the fact that Dusker is close to Ray remains unchanged, there is no way that Dusker can do this in public.

Because the actions of adventurers are self-inflicted.

What originally stood out was that Ray was requested by Theorem and Vihera, but it is still more noticeable than enough.

Ning Lo, if you make a less obvious day once in a while, the person you're after might also tail out. It was an action from that thought.

It is also an unmistakable fact that I was interested in the hand of Maust.

"Hey, the next game is wizards and knights, right? What do you think will happen to you?

Probably because he's wearing a hood. One of the audiences who thinks Ray is just an audience asks.

You must be excited to see some games played so far. His face was red to see, and he was speaking to other audiences around him, not just Ray.

"Right...... I still think the wizard is at a disadvantage. Anyway, I'll be close to defenseless while I cast my magic. However, Maust used a dagger quite a bit in the qualifying round, so what happens around there?... Later, if there's a trump card or something you didn't show in the qualifying round, there might be a one-shot reversal"

"I knew your brother would think so, too? The rules of the martial arts tournament are against the pure wizard, aren't they? Personally, I'd like to see some fancy magic or something. Look, like the magic that Deep Red showed in the qualifying round."

"... right"

Words are interrupted for a moment because I didn't think they would suddenly come out about me, but I manage to return the word of consent.

He was the man who tilted his neck like he felt unnatural about how Ray looked like that, but I guess he's getting extra tense. I just keep talking that it doesn't matter right away.

As Ray, he didn't feel comfortable handicapping an opponent who hadn't seeped any particular aversion to the name Deep Red, and enjoyed the conversation until the game started with the surrounding audience.

"Strong, right"

Maust whines as he looks to his opponent's former knight on stage, Varg.

In fact, just standing in front of me makes me feel something barometric.

My powers are too different from mine. I had to make that decision.

Maust, who was watching all of the qualifying, also sees the battle in which Varg naturally stood in front of him to win the qualifying round.

As far as how it went then, I might be able to figure it out if I use my trump card. That's what I thought, but this way when we face each other from the front, we can see how reckless an idea that was.

"Do you understand the strength of the other person? It's a very talented thing at that age."

A knight who hears Maust whine growls so with a grin on his mouth.

He looks like a former knight, wears metal half-plate armor, not leather, and his weapon is a long sword.

Are you in your mid-30s or something more than 10 years older than Maust?

In terms of experience in battle, Mosto is overwhelmingly inferior.

Mosto is an adventurer. It also fights against the humans, but its real job is to fight against monsters in one way or another.

(Still... as a member of Wind Dragon's Fang, you can't show an unusual battle!

Mood in with your heart and focus your consciousness on your opponent with your wand in your right hand.

"Match, start!

Spin the spell at the same time that the word of judgment resonates on the stage.

"I will dwell in this body and turn it into a shield. A strong wall, a great magic, the way it looks... '

If I could afford a few seconds later, the spell would have been activated. But it's the ex-knight man who's relative to Maust. Unlike adventurers, men who have worked out with an emphasis on fighting people naturally knew the imperative when fighting wizards… i.e. the stone of interfering with the chanting of spells to keep them from using magic.

Therefore, he packs the distance from Maust with the signal of the start of the match and waves the long sword.

The sword, wielded by a horizontal giraffe aimed at the torso, was a speed that I could manage to accommodate the Maust, who was quite used to handling daggers.

But still, it's not like you can do something while chanting a spell.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Though I took it with a dagger I pulled out of the dagger, there is no reason for me to take a knight's blow with the wizard's muscle strength, or for me to be good enough to handle the dagger, the most is blown straight to the side.

Still, it would be commendable to use a cane to land on stage while balancing in the air and not to fall.

The knight also opens his eyes small to see if it was an unexpected result.

It's the look on my face that I didn't think the wizard could prevent my blow.

The lack of pursuit was telling the story of its astonishing magnitude.

And... that gap is the instant gap that Morst was after.

Pass magic on your own trump card as initially prospected.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, no!

The action taken by Maust, who kicked the ground with a scream, was not to distance himself from the knight like a wizard... but to reduce his distance from the knight.

Moreover, the speed at which it approaches the knight is so unlikely that it can be put out to the wizard.

Almost instantly, the knight can put his strength into the hand that opens his eyes wide and holds the long sword to the appearance of Mosto, who appeared before his own eyes...

"It's late!"

As it is, wave loudly with the wand you had on Varg's face.

Gosh, the vivid sound echoes around.

That blow, of course, does not end alone. I've been touring here for the only chance I have of winning.

The explosive increase in Maust's physical abilities is not naturally due to the release of the powers hidden in his crisis… but to the effect of Maust's secret magic items.

A magic item that allows you to temporarily strengthen your body just comparable to a warrior, but only with that powerful effect, it also has the fatal to the point that once used, it breaks and can never be used again.

This is why the effect of this physical strengthening is being exerted. Now was the first and last chance to win.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!

A wand, a wand, a wand to be swayed.

Beat, dial up and slap the head in Varg's helmet.

Each time, Vaag's head wobbles heavily, but his body never collapses.

Keep it that way for a few dozen seconds. Momentum in Maust's body drops rapidly.

The effect of Magic Items on physical enhancement has expired.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

As soon as the movement returned entirely to the normal Maust thing, something fell from the wrist of the right hand holding the wand with the sound of something smashing called Parinth onto the stage.

That's a bracelet. This magic item has the effect of strengthening your body, which is also a trump card for the Maust.

"... I see, did you use magic items to make up for what you're missing? But... that wasn't enough."

If Maust noticed, Varg was bleeding slightly from his lips, but that was the only damage that seemed to be damaging.

"Oh no..."

"It was fatal that technology would remain a wizard, even with enhanced physical abilities."

Whimpering, instead of waiting for Mosto to try to say something about it, Varg kicks the ground and narrows the distance...... slamming the long sword against Mosto's torso.

At this point, knowing that Varg had no further power to resist the already breathing most, it would have been mercy at least to beat him with the belly of the sword, not the blade part.

The blown most slips as he bounces over the stage several times... eventually being thrown out of the stage with that momentum.

"That's it! Winner Varg!"

The voice of the referee echoes around, and the battle ends on the spot.

Varg raises his hand as he cheers from the audience on stage.

Watching such a vague, Maust gets up.

It was a blow with a sword like a crack in the ribs, but fortunately the injury had already disappeared due to being out of the stage.

Still, I reach for the flank just because I feel like I've been hit earlier.

"It hurt...... wasn't it someone I could handle for a wizard after all? I even used the trump card..."

At the end of Maust's gaze is the wreckage of the bracelet falling on the stage.

It is a very expensive magic item, and at the same time is quite rare, something that in Maust's position has had a very hard time obtaining.

"Still, I was able to counter it to a certain extent... it's a martial arts tournament, so I didn't die, so do you want to keep it good?"

"Right, your physical abilities surprised me a lot.... You just didn't realize you were killing the shock when you were being hit with a cane. Or it wasn't just the torso, it was the head."

Turning his gaze toward those who spoke, there is the appearance of Vaag.

The cut lip wound has already disappeared beautifully because it is already off the stage.

"Even if they say torso... what do you want me to do with the metal armor against them?

"It's not like it's a full plate mail, so it's like targeting other gaps."

"Please don't be unscrupulous. I'm just a wizard, not an avant-garde..."

"Is that true, too? Either way, it was a good fight."

"Yes, this is the one that made me study"

We shake each other's hands and return to the entrance and exit where each came out.

Thus, the first to fall out of the main battle with the fangs of the Wind Dragon was the Wizard's Maust.