Legend

"I see, I won..."

A grunting voice echoes inside the VIP room.

It was only the person who was also the lord of this room… i.e. the Emperor of the Bestian Empire, Trujist Gnose Bestia, and the maid who was holding back in the VIP room, and the Rank S adventurer who had just spoken out, the noise with the immovable alias.

There are no other royals to watch the fights with each faction or have they not come to the arena in the first place?

It is natural to be told that it is disrespectful not to show up at an event in which the Emperor participates if it is an ordinary event, but what is happening now is a martial arts competition, which is only close to the festival.

Furthermore, it is basically free to attend even the opening and closing ceremonies that take place first, beyond the fact that the main battle alone is not like ending in a day or two.

… but still many nobles come to the arena more than just scouting purposes, negotiating with other factions, and so much more to do.

"You did win. Without magic on Loch, and even without a blade on that sickle."

"Oh. You're probably putting your strength into fighting me. In fact, my arms are technically higher than they were in World War I."

"Hmm? Let the Lord who is said to be immovable say that much? Surely an adventurer named Deep Red has tremendous power."

"Naturally. I watched you on purpose. … In the first place, he had been previously interviewed by the prime minister, but he refused to participate in the martial arts tournament unless he met someone who was attracted to him by chance."

Words that are not very much, but do not seem to be against the Emperor of the Bestian Empire, who also has the largest prints on the continent.

If there was anyone here, I'd have looked out for them.

But the tragist only puts a pleasant grin on his mouth at such words of noise, and even if he is a maid, he doesn't look like he's going to say anything in particular.

This is... this is the adventurer of Rank S.

It was revealing how many Rank S adventurers exist in the world that one country's emperor is allowed to speak equitably to the other.

And the fact that Noise is here is why there is no escort in the VIP room with the Emperor.

At the same time that the tragist shows that he trusts his strength from the bottom of his heart that he doesn't need another escort if he has noise, he also shows in his attitude that he is not going to let the noise do any harm to the tragist as long as he is there again.

It was also true that both sides, although products of compromise, perceived each other as indifferent friends to each other.

... for a friend, although I am somewhat out of my age.

"I see.... well, let's ask the play. You think he's gonna stand in front of the Bestian Empire from now on?

Play. That's what I'm telling you, but its content is extremely heavy. It is clear in the spring war that if deep red is to be the enemy, it will only be swept away even if it is directed at the army.

In other words, the quality, not the number, is necessary to counter an opponent named Deep Red, who specializes in wide-area extermination.

Individually… or party-by-party, we need someone strong enough to cross with Deep Red.

"Likely, I can only say. When I tried to meet with him, it didn't seem like a style of loyalty to the kingdom of Mireana. But if I take the job, I'll be on my side in the meantime... I guess that's the attitude."

"So is it possible to pull it out? If you're not so thoughtful about the Kingdom of Mireana, you can be on our side."

A question that would naturally come out if you had listened to the explanation of the noise.

But the noise himself gently shakes his neck to the side of the inquiry.

"It's only my account, but I probably won't imitate taking sides over here and hostile to the Kingdom of Mireana"

"Why? If what you're saying is true, there's no need to take sides over there."

"So that's the only way to find out."

Survey. That was all it was, but it was a good reason for the tragists to be convinced.

If this were the reason the adventurers around here would probably have laughed with their noses.

But in front of you is the noise of the Rank S Adventurer. Naturally, what someone so far calls a reckoning deserves credit.

And you were right about that.

Indeed, Ray has no particular obsession with the Kingdom of Mireana itself. No, I also have quite a few unpleasant memories as a start with the Ning Lo aristocracy.

But...... it was still horribly unlikely that Ray would be hostile to the Kingdom of Mireana itself.

There are several reasons for this, but there will still be a presence called Elaine Kelevel as a major reason for it. He is also gaining attachment with regard to a place called Gilm, the first border city to stop.

For those reasons, so far there is no reason for Ray to be hostile to the Kingdom of Mireana.

Even though I don't know what's going on around there, my ability to instinctively feel it is at the top of an adventurer named Rank S... and I guess it's paranormal.

"I see. But then will he only be an obstacle to the rest of his future actions? … it would be reassuring if such a person could be the remaining successor."

Mumble that far and sigh small.

I know that my own sons and daughters are currently engaged in a struggle over the right to inherit the throne.

I'm not saying no to that. As far as the position of the tragist is concerned, I would recommend Ninglo more.

Anyway, the Bestian Empire is the most powerful country. Everyone in the public believes that, at least not least, and acts that way.

Surely the Bestian Empire would be a mighty nation. But still, we still lack the strength to call ourselves the strongest country.

That is why those who want to aspire to the emperor of the Bestian Empire are asked for the corresponding strength.

The tragists also fought with many blood relatives to become emperors, so they knew it was stained.

That's it... because it's not just my strength, but someone who has all the elements of luck, or the competence of his people, who can take the throne of Emperor of the Bestian Empire.

In that sense, adventurers with deep red aliases who had already left the stage had something to touch the harp line of the trudgist.

That if this man became Emperor of the Bestian Empire, perhaps the country could fly higher.

That it will obtain the sea, which is also the long-standing grief of the Bestian Empire, swallowing the Kingdom of Mireana and flying the flag of the Bestian Empire on all the continents.

Of course that's just a tragist's intuition. But considering it's the intuition of a man who climbed as far as the Emperor of the Bestian Empire as noise, I guess there's no reason why none of them are credible.

"Then why don't you give it to my son-in-law?

To the noise that tells him to tease me somewhere, the tragist smiles back bitterly.

It is true that that is the most efficient choice. But such imitation can also mean an explosion of discontent among the nobles, and a bad civil unrest.

"Unless you've been so damaged on the Seremouth Plains, I guess."

"If I were to say that, I guess it was given the alias Deep Red because it worked that far on the Seremus Plains? That's why the name was sold, and the nobles of the Bestian Empire can't get rid of it. If he hadn't been active on the Seremouth Plains, I don't think he would have had to be bought that far."

A cup is gently offered before the noise with a small grin.

I briefly thank the maid for her care and reach for the cup.

"As it is now, it will be difficult to draw in deep red, no matter what."

"... I see. Now, huh?"

A tragist who turns a meaningful gaze to noise while laughing inclusively.

I do have a bad relationship with the Kingdom of Mireana right now. But it's also true that it doesn't last forever.

As Emperor of the Bestian Empire, you can never pull into the Kingdom of Mireana, but if the other side makes concessions, it's not stingy to have pity.

"I don't know when it's going to be." Right now. "

"... hmm"

The transistor snorts slightly grumpy at the noise he has been telling in a whispering tone.

But at the next moment, he opens his mouth by distorting his lips into the shape of a small grin.

"As for you, should I have been hostile to Deep Red?

"I don't deny it. Anyway, that's why I took part in this farce."

"Oh, the word for farce is too much. Bestia, this is one of the biggest things in the Empire, right?

Words blame me, but it's the emotions of laughter that are seeping into that voice color.

I know the tragists. The Rank S adventurer next to me never gives a look, but he's bored.

No, should I say that because we have reached Rank S.

He is an overwhelming strong man, and no one is his opponent because he is. There is no shortage of training because there is nothing else to do, and the result is even stronger.

He's a clumsy man in many ways.

(If you were interested in things like booze and women, I guess it was different...)

A situation that can be described as stagnation, because it is serious about the profession of adventurer.

I guess the story is different if you are also the one coming up from below, but there is no one in the empire today with a rank A with a vessel of rank S.

In the first place, only three people in the world exist in Rank S. Yeah, it couldn't have been that easy.

That's why...... the tragist has a strong interest in a person named Deep Red that the man in front of him anticipated.

I was originally interested in the spring war thing, but now I'm more interested than that.

(Deep red and immovable. Keep it up and you'll hit it in the finals... well, I wonder what happens then)

With that in mind, the Tragists turned their gaze to the next game, which had begun at some point.

"Look, it's gold."

Enter the VIP room. No, Ray receives a cloth bag from the elk.

What's in there is, naturally, the wager Ray was betting on himself.... but Ray, who received it, frowns small.

Because the weight of the bag seemed almost the same as when I asked Elk to bet on me.

"I ask you once, you won, didn't you?

"Of course not. That's why the stakes must be increasing.... It's just that your name has a famous influence, and the magnification is low. It's called an iron plate."

"In World War I, there were a lot of guys who gambled against each other, didn't there?

It is true that during the First World War, there were a large number of people who also made sense to support their opponents with deep red hatred. But the fact that they bet on their opponent Anassel, not Ray, naturally means that they lost the bet more than Ray won.

Few people were willing to keep doing the same thing, which resulted in a very low multiplier for Ray in this fight.

"I thought the first round had a pretty bad reputation."

"You're being pushed unilaterally."

Elk nods at Ray's words.

In fact, it was a battle on the other side of the battle for amateurs. But if you look at someone with more than a certain amount of skill, that's a completely different story.

A significant number of people threatened the skill they showed in the first round, and the result of the spread of the story from them was the identity of the bag weight in Ray's hand.

"Mmm. Can't help it, can you?"

Exhale small and hold a bag of gold or silver coins in the misting.

I guess I was watching that. He opens his eyes with a stunned voice from a person he thinks to be a nobleman who was in the same room as Dusker.

Deciding that he was probably the first person to enter this VIP room today, Ray turns his gaze to the game taking place on the stage without paying any particular attention.

There very rarely in this world was a woman in her 20s with a stick showing an overwhelming battle against a magnificent man with a long sword.

"Normally, I'd probably choose a spear or something, not a stick."

Ray turns his gaze to the squeaky elk next door.

"You think you're learning the martial arts of a school aimed at capturing them alive, not defeating them?

"Then you might be from the guards or something like that."

It was the two of us who had the conversation that way, but it is not the sight that is taking place at the end of our gaze that it is very captured.

Whether the stick itself is made of a special material is very strong, just gently moving the wrist changes the track of the stick protruding, poking the body of the man with the sword indefinitely several times.

Ningro, it's because it's a stick...... it's because it doesn't have a blade on it like a spear, and the magnificent man eats the blow unilaterally and causes it to accumulate damage without taking much damage.

In the end, he was almost unilaterally attacked, and the game closed with a battle that could almost be described as a complete victory.

"... my son, if you win, you'll fight that woman sooner or later... you won't wake up to weird tastes"

Such Elk's words sound impressive to Ray's ears.