Legend

"Ray, you've made it through WWV...... Congratulations!

"Congratulations!"

Everyone's cup is raised with Vacul's such voice, and at the same time the words of blessing against Ray echo in unison.

Happy that Ray had won so far would have been about three Wind Dragon fangs, and now Rhodos, who are not here.

But not now. Many celebrated Ray's victory among the dining halls in the ancient sky pavilion.

The biggest reason for everyone to be happy together so far is still to break through Game Five... which means that the next game is the semifinals and the top four are confirmed at the moment.

Considering the number of participants in the contest from the qualifying round, it is the top four of nearly thousands of participants during the Bestian Empire, or even the surrounding countries.

Naturally, those participating in the martial arts tournament are working out for the day, so it will be quite strong, except for those who will make a commemorative appearance in terms of its strength.

Top 4 of those.

Furthermore, if such an athlete appeared from the inn where they were staying, it was only natural that this would be all the fuss.

Of course, few people still have something to think about Ray.

These people are not here, and even if they are, they just don't want to breathe the same air when they stare abominably at Ray, or they tell the cafeteria staff to bring the meal to their room and leave.

"Hey...... I thought he was such a weird guy when I first heard he was deep red...... I didn't know he was such a kid"

I turn my gaze to Ray, who is nearby carrying a cold, cold ale to his mouth while a well-deserved merchant laughs with pleasure and drinks wine diluted with water.

The celebration...... meal means Ray is now lowering his dragon robe hood. In other words, it is exposed to the surrounding area without being hidden that you can describe it as the woman's face.

Some people in the cafeteria have a surprising look on Ray's face, which he had hardly ever shown at a martial arts tournament.

"Wow... is that deep red? It would be incredible if you hadn't actually seen that strength in your own eyes at a martial arts competition."

"I guess. I saw him train in the courtyard, but he was still hooded then. I've never seen my face before."

Adventurers and thinkers talk to each other as they watch Ray enjoy a meal a little further away.

These two also took part in the fight, but lost in the main battle.

... proven to have some strength at the point where they were able to break through the qualifying round, but as far as they are concerned, if they see Ray remaining in the semifinals, they will blow up such complacency and so on.

I know you understood that you can't judge your strength by appearance, but does it feel like it's also superb...?

"Even so, I didn't know we were going to make it to the semifinals. I'm just surprised."

"Really? You train us against each other and you don't even let us breathe. I think it's natural."

To Veicul's words, which he tells only incredibly, Luzi tells him so as he bites into skewering.

But even so, there is little praise in the gaze toward Ray.

This is because if you fight noise and make it a losing Luzzi, you will never win even if Ray wins the semifinals and gets to the finals.

It was Ray who felt something slightly less interesting about Luzi's attitude like that, but if you think about it in the sense of merit, it obviously outweighs the noise, and even if you say something here, it would only sound like a loss.

A Maust who reads the ambience changes the subject as he reaches for cheese.

"It would be tomorrow's game first, rather than talking about the finals. What do you say, Mr. Ray?"

"Hmm... right"

I cut the words once and tried to open my mouth again, then.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to tomorrow's semifinals, too. Whatever it takes to fight a deep red ray and a water dragon Digma."

I was celebrating Ray's celebration at a table nearby, and the adventurer and the man tell me so.

The woman, who was in the same seat as such a man, pinches her mouth as she panicked.

"Hey, talk to me all of a sudden... at least say hello, right? Uh, I'm Caminina. This idiot over here is Raizas. Sorry to interrupt so suddenly."

Together, they are adventurers who look like they are in their mid 20s, and if they are introduced to Raizas, they are putting an intriguing gaze on Ray.

Water Dragon Digma, huh?

Ray grumbling at Rays' words.

I know that name because I've seen a few games, and I know who I'm fighting against.

It came up to the semifinals, and even more so just because it has an alias, its strength comes with origami, but above all...

"You're a Rank A Adventurer."

To Ray's words, which I put out in my mouth like I said by accident, Ruzi, who was listening to it, ran cold on his spine for a moment.

It's as if he was stabbed in the back with an ice column.

Nothing...... that's just what Ray said he talked about the rank of his opponents fighting tomorrow.

"... Ray?

That's why Luzi speaks that way, albeit under barometric pressure about Ray's condition.

"No, it's nothing. I was just thinking about tomorrow's fight. Whatever, they're aliased Rank A adventurers, and they're elves."

I was already back to my usual Ray when I returned that word, but Ruzi can't speak any more words.

Nor did I follow Luzi like that, but Mosto, interested in Ray's words, opens his mouth.

"I guess it's because you're an elf, you're more magical than a normal human being, and you can do it as a magic warrior who makes use of it. Just the same type as Mr. Ray about that area, looks promising."

"Right? You think so. That's what I thought. You know what I mean."

To Maust's words, Laisas smiles and slaps that back.

Having been slapped on the back several times with the warrior's arm strength, Mosto nods back, coughing unexpectedly.

"Ho ho, yeah, that's right. Digma, who is the same magical warrior but specializes in the magic of the water system as its alias, and in high skill and quick sword moves. To that is Ray, who specializes in the magic of the flaming system and in the Great Sickle wielded by overwhelming physical abilities. It seems similar and different… do you feel like something different?"

"It's unusual to use a sword in an elf. I haven't seen many elves, but most of the ones I know used bows and spiritual magic, right?

Ray nods at the veiculous whining as he pierces the hot, melted, cheese-hung potatoes with a fork.

"That's certainly what the elves I know looked like. I only met her during the rank-up exam before. And..."

I'm in the gilm, a dark elf figure that deserves to be described as luscious passes behind my brain for a moment, but I immediately shake my neck to the side.

I know you have considerable arms as a wizard, and I know you have high bow skills in the story. But I didn't actually see it with my own eyes, because I was told to put it in my mouth.

... If I put it in my mouth, there was also a reason that I didn't know where to start.

"Anyway, as long as you're happy to actually fight an elf with an alias. I know you're overstating the final adjustment to fight noise."

"That's right. In the first place, how many people have aliases because you have aliases? That's also rank A. Normally, he's a better match than you."

I would have changed my mind if I knew that Rays had previously won by battling an elk with the Axe of Thunder God's alias, though Rays would turn his frightened gaze to Ray somewhere.

But Ray doesn't bother to put it in his mouth either, and brings a small grin to his mouth to a dish like gratin with bacon, cheese and potatoes.

"Wow... I don't care how you look at it, it feels like war."

"That's right. 'Cause if you win tomorrow's fight, it's the final, right? Besides, the final opponent is definitely immovable noise. So if you don't burn, you're not a man."

When did the women get along with each other, Veicul and Kaminina exchange words with a grin.

But some say they have waited for it.

"I'm in trouble when all the men are judged to be Mr. Ray's personality."

That's what I told you, Maust, who is also the only wizard in this.

All I tell you is that I don't want myself and Ray together, but the two women at heart turn that gaze to their party members… i.e. Luzi and Raysas.

Horses would have fit thanks to a similar personality again. We were sipping alcohol at each other and laughing in a good mood.

If you look closely, many of those who participated in the celebration at the Achievement are drunk and enjoying themselves, and by the time they are stunning, their surroundings have turned into a crucible of chaos.

"... any say?

Such surroundings...... I open my mouth knowing it's useless to say it, especially to Veiculu, who looks at Luzi and Raizas and inquires.

"I'm a wizard and I'm not a warrior, so I don't want to be with you."

"Hmm. That would be fine. More than that, see. Drink it because it's a corner."

Gently recite the words of the Maust and press a barrel about 30 cm in size with wine.

A most who manages desperately to confront Vacul, but Ning Ro I guess that inspired Caminina's bump. Stuck to Mosto as he blushed his thin cheeks.

"There you go. I'd be pissed if the other guys heard you refuse to take your sister's leave, wouldn't I? No, Ning Ro, would you be happy? Anyway, it doesn't make a woman scratch shame."

"Hey, wait! Wait a minute!

"Meh. Look, what do you want me to give you a drink by mouth?

"Wow! Hey, why is this guy suddenly like this!?... and Veicul too! You can't take it off!

If it were always, Mosto's wand would be waved to suppress Vacul's stripping habits, but now Mosto is suppressed by Kaminina and not the other way around.

If this happens, I think I need Ray's help... and when I turn my gaze toward the table, Ray's figure is neglected.

"Huh? Hey, Mr. Ray!? Mr. Ray! Where have you been?!? Please don't leave me here! Hey, Mr. Ray, you're coming back!

Maust's cheeks are red screaming like trouble because Kaminina is nearby, or because Veiculu started to take it off...... is it because he got drunk again?

Ask him in person and he'll say it's because he's definitely drunk.

But whether anyone believed it or not... it was obvious if you saw where no one was helping Maust.

"Phew... you've finally settled down"

Without even helping Mosto get tangled up... No, Ray, who escaped the dining room as Ningro, was returning to the second floor of a long empty pavilion.

Looking out the window near the room, there is a moon that you can see exactly because of the lack of clouds.

I look up at the night sky with the certainty that it will definitely clear tomorrow.

I don't like alcohol much, Ray. Of course I don't get drunk just because of the smell, but I didn't want it to mean drunk in case you think about tomorrow's game.

Water Dragon Digma, huh?

I said a lot in the dining room, but Ray's goal is already only the finals.

Sure it's stronger than being an aliased Rank A adventurer, but still, if I fought now, I don't feel like losing.

Of course you will need to seriously try not to be alarmed and lose.

(Though it's not the same as the whole thing)

Squeeze inside.

With my current abilities, I understand that it is the immense magic that I have that overwhelms the noise. So, undoubtedly, in tomorrow's game, where you'll also be watching noise, it's about exposing your own hands to the full use of magic, and I wanted to avoid that as much as possible.

(Most of all, it doesn't make sense if you lose by prioritizing not showing your hands. You should think about when you have to)

Looking up at the night sky through the window again.

The moon there illuminates the ground in the moonlight as if to welcome Ray's game, which will take place tomorrow.

(I thought earlier, it's going to be sunny tomorrow)

Thinking that way, and being up late at night like this and being stupid for negatively impacting tomorrow's health, Ray just goes back to his room and lays down in bed.

At that time, I felt like I had heard all sorrowful screams from the people on the ground floor, but I decided it was only my fault and fell asleep.