Legend

"The Deep Red alias was not Dade.... Shall I say so?"

The game is over and Digma calls out to Ray as he returns the Devil's Sword to his sheath.

To the words, Ray opens his mouth with his shoulders clasped as he wields the Death Size and extinguishes the flaming bird.

"This was good for me."

Ahead of the chirali and gaze is the massive amount of water that spreads over the arena stage.

The members of the Steering Committee were currently desperate to drop the water off the stage.

I guess it's only natural because there's another game semifinals after this.

No, Ning Lo. If you make it an audience currently in the arena, you can even say that another game is the fate.

Rank S adventurer, because it's a game of immovable noise.

"Certainly I couldn't do everything I could. Let's admit it."

Ray snorts in his heart at the cool attitude of Digma, who is no different if he loses, I guess.

The water dragon created by Digma in the first place is only a substitute for the head, which is known as the water dragon.

If it was meant to be, it would make and manipulate a whole water dragon out of water, just like its alias.

Ray himself is only good at wide-area extermination magic, and soon found out that Digma couldn't be serious about this stage size.

"But..."

Digma goes on to say things, as if to block Ray's thought like that.

"Ray would be the same one who struggled with the breadth of this stage, wouldn't he? In the first place, I couldn't use the flaming tornado you're good at."

"Uh, no, well, yeah"

Some vaguely deluded Ray.

In the first place, a fire whirlwind that led Ray to have the alias Deep Red. If this was any wasteland or meadow, not on the stage, we would never have used it, more than Seto's help was needed to create it.

(In that sense, you're not so wrong about me and Seto alias Deep Red)

Ray whines inside while storing Death Size to Mystering.

From the side, Seto recognizes that he is a griffon Tamed by Ray, but I know Seto was created by Warcraft - naturally because he is the person who created it - but as for Ray, he is deep red by himself and one. That's the kind of recognition I had.

"Yeah? What's wrong with you?

Digma asks me if I've learned to question how Ray looks like that, but Ray shakes his neck sideways saying it's nothing.

"Think about it for a second... yes, how you fight the noise against your opponent in the game the day after tomorrow"

"I see. Well, the possibility is that noise will lose the next game is only slight, but there may be..."

"No."

Ray lightly denies Digma's words.

For Ray, fighting noise in the finals already is a certainty, and the elements it covers are nowhere.

He was such a small, eye-opening digma to Ray's attitude, but the next moment he grins at his mouth and nods back.

"Surely it's impossible for that immobility to lose in the semifinals first. I just don't think it's equally possible to lose in the finals if you're going to say that?

"Perhaps it would be if it were normal. It's just that I've been dealing with a lot more than I knew I'd fight noise until the finals."

"... is that the magic of that wind?

To Digma's words, Ray returns with a small shoulder clasp and silence.

I knew they thought I was a fiery magic specialist because of the alias Deep Red or because of the fire whirlwinds I created in the Spring War, and above all I used the rumors.

Because there's no doubt that the only magic Ray can use is flame magic.

The only difference is that Death Size itself has skills?

Using it, it was possible to fix it in winds such as wind magic and earth magic.

Ray, who guessed that what Digma was saying would be about flying slashes and magic shields, exhales on the surface but on the inside.

More than the Death Size skills were unknown to others, it was something that could be a trump card in the fight against noise.

But I used it... more precisely, I was cornered to the point where I had to use it for my presence in front of me.

(I didn't just watch the game now... how could that be,)

Turn your gaze toward Chirali and the VIP room and make sure there is noise and the Emperor.

He seems to be talking about something, but he still can't possibly mean he hasn't seen his battle any more than he was in the VIP room.

"As for my bills, it's about fun in the fight the day after tomorrow."

"Yeah? Well, if that's what Ray says, let's look forward to it. Apparently there are many other hand tags besides the magic of the wind.... Still, that shield was amazing. I never thought I'd be completely prevented from blowing a water dragon."

"I guess..."

While answering that, Ray was in a slight hurry inside.

(Attacking and trying to chew the magic shield off, it was seen as a single attack because it kept chewing. Given the performance of the magic shield, if it had retreated after the first attempt to chew it off, the magic shield would have disappeared)

Thinking of it that way, the referee, who was watching the two of us nearby, sounds terrified.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm ready for the next game, so I'd like you to vacate the place."

The polite tone would be from a digma whose opponent is well known among the Bestian empires. If it was just Ray, we'd be talking in the same tone as usual.

"Oh, bad.... what I actually created this state of affairs is what I would say, but that's a little too much.... Right, just give me a minute"

"What? Oh, I don't mind."

Nodding at the word of the man of judgment, Digma leaves one step forward and opens his mouth.

"Spirit of water, gather beneath me"

Its short chant activates Spirit Magic. There is still a lot of water left on the stage that rises into the air and gathers in front of Digma to become one.

After the battle, the still inexhaustible audience makes a scene in its huge water polo with all sorts of emotions such as amazement, admiration, clichés and joy.

Digma, who was watching such an audience, once again turns that gaze to the giant water polo under his control.

A considerable amount was evaporated by Ray's created flaming bird. But still, if it was still a small pond, there was just enough water to fill it whole.

(A bird that spawned in flames through this water breaks through, or? It's a non-standard force in many ways)

I turn my gaze toward Ray for just a moment, grinning just bending the edge of my lips, and chanting with magic again.

"Spirit of the water, dance in the sky, and show all thy beauty."

The immense water that was floating around Digma with the activation of the Spirit Magic heads up into the sky, instantly turning it into fog.

The season is already autumn, but if you try and make it an audience that was still excited about the battle between Ray and Digma, the fog will be received as more pleasant coolness than cold.

The fog and the light falling from the autumnal sun create more than twenty rainbows in the air to entertain the audience's eyes.

"Heh..."

Ray, who was near Digma, was also blinded to the rainbow.

(maybe...... really maybe in case there is a reversal)

Turning his gaze to Ray, who is seen by the rainbow, Digma shrugs inside as he remembers the contents of the game and heads straight to the modest room as it is impeccable for him to stay on this spot any longer.

Even though Ray, who noticed such a digma, tries to speak to his back, Digma, who perceived it, waves gently to greet him and leaves the scene.

Eventually, the audience...... and the referee realized there was no Digma until a rainbow over twenty covering the sky disappeared.

Ray hurries back to me and leaves the scene for the next semifinals, the Noise game.

Of course not going home like this. Today is more than the last game before the fight against noise, to look at it and analyze the power of noise at all.

(In the battle with Digma, I showed you the Flying Slash and Magic Shield. I just want to show you the right one over there if you can... well, I don't know)

While thinking on the inside, Ray came to the VIP room.

Until now, Ray had often seen the game in the arena audience, but I wanted to avoid the noisy surroundings because I wanted to see this fight slowly and slowly.

"Whoa, Ray. You beat me brilliantly. Here."

It was naturally the elk who spoke to Ray, who came into the VIP room, and threw the cloth bag in his hand.

Confirm that the weight of the cloth bag received is undoubtedly heavier than when it was deposited.

(The other guy had an alias for Rank A, so many guys with the same alias didn't think I could win Rank B... or something)

While convinced in the heart, give a gentle thank you to Elk before storing it inside the mysteries.

Sure, I'm glad to have more money in hand, but now it's a noise game more than that.

To such a lay appearance, Elk flaunts his shoulders and opens his teat.

"Don't worry. The game hasn't started yet."

As the saying goes, there's still noise and an opponent's man facing each other on stage.

I'm somewhat sorry to learn that you've already finished introducing your opponent by live reality, but Min, who was watching it, opens his mouth instead of Elk.

It should be noted that Dusker, with whom these two are escorting, is in conversation with the nobles who have come from the surrounding and distant countries of the Bestian Empire around him.

There is also the aspect of being here as a spectacle of a martial arts tournament, but it is stronger in terms of where you connect your face if you try to be a nobleman.

Furthermore, Dasker is more than a very active figure in the spring war, and many want to keep the edge connected if they can.

Though he has a grin on his face, Ray puts his gaze on Dusker, who seems fed up with the same exchange of conversations, and makes me think that nobility is having a hard time too.

"The opponent of Noise is a famous Rank B adventurer as a spear user."

"Demon Spear, huh?"

The word demon spear brings to mind the face of a disgusting demon spear user only in the back of his brain for a moment, but he immediately shakes his head and scratches it off.

What we need now is not to think of the past. The future.

He groans so in his heart and again turns his gaze to the top of the stage.

And the referee announces the start of the game as if he was waiting for Ray to act like that.

The first thing that moved was the man with the demon spear.

I guess you decided you had no winning shot at turning the noise backwards against your opponent. Kick the stage big and stick out the demon spear towards the noise waiting for you.

It was Ray's expectation that he wouldn't have had to rush to get ahead.

I've seen several noise games before, because in all of them, Noise had the opponent take the lead and aim so-called later.

That's the same thing this time around, with sharp and quick poking releasing multiple times.

"That demon spear, is it wrapping the wind?

"That's right. The wind is causing us to make room for unusual attacks."

That's how Minn returned the answer to Ray's grunt, and evidence that the word was true was repeated at the end of Ray's sight.

The noise is waving the sword even though the spear tip has obviously not arrived.

And a sound close to the bursting sound that echoes around you.

"I see, that one"

"Yes, it is possible to attack on the spear tip extension, or stretch the wind directly next to the spear tip.... but I can only say that they are too bad this time."

If it were normal, there would be some confusion if we dealt with a spear wrapped around the wind.

Even if you've seen and known it in previous games, the task of fixing it is more than the first time you've actually experienced it.

But Noise played it from the first round to show it.

That's not just once, either. Play all attacks in the same way in the interactions that follow.

"You did have too many bad opponents. Normal opponents wouldn't have struggled this far."

Ray whining, but at the end of that gaze, the demon spear man is desperate to repeatedly attack the noise.

When the main battle began and the participation of noise was announced, the number of people looking to beat noise was surprisingly small, but if you try to be the one who has won so far, you will naturally challenge Noise for a chance to win.

Ning Ro, should I say that those who are not so temperamental cannot win this far?

Either way, the man manipulating the wind's demon spear rolls out all the moves he can to challenge the noise.

"You're strong.... Are you sure you're okay, Ray?

Ray flaunts his shoulder small to Elk's worrying voice, which is not even patterned.

What Elk is saying is that nothing needs to be fought and won against noise for the purpose of catching the eye of the upper echelons of the Empire.

That was Ray I know as a fact, but still shakes his head lightly to the side.

"I'll let you win more than I'll do."

I guess I didn't hear Ray whining that way.

But just at that time, it's true that the gaze of the noise that was fighting the man who manipulated the wind's demon spear was directed at Ray.

A grin that can't even be called a grin, just bending the edges of your lips.

But Ray did see Noise smile like that...... the next moment, a long sword with Noise is wrapped in ice, instantly freezing the arms of the man manipulating the wind demon spear it touched.

Furthermore, in the next moment, the long sword that had been held...... the Devil's Sword's body is engulfed in flames and waved down against the target.

"Winner, noise!