Legend

"Quiet. No!

Inside the arena, a voice sounds.

The overwhelmingly powerful voice echoed every corner of the arena, even though it didn't use magic items like reality.

The general audience who heard voices and the invitees who were in the VIP table gradually settled down.

Dusker, who was also watching the scene in the VIP table, leaks a sigh of admiration.

"Exactly, Emperor of the Bestian Empire, this presence is a misdigit."

As the saying goes, it was the Bestian Emperor, the Tragist Gnose Bestia, who was watching the final in the VIP room for the royal family.

The voice, whispering the hyena-like hair of a lion, calms those who were becoming confused in the arena with overwhelming force, even temporarily.

"The people of the Bestian Empire can't be fooled by this much noise! Earlier explosions were heard from afar. There is no danger to those who are here! If anything is at stake, there is the real noise, the rank S adventurer who won the Fight Games."

Hearing the words completely calms those who were temporarily calm.

That's all there is to being a Rank S Adventurer, and even more so, we were able to confirm its strength with our own eyes earlier.

... Most of all, few people caught the speed of movement carried out by the King's armor with their eyes.

Still, the actual battle in front of me was too convincing to convince the audience who were watching it.

Furthermore...

"And immovable noise also has deep red rays that crossed each other of torn things! Many would know about this deep red ray if they were from the Bestian Empire. So you don't have to worry!

When he hears the words echoing inside the arena, Dusker feels hit.

Because words now were all faithful. Among other things, there is Ray here, and the nuances that we can perceive as working with ourselves are enormous.

You won't be able to say no to that any more than you have said in this way in front of this large crowd.

If I refused, I was certain that I would be in trouble at a later date in many ways.

"Mutually, yeah. Do you understand or not?... No, you're definitely saying it after you've figured it out"

It was Elk who squealed so.

The reaction was the expression that Ray fought each other with noise.

Certainly Noise has gained some strength compared to the games played so far. But that was not very much, but it was not serious, and furthermore, it was an impossible expression of Ray and each other.

(Exactly, Emperor, you're strong. Do you not hesitate to use the available power?)

Yes, the story of the tragist continues, approaching Dusker whining in his heart.

"It's dangerous to go outside in a detour right now! Until this commotion subsides, let's all stay here once and for all. Naturally the rest will remain here, so the Lord and the others have nothing to worry about. Fortunately, the award ceremony has not yet begun. More than that, why not stop the medal ceremony here?"

The audience turns again to those words, which proclaim grandiose.

No, that's not just the audience. The same was true even in the VIP table.

The only ones who aren't surprised are those who know the character of the emperor. Those invited by the neighbouring countries are simply turning their gaze to the transistors who show their grandeur.

"Is this the Emperor of the Bestian Empire? I didn't expect to stay here on my own initiative."

To a grunting elk, Dusker flaunts his shoulder small and opens his mouth.

"In fact, there will be chaos in this situation, because it would be absolutely safer to stay here than to go through the whole city and back to the castle. If you think about the neighborhood, it's a natural decision."

"But unlike a well-guarded castle, this is only an arena. I can't say enough in terms of safety?

"I do also know what Min is trying to say. But instead of being equipped with defenses here, there's noise. Furthermore, some Rays were unable to act in a detour with the words of the Emperor earlier. With that in mind, it would be safer here than Ningro Castle."

Mumbling that far, once the words were stopped, Dusker opened his mouth again, confirming that all those in the VIP room had bothered and were not turning their attention to themselves.

"So, what do you think? I knew this was..."

"Yep. Perhaps...... no, this would undoubtedly be the behaviour of the Third Prince. You just want to help out a third prince who's under house arrest as secretly as possible, even over there. When it does, maybe."

They found it and it became a battle. Dusker nods at Min's words, which stopped him on the way to say that.

"Then I'll be busy from now on. You should be ready to leave the long empty pavilion, either this way or soon.... I'm talking about Ray, and I'll probably be working with Theorem and the others after that, regardless of this commotion."

"Pfft, if you try to be Master Dusker, is this what you expected, too?

It's a bitter laugh for Dusker to come up with those words somewhere in Min.

"No way. It would be a lot more convenient if I could reach that far. It's totally none of my business for this one. The question is, how long do we have to stay in this arena?"

"You probably need to be here for a while now. Besides, you won't have to excuse Mr. Dusker or us for having a relationship with Ray before Ray enters the competition."

Above all, there are still tragists, emperors of this Bestian empire. In that case, only ourselves, the invitees, can go home as we please.

"Can't help it, huh? Let's just say we'll see what happens here for a while."

Then several bubbles are created at the entrance of the athlete as if waiting for the word to spin from Dusker's mouth.

That's a sight I've seen several times at this martial arts tournament, a fantastic sight, as if it would take my gaze away from me again and again.

The sun-like sunshine of the midsummer sun, with brilliant bubbles in countless colors, creates an even more fantastic atmosphere.

It's the two people who come through such bubbles.

One made him the winner of this martial arts tournament, rank s adventurer, immovable noise, who is also a hero of the Bestian Empire.

The gear you are wearing is similar to the one you fought in the finals, and there are no scratches in that gear, as if to indicate that you won almost intact even in the battle with Ray.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The moment the noise appeared, a loud cheer echoed inside the arena.

There is also an admiration for the very existence of noise, but other than that, it was still certain that the earlier explosion and the accompanying emperor's words were showing effect.

And when Ray shows up trying to follow the noise...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's smaller than when it's noisy, but it still sounds too cheerful in the arena.

(This is... that's an unexpected effect)

Dusker whines inside as he sees how those spectators are doing.

Indeed, by winning so far, Ray was getting a lot of support from the audience. But still, that's not how far it must have been.

But now this cheer is undoubtedly directed at Ray.

Noise and Ray go up onto the stage with each other's weapons as they are.

I can't think of attending the award ceremony with a weapon if it's normal, but this time it's a kind of festival: a martial arts competition.

Furthermore, the emperor was not allowed to participate in the award ceremony directly on stage, but also from the VIP table, which allowed the possession of weapons.

Most importantly, I don't think that Noise, who is also my friend if I try to be an emperor, is harmful to me, and I know that if Ray tries to attack me, Noise will crush it lightly.

Furthermore, if noise could not stop Ray from attacking because of some mistake, a guard who was holding back nearby would prevent that attack, and it was clear without thinking that it was impossible or using his own body as a shield.

Therefore, it is just right to show that the Emperor has confidence in the winner and semi-winner of the Martial Arts Games.

"Fight Games Winner, Rank S Adventurer Immovable Noise, Previous"

A different voice than the previous live voice. I'm guessing the aristocracy changed to progressing the ceremony. Following that voice, the noise standing alongside Ray on the sleeve of the stage moves forward.

Going straight to the center of the stage. It's a place where some of the members of the Steering Committee can call themselves executives.

The noise that advances in front of them stands silently.

The audience seats are teeming to see what it looks like.

Originally, it is the flow of ceremonies to kneel in honor of the emperor who is here in the VIP room, but the noise just stood still to the emperor... gazing at his own friend, the tragist.

"Noise, in front of the Emperor. Kneel."

That's what the Steering Committee member in the center of the stage tells him, but Noise just turns his gaze toward the tragist.

……

The audience, initially obsessed with the attitude of noise, also calms down as if watching gradually what happens.

"Wow, clear and clear!

Such silence followed, about a minute. What broke it was the delightful laughter of the emperor, the tragist himself.

"Your Majesty!?

The voice of the nobility that had been entrusted with the procession of the award ceremony sounds, but the tragist makes a mockery without the way he cared about it.

And you laughed enough and were satisfied, eventually turning your gaze towards the noise and opening your mouth.

"Good. This one has only three rank s adventurers in the world. In other words, it's an outsider. You don't have to bow your head to be an emperor."

The word was both true and false.

It is true that noise is an outsider, but it still wouldn't have been interesting for the tragists to let their own friends bow their heads.

Either way, nobility can't blame the noise attitude any more than the word tolerated from the mouth of the tragist.

The aristocrat, who decides that even if he says any more, he will only piss off his master, opens his mouth straight to the noise.

"Fighting tournament winner, noise. What do you want as a prize for winning '

Silence.

Neither those in the arena could imagine what noise would want as a prize for a fight.

Honor? By the time I reached Rank S, I had already earned so much honor that there was no more.

Money? I'm getting tons of money in the process of becoming a Rank S in the first place, and I can make as much money as I want if I want to.

Clerk? I didn't think anyone who reached the frontier of Rank S would bother wanting a Clerk himself.

Woman? Sure you might want it if it was normal, but it was obvious to whoever saw it that it was not in the character of noise.

Magic item? This is the most likely prediction of those who are watching what happens around them.

Indeed, Noise has magic items such as the Devil's Sword, which can wrap several attributes around him, and the armor he still wears. But still, why not seek more powerful magic items?

... If this was Ray's hobby of collecting magic items that could be used in action, the idea might have hit me.

But Noise turns his gaze to the emperor's tragist, who is still in the VIP table without saying anything.

That gaze includes a willingness to know what you're looking for.

And in fact, the tragists knew what their friends wanted. Stimulus. It's also a stimulus worth risking your life for.

Noise is now hungry for stimulation because it has reached a high of Rank S.

In that sense, I would say that a fight against Ray in the final was the reward.

Eventually the nobles and spectators who noticed that each other was exchanging words with their gaze began to blur...... the noise opens its mouth whether the exchange of silent gazes ended rubbing each other's opinions.

I need permission to explore the Devil's Mountain.

The surroundings stir at the words coming out of the mouth of the noise.

Mountain of Demons. It is a mountain on the periphery among the Bestian empires, rank B and rank A. In addition, it is a place where even the rank S dragon species are said to exist.

It could be described as a place similar to the Devil's Forest where Ray woke up in this world.

In fact, Ray also expected that as he listened to the current story on the stage sleeve again.

It doesn't make sense to be an already half-breed opponent in order to seek stimulation. That's what you have to be on par with Ray.

There is no way that such an opponent would be, and there is no way that he would challenge another Rank S adventurer to fight against him.

But... if it's a pile of demons, there are monsters who can surely take their own lives.

Eventually the tragist nods back slowly to the words of noise told with such thoughts.