Magic? Muscle Is Much More Important Than Such A Thing!

Then a few hours later.

I stood in the middle of the arena for the opening ceremony.

From the audience, which is already overcrowded, sight flies from all directions three hundred and sixty degrees.

Yeah, it's not that bad.

"Yuri, I really appreciate you. Look at the guest seats. They can't seem to contain the feeling of deviation. This construction of the arena will be an event that will be inscribed in the history of the demonic kingdom in the not-too-distant future."

"I hope so."

After having such a conversation, Gargador goes in front of the microphone for the speech and starts greeting the opening ceremony.

In a prestigious and prestigious position like a king, the figure of the Gargador, speaking with gestures and gestures, is spectacular.

This is the way it is.

He's the one who switches on and off. I can't do that, so I think it's pure awesome.

"Now let me introduce you to those who have come from outside the land of the devil, who are also concerned. Yuri, it's you and Filia."

At the end of the greeting, the Gargador speaks out loud.

And with that, the gaze all over the venue concentrates on me and Firia.

I don't care how much you gaze at me, but is Phyllia okay?

Earlier, you said you weren't good in public.

Maybe he's scared.

"Will I get your attention after all? Oh, how can I be so beautiful? I'm in trouble."

Trouble on your own.

What are you, Norinoli?

Explain to me what I don't like in public about people who can get drunk on themselves in this gaze.

Well, whatever it is, it's strong enough for the real thing.

Now you don't have to worry about Phyllia.

I'm going to put all my nerve into my greeting.

"Huh, huh..."

Stand on a small platform for your speech and tone your throat.

This kind of thing is key at first.

I don't often end up in Gudagda like that.

First things first, hit your best.

Greeting is a battle.

...... hmm? Fight?

If it's a fight, shouldn't I be using the best weapon I have?

Yeah, muscle when it comes to my weapon.

Right, that's what I'm talking about!?

I don't need words or anything!

"Huh!

I presented Double Biceps.

This is the best greeting I can give.

Speeches swung by language are second-rate. Speeches masterfully manipulating languages are top notch.

And speech without language is the superb speech.

"…… ohhhh."

It seemed to have been seen in my flesh at first, but he gradually regained his sanity, and he starts to raise his voice.

All right, all right, that's good. Looks like they're pulling you inside.

So how about this?

"Humph!

I'll try to decide on a side chest.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The cheers and applause came back from the guests' seats.

"Ooh......!

Unexpectedly, my voice leaks too.

On second thought, isn't this the first time my physical beauty has been recognized so far by others!?

And not just one, but nearly a thousand!

As the audience voltage increases, so does my excitement.

I pulled my muscles together in thousands of poses, and people cheered loudly each time.

What is this? What the hell is this!

That's the best stage ever! I'm glad I was born!

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but that's all I have to do."

Five minutes later, I get off the speech stand with a full smile.

I really wanted to keep showing off my muscles for a few more hours, no, a few days, but this is only an opening ceremony. It's the front seat, so to speak.

We've got it in good time to make sure it doesn't slow down.

Gentlemen are the places where attention can be given.

"It was exciting."

"I am firmly determined to emigrate to the Devil's Land."

"No, no, shouldn't we stop doing that? It was really exciting, but I think that's probably because we're all tense about a place called this arena itself. Now whoever does anything will be as enthusiastic as this."

"……… What?

Don't listen to me now, Phyllia.

Earlier in the speech, there was a red thread between me and the audience called muscle fiber.

You're fooling around with that?

"If you're going to say that far, Phyllia, show me the audience better than me in your speech from now on. If I could do that, I'd lose, I'd admit what you said."

"Um, I'll try."

Phyllia walks with Stasta and rides the speech stand when she says so.

He then began to wave his hands heavily towards the guest seat.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

That's all there is to it, a cheer that just cracks.

Hmm? Is that an empty ear? That's an empty ear. Whether it's empty ears.

But the reality was ruthless.

The magnitude of the cheer is clearly more than it was when I was, and it is no longer closer to the ground than cheering.

"Nice to meet you, demon kingdoms, I'm Phyllia. It is a great honour, even for me, to be here today on this occasion of remembrance -"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It is so exhilarating that Phyllia's greetings are no longer cancelled.

I have to admit defeat already.

It's hard to convince... but it's only by acknowledging reality that we can move forward.

Besides, it's not all bad.

I don't know what it would be like to be flushed into the atmosphere, but it's true that you were happy with my muscles. That's a sure step forward.

And five minutes later, Phyllia, who came home after greeting me, delivers next to me with her throat and face.

"It was my win. Well, I had no choice, I was just too cute. Mr. Yuri is not bad."

"I only lost. It's a complete defeat. But winning or losing is no longer a problem. I was able to show off my muscles to this big crowd, that's all that matters. This could rekindle the muscle boom in the land."

"Did you ever boom even once in the first place?

"Stop it, Phyllia, the truth is sometimes cruel."

Don't come to me with a blade of words.