Makai Hongi

I'm standing on my trembling feet right now.

"I" made it in time for the gibberish, but what about this?

I can't move at all.

"It's Goran...... oh my god, the magic vegetables are double, no, they're nearly triple inflated?

That's Melarda. They're measuring the amount of magic vegetables this way.

"Magic vegetable, we're still swayed by it, Sancho."

That's why I told him.

Most of the lower or middle races have a direct connection to their strength.

Being superior makes it possible to successfully use the poor skills of the species or to flip the results with special skills and combat experience.

When I dared point him out there, Melarda made him pull his face.

Isn't there just three down toward the generals of the great powers?

"You're right. Balthasar, who beat me with the same strength. See, this is the way it is."

"So even if it wasn't for once, what did you take up the fight twice? Are you involved in all your men's fights?

"I was honestly sorry about that. I thought that was the only way to put that place away."

It doesn't fit.

"Huh?"

"That's why I'm saying it didn't fit. Look, I'm alive. So earlier fights are still in effect."

"What are you talking about? Balthasar is no longer conscious. No matter how light you are, you won't wake up for a few days."

Melarda makes a panicked voice. Kind of funny.

I shouldn't have made such a hasty voice when 'I' was dealing with him.

So I tilted my neck and told him to be slightly uppermost.

"What?"

………………

Helpful. Just a little, but I'm recovering. That's just the flesh of the Auga tribe.

Releasing a stalled melarda, I proceeded to Balthasar.

"Oh, wait, wait, wait! They're fainting."

"That's why you did it. Between me and him, nothing's changed."

You didn't let go of your machete often when you were blown away. Awesome, 'me'.

I grabbed the machete with both hands. I haven't got my grip back yet.

"What are you doing?

"Come this far. Don't you see? It's just too sunny, General."

Shake up the machete and lower it. I just don't know if that's all I can do.

I'm on my way. Wouldn't it fall out?

"Stop, stop, Goran!

"Third time"

"Hmm?"

"He said it's the third time I've stopped a fight in my current victory. If you're a general, stop being such a jerk. Plus, he's the Legion Leader, assuming. It's up to you to take responsibility for your loss."

All right, my grip is back. Can I go with this?

I slowly shook up my machete.

The target is his neck. If you can't do it with a single machete, I'll do it as many times as I want until I drop my neck.

"Balthasar lost. Golan, your lord wins. Let me admit it."

"... no?

"Why not?

"Our battle won't end if he doesn't admit it."

"Isn't that why you've passed out?"

"I'm telling you that's irrelevant."

"What am I supposed to do?

"This is a fight he sold and I bought. We're not gonna stop until we're totally at it."

"With my authority, this battle shall be a victory for Golan. I don't approve of rematching. So what do you say?

"He won't be convinced. If you look me in the face, I'll sell you a fight."

"I won't let that either. I was going to relieve the Legion Leader of his duties because of this failure. Balthasar returns it to the town. So no rematch, no face to face."

"Not against me. But my men don't know. Sometimes they set me up to drag me out. You're paying him back. It would be easier to drop your neck here after all that trouble."

"Okay. You are not my guests. Whoever sells quarrels to Golan and his men will be demoted or expelled from the army. There are no exceptions. Soldiers aren't the only ones. And the Legion Leader. If it is discovered, do what you have just said for whatever reason. So what do you say?

"... Hmm. Do you want me to pick up my life?"

"Farnese said so. Golan sells fights to all directions and wins all the time. He told me to pay close attention to handling it, but I thought it was a frown saliva."

Sell fights to the Demon King?

What a reputation damage.

Melarda finally exhaled when she saw me put down the machete I shook up.

And there's resentment. He's turning his eyes to me.

"And if you let me like you, I'll sell you a fight not only to Balthasar, but to all the Legion Chiefs in our army."

"I'm just buying a sold fight."

Why would they be selling it?

"If we don't stop here, we won't be able to stop the second and third Balthasar when they come out. So this settles. Look, my men. In the future, if you sell a squabble to the Guest Army, including Golan, you will be expelled for whatever reason. Try selling a fight ready for expulsion. I'm going to retaliate immediately, okay?"

The surroundings calmed down.

Melarda will look at me.

"Oh, that's fine. If you want to add, add that's not the case if you sell fights from our side. There's a fight going on here too. I can't tell you not to take that."

"Okay. As I heard. Look, dissolve."

When Melarda slapped her hand, they were all gone like scattering spider children.

I wonder how scared you are.

"... rig"

"Ha, here"

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to pass out, so thank you for coming."

Apparently, the time I can be out is the limit.

That's a short one this time.

I think the damage to the body is shorter. Well, it did.

But if you give me back my body, I'll faint again.

Probably, but didn't it end the way I hoped?

By the time I thought that, my consciousness was already sinking in the dark.