Munou To Yobareta Ore, Yottsu No Chikara Wo Eru

"I'm home."

"Ah!"

When Rhode returned to the modest room, Sophia, who was looking out the window at the game field, looked back in momentum and had a full grin.

"Welcome back, Mr. Lord! And congrats on breaking through the first war!

"Yeah, thanks"

"No! You're Sasasu, Mr. Lord! I can't believe I took that Mr. Morgan down with one blow... I knew it was too awesome!

"Ha... I can handle it. I'm glad the operation went well."

Lord sat right next to her as he removed his hood and mask, smiling back in the light to her, speaking excitedly.

"Have you heard from Levy?

"Oh, nothing yet..."

More than two hours have already passed since Levi and Excalibur left the venue.

The time to just go and come back was superior, and it remained, indicating that her persuasion was difficult to navigate.

"Oh well... I hope I can persuade you well..."

With that said, he drops his eyes from the window to the game field where he can see.

Then there was the figure of the two males, who did not move while facing each other.

"Is that it? Sure, just now..."

"Ah, yes. The game has already begun. But neither of us is moving."

On his way back here, Lord has already heard Carol announce the start of the second game of Game 1.

Then about a minute.

Both of them kept standing on the spot, just staring at each other.

"Oh, um... both of you? The game has already begun... '

From the audience, a twist occurred, and the venue was surrounded by a different atmosphere.

"... hmm?

At that time, Lord noticed that his former mate's mouth was moving.

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"Finally...... I can prove you wrong"

After a long silence, the visor smiled a little naggingly at the words finally coming out of his formate.

A visor with overwhelming support, but naturally not everyone does.

There have been voices in there, like formats, that denounce that overly forceful way.

Especially this time, the anti-Visors, starting with their former mates, were strengthening their thoughts against the Visors who took the method of trumpeting the weak, even though it was to increase the Sumerian Adventurer Alliance.

"Huh... I thought you weren't motivated... you waited around to quiet down to tell me that on purpose?

"Yeah. Sorry to keep you waiting, but I thought I'd calm you down a little bit. Otherwise, you'll just be surprised... that you lose in an instant"

"Hmm..."

loose, and… the space that wraps them both shakes.

Leaked magic or bumping into each other, the two were at once moving into a battlefield position.

"... Sure, you may have protected Sumerian. But over-going domination creates a stigma. In addition, you are nothing but an adventurer. What do you tell other adventurers so greatly... naturally you're not convinced?

"... so? In short, what are you trying to say?

"It's an easy thing. If I win this match...... please disappear from Sumerian. That alone makes Sumerian better. Definitely."

The visor laughs.

Keep your voice down.

To that grin, a glimmer of sweat flowed from my formate's forehead.

"Fine...... by the way, can I ask you one thing?

"... what is it?

"Do you have a girlfriend?

"Huh?"

To unexpected inquiries, formats unwittingly raise their barbaric voices.

"Yes, I'm not here right now... what is that?

"No, I just wanted to ask... but now I'm relieved"

"Say what... ugh!?

Moments, the air blows up.

But the formate, who sensed just before, avoided it by trying to roll down the ground.

I stood up distancing myself from the visor as it was.

"Hey, suddenly the air blew up ah!? Or... the battle has finally begun!

"Yeah. But you did a good job with the formats. His magic has very little preliminary motion, so to some extent it would have meant he predicted it. But... '

"Yikes, suddenly you do it...... ugh!?

"You can't do this anymore."

A warrior runs to his former mate, who tried to fight back.

I felt it.

Cover yourself... with the mighty magic of a visor.

"Co... those are...!

"He's always so sweet and dazzling. If I don't like it, why don't we just move on to action? Don't bother..."

"Hey, hey...!

"Bella Bella and... before we talk"

For a moment, the flames engulfed his body.

"...........................................................................!

Arm up, in front of a visor who just stands, the body of his formate dances the universe over and over again.

It was like... a doll played by a child.

And that blast flame--

"Ho, the flames are like... like the flowers of Lotus" Hazu "!

That's right.

The sound of the word is "Lian", and its successive explosions remind everyone who sees of the flowers of the "Lotus".

Therefore, "Blast Lotus".

And the magic name he uses is Blast Magic.

It is the power to explode... freely where magic has been sent.

"Apparently, you knew my magic to some extent... but you thought you and I were even equal? Immersed in a heroic mood, wasted time pointlessly without any measures, the result being its zama. So you're..." anti-visor. "Stop."

Formats keep dancing constantly, even while visors talk.

No resistance whatsoever and it is unacceptable to pass out due to severe pain and shock.

The tympanic membrane is torn, the skin is sore, the bones are broken, and… even if my heart is crushed.

The visor goes on to say even more, knowing that he has not heard it already.

To all who watch... so that they may understand.

"You said I was doing it the wrong way, didn't you? I was definitely wrong...... it was sweet of me. So, I got the answer. That's..."

At that time, the explosion, which was thought to last forever, suddenly ended, and the formats collapsed to the ground to take their seats.

And then the last explosion bursts in the back of his head, and whoever burns it slaps his face to the ground.

It's like...

"There is no need to forgive those who face their teeth. And don't let that happen again... it means killing your heart"

It seemed to him that he was grounded.

"Eh, settle doo!! Winner...... Visor-Achevermegge!

"" "" Wow, wow...!

Even when the winning name went up, there was no cheer to celebrate the victory there, just a voice of fear and consternation.

The visor doesn't seem to care about it, and walks out with his back to his formate, who doesn't even move with Pickle.

Satisfied...... with a grin.

"As it were, it was just overwhelming......! Visor! I didn't let my formats do anything, I showed them overwhelming power. Ah! And yet this is too...... '

'... you didn't even have time to use magic. He seemed to be talking about something along the way... well, whatever, there was too much difference in power, I guess. He's a terrible man.'

'Oh, yeah... oh, the ambulance team, hurry up!

"... strong"

"(b) Mr. Lord......"

Sophia turned her gaze toward Lord, who muttered so, with a worrying look on her face.