Munou To Yobareta Ore, Yottsu No Chikara Wo Eru

At the moment of the settlement, only the sound of Corona being beaten to the ground was echoed within the venue where there should be a large number of humans.

In that overwhelming silence, Blance turns his cloak and walks out toward the door where he has come out.

"Shh...!

That's when Carol finally returned it to me.

"Iron! Fist, burst, burst, burst! Shit, winner ah... Bransu! Gruck! Brightshaft, wow!

"" "" Wow, wow, wow!?

Carol's roar clears the fog that was covering the audience's thoughts.

But the confusion doesn't go away.

It happened in front of me, because it was something completely different from their imaginary future.

In the end, they really thought that the world's appreciation of him was a power of parents, gained by power and money...

Regardless, there were times when Blance didn't deny it or actually never saw him fight, but above all, it goes without saying that his past made him do so.

In addition, what happened with Cosmo the other day was probably one of the factors that convinced them so.

But everything turned upside down.

The fact that Carona, the famous S-rank adventurer, had no teeth in Blance.

And the mighty magic emanating from Blance is above all proof that his strength is authentic.

In that untraceable reality, they could just shut up and drop off Blance.

"Yay! Lordy............?

Against Sophia, who raised her voice of joy, Lord kept staring at the playing field with an unfloating look.

To be precise, Corona is falling on the playing field.

He thought so, almost certainly from the start, that Brance would win.

That way, people who don't understand Blance very well will change their minds by touching his strengths.

However, as I told Sofia before the game, he had a little anxiety.

And that anxiety becomes a reality.

"Heh... I'm kidding!

Not until I win.

But he didn't win well with his opponent.

"Think of a woman's face... oh man!

"Ka, what are you going to do if you get a scratch on Carona's face!?

"I knew he was a scumbag! That's not normal!

"Yes, I don't like it! Sumerian shame is also a good place......!

When thought caught up with reality, what overflowed from the audience was a voice of condemnation for beating a woman in the face without hesitation.

But to condemn it on this occasion is unlikely to be the case.

Indeed, Carona was a woman, and her beauty was also her sale.

However, she also understood that this could have been the case at the time she decided to compete herself in the competition.

In fact, she was also coming to the game ready, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a good point to accuse her of it, and rather this is blasphemy against her.

But now they don't see it.

The reason is extremely simple.

"Because I don't want to admit Blance."

As mentioned, I don't care what the countries say except Orgren and Sumerian, they really think Blance is weak until now...... I seriously thought so.

Of course there have been acts of the past, but a similar aversion to anger toward him is greater toward such cowardice.

Now that it's gone, they have to admit they were wrong, but they can never do it, and they couldn't do it.

I couldn't admit that this was some kind of load that I thought was "incompetent" but it was actually different...... maybe it was just like that furo.

The "punching of a woman in the face" that appeared there is an unacceptable folly if not under the circumstances as it is now.

They got over it.

To protect our self-esteem...

"Oh, no... 'Cause this game...!

Sophia, the same woman and adventurer, understood that this situation was strange.

But for a misunderstood human being to change his position, an argument is required that no one can correct.

The correct answer for Blance is an unpleasant way to win in everything, such as showing an overwhelming difference in force and encouraging her to surrender, or throwing her off-site.

If there had been an apple on this occasion, perhaps Blance would have made those choices.

But she wasn't there.

Therefore, this may have been inevitable.

"... Sophia, give me your notebook. I'm just gonna go to the infirmary."

"What?"

"I can't help it anymore that this has happened... so at least I'm going to heal Mr. Carona's wounds perfectly. Then this may subside somewhat"

"Oh, I see... well, go ahead"

"Thank you. Sofia needs to stay here. I need to get back as soon as I can... maybe the next game will be over soon"

And this anticipation of the Lord was also... still to be centered.

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"" "" Wow, wow!?

"I knew it..."

That was shortly after Lord called Asclepios and started treating Carona, who lay in bed, and her formates, who were dying in the same room.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Just a second from the start. Wow! Due to an electrolithic fire that won't blink... Bulketter Unable to Fight! So the winner! Cosmo...... LIHIKAITOVO!!

"Oh my... you're anticipating ~"

"Right...... hurry up Asclepios"

"Yes, sir. We're both losing our minds, so you don't seem to have to get raped ~"

As a result, the ambulance, which originally hit their treatment, is already out of the room because Lord told them he "doesn't want to be seen by magic".

There was also a track record of treating Sofia perfectly, which was acknowledged without particular problems.

"Well..."

While Asclepios is being treated, Lord begins to circle his thoughts in preparation for an impending battle with the visor.

There's no preliminary motion, and a widespread explosion attack alone is troublesome, but that's what he thought the visor hasn't shown any seriousness yet.

Nevertheless, some measures had nevertheless floated.

However, the question is whether it works.

And there was another problem.

"Mr. Apple... I hope he manages to come..."

Still not showing up, Blance's sister Apple.

Unless she came, perhaps Blance... and so much thought, he stopped it once.

"... now I have to concentrate on my game with Mr. Visor. For Mun's sake... we will win."

With all sorts of thoughts crossed, Sumerian fighting competitions were now... about to come to an end.