My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

"- He was on it. At the beginning."

It was a woman warrior running beside her who said that to Sacurilyn, who was looking around.

If you're a warrior with somewhat of a relationship about what Sacurilyn sees - who you're looking for, you'll soon find out.

It was at first that nearly thirty four-legged red dragons (lougios) flocked like one creature, but they are now quite sparse.

Bloody warriors have already begun to kick down those in the way, and on rough beast paths with lots of obstacles, the awkward ones in riding skills have clearly lagged behind.

"Preface?"

- Oh, yeah, Sacurilyn nods.

Yes, I watched the intrusive Jijra move aside and try to kick someone (...) out of the beast path.

That's the one who dropped it - I guess it was Lisse.

If I had been alert to Jijra, who was obviously waiting for someone to show off, there would certainly have been someone who jumped at the head all at once with no alert.

In retrospect, I guess that was Lisse.

The three female warriors who led Sacurilyn by poking at the gap that Gijra hung on to kick her ass came forward with the other warriors.

The foursome female warriors, led by Sacurilyn, are currently among the top groups.

But the race isn't even half over yet.

I don't know what's going to happen next - but.

- That's embarrassing.

said the elderly woman warrior.

Yes, it certainly doesn't offend me.

Remainder, Lisse was the kind of strong person who would normally follow the warrior's training.

He was strong enough to line up with Sacurilyn, who wouldn't even take a pull on a man's warrior.

His personality was bright, teasing and easy to hang out with.

At least Lisse and the female warriors, who often acted together with something, were getting along pretty well.

That's why I invited him for granted.

- I was wondering if we could run together in the next race.

If only warriors would join us, I thought it would be rough stuff anyway.

It's actually supposed to be rough.

Gijra can't help but think about her age and remember the word self-weight for a little while.

- Although that Jijra catches up at some point and runs the lead again. Now I'm running for real, not an invitation to show off. That's just fast.

The annoying, annoying kicking behavior can be prevented to some extent by being a herd - only a group can do it all back together if set up by one person.

It is only in the second half of the race that we intend to compete properly, but until then, as companions, we promised to run together in self-defence, and the female warriors joined forces.

I know the strength and harshness of the men's warriors, but it is therefore a measure.

There may be some agreement or disagreement that the way it is done is dirty, but this is a tactic to increase your chances of winning.

If the objects on your neck are not decorative, use them for granted. So I cut it off.

But Lisse declined the invitation of the Sacurilins.

- "Can you wind up running like that?

Honestly, I had no idea what you were talking about, but only the atmosphere I was saying no to conveyed. So the negotiations broke down.

- "You can have a cheap thrill. Hope it gets hot."

Leaving Lisse alone, who had said something, the Sacurilins were ready for the race.

That's it, race day.

Lisse said she had been kicked down at the beginning.

"... that's a shame indeed"

- If this is over.

Saculilin had no idea that this would end the race...... Lisse.

If it's such an easy woman, I don't think we can be friends.

Forever evil is also in strength, it's not Lisse who gives up winning and losing so easily. I've been going a little crazy since I rode the four-legged Red Dragon (Lougio) recently. The essence should not have changed.

But the vacant distance won't cover easily.

I see the inside.

It's almost half way through here.

"- Ha ha ha ha ha!!

Out.

Gijra, the warrior who finished the big hunt, is a hands-off winning run with arms that exalts his power to the people inside.

The warrior leader is the spear inside.

Warrior chief is the power of the inside.

The warrior's head is stronger than any other.

The people inside, anticipating the whereabouts of the battle and paying attention to the race, gush at the bravery of the warrior chief, who will be the most popular.

- Trying to follow Jijra running at the top, the leading group ran through the midpoint.

"- What the fuck!?

When we finally saw the inside on the other side, the warriors got into their range.

I'm surprised to notice that a warrior who was single-handedly chasing the lead group has chased Lisse up at a fierce speed from behind.

Basically, all four-legged red dragons (lougio) are fast.

If you're running at full speed, it's even worse.

Unless there's a slowing factor, like the wasteland that just fell out, it's hard to catch up with.

- Yet I've been chasing him up.

Compared to other adults, a round small four-legged red dragon (Raugio) "black scale".

I knew it was fast, but I didn't think it was this fast.

I now realize that the answer to "Don't let this guy go first", which I thought just before the race started, was a Russian hit.

A red-haired girl wearing a "goggle" to hide her face is stuffed with a twist and distance, and a sense of impatience is solicited by the warrior.

I'll be passing through soon.

As it is, I show the people the moment they are plucked by the rest of us - no, I show that girl.

I won today's race, and I was going to get married.

That would mean that I made a great declaration that I would beat the warrior chiefs and ancient senators.

Well, the person who applied for marriage is also a woman who made a big deal out of a lot of deductions.

Nice feeling, good looks, good cooking, and many people of his age are after him.

And these days, I've been in a hurry to hear that I'm close to a suspicious man called the leftover cook, or something.

I said something big about it to put a bounce on the confession.

I've actually been running with the intention of winning, but the reality is brutal. Differences in strength appeared as they were.

... it's still good to lose at this time.

Around Avantoto, the epitome of Gijra, ancient ginseng and young people, has gone quite a long way.

If that is all, it is still a state in which even the female warriors are ahead.

At this point, I don't feel like I can catch up already.

But.

But, but.

It's still good to lose to the same warrior, but I just don't want to lose to the rest of you.

Only to this leftover who brought in a suspicious cook, I never want to lose.

Plus, you're not just going to lose as it is, you're going to be seen losing moments.

- When this happens, we'll have to do it.

- I just have to kick it off.

A red-haired girl finally caught up with a warrior who decided to be that ready.

"- So, what the hell!?

And I was surprised.

I wasn't alone.

I tried to stick it right behind the "black scale" running in front, and the other head was hiding.

- I was windshielding one of the first heads, increasing the speed and following.

At the moment I noticed, one of the heads behind me - the boy in the same unusual "goggles," probably the one from the remainder, slipped to the side and lined up with the warrior on the opposite side of the redhead.

Pinched in an instant.

This shape is bad.

I'm going to set you up - I think so. Soon my vision turned.

Shortly before entering the halfway point, inside, one warrior fell.

- Twenty-eight participants, thirteenth and fourteenth.

Lisse and Ayle, who have pulled almost half this far, rush through the midpoint at the fastest.