Neta Chara

* Kerstin Perspective

The door was inadvertently knocked where the demon gun was disassembled and maintained in the castle's own room.

Concon.

"Please, I'm available."

It was Talia, a Fox breed, with the same Kent side chamber, who opened the door and came in. Recently I watched him seem busy preparing for the Beast King Performing Guild, a festival of the Garuda Lo tribe, but he was indifferent that it was none of my business.

"Mr. Kerstin. Actually, I have a good story for you… would you like to hear it? It's not a bad story for Black Bullet."

As Talia entered my room, she approached me by closing the door and lurking her voice. Rumors inside the side room also told me that he was in charge of the dark work behind the southern border Bergamot, so I got stuck.

"Become! What is it... if you come in and tell me that you have a good story on your face like that with such mastery in mind, you'll be suspicious"

"No, I thought I had to borrow Mr. Kerstin's help..."

Talia leaned against my side as she was servicing the gun and whispered.

"Actually, the wasp also wanted to participate in this Beast King Martial Arts Association..."

I almost dropped the gun parts I had. Because Talia was a man on the operational side as the executive chairman of the Games.

"What... didn't Talia run it? Isn't it bad for the operators to participate in the tournament?

"Dear Elkis, I have your permission, and it doesn't say a single word that no human being on the operational side should participate in the operations manual of the historical Beast King's Guild of Exercise."

When I saw Talia's face, I thought she was belly black. There is no doubt that Master Lyla is the most powerful person in Kent's side chamber, and if she goes with the Black Dagger family partition, Ms. Annabella is gripping the grip, but it was thought that Talia in front of her would establish second place to that with plotting and proprietary manipulation.

... I'm not going to end up being the head of the escort hunting team either, and I want to get Kent seeds to make kids. At this time, I would like to create a new partnership with Talia...

"That's just what you call a belly-black fox. But if we're going to use our team, we need to apply for paid leave to Kent... and Talia will help us out there, right?

If Talia was coming with this story, she saw that Kent already had her hands around her and tried to take paid time off during the tournament.

"You've already accepted your application for paid leave. Besides, this time there will be a gamble of winner predictions. If we bet ourselves we can make a lot of money."

Talia whispers in my ear again, having returned a nigga and a laugh.

"Yes... And the money... but of course you can get paid for it, right? You can't hire our team with money alone."

"Huhuhuhuhu... If Master Kent has captured the first fang of the Garuda Luo Shijie, we will celebrate it and prepare a celebration to which you will all participate. Well, it's Master Kent's celebration... so I'm sure you know if Nani will doe..."

I was holding her hand in Talia's words.

"Please, help me! Let's make Kent our first fang. Ugh!

"Now, I'll borrow every team of Kerstin Hunting Regiment leaders. Of course you will."

This is how our team decided to participate in the Beast King Martial Arts Association on behalf of Talia. Of course, using Talia's powers, we had the demon guns we specialize in crafted so that they could be used in the Beast King's Guild of Exercise and we were fully prepared to wait for qualifying day.

* Inez Perspective

I was coming to Ignis Ranch with Mr. Feria. The reason I came to the ranch was because I was summoned without even being able to convey the contents to Mr. Claret, the representative here. When he arrives at the ranch, he walks out towards the hall where Mr. Claret and the others live.

"What the hell are you talking about calling me ~? I do have big milk too, but I can't squeeze it..."

Mr. Feria was walking with both hands holding her chest, which was about to fall zero out of her maid's clothes.

"Pure milk is the only emulsion of the minotaur species. Ah! You can't fake it. It's just that they're whispering that this is Master Kent's personal hobby ranch. Be careful."

I react hypersensitively to Mr. Feria's words. Because I know that Kent was recently brought into the milking room by other races, and I thought it was the case that he was called this time.

"But I hear Mr. Kent's drinking the squeeze at that time, isn't he?

"Chi, it's not. Eh! You can't do that! Next time I'm going to ask Master Kent to say something tough from Annabella!

I was also present on the spot where Master Kent brought another race, Mr. Callamia, into the milking room in the name of educational sexuality instruction, and after being shamefully squeezed out of a glass of emulsion, I couldn't tell Mr. Felia that Karlamia, the bull actor, had quickly said yes, and that I had been demobilized and seeded with plenty of substitutes.

Mr. Feria, who was staring at me like that, talks to me with a nicked face.

"Now I want you to mix it up with me."

"He said no!! Mr. Feria, you're listening to me!

I arrived at the mansion where Claret lived as I walked in adoration. Ring the bell and call Claret.

Cancun.

"Ha ha. Oh, Inez, I've been expecting you. Mr. Feria, come in, come in!

Claret came out the door shaking her big chest. Claret pulls our hands and invites them indoors. I walked into the reception room with Claret pulling my hand. And sit back on the couch.

"I asked the two of you to come today because..."

"Wow, I know! Mr. Kent will make a proper complaint through Mr. Annabella!

I made up my mind to turn myself in before Mr. Clarett cautioned me.

"I did feel good and I was squeezed to death, but it was awkward to do it mixing other races in a sacred milking room, wasn't it? It's okay, it was my fault. Kent really wants to use it, so I can't help but clean it properly after I'm done!

I was bowing my head to Mr. Claret with a van and hands on the reception table. Silence dominates the response interval.

"Ah, oh. That's the thing. That's okay. That's what I promised Helga and Lyla when I funded it, and that milking room is free for Kent to use."

My head turns white on Claret's words.

"Is it good to use... really?

"Yeah, fine. You can use it whenever you like, and it would be appreciated if you could do milk squeezing ~"

"Yep!!!!! Then why did you call me today?!

"I wanted to invite Inez and the others to the upcoming Beast King Martial Arts Association today. By the way, I made this."

Claret was spreading a piece of cloth in front of me. It came to my attention that the spread cloth was depicted in masterful letters as' Pure White Milk Made from Ignis Ranch On Sale '. I look out for Feria, who was next door unexpectedly. I preferred these bizarre things because I was learning through dating that it was Feria's habit.

"Huh! Cool! Felia's got it on her back and she's joining the Beast King's Guild!!"

"No, do it! Wait! Mr. Feria! Master Kent will be pissed off if he enters the Beast King's Martial Arts Club on his own. I won't be able to work as a maid."

"If that's the case, I have permission from Mr. Annabella. If Inez puts it in the Garuda Luo Shijie, the value of pure white milk will jump."

Claret seems to have already finished the hand-wound, and it seemed that our participation was already finalised.

"No, no, wait. Me and Felia, they're gonna lose soon."

Claret laughs when she scratches her droopy hair.

"Huff, it's okay. I've already taken Dragonut's permission to enter the war from Mr. Talia. And Neryl's people are going to help."

... and it's not retreatable. Looks like I'm already trapped in a cage with no escape...

"You'll take it, won't you?"

Claret rubs over with a smile with Nico. When I was opening a ranch in the East, I never thought of myself as a businessman's soul before, but I couldn't even say no because I knew her as a refugee and struggling to improve the status of her countrymen in the South.

"... I'll take it... but forgive me only for that flag"

Immediately, I put my head on the floor to do the grounding, but Claret put out another flag to hang on my shoulder.

"I thought it would be unfair for Mr. Feria alone to make another one. I think it suits Ines very well."

When I saw the flag hanging on my shoulder, a warm Shizuku fell out of my eyes.

"I'll do my best"

So we were supposed to join the Beast King's Guild with the flags of Ignis Ranch with Dragonut and Neryl's friends on each rider.

* Iska Perspective

When I was approached by a member of the Rosalinda hunt, I went straight to the southern region and successfully crusaded Petrified Chicken (Cocatrice), a Class A demon, to prey on the demon. As a result, my abilities had been raised before I had to fall into a state of hunger.

Thanks to this, my body was lighter than ever, and I haven't even fallen into a [fanaticized] state, so I also remained able to combine the ability to identify enemy allies.

As Rosalinda said, the members treated me normally without even changing my complexion creepy when they saw my predation. Until now, whoever saw that predatory scene had definitely come at a distance, but the members who belonged to Rosalinda's Hunting Regiment still normally ate their meals.

"Like I said, right? There's no such thing as a hunter at my place who's creepy about your predation. For Christ's sake, they're all bad eaters. There are ex-combatants and beggars, and some of them, like you, were wrecked while crusading and ate demons. They're gathered in my hunt."

Rosalinda looked over and laughed at the members gathered at the tavern where she was based. The members are also laughing and listening to Rosalinda.

I wonder if I can be in this ring too...

While I was dealing with members who were celebrating the success of the hunt and eating and drinking, I was beginning to like this hunting group thing. Because I thought you might accept my [predation] here.

"Iska would be very welcome. There's nothing like eating demons. I know a cook who specializes in demonic cooking. I'll take you next time. It's surprisingly good."

When a Wolf breed man, a member, sat next to me, he turned his hand around his shoulder holding the liquor in one hand. I saw it. Rosalinda clasps a man's hand.

"Heta! There's gonna be a big hole in my stomach where I can get my hands on our daughter, okay?

"Ugh! You don't pull out a sword with one hand in your hand."

Laughter comes from the members who were in the tavern. I was also caught at some point laughing.

In order to determine the fifteen teams going to the finals for the qualification of the Beast King's Performing Guild, which began the next day, it seems that all teams participating in the qualification are divided into fifteen groups and play a total win in each group, so that the teams with the number of top wins can advance to the finals.

We were assigned to separate groups by participating in the qualifiers in a two-team system between my team and Rosalinda's team. I am in Group III and Rosalinda is entered in Group VIII.

The newly built arena was packed with large numbers of Avisvena citizens and Estfort residents in an effort to participate in the bets that would be made for the qualifying ceremony.

"The guy who thought about making fighting a spectacle is probably a mind-breaker. Admission fees and gambling sales would be amazing."

Rosalinda was looking over the audience as she made a prep movement in the athletes' room. She was right. Rumors were also heard that this Beast King's Guild was moving huge sums of money, and all the participants were in the same mood.

Participants have entered individually, some fierce, some have gathered their people and partied, and furthermore, all the hunting groups of the Garuda Lo ethnic group have teamed up multiple times to participate in this festival.

"And that's a lot of participants. Most of the demonic hunts of the Garuda tribe in the south are in?

"Right. The famous" Wild Wind (Wild Wind) "and" The Divine Hound (Imagine Hound) "groups in the Garuda Lo tribe also serve a large number of teams. Looks like there's a lot of people at the party, and there's a lot of people here."

This Beast King's Guild of Performers has an unusually high vacancy rate, and if it can reach the finals even rarely, it seems to have been learned that it is possible to enter the Garuda Luo Shijie, and as a result a large number of qualifying participants will be gathered.

"Everyone attending the qualifying party! Be quiet! From now on, Talia, the executive chairman of the tournament, will explain the rules of the tournament, so listen carefully."

A woman who was in charge of the reception at the temple came into the athlete's office and shouted out for everyone's attention.

"It seems to explain the rules. Rosalinda will listen to you properly. I'm not proud of you, but my brain doesn't like to remember things."

"Yes, sir. I know that best."

When the intentions subsided, a Fox woman with a loudspeaker (microphone) came up on the stage and started talking.

"Uh, hmm. My name is Talia and I'm the executive chairman of the tournament. See you later. Now, this Beast King's Guild is truly a delight for many to participate in the first Southern Guild, but this time the traditional Guild of Guild of Guilds is also about changing the fun and providing entertainment to citizens, so it would be appreciated if the participating athletes could hang the signs they carry and fight to the fullest."

The woman who said Talia, the chairman of the executive committee, was seriously fighting for the participants in the line, not eight hundred, and was breaking out. Rosalinda also told me that the eight hundred winners had been decided by the money givers and receivers at the time of the Eastern event.

"You can finally beat your opponent and make him incapable of fighting, right?

A young man in flashy armor was speaking to Talia.

"Yes, but I've decided to ask them to use mock ammunition for all kinds of authentic weapons and demon guns that dropped the blade provided here. Please let me know if you are injured and a dedicated therapist will be waiting for you."

"Can't you use your stuff?

"You can't use it at a qualifying party. You can have it used if it comes out in the main selection. You may use your protective equipment as is."

The flashy armored young man had a disgruntled face, but he waited for Talia to say anything more.

"I only acknowledge victory and defeat as non-combatant due to stunning, and surrender due to loss of antiwar will. Otherwise, the battle continues. We allow everything regarding magic and tactics, so you can use whatever you want. The audience seat is heavily protected by junction magic, so don't hesitate to let go. The qualifying team with the highest number of wins and losses in the total winning group is in the finals. Are you sure you want to finish explaining the rules?"

As soon as Talia unloads the loudspeaker (microphone), the area begins to squirm. There were screaming voices from people who had participated in the Beast King's Martial Arts Association before.

"Rosalinda. Remember?

"You, you can remember about that. The point is, the fight will continue until you stun or surrender all opponents. There are no restrictions on magic or tactics with supplies when it comes to weapons. I hope we don't lose the group fight later! Okay?"

"Rosalinda. I knew you were smart. I don't remember. Heta, remember."

Haeta laughed when she was suddenly told the story.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind."

This is how the qualifying party began in the arena. Two 20-metre square stone stages had been set up in the venue, and qualifying sessions had already begun. I'm a third group, so I plan to come when I'm done with my current group.

Incidentally, the first group was being fought by a team from Talia, the chairman of the executive committee, who was taking the hunting team leader Kerstin, who is said to be a mid-range specialist team for 'Black Bullets (Black Barrett)', against each other. Because their weapons are demon guns, but they can fire in a row, they have already surrendered their opponents in a few minutes by hiving them with simulated ammunition.

... it looks like it would be a hassle to hit with them... I don't want to win this election...

The decision to win or lose brings up a cheer from the guest seat. The second group is a Minotaur girl wearing armor like maid clothes and fighting across Dragonut. Demonic women dressed in the same outfit were also fighting together, and all the later members were women of the Minotaur species. On the girl's back was a large flag written 'Pure White Milk Made from Ignis Ranch On Sale'.

Their team also had mixed dragon news, so they were flirting with their opponents through a coordinated attack on the air and land, using magic that no demonic woman had ever seen before to defeat them one after the other.

"Prepare the next third and fourth groups."

The attendant was calling us. The second group is going to be settled soon, so I'm going to wait downstage. Our opponents seem to be part of a team at a private party. While observing the opponent, the second group was also settled, and the girl carrying the flag of "Ignis Ranch Prepared Pure White Milk on Sale" was raising her winning name.

The results of the gambling were confirmed where the results of the first and second groups came from, and the audience has been attentive to sighs and joyful voices.

This time, the contestants themselves could participate in the bet, but the target of the bet was limited to themselves, and if they lost, they were set to lose the bet, so that the 800 chiefs could not do it. But if we won the qualifying party successfully and competed in the main race, we would have gotten a good amount of money.

"Then please get up on stage. The battle will begin with a bronze canopy, so start after that."

Instruct the attendant to come up on stage with us. I got a lot of cheer from the audience when I got up on stage. Moderators with loudspeakers (microphones) were on stage to introduce opposing teams.

"The game that follows is against the Danger Team of Individual Party Participation and the Iska Lowe Team of 'Root Grass (Delacine)'. At present, the odds are ten to one and the Danger team is gaining popularity. Though a personal party, the leader's danger is an A-level hunter, so that's a natural odd. The opposing Iska team in" The Root without Grass "is said to have formed a two-army leak from the party of Captain Rosalinda, but what about there?

The host pointed a loudspeaker (microphone) at me.

"Then everyone in the venue bet on me. I'll make you some money!

The venue boiled doggedly in my words. Signs of the opponent's team increased urgency at once.

"Kuku, don't tell me. That's Rosalinda's daughter."

Haeta was impressed, but she was stirring up laughter.

"If you are riding on Iska's mouth, please buy your ballot ticket as soon as possible. We'll start in about five minutes."

That said, the moderator stepped off the stage. The rest of us were exposed to the sight of a squad of enemies. I spoke to Heta next door.

"First of all, I'll crush the other leader, so Heta and the others can support me in the meantime. Don't worry, I'm definitely stronger than them right now."

Heeta responded small to me. The feeling of not being able to taste it solo fills me.

"Okay, let's start the game! Begin!"

Jahn!!

Together, when the copper clatters, I head to Danger, the enemy leader, to pack my distance at once. Danger swung a great hammer, but he couldn't capture my body. And when he enters the nostalgia, he punches the palm bottom into Danger's belly.

"Uh-oh!

Danger gets forward but stomps without falling. However, petrification had begun when the armor on the abdomen, which received the palm bottom, began to discolor.

"Hey, what the fuck! It's petrified!

"Yes, you've already been petrified by Petrified Chicken (Cockatrice). Surrender early and leave the battle."

My hands gained the ability to petrify by preying on petrified roosters (cocatris). He wore gloves because of his powerful ability to start petrifying just by touching them directly. I need to surrender Danger quickly so he can't move his next opponent. The struggles of Heta and the others are visible, so I release several palm bottom hits to the joint of the dull moving Danger.

The danger, which had been petrified with the motion of the joints, was immobile and powerless.

"Fuck, fuck! You're a coward!

"Garuduro's martial arts are anything, right? I'm sorry, but I don't have time for the old man. Excuse me."

Ignoring the dysfunctional dangers, he enters a brawl to help the struggling Heetas. As much as Heta and the others received my palm bottom, he lost his temper to fight and surrendered early when petrification began.

"Thanks for the help. You were surprisingly strong... you wouldn't win without Iska."

When the last one surrendered, the moderator went up on stage and called the name of the winning team.

"Group III WWI is the Iska Lowe team belonging to the winner 'Root Grass (Delacine)'!!

Bigger venue twisting. The pre-war odds are ten to one, so my bet of five silver coins should have increased to fifty silver coins. Our team, overwhelmed by its reputation and overwhelming victory, stepped off the stage after a yawning praise.

When I got back to the break room, I met Rosalinda, who was waiting for her turn.

"I've been watching. I didn't drain the audience. The opponent was an A-level demon hunt, and our publicity effect was perfect. Besides, I bet you I made some money, too."

He was smiling with a light wink. He had a purse made of leather bag in his hand, and the contents appeared to be largely enriched.

"You're right to bet on me. Wouldn't Rosalinda take a breather with this, too?

"I'm going to earn you some money to feed you, and you bet on me, too."

When Rosalinda showed me the odds table she had handed me, the odds for the Rosalinda team in the first round of Group VIII were five to one and the other team prevailed. The opponent is written as a team that aims to enter the Garuda Luo Shijie with a bee set up with the core members of "Wild Wind", a middle-class hunting group, for a party.

"Uh-huh... bother"

Bassi and Rosalinda see a chop in my brain. He seems a little angry without a heart.

"That's not where it bothers me. Or do you think you can't trust my arm?

"I don't think so. The other team looks strong."

"You're gonna tell me I'm gonna lose to them?

Rosalinda is yelling at the men who will be opponents. Thanks to you, the gaze that was murderous was directed at us.

"Ah, Rosalinda. I think it's against manners to raise your voice here, so let's be quiet..."

"Don't wait! Unless you bet on me, I'll keep provoking them here."

"Wait! Bet. Bet... I'll bet right on Rosalinda."

"Then come and get your ballot tickets!

Rosalinda told me to reluctantly buy a ballot ticket and when I got back it was just before Rosalinda's game started.

Called by the moderator, Rosalinda is waving and greeting the audience on stage, but her opponent's team had a stabbing gaze at her. I cheer on Rosalinda so that all the votes I bought won't be scraps of paper.

"Rosalinda ah!! I won't know if I lose!! My entire fortune is thrown!

Rosalinda noticed my voice and turned to me.

"I'll make sure you worship me after this game. Keep that voucher."

The audience that was in the venue for the declaration of victory from earlier on was showered with a slight compliment.

"Group Eight, fight one! It's a match between the Volvo team of Wild Wind and the Rosalinda Lowe team of Root Grass (Delacine)!

As the host stepped off the stage, a copper clatter rang announcing the start of the battle. First, Rosalinda takes control of the front desk and shakes it to the other team's magician. The sorcerer, who was about to hang auxiliary sorcery on the avant-garde, is forced to interrupt his surprise chant by Rosalinda, who unexpectedly appears.

"I got it!

Rosalinda makes it look like she pulled out her double sword and hits the magician's abdomen hard with the patterned part. When the battered sorcerer pounds his knee and coughs up, the avant-garde warriors' minds turn to Rosalinda.

"It's now. You guys do your job."

Giving instructions to members, Rosalinda activated the self-enhancing magic with no chant, further speeding herself. Rosalinda chose to crush the healer, the healer, who moved so fast that the remnants were likely to remain. Already, the avant-garde was becoming impossible to help the therapist by engaging in a riot with other members.

"By now, it's too late to move. I got it!"

When Rosalinda plays the therapist's wand, she strikes her flank with the opposite sword. The blade is dropped but the iron chunk is beaten and the therapist falls with a distressed look on his face. The Volvos, who had lost their magic cover, were in a hurry to make the attack coarse and could no longer inflict a deadly attack on Rosalinda's members.

"Fuck, shit. How cowardly of you to do the people behind you..."

Bolbol, who set up a gavel and tried to attack Rosalinda, spits grudges, but Rosalinda doesn't seem to care at all, and heads to both of Volbol's wrists to unleash [Double Sword Flash "Double Sword Thrash"]. Shock waves released from the tip of the sword hit and damaged both wrists of Volvo. Volvo can't support the hammer he was holding because of the damage.

"Mr. Rosalinda. Nice!!

Without missing a gap, a member's man was punching [a hard punch] into his empty stomach.

"Ugh!! Not yet! Not yet."

Even if Volvo received a [rigid fist (hard punch)], he still stood still, so when Rosalinda jumped up towards Volvo, she was using recoil to swing both swords down his neck muscles.

"Ubberaba!! haha!!

A broken clavicle broke Volvo pounded his knee and fell to his forehead. The Volvo members who saw how it went are frustrated by the war.

"Now the fighter has leaned toward Uchira's Root Grass (Delacine). It's hunting time now."

When Rosalinda declared so, it became a one-sided game haul after the declaration, and the Volvo members were defeated one after the other. And the last one abandons the sword and surrenders. The host, who went up on stage, told the winner.

"Group Eight, Game One is the Rosalinda Lowe team belonging to the winner, Root Without Grass (Delacine)!!

Wow, so cheerful. In some cases, the ballot tickets were pouring like paper blizzards. I ended up betting on Rosalinda in full, so fifty silver coins had increased to two hundred and fifty silver coins. Rosalinda, who became the winner, was spreading her love to the audience to promote her own hunting group.