Next Life

The notification of the planned sword festival was delivered to the Kingdom of Touban.

"Didn't a gladiator festival do it another year?

That is Marius' first voice.

It was Rovisa who answered the question.

"Yes, as usual, but this time it seems to focus on talent mining."

Many humans have died in demonic invasions and so on, and have not recovered from that blow.

It wasn't the kind of damage that could be recovered in less than a year.

It is an attempt to find talent buried in the field in order to fill some of the lost talent.

In normal competitions, advanced battles are waged by the fierce fierce from all over the country, but these people are not eligible to participate this time.

Eligibility is limited to items that do not belong to national armies and have never participated in previous gladiatorial festivals.

The question was whether to hold new people in that country who had achieved good results.

"... for once I ask, is there a leading talent in this country?

Say it is close to decoration. Marius is king.

I couldn't help but wonder.

"I'm afraid so."

Emma lay her eyes down and shook her neck to the side.

"Because this country is like it could have been raised in the form of receiving refugees. Some will be able to fight, but isn't it cruel to expect?

It was Barra who said so.

There are, of course, migrants besides refugees, but none were equal to the forces of war and those who were recognised in each country.

Because I avoided being in such a way as to pull out the powerful.

For once formal training has been carried out, but it can still not be handled in the same line as the elites of Filato and Lanreo.

I'll get rid of bandits and goblins, so I'll do the best I can.

Most importantly, no country would think of attacking it, so I can see that as sufficient.

"You don't have a choice."

Marius flaunted his shoulder.

I'm not familiar with the state micro, but I know that there are such things.

So I won't say anything.

"Marius, do you want to come out?

Rovisa comes up with a suggestion with a pranky look.

"Are you ready to leave?

Marius was slightly surprised, Barra said just fine.

"No magic, though. Yeah, physical strengthening and recovery would be nice."

"No offense or defense?

Everyone nods in unison at Marius' inquiry.

"Then you can't."

Marius said without hesitation.

It is self-analysis that the body may have been strengthened.

Given the purpose of holding a gladiatorial festival in the first place, Marius cannot be eligible to participate either.

With that in mind, Rowesa made a joke.

"Let me tell you something, you're not qualified either. Aulanis."

"Yeah?"

Aulanis, who was cheeky with a banana, swallows it and opens his teat.

"There's no strong guy out there, is there? I'm not interested. I'd be interested in a tournament where the Demon King is coming out."

"I don't know, man can open it"

Marius politely put in a scratch, then told his wives.

"It's where we gather the players, isn't it? What are we gonna do?

"Place your bid publicly"

Rovisa answers.

"So we get together?

Barra replied with the look on Marius's face, who had just said it was the best idea to snap his neck.

"You can't join people who belong to the military. There are only a few means of spreading it to people in the wild."

"How much can you expect from a person in the field?

When Marius crushes with anticipation,

"You shouldn't be desperate."

Rovisa slashes it cold and the other faces nod simultaneously.

Emma explains to Marius with her eyes rounded.

"If you are a man of martial arts excellence and willing to serve, you will have a master of sorts. If you're in the field now, you're the ones lacking either ability or motivation. I'm not saying that no one has ever had to work as a superintendent under any circumstances, but I don't think there are many."

"Maybe some of them got into trouble and got chased for work."

That's what Rovisa added.

The world, it's not that sweet.

I guess the more knowingly the holding is proposed, the more serious the shortage of human resources.

That's what Marius figured out.

However, it never occurred to me why I was willing to participate at this time.

Although there were more participants than expected, Marius and the others headed to the gladiatorial festival after qualifying with no attractions.

Just like at the Demon Festival, royalty gathers from all over to watch the game.

(King of this world, are you actually free?

It would be impossible for Marius to have such a question.

Instead of simply checking the availability of human resources, there will also be subsequent exchanges of information.

That might be more important in a way.

Marius thought so, enjoying alternating Rovisa and Burra's knee pillows in the carriage.

Aulanis is not accompanied.

They couldn't find any significance in the act of travelling by carriage.

"Why bother taking the time when you have the means to travel in an instant?

He was asking Rovisa and the others with a face that seemed sincerely strange.

If she's serious, she can travel in an instant.

The same goes for Marius.

Because now the country hosting the tournament is the Kingdom of Philato.

"It's like being royal."

When Rovisa says, Barra also agrees.

"It's like Aulanis only wants to fight a strong opponent."

The words turned the demon king's expression into what convinced him.

"I see, it's like an aesthetic to pierce"

Everyone thought something was different, but no one made any corrections.

I guess it's because everyone was aware of the difficulty of getting it right.

"I miss you."

Rovisa and Emma narrow their eyes to Marius' first voice with fillet.

"Right."

It is the birthplace for the Queen and the Samurai, and the reincarnation point for Marius.

It seems like the other day that I lived in this country.

It was only a few months for Marius, but for the two women it was a country that spent most of their lives.

The emotional depth will be great.

The soldiers and city people who responded unfortunately don't recognize them.

Soldiers and generals I once knew would have moved or been discharged.

"When you look at Fillato like this, you realize that our country hasn't yet."

It was Barra who leaked that feeling.

She does not feel sentimental, but calmly identifies the difference between Tuban and Fillato.

"Well, that's the best country on the continent."

That's what Marius said, but Barra didn't back down.

"Sweet. Catch up or you won't grow forever."

"I don't think so."

Conscious of his lack of political sense, Marius does not intend to defy his wife.

(I barely work, don't you think?

I didn't put that in my mouth if I thought so.

My skill as a politician as a king, unfortunately, is incomparable as a wizard.

At least I should have been able to help in developing magic items.

Even if it doesn't extend to a girl named Isabella who's in the West.

But as it stands, we haven't even done that.

Isn't it natural that we can't catch up with other countries because, in a certain sense, the maximum force is not functioning at all?

I still couldn't get it out of my mouth.

I guess Rovisa and Emma know and leave it, because they think.

It sounds good to say I trust you, but I can't deny the lack of communication.

Marius understands his immaturity and hesitates, but that's behind it.

Rovisa and the others had too much to prioritize and were in the shape of putting it behind them.

It is so strange that there is no groove between the couple.

(I was wondering if it's time we set it up to fight, like, once?

Elle was thinking about that, watching how her husband and his spouses were doing.

I don't have the complacency that cracks don't occur between the two because I manage my hates well.

Because there are still parts of us that don't like each other.

There should have been a minimum of reluctance to speak of couples so that the term is present in human society, with courtesy of intimacy.

In Elle's view, the three of them feel somewhat overwhelmed.

It would be better if there was one wave to get along that I really couldn't care less about.

Then you'd better get your wives.

Because there's one thing that Marius can't grasp right now.

(I wonder if I'll do it after the gladiator festival for now)

Elle was thinking about that with a slight face.

When a carriage enters the king's capital of Filato, a great cheer boils down.

Marius and Rovisa were respectable to the people of Filato.

"My ear hurts..."

Marius glanced at her face, but the women could tell it was a shade of light.

It's easy because my cheeks were loose.

Burra and the others feel used to it.

"Marius, you're so popular."

That's what Byra said and broke her mouth.

Marius feels it belongs to a magical madman, who sees it one day, and hastily denies it.

Marriage and childbirth, I should have settled down completely.

He said it should be.

I'll tell you twice because it's important.

"Of course he's a hero who saved the world."

That's what Rovisa said and the women shook their heads vertically at the same time.

She seems purely proud and Marius feels uncomfortable.

Around here, it won't change forever.

The women thought it was preferable to get used to weird and take it for granted.

Marius opens his mouth to break such air.

"With that said, do you have a list of players from all over the country?

"Yeah. Go ahead."

View the paperwork Emma has been giving away all along.

I guess there's no such thing as a name I know, and I look through it and I think,

"What?"

He stopped at one point and voiced a loose voice between them.

Because I had a familiar name.

Its name is Catherine Von Boltner.