Riot Grasper

- Two weeks in August, the original day.

A week and a little while after I started based in Horn, the king's capital.

I've known for a long time that there's a big arena in Horn. Circular buildings, even in the distance, are entangled in a presence that cannot be ignored, and I take the liberty of believing that there is no way my heart won't tremble on the word 'arena', which is what men do.

It's a place I was thinking of visiting one day if I had the chance... but I didn't think I was going to take a leg like this.

"Pfft. Let me just commend you for what you've done without running away. But you'll soon find out. Before true love..."

... Now it's time for me to get tired of hearing everything in my mouth, apparently gaining the skill of listening to their words.

He was a long talking Mr. Garib in front of the arena, but he began to look around with a fuzzy look of doubt.

"Ha? I don't see Stella...?

The only people on this scene are me, Mr. Uranium, and Mr. Galeb... the big guy who wears a robe deep in his eyes trying to hide his entire body.

I guess this is the surrogate prepared by the other side. My physique is better than mine... not anywhere, about three times.

"Stella doesn't want to see you. Do you really think this battle makes sense?

"Ha. Have you finally thought about keeping Mr. Stella away from me with no fear? Let me return the words to you and ask you if it makes sense to do that."

Mr. Uranium making an adult statement, but the opponent doesn't seem to move at all.

Really, he's unshakeable in a way.

Blah, blah, blah. Pull.

... By the way, Stella designated me in the Adventurer Guild to make a request. I mentioned that I don't have to take the form of a request for compensation because I usually take care of him, but he didn't give up.

I immediately came to the scene at that request, but Stella said she didn't want to meet with Mr. Garibe and that she would rendezvous with Mr. Uranium later.

"Should I compete with someone there in this arena?

The request I received - if it's in a nutshell, let's move on to fulfill what it says: 'Make it bogged down'.

"Hmm... you're the boy who was at the inn yesterday."

Mr. Gareeb will be observing to lick this one around.

No, I'm scared. Does the term optical rape also apply to men?

"Are you fighting on your behalf? Exactly what a man like a beast thinks is cruel and ultimate. I didn't expect to drag such a boy out into a duel."

"Gareb, if you're a merchant too, observe them a little more. Sure, your face may be young, but the gear and horseback you're wearing won't be something a powerless boy can handle."

The wild voice was emanated from a man wearing a robe. Indeed, the swords and armor I am equipped with are the work of Mr. Zig, a master-level blacksmith, who paid quite a price.

The same is true of Luke the Horseman.

"... even though it would. Now, would you like me to take you to the arena for an appearance?"

Is that it?

In me, I was wondering if this guy would lend me the arena for a duel... the appearance process?

"Totally... he said he chose the arena for the holy duel..."

Apparently, he refused to lend it to me. This is the only building of its size. There's a lot of audiences out there, and maybe the power of gold alone couldn't have done it.

If you do enter the arena and win, one day you will hit the target...

"This is ridiculous. I guess I'll just have to settle in this place right now without doing that. More garibe than that. You still have new information on that thing?

"Oh, Lord Berga. Please don't be in such a hurry. If you wait a little longer, you'll always have a clue."

"I wonder. Think this is the last time you're going to hang out with me like this."

Hmm. This Berga doesn't seem to be just a hired man. That is obvious from the attitude towards Mr Galeb.

Even so, make noisy remarks for a long time. Going out of your way to fight in the arena is a bit of a pain in the ass, but engaging in combat acts all over a city like this is impotent.

"If we fight in a place like this, there 'll be damage around, won't there?

"Phew...... well fine. I'd be interested in losing something by the time you fight me."

The man stops his foot as he was about to take a step this way and heads inside the arena, just saying what he wants to say.

I wanted to return those words exactly as they were, but when I put them in my mouth, it really felt like fighting was going to break out all over the city, so I left them softly in my chest.

- I have also been a little late to complete the procedure at the arena reception, but I am a little nervous. I've never done anything like fight in front of a large audience, and it would be more impotent not to be nervous.

But I don't want to lose.

If he loses, Mr. Uran won't be able to get close to Mr. Stella in the future... even if he does, nothing is wrong because Mr. Stella is going to get close to him.

Is that it?

You can lose this, right?

The idea is to cut off, and I go down the hallway for the athlete's modest room. How strong is that man named Berga?

I just want to explore the skill structure, but I can't get you to hide up to your face with a robe. Would you please take it off in the pantry?

When I enter the understatement with such thoughts, the murky wind strokes my cheeks.

... indoors seemingly inflexible men continued to produce hot and bitter air.

It's not like I don't have a female figure, but I'm mostly a man.

There's going to be steamy air leaking out of the gap between the armor and the helmet, and I want you to stop.

But it wasn't when it came to whether there was a slaughtered air.

I guess the biggest factor of this is because the game in the arena is basically on top of the rule that the opponent should not be killed. It's a space filled with fighters, but it doesn't kill each other, so it feels like it's full of soreness before a game of sports, if you will.

... Hmm.

If you look around, the modem room is quite large, and there is room for rescue to treat the injured.

I don't suppose they serve alcohol exactly, but they also seem to have a light dining environment. They told me at the reception that fight-money would be available if we defeated the other guy, but it could be a healthy business if the audience enjoyed it at the game and made money.

To relieve my nervousness, I looked around so much as I tilted a glass of drinks.

- Such a fold, I found a place to be concerned.

Apart from the passage leading from the armoury to the arena, there is a darkness behind what seems to be a passage.

There seems to be something, but a soldier who seems to be watching is blocking the road.

"Is there something in the back there?

Speaking up to the arena staff who are offering me a meal, I guess I thought there was nothing else to hide. I got back to you right away.

"Oh, there's a hut in the back there that connects the prisoners. In order to get people to compete when there are not enough participants. Yeah, well, that's not gonna happen, but that's why soldiers are watching."

Oh, whoa. I see.

I think that one. Will fighting here shorten the prisoner's prison term? I guess being here for that purpose is still the ones who can fight.

I'm not going to deprive you of your skills without question because your position is a prisoner, for possession of combat-based skills, but I can't deny that I just want to take a peek.

Approaching where the guard soldier is, trying to stretch his neck and peek in the back, the soldier calls out to this side with a suspicious face.

"What have you done? There's just a prisoner's cell in the back. If you want to talk to a prisoner, I won't stop you, but talk to him over the hut."

"Oh, no, nothing that far..."

I have no taste in talking to prisoners. I think we should concentrate on the game here, trying to get our heels back.

"Ha... how long are you going to be a spectator here?"

"Shut up. You said you'd do anything in the first place, so I guess this is what's happening."

"Yeah, if Oyla hadn't said oh, by now -"

... I don't know. That's the kind of voice I've heard somewhere. And I kind of remember the temperate exchanges I couldn't get in for this.

No, but no way.

"Um, just for a second, can I go in the back?

When I told the soldier on the lookout modestly, he stepped aside silently. Don't make me look weird.

- The dark corridor continues in the back, but there were a number of small rooms with iron lattices embedded in the walls. I guess there's a prisoner connected here.

The lords of the voices I had just heard could be found immediately because they were very connected to the chamber in front of them.

"... Hooray! I haven't seen it. Look at all the oils."

"Wow, that sucks. How do I react when I see a face I least want to see?"

... There's something a little hurtful about the second word, but were they still these two?

I wonder why you're here.

Though I did hear he was taken to the King's Capital.

"What? Are you sure you're here to plug in sugar candy? I'm sorry, but it would have been better if you hadn't shown me that face."

It is a greeting that can only be described as spicy.

I almost broke my heart.

If it is a battle, you will be able to win, but you are an opponent who is never going to win in a verbal fight.

"Excuse me, but I don't have any sugar sweets with me right now,"

The woman exhaled with less interest in my response.

"You must be joking. Baka."

Oh, I'm really going to cry.

A woman in a barn who's evil and a man who doesn't try to keep an eye on this one.

I'm mildly surprised right now.

Because I never thought I would be reunited with the culprits who were involved in the events that took place in Melbail.