Riot Grasper

Forced interruption of consciousness is a bit scary.

Not to fall asleep comfortably, but anxiety that swallows you into the dark and dissolves your body.

There is no way to know where you are or what your condition is.

(But I wonder what. Warm......)

- Soft warmth like a grain of light wrapped around your body.

The area around your left arm is particularly powerful and hot.

The more I pull my body out of the dark and feel comfortable believing that it is the goddess who is gently embracing me.

... I think it's time to wake up.

Phew... no.

Similar to trying to force me to wake up the moment I realize I dream a dream.

In a closed eyelid, you desperately try to open your eyes.

After several failures, he finally succeeded in pushing open the lid of reality.

"- Ugh... Mm-hmm. Here... what?

The first person in Xiamei's sight might be a goddess?

I grabbed their hand to thank them for the flashing contours.

"... whoa. I think I woke up. Hey, hey, hey, hey."

If you look at the crouched voice, the wrinkles engraved on your face, you will know that they are not young.

I look familiar with a whitened chin beard because of my age, but far from a goddess. The appearance of having a wand fits perfectly with the image of a wizard.

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"Ghaaaaaaaa!!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Two shitty screams.

"Wow, Grandpa Wom!? Why are you here? Awesome. Why are you blushing your cheeks?!?"

"Let it go, Sayboy. What a sudden shout. Yeah, how long do I keep my hand in my hand? Whoa. I don't have that kind of taste."

Sayboy is my nickname Grandpa Wom gave me.

While teaching the magic of Optical Camouflage (Lighthide), he was trying to call me a younger me "teacher" or "master," so he asked Sayboy to change me.

Nevertheless, I'm not going to be close enough to hold hands between men.

He immediately let go of his left hand and looked around, switching his consciousness to normal driving, which had awakened in vain.

Apparently this is an ambulance in the arena.

Oh...... I did. Did I faint at the end of my battle with Berga?

"Good. You seem to have noticed safely. If you look like that, your arm doesn't look too bad."

I heard that voice coming from behind me waking up on a bed separated by a picture of the emergency room, a white curtain.

Ah... speaking of which, my left arm, I have it right.

It's going to work.

Hmm? This clear voice sounds familiar too...

Forced to flip his neck, he had a beautiful elf figure dressed in a young grassy robe. I guess the word eye bliss is right to use in such cases.

"Yes, Mr. Illy!? Why are you here?"

"If you answer in the end, for Mr. Sage's treatment"

"Neither do I."

Mr. Illy and Grandpa Wom say that with their mouths together.

Honestly, I'm a little happy.

Mr. Illy is a spiritual magic, and I guess Grandpa Wom treated the wound with light magic he was good at. It would have been hard to cure my left arm, which had been cut a thousand times.

Two for me...... ugh.

I feel sorry for myself for wishing I had grabbed Mr. Illy's hand with my healed left arm.

"But why are you really here?

"Later on that"

Mr. Ili did not answer my question immediately and spoke gently across the curtain.

"It's okay now. Both of you."

Two silhouettes that were visible over the curtain moved and a white thin cloth pushed open.

There was Stella, who had gone half crying, and Uranium, who had a relieved look on her face.

I can immediately imagine these two were worried about me.

But...

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't think this was gonna happen..."

It is unusual for her to look so wolfish that the language breaks down.

"No, never mind. I only fulfilled the request I received. But... maybe I'm the one who got bogged down. haha."

Though I told you jokingly, I think I'm probably worse at the extent of my injuries than Berga.

"Really, thank you. I'm relieved from the bottom of my heart to see Sage safe."

Mr. Uranium, who pierces the gentleman's attitude, politely thanked him.

"Stella's one, you were so excited before the game, it felt like you were going to cry all the way down the road -"

Excited...?

Could it be that when we interrupted the Berga game, you were screaming 'Please bop it down'... Mr. Stella?

"Hey uranium! You don't have to say that."

As I watched her slap Mr. Uranium next door with the momentum that the phonetic sound of Pokapoka seemed to suit me, I almost threw up asexually for some reason.

It is a strange phenomenon even though gut damage and the like should also be healing.

"And by the way, what happened to Mr. Galeb? Did you pull back a lot?

Let's get back to the main point.

Either way, we won the game. There are a few points that seem to make me difficult, but I sincerely think we should resolve them peacefully.

"Well, that's..."

Stella clouding her face. Are you kidding me...?

- He hasn't seen me since the game.

... Huh?

"I just thought it was something you were going to say."

"I've been looking for me, too, but it's a little weird. It just suddenly disappeared."

Mr. Uranium is twisting his neck, too.

Hmm. What I can't find is, that makes me nervous.

It is likely to be troublesome if it can be attributed to a variety of factors later. Would it be deeply lacking to think that I honestly withdrew in silence because I lost?

"Well, there's been a battle, and I don't think we're going to take a huge deviation from humanity."

"That's right. If anything happens yet, I'm going to ramble a little bit this time."

I wonder what Mr. Stella's rambling will look like, but for now it feels like a setback or something.

"See you, Mr. Sage. Be sure to stop by Tasteful Pompong Pong Ko Pavilion tonight as we prepare for an extraordinary treat."

Mr. Uranium smiles at. I guess the best way to thank this guy is to get him to eat a full stomach of the dishes he's made.

My consciousness has returned, and my body wounds have healed, but the blood I shed has not returned.

I feel like I want to fill my stomach with about my own volume of meat.

"I'll take care of it"

Mr. Uranium smiles confidently. I think I'm in love.

- After dropping off two friendly people like this, I got out of bed immersed in the satisfaction of finishing the job.

"So it's time for me to go home. We need to fix the armor."

The eaten left arm went back to normal, but neither does the armor. It would be inappropriate not to request a repair at the store.

"Aren't you going to ask me why I was here?

Mr. Ili asks here.

"Thank you so much for treating my injury. Well, the question that came in was annoying the other way around."

"No, I just did what I deserved. But I see. So Mr. Sage's not interested in me."

hey... to!?

"What are you talking about, Illy! Am I intrigued?! I want to know everything from hobbies, dietary preferences, life schedules to all body data, to the number of spirits I have contracted! No, I already know about half of it."

"Please shut up. Or Mr. Warm. I need to talk to you later."

... Why would I say it to the end, Grandpa Wom?

"No, it's not that I'm not interested either... Speaking of which, why is Grandpa Wom here?

"I'm everywhere Ilyi is... It's a joke, when research gets stuck, sometimes you take a breath in these entertainment. Then a familiar face entered the game and eventually got hurt. The ambulance crew in the arena is out of their hands, so they rushed."

I have trouble deciding if the first creep is serious, but I'm honestly happy with that.

"I was the one who started the treatment first, but without Mr. Warm's magic you would have had a hard time joining your arms"

If you say so, Grandpa Wom's light magic skills have reached LV3.

"Mr. Sage. Would you follow me, if you don't mind?

I walk out quietly, Mr. Illy. Is the reason I was in the arena something that people don't really want to hear?

As I roamed around wondering what was wrong with me, there was an old man following her without hesitation.

"... Mr. Warm. What are you doing?

Even though Mr. Ili asks in a slightly colder tone, the person at the time seems even happy with it.

"Hmm? I told you we'd talk later, didn't I?

That's awesome, Grandpa Wom. Panet. Seriously, it's a spectrum.

That's right, Mr. Irie started to see tiredness, too. and sigh small at the same time.

"Phew...... Mr. Sage. Sorry for the roundabout. Actually, there are people who want to talk to you. Could you come with me?

It became a fairly direct expression. The pace must have been significantly disrupted because of Grandpa Wom.

There's no limit to who Mr. Illy will be afraid of. Somehow I was attacked by the urge to go straight home, but I am also grateful that they treated me.

As long as I listen to you, fine.

"Can I go, too?

"... Already, do as you please"

After we left the emergency room, we walked down the hallway at the outer edge of the arena depicting a gentle curve.

Soldiers are placed and set foot in a restricted area. After a while, Mr. Ili stopped in front of the lavish doors of the building.

"Right here."

When the door was slowly pushed open, there was one man standing indoors.

The upside-down reddish brown hair covers her face with glitter by connecting her to Momiaghe. The lion's hyena-like center is sturdy with tight parts.

I'll never forget the impact of the look.

"O, king!?"

"Isn't it a long time? Sage."

Looking at this one is Hardin Teo Bellado.

He is now His Majesty the King of the Kingdom of Richelle.

He remembered my face and my name in Melbail for rescuing Marita, the king's niece.

"If you're coming to the king's capital, go to the royal palace and show me your face. Mm... isn't it Grandpa Wom over there? You always look good."

That... do you know the King and Grandpa Wom?

"Master Hardin may visit the Magic Institute himself. As a magic craftsman, I've known Mr. Warm for a long time."

Illy, who reads simple questions, hears accurate information.

"It's been a while. The king seems to be doing well, not least."

"Ha ha! If you're locked up in the lab, you'll end up in an old body."

"That's right. This is how we put our wings up every once in a while. Nevertheless, I was surprised that Sayboy had knowledge of the king. I think I'd better get out of here."

Grandpa Wom seems to make a commonsense statement that he's just the king's opponent.

"It doesn't matter. Even so... I didn't know Grandpa Wom knew Sage either. Sayboy...... huh? Hmm."

Rub your chin beard so the king can think of something.

"Did Illy know about this?

"Yes."

Ah... Apparently, Mr. Illy didn't really report to the King that I was coming to the King's Capital.

"Well, fine. Probably because I solicited Seibo to his men a little hard."

Ooh, humble reaction. I mean, the king calls me Sayboy too... nothing.

gossip.

The person you wanted me to meet that Mr. Illy was talking about would definitely mean the king.

"Uh, the king is me... do you want to talk to me?

"You don't have to be afraid of that. I don't mind the usual tone."

"Well, what are you talking about...?

"You seem to be doing better with your body. The game earlier was brilliant. It's been a long time since I've seen an incandescent battle like that. The last time I ask you what you did... it must be wild."

Last? What the hell is this about?

Nevertheless, would it be another solicitation to my men?

"Don't be so vigilant. I just wanted to send you a compliment. I would have told you to knock on the gates of the royal palace whenever you were willing to serve. I'm not gonna say the same thing twice."

Ugh... I had Irie even treat me. This attitude was a little rude.

"Um, thank you. But why is the king here?

I guess I have a job as king or something.

"This is a dedicated viewing room for Master Hardin. Do you think we need to get to these places to find talented people? I feel like I'm just having fun."

"Don't say that. It's Illy."

It would be jade stone confusion, but certainly there would be a lot of skill holders coming together.

But I'm not going to be unknown enough to believe the coincidence that you happen to be here to watch my game.

"Speaking of flying in from the royal palace to see the game, will you believe me?

"You'll be seen lying like that in front of Mr. Illy."

"Ha. The usual. Indeed, the original aim was not to come to the game. Actually, I got a few interesting documents the other day."

What the King took out was a document in a circular barrel of paper.

"Here's what we got."

"I want to be close to King Richelle.

Toggle Lords Rik Shao '

"There was a lot of simple romance. Nothing specific has been written. At first I thought it was a joke of a bad nature, but apparently the signature is real"

Rick Shao is... maybe even that sister brother's brother. What are you thinking about sending a letter like this all of a sudden to the king of your neighbor?

"I got a little interested. I wanted to ask some questions about the prisoner who was transferred to this arena, so I took a trip."

To my sister Ray Shao. My brother Len Shao.

You seem to know that those twins are the blood of Lord Toggle.

"A little behind schedule, but we should be able to get him here shortly"

At the same time as the king was finished, the sound of the door knocking.

The two brought in - my brother looks indoors at ease, and my sister is still on the top of the Buddha.

The king began questioning the two with an intimidating look.

I'd crack your mouth in two seconds. It's the weight of the air.

What kind of person is Rick Shao, the current lord?

What is the sincerity of this letter?

If there is disturbance in your mind, you will be sensed because Mr. Illy is watching the two of you next door. Were you here with the king for this?

- After a while, it looks like the interrogation is finally over.

"You didn't get much useful information. I don't even feel like I'm lying."

He was a prodigal son about Rick Shao's personality, so he didn't know what the letter meant.

If that's what Mr. Illy felt, I guess you two really don't know anything about it. I was separated from my hometown at a young age, so naturally.

"Sometimes we can't move."

I guess I didn't originally expect much. I don't look discouraged by the king.

"But you're a little concerned, aren't you?"

"... do you care?

Oh, this... Shit.

"Beh, nothing. I'm not going to the Suaven Empire at the moment."

"Didn't you say a word of that? But if you're going to the Toggle region on your journey, as an acquaintance, I'll be happy to assist you. I expect a souvenir story."

The king ate it. Is this what you were after from the start?

"No, I'm not familiar with the other geography."

"You mean you need a companion with a land survey? Then..."

"The eagle is going!

What... to?

It was Ray who raised his voice.

"Brother Rick...... that guy. Please, I want you to accompany me."

Isn't this the first time Ray's done this to me?

Then it is decided how to respond.

"- Yeah. Hey... I don't know if I can"