Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai

"National nominee frame, or"

"Exactly, Your Majesty. Eight players from all over the arena, four players from this Gallarier arena and the national nomination frame, and a total of sixteen athletes gathered in this way, will play the main battle of the demonic martial arts. But this time, because of one trouble, there are only three people filling this national nomination frame...... 'Black Enforcer', if he competes in Lieselion's national nomination frame, it will also fill that. And the audience will be delighted to have a mysterious warrior who decorated the paper with a brave man for a time."

A calm grin, Sylvia noticed the demonic light lurking behind her eyes, sighed small.

"That's a delightful story for me too... but unfortunately, I don't have the authority to do that, Sir O'Thurst"

"So what's the story of the brave line..."

"Mm-hmm. Unfortunately, I guess I'll have to do something I didn't. Whatever..." The Black Enforcer, "I don't have the right to order this man."

"Your Majesty, can't you order?... that he is neither a servant nor a servant of His Majesty?

"Ha ha, don't say much off the mark, sir."

Sylvia grinned bitterly as she was shrugged.

"You didn't hear what Ebsal said?... he's my friend. Not one of my men.... there won't be a country where you can put him under your control before then. Executor, you've received something from The Witch of Time, can you get it out?

"You mean this?

"The Witch of Time," I received two things from Grandma. Silver feathered Krukel's Zulva, and a black guild card.

There is no Zulva on this scene right now, and that is not proof of anything. All that remained, then, was to see the guild card taken out, and the grin of Zuk Oythurst froze.

"See, this is right. This person, The Black Enforcer, is a collaborator of The Witch of Time. Neither do I want the boulder to cause problems between me and The Witch of Time.... Sir, too, would you?

To Sylvia's inquiry, Oithurst nodded silently.

"Therefore we cannot force him to fight.... but it is, Sir Oitherst."

Sylvia laughed at the couscous and put her legs together with a luster unsuitable for her age.

"Me and him have a personal (...) relationship....... If Sir wants, let me (...) ask you in."

Sylvia made a suggestion to Oitherst, drifting precisely in the style of a king.

It is not written or anything like that. But a second loan was made here between the chiefs who led the people.

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"I'm sorry, Yong."

Sylvia apologized to me when she left the hall of Zuk Oythurst. With a face that looks terribly sorry.

"Don't worry, Sylvia"

Based on the results, I was to participate in a demonic act as a mysterious warrior, the Black Enforcer.

Zuk Oythurst. The lord of this city of Gallarier snorted at my tournament until he made a debt to his great opponent.

"Yong-,"

"Good, nothing. If it's what you're asking for, it's this much."

Of course I don't want to stand out. It's a lot of trouble. But I wasn't backwards enough to turn down Sylvia's favor, a companion who traveled this world with me all three years ago.

Well, I was hoping to have some fun on the side of the game if I could.

"But!..." The Black Executor "was recommended by Lieselion. That means the Black Enforcer is connected to Lieselion!

"Originally treated like an acquaintance of yours, suspected of being connected."

……

Silvia in silence, but the look doesn't look convinced. Certainly not the participation I wanted. But as I said earlier, it's not as much a hassle as turning down Sylvia's favor.

"Besides, you're in a hurry to get this story or not, aren't you?

Things you want to show me. Perhaps it has something to do with the Sea Shoots, not Zuk Oitherst.

"... oh. I have to meet with the brave men of our time and see what I can do right away."

"Then there's no choice. Well, I'll make it a charade if you get me an inn tonight."

Remind me that I haven't been able to take the inn yet and suggest it. Then Sylvia's face, which was a hard look, collapses into a laugh.

"You... hehe, you're a really capable weather guy"

"Hehe, well"

"Oh, really..."

Sylvia dyes her cheeks to the vermilion. The distance between nature and us is getting closer...

"Let me tell you something, Yu, what I hate most is being ignored, right?

I got blocked by a leavesall that broke in between.

"No, Ebsal!?

"Ko,... Konoya Row, Khukikrayomiya Gale"

"Oh, scary, scary. He's going to kill me."

Fly your face bright red like an apple, watch Sylvia and us react and Niyanya and Ebsal laugh.

The fist was stopped perfectly when he shook up his fist to give me one iron fist to Ebsal, who had a good vibe because of it.

"Whoa, we'll have fun with that later."

Galari and the unusual Ebsal stopped me from fisting.

"Whatever the circumstances, you're in.... this demonic act, I'm sorry, but let me go for real?

If Zuk Oythurst was an eagle, Ebsal was a fierce carnivore. It also reminds me of a king lion, not a hyena that fishes for rot.

"... well, then, you can't hit me right now"

"Ouch."

When I say that, Ebsal laughs away from me.

"I had fun today, Yu.... I look forward to the demonic martial arts from the day after tomorrow"

"Oh, my God, suddenly..."

Ebsal, who suddenly said goodbye.

I was surprised because it was so sudden, but it would surprise me even more.

Zazzzzzzzzzz. The sound of military shoes heard at regular intervals.

Dozens of knights, armed with spears in their armor, marched towards the square in front of this consulate.

"Hey, what's up?

"A spear tattoo that pierces a two-headed dragon, a balanchel."

Sylvia observes the knights calmly, taking me by surprise. Sure enough, the spear decorations were applied to shields and armor on the two dragons representing the Balanchel.

"Soldiers? Where?

"That's an empire, an imperial balanchel!

"Why is there a balanchel here..."

The neighborhood shudders at the appearance of the knights marching in a gloomy atmosphere.

Elsewhere around that, Ebsal walks out. And raise your voice to the knights of Balanchel, who are marching exactly now.

"Welcome, thank you"

Ebsal's voice calms the crowd down on purpose and echoes in the square.

The knights stopped the march as they responded to it and aligned themselves in front of Ebsal.

And -,

"Hmm, apparently this one's here too"

"Here...!

Zazzzzzzzzzz.

Many footsteps and armor shake and rattling noises wooden spirits in a quiet square.

I see a sword tattoo on my wings, pointing in the direction Sylvia pointed at me.

"Is that... Lieselion!?

The knights of Lieselion were marching ahead of the man wrapped in blue armor.

"Welcome, Dauntless"

When Sylvia hung the words of labor on the knights who came to pick herself up, the crowd around her and my confusion culminated.

I can't help it. For some reason, the armies of the two great Powers and the countries they call themselves are now gathered in this square.