Shut-in Magician

On the last day of the martial arts tournament, Kilik took to the venue as declared, insisting that he would never work.

When I sit in the aristocratic seat, I'm finally looking down on the arena like a child.

That's why Cyril and Yeld are going to the royal castle to make adjustments.

For some reason, Shiu, who asked me to be your sponsor, is sitting with Kilik.

You feel sorry for me. Digire's with you. For once, I said you can go watch it with the Rigdors, but it is disciplined because I have a siu.

There's no Rebecca either, so I guess from Cyril and the others, I was anxious to leave Kilik alone.

The truth is that even though this day was a vacation on duty, Svalf had also been appointed as your sponsor. Which is fine because I was going to watch the game, and I'm clapping my shoulders.

"Did your kids even go to the general seat somewhere?

"There's a good place, and I think you're sticking there. Oh, Master Kilik can't."

"... ugh"

The obstinate figure is the child himself, Svalf whispering, a good old man, whining. Siu kept quiet wisely.

"Oh, by the way, it's my flight home."

"Yeah."

"Just the kids, let them go home in the Liliana squad first. We're leaving tomorrow morning as planned."

I heard that, so Siu snorted silently.

"You stay."

"What?"

"Uh, no. Finish it later. I mean, please, really."

"I wrote and submitted the report. This morning though."

"Cyril was impressed. I was wondering if I could somehow get into our secretary."

"Yes, I don't like it"

If I trembled when I didn't like it too much, Digire was laughing bitterly next door. I guess I got in trouble because I'm doing that apprenticeship.

"Yeld said you couldn't do that. Cyril would be half joking, too. So, about the end of the story. He wants to interview him as well as the report. Now he said he was going to make it a" visit "instead of a" hearing "."

"The prince? I wanted to thank you when we broke up."

"There's that, too. It's a big problem to be rescued and not thanked for anything. Not to mention my guardian."

"Cyril said yesterday. He said it was a one-shot reversal. I'm scared when I ask you more, I didn't ask, but oh, you don't have to tell me!

I held Kilik's mouth down with both hands in panic as he tried to open it.

Today's security officer, Makarena, raised her voice with a small "yah".

"Yeah? What's up?"

Kilik looked back, and Siu saw you too, but she just shook her head sideways many times.

He was bitterly laughing that Svalf was the only one who seemed to know the circumstances, and nothing.

Behind that, Macarena groaned, "It's scary because it looks suspicious even if I know it's not," but I didn't know what it meant.

While doing so, the semi-finals began.

No weapons, carried out in the order of groups.

"Although for time adjustment, no weapons and the group will remain tired."

Digirre was speaking to Makarena. Is Makarena not interested in this game, or is that right? That's a careless reply. She had returned her desire to participate in it if there was competition for the Feilongs.

To the two of us who had not been in conversation, Siu spoke.

"There's also the Fei Long Games, right?

Then I'm interested. In the sense of seeing the Feilongs rather than a game.

"I do. It used to be tailored for fighting competitions, but now we're splitting the time. Mostly, it's held by countries around the corner. It's just not every year, it's appropriate."

"Well, that's not appropriate."

Kilik watched the game, and we talked about it. but no continuation comes out. My eyes nail the game. If you want to talk, I want you to talk to the end.

It was Svalf who helped me.

"Even if we don't go to war, if it's a skirmish, we'll call it off immediately. Especially if there's a dispute in the host country that year."

"Oh, yeah? I didn't know."

"You need to study other country situations."

I'm not helping Makarena get a novel, but Siu raised his hand concerned.

"Yes! Then naturally, if it's war, it's gone, right?

"Of course. It's just a measure to keep you from waging that war."

"... oh, yeah. Relieving frustration. Ah."

"Frustration, I've heard of it somewhere."

"Uh. Uh, I guess it meant insatiable. You know, people get aggressive when they're accumulating resentment or dissatisfaction, right? When those people come together, they create synergies, and when they are on a national basis, their spearheads go to war. Oh, people make you turn, is that more right? So, talk about letting that feeling dissolve using something else"

"Let it dissolve, huh? I see. It's easy to understand."

Kilik looked back as Svalf nodded convincingly.

"You, really, come to us. With the smart one, I'm easier."

"I don't like it."

"It's an immediate interruption. Think about it for a second. If it's my adopted son..."

"Mr. Yeld will piss you off."

"... I mean, he's been saying really weird things lately."

Leaning his neck, he started watching the game again.

Now I talked to Makarena in a low voice to make sure she didn't sound like Kirik.

"What kind of competition do you play in a flying dragon?

"We compete mainly for speed. And then there's the tutorial comparison. How much to listen to. And the accuracy of the carriage. Obstacle competition or competing for beauty. It's fun."

"Heh."

"Yes, there's a game of horsebacks to go with that. Likewise, you compete for speed ~. However, if you don't give it to them by class, the children of the inferior species are pathetic. If you lose and you see a shy kid, you're gonna cry all the way over here."

"Wow, I might cry too"

"You'll never win. Especially not when the Holy Beast comes out. That's against the rules."

"I, for the first time in my life, saw the Holy Beast. She was a little girl, but she was cute."

"It is. When I was a little girl, I was really cute, but when I became a beast, like this, you were too penetrating to be scared, that was..."

Yeah, he talked to me with a good memory.

By the way, in the middle of this conversation, Ferres was probably mumbling.

I never would have won, or the little Holy Beast was cute, or when I grew up, it was penetrating. I didn't seem to like everything.

"Nyah, nya, nya. Nyah. Mi mi no? Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Ji"

Kazamon, fu ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho Apparently.

At the end of the day, he seemed to have failed in his attempt to sound cute, and for a while, he was making strange noises with a bunch of goose.

As soon as all semi-finals were over, the sword finals began.

In a rather incandescent battle, the game went on with only sword moves with little magic used.

The crafe that defeated Gladys uses a good sword but does not perform magic such as fortification. His own appraisal was worth the amount of magic, and he seemed to be able to use magic but dared to seal it.

The opponent's man became disadvantaged on the way, finally adding a flame to his sword.

The tonitrus of Gladius is thunder, but can be similarly accompanied by a sword to shoot. The other guy aimed at it, too, but it was subtle by the rules. Looks like the referee tried to get into a stop, but Crafe took control of it, facing each other and meeting directly from the front.

Siu was also surprised when the flaming bullet broke open with a sword.

"Wow, wow. The flames are out."

"... you really think it's amazing ah? Well, that's a relaxed way to put it."

Kirik laughed bitterly and was impressed that he would do it. I ride myself out a little bit and look at it with a serious look.

"You mean you can still afford it and your previous reputation is right after all"

"Dear Kilik, you've lost your bet"

"I was trying to drive you crazy."

"I was betting..."

If you're half-eyed at what you're doing, Svalf and Makarena, the other knights, are also taking the paper out of their nostalgia.

"Me, I won"

"Me too. But the magnification is low, so I'm not very happy."

There were bad adults.

When he glanced at the last fortress of the Oscarius family, Digirre was angry with a smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you forgotten that we have pre-adult children here? Bring out your bets on sacred battles!

"... excuse me"

Kilik pretended not to hear, and the rest of us were even apologizing to Digire.

In the end, Crafe won the sword set.

Next, the finals of the weapons in general group began, and this one greatly entertained me. Since they are still strong in the finals, the movement is sophisticated and reassuring to watch.

I was harrassed to watch during the qualifying period, so I can ho.

Saying those things, Kirik saw me with weird eyes, so I watched the game silently afterwards.

And the general set of weapons was won by a spear man named Garmut. Rigdor and Leon were right.

"Spears seem handy. Let's try a short spear."

I shrugged like that because I was hooked up with a lot of things and it seemed user-friendly, but Kilik laughed with his nose.

"Stop it. A weapon you're used to using is better. Mostly, you'll have a spinning stick."

"That's not a weapon, it's a protective device."

"What's the stretch? You're gonna hit me with that, aren't you? But I'm not gonna kill you."

"Right. If you can't use magic, then you can't defeat a giant warcraft. I was wondering if you had a proper weapon."

"... you, you've got a bunch of rough weapons, you do that a lot. By and large, the fact that you can't use magic means you're not physically fit. I don't have a weapon."

And it came with a smile.