Shut-in Magician

It was Fire Day and the finals began.

Seed's players also came out, making it a high level race. It just looked great, especially the Fei Long race, which was full of force.

"Whoa, I'm going to bump!!

It was an incandescent battle where the Fei Dragon, who couldn't get through the bend in the obstacle race, flew over the spectator seat in a slippery fashion, and how to outrun the unruly slippery.

"They're not gonna bump into each other because they've got some big defensive magic on them."

"Don't say it calmly. This kind of stuff is amazing and fun."

"Oh, sorry."

"Siu, that's the same place."

Christophe laughed at me.

"The girls are purely surprised and enjoying themselves."

Christoph grinned bitterly when he saw the box seat next door. He was shouting so loudly earlier at the flying dragon that he wondered if he was strangled. Well, that was the same for every box seat.

"Common seats are more fun, right, that voice"

"I wonder if you're used to seeing it"

You think it's safe because you're downstairs.

I talked about it, etc., and Rigdor saw me half-eyed again.

"Sorry. Sorry."

I smiled and apologized.

Speed racing has become difficult to count step-by-step because it goes around a set course for weeks. Still exhilarating because Rigdor screams desperately to count.

The women seemed to enjoy it thanks to him, too.

"It's funny how you attack when you bend a cylinder differs from one individual to another."

"The more individuals who don't like straight lines, the more aggressive they are, right? Some of them have failed and missed bends and abstained."

Kaspar seems to enjoy watching the track as well, and Siu and I had a conversation.

Either way, that the answers came together unanimously.

"You don't want to ride a flying dragon that fast."

It was.

In the tutorial race, someone made Fei Long dress funny, and it boiled a lot at that time.

In the air, I stopped them dressed like captured aliens (even though they fall on their own weight), and I couldn't seem to do it without so much trust in each other.

Even in a courtesy race, we need trust in a way. Standing on one foot on a cylinder and competing for its posture and beauty is difficult.

From the box seats downstairs we heard noble voices giving lectures, but what he said was that there was a wide variety of things to see, such as the beauty of the feathers and how they spread.

Though the sioux and the others had a slightly unclear point of view, they laughed and listened to the loud noble explanations.

The mixed race is not on this day, but the next. I'll be on the team, so they don't have much.

In the afternoon it became a race for the horseman.

In the speed race, Dorothea said, most of the noblemen held holy beasts and superior horsemen, some of whom were rumored king brothers.

"Master Adrian's Ludovique is out!

The Holy Beast and Lion-shaped Levé seems to be named Ludovique and beautifully prestigious. I can feel something like pride as a holy beast.

Many other holy beasts, such as Grupus and Slapenil, have joined the battle. The upper horsemen, such as Leopardos, Tigris and Drakoekus, also raced in a state of conflagration, in which Brother Wang took first place.

He also has a flying dragon and will enter tomorrow morning's race. I wonder how confident I am in my health because I will be out.

Most of the things that remained until the final race at the high noble horseback were ordination and courtesy, with only one sacred beast left at speed and two at obstacle.

Other top players were the lower nobles, the horseman squads, and the general race specialists.

This area was also interesting.

"Nyah. Nyah."

"Yeah, you are."

Ferres said Ludovique was quick and seemed to regret it.

Karen of Dorothea ran in the evening race and praised "that kid is amazing" for this as well. But with a gaze from the top, apparently I thought I could win. I think it's amazing for Tigris opponents, but the truth is, conditions on this racetrack would be critical. A forest would be a complete victory.

Speed was troubling, knowing there was an upper one.

In the evening he was bored and shaking his body with a twist on the floor. I wanted to get out, I wanted to win, but I couldn't win that one against them.

It was pathetic, so after dinner at night, I thought I'd leave the city and let you diverge.

At night, when I said no to the Digirres and left the inn, I left through the still noisy city of Creal.

Heading up to one of the forests for sampling I was taught at the guild, I moved my mind there. I said get on, so I thought I was in a race mood, and I put on a riding belt that I wouldn't normally wear. I also re-hug Blanca, who was carrying him, and I put Chro in the cuddle, too. I was honestly following him without complaining because he was both upset.

Ferres flied out like an arrow when he gave the go sign and ran endlessly through the woods. After exiting over the trees and flying vertically and horizontally, in circles, they circle through the trees.

I ran through the woods with no lights, just as I dared to choose a difficult course.

It doesn't just fly, it even runs on the ground. Over the rocks, back down the river, and rush up onto the trees. I seem to have a sense that I'm putting Siu on, but I ran around doing everything in my power anyway, to the point that I might have been shaken off if I hadn't put a riding belt on it.

Though he was in such good shape for a few hours, he seemed calm after stopping and exhaling like a sigh of sigh.

I looked back and rang small.

"Nha."

It was speechless, an apologetic ringing.

"Are you ready?

"Nah."

"Then go back to the inn? Or do you want to take it a little slower here?

"Nya-yay."

"Are you sure?

"Nyah. Nyah. Ha Ni."

Yeah, thanks, and I got a cute reply.

Finally,

"Nyah!

I said refreshed, happy to say, and finally started waving my tail to see if I was back in the mood.

But after I started walking, I was a little down.

They've done everything in their power. Still, I didn't stop walking, and I didn't say anything about going down to Siu or wanting a potion.

There must have been some insistence on his part.

Watching the Beast Race seemed like a good thing for Ferres.

The next day, the day before the closing ceremony, the second half of the final began. It will be the final race tomorrow, so most of it will be shaken off here.

In the morning it was the Fei Long race, and many of the Fei Long squads I heard from Dorothea participated.

To make the mixed race a team confrontation, Brother Wang and his noble team, the Fei Long Squad, and others were doing their best to fight in formation.

For some reason the Svalves were not out, but only Sanael was in the finals of the speed race. I've stayed till the end, so it looks like I can make it to the final tomorrow.

The king's brother Feilong also eventually stayed. He may be a speed freak because he was in the speed and mixed race in the Fei Long, and even the horseman was in the speed race.

In addition, men remained as noble men and knights of the Flying Dragon Squad.

Feilong still seems to be the only person or department left with money. It is not on a scale that I can keep it on my own, so it may be natural to say so.

Conversely, horsebacks are interesting with many people specializing in racing.

There will also be prizes for the top ten players in this tournament. The nobles seem to ask for honor, but the prize is for the individual.

More than half of what remained in the afternoon horseback race were occupied by race specialists.

I saw the horseman race to the end, but Ferres never got bored like he did yesterday. My eyes just shimmered, so I guess I'm motivated.

"When the race is over, do you want to try training?

"Nyah!"

Looks like the struggle has completely caught fire.

Even if you're aware of the limitations of your abilities, they're not like that and this. I think his such upliftment and motivation is purely great.

Rigdor and the others who were watching Ferres looked smiling, and there seemed to be something to think about, and I was reporting to Ferres to see if I would do my best too.

The final match was withheld tomorrow, and the inn was a noisy evening meal in a manner like the previous night's festival. As usual, there are tables and chairs on the edges in a standing food format, but everyone goes to the dish thoughtfully and it's lively.

Siu also showed off the squid dried overnight, as well as the octopus grill.

"You're still amazing at your attention to food"

Kilik frightened me, but the octopus grill was very popular for people of lower mental age, and the dried squid overnight was very popular for alcohol only. Of course, Kirik came for it.

"It's called Yaxova, my dragon knights are imitating more and more of what you make."

"It's easy, isn't it good? If you don't enjoy eating, you can't do it."

Siu and others think it's tiring to fight warcraft opponents, and we need somewhere to distract them.

"I wish I had created a specialized unit"

"... so is that. In fact, Yeld's report also says that the efficiency since he improved his diet is enough to peel his eyes off. Why don't you make some for the rear support unit?"

Speaking out of proportion and seriousness, Kilik left with a squid in his mouth.