The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start over.

Behind King Eman greeting him at the royal viewing table, Early refrained from saying Jarzy.

Cousins who were once natural enemies, after the kidnapping commotion, had turned into what an easy person to deal with, and Early was no longer nervous just to be beside him as before.

I somehow guess Jin did something to him, but what the hell did he do...?

"Hey, Early."

The Jarzy whispered.

"Who did you bet on?

A bet, I guess, is a bet that anticipates the winner. Early knows that another battle for the martial arts tournament, or that a winner's predicted bet is made as an event. Almost every year, I watch it, but Early has never bet.

- But I guess I should have wagered if the gin was going to come out.

Naturally, to Gin's victory, yes. To Early, who smiles bitterly, Jarzy said first.

"Oh, you bet on gin, didn't you? Don't you?"

"No, I'm not actually betting. Shit... you should have bet on me too"

"I'm not betting!? What are you doing...!

He was coughed up by the Duke's men - Chief Fleck Escort Knight - who were holding back behind him as he toned up a little. I noticed that, and Jarzy coughed up again, and dropped the tone.

"I bet Jin. He's bound to win."

"Well, do you have a basis?

"He's strong."

Jarzy closed one eye.

"I know what you mean."

"... even me"

- I get it. Yeah, I know, but... it's okay, right?

Early gets worried. I will endure because I want to hold hands as I pray unintentionally, but I can't even see that from the others watching the audience.

"- Then wave your arms fully and blow up your martial name!

King Eman's heavy, piercing speech ended, and the arena was engulfed with cheer. Long live King Velilardo! Hooray!

To that voice, Early became proud that her father was often honored.

Speaking of ceremonial-like ceremonies, it was about King Eman's speech and the final confirmation of the confrontation procedure.

The people of different identities, professions, races and genders, who participated from various places, could not have behaved well, and once the speech and confirmation had been made, the match would begin in turn according to the order of the tournament.

Except for the players who play the game, they take a break in the modem beside the arena, or watch the game in the waiting area. Or you can go to the guest seat, collude with someone you know, or leave the arena to shop. However, if you are not on the dueling field at your own game, you will be disqualified.

I count from my head and I have a second game. I mean, five minutes from now, it's already a game. That's why I was watching the previous game in the waiting room.

Match between Saint Ruin and Light Warrior Nauta. This winner is going to hit me if I win the first round.

When Ruin, an orthodox equipped saint with a shield and sword, put together a white armor decorated with gold, stood on the dueling field, a great deal of cheer arose from all around him.

That's the winning candidate, sir. Men and women alike get a drink just because they appear. Opponent Mr. Nauta, a warrior with two daggers, has already got a look on his face.

I guess the whole venue is like enemy air......

Signal of 'initiation' by judgment. The protective pendant worn by each athlete is now glowing blue. But the effect disappears in three minutes, so we have to settle the game by then, or we have to end it in our favor.

"Come."

Calmly, Ruin spoke to the other person. That voice that didn't even shout out, but doesn't scratch away at the cheering around. The young Saint Knight, supposedly in the middle of the twentieth, is calm. Set up a shield, hold a long sword, and shoot your opponent.

A few moments passed, but it seemed like a long time to them. Ruin's protection is strong. I can't attack you over time - Nauta sounded up and thrust as if she had decided so.

The Holy Knight waited, on the verge of a collision, slightly putting his shield forward.

The next moment, the battle was decided. Nauta, whose shield covered her eyes and blocked her sight, was stabbed in the chest by a long sword protruding from under it - not actually stabbed with the effect of a protective pendant - but blew it away. The pendant had been taken from blue to red flashing at once.

It is a blow. Another big cheer blew into the venue.

That sword - a sword shining in silver would be a magic sword. Was it the power or was it the arms of the Holy Knight again that you took softly in one blow?

Sakilis came by me.

"Holy Sword Alvito. It's a sword that serves God and bears the name of a maiden of war."

"Ho, holy sword."

I'm impressed, but I'm lowering the visor on my helmet, so I'm not supposed to know the look around me.

"White Fairy Shield, Angel Armor... Its Gear is Super First Class"

"Hmm, most of them are already losing in gear."

My comment, approx., the Holy Knight down from the dueling field in response to cheer. Nauta, descending from the other side, is dropping her shoulders.... they were bad, yeah.

"Master, have a good fight."

"Thanks"

My game is next. I'm a knight-equipped man, climbing five steps or so to get up to the duelling field. From the other side, Ville, a slender and skinny martial magician.

Appearance is about twenties. A man with short hair and thin lines. But his expression is cold and he doesn't look nervous. He has a pretty neat face.

The arm has a rugged armor. The body is either easy-to-move or dressed as combat clothes and trousers except for the plate that protects the chest.

The cheer did not boil, as it did when the Holy Knight was earlier. Sometimes it's because I'm anonymous, but they probably don't have the same visibility.

Me and Villet confront each other about three meters away. An aide hands me and Villet a protective pendant. Lowering it from his neck, he made sure the referees were in place and said, "Here we go! shouted."

"Heavy Fire! Aurora Grill -"

Ville barged in as she raised her voice. From the wrapped armor, the flames erupt and unfold to envelop. Short chant, and a neutral voice.

"Blow it up! Flintonuckle!!

Fighting magician. He is a magician who uses the magic of a proximate subject. I'm the shield - sticking out White Orihalcon's kite shield.

Shield and Fist of Fire bumped. Cancer and heavy impact. I took the first blow. Counter Aim - Longsword!

But Ville said, "Momentary legs!" and use the magic of the wind to make a departure. I guess I'm going to read the counter and get out of that time.

But you misjudged this guy! Pushing in the demon stone of the sword, the wind converged on the tip of the sword and released the airblast.

Direct hit. But Ville, sheltered with her bare armor, managed to stop at the dueling ground as she blew away. Note that if you don't fall off the dueling field and blow it up, you will be followed by a subtraction of 1. Disadvantaged when judgment is contested.

"Was that sword, the magic sword of the wind...... Speaking of which, you were a magical knight."

Ville tightened her expression.

"I seemed alarmed, didn't I? From now on, I will hang it for real!

Hey, I wonder if this villa is a woman. You don't seem to have a lot of breasts - but when I thought I was blurry, an electric shock ran into the other guy's armor.

Is it the effect of magic armor? If electric shock can be used independently as magic, then he is a high level magician there.

An electric shock bomb was released. I pushed my shield forward, from the front. Orihalcon's shield disables electrocution rounds. And as the distance narrowed, I fleshed out at once with an acceleration of my air boots.

"Become -!?"

Villet seemed to have been poked in the void because I, the knightly equipped one, came in at an unexpected speed. It doesn't matter. Shield bash. He flew the villa and pushed it off the scene.

"Villette! Deduction 1!"

The referee declares. Wow, and the surroundings boiled. It's far from cheering.

Let's go to the first round, shall we? I grinned behind the visor.

We only have three minutes to play anyway. I'll stick to judgment. In the meantime, I don't know how many times I can fly off-site...!