The Peerless Kobold (WN)

In the city where the wolf-mixed Kobolts were headed later, even today, life-threatening entertainment was taking place in the arena.

For once, if you refer to it in such a way that there is no misunderstanding, the Kingdom of Graechia, which is strongly linked to the main mountain of the Cathedral Church, allows the surrender of the fighters, and also forbids the killing after the victory or defeat has been decided.

In other words, the Church and the clergy are asking for operations that make it difficult for the dead to emerge.

When this happens, adventurers, mercenaries, and other fights are demons such as horns and goblins whose opponents don't know how to handle them, they are often challenged to fight recklessly by their superior opponents with bladed scores.

However, the demons who were expected to defeat the unmatched are also expensive resources, so there are aspects to being treated as valuable villains rather than merely being used to crush them.

In fact, inadvertent killings per se were forbidden, and demons who made a significant contribution to the operation of the arena were sometimes given a calm afterlife.

Among other things, the city has been enthusiastic for a few days now because it was visited by the far eastern island country of Yamato, a two-swordsman sword of the Little Ghost clan, a ceremonial god held by the dark-haired Scarlet-Eyed Mistress.

Nearly thousands of spectators sprang to the best game of the day as the long-bodied, skinny ghost Modki with blue and white skin and two horns moves over the basement holding room.

Sitting in a privileged seat more luxurious than them, poking one elbow, and dropping his gaze satisfactorily beneath his eyes was Uncle Aberald, the administrator made up of the manager of the arena… Nearby were also seated the visibly turned spider and the former brave men of the Little Ghost clan who hid the horns.

The "seven scourges” of which the neighboring beauty is considered the natural enemy of the human race are one pillar, “eating millions of souls and things” is not revealed, and the power of Verona, a rich and fat city, speaks out in a good mood.

"The folk grass reacts well and has a good crowd, thanks to the maple."

"No, I can't thank you enough for drinking this."

A smile directed at him without giving in illuminates him without merit, and Aberald scratches his head with a misplaced face.

"Actually, I didn't think I could achieve the conditions I put out first. I just thought it would be a rare opportunity to get demons."

"Pfft, I let you use your arrogance and honesty."

"I'm still a trader... and unlike when I was younger, I can't act rashly."

He used to be fine with illegal activities because of his birth, but when he got to the top of the city, he accidentally laughed bitterly, realizing that he had entered the guardianship.

For this reason, Maple, with a letter of introduction written by an aristocrat (Radcliffe) belonging to a republic (Finland), asked Aberald for a short-term participation in the arena, in addition to permission to stay for everyone, including his own ceremonial god and his insistent sword, for the purpose of securing immediate funding.

When I heard the request, I made him promise to win a battlefield match and, if he loses, give up ownership of the rare haunted Modoki.

Of course, I let him have a dagger with a blade drawn according to the rules of the war against demons, and he sent it to a “silver” class hand-worked adventurer without shame or cowardice...

There was an alarm, and just after the start, the sword was unable to strike a thunderbolt, and the crushed blade was deflected from consciousness by purple power.

Unexpectedly some of the female guests scream, and if any of the fallen adventurers are blind to the sight of being tragically murdered by demons, sometimes the maple orders them not to kill them, and the tongue-in-cheek sword returns.

There was applause on Modoki's back, a strange ghost man who made him feel rational somewhere, and the event determined his popularity in the future.

However, he is still exposed to subtle expressions in the arena, and Brave, who has survived with him since the infancy of a weak predator where death was close to him, looks into his partner's heart.

"... Sometimes I look out for good wine and food."

"Well, it doesn't matter if you get tangled up for a drink in the inn."

Maple has already experienced the ills of Sword's liquor habits, but it's not even stingy (yawning) to sweeten them out of gratitude and hard work, beyond making me the money I need for my cultural life.

More importantly, Verona's food culture was blossoming with only street cities where people could easily gather, and she herself enjoyed a variety of dishes and liquors day after day.

"Steaming white fish from the Great River was good, but how are you feeling today?

"Then the stewed horse meat dish I saw at the tavern was good when I went to buy it out"

"Well, it was definitely local food here... it smelled good too, should I eat it on this occasion?"

Responding to her smiling lightly, the shallow, dark-skinned big man shakes his long silver hair and nods, while the whirlpool sword half-eyed at his opponent, who has entered late.

The fistfighter, standing at the end of his gaze, hung several circle moon rings on his waist, with an invincible grin, waiting for the bronze (which) to begin the match.

"Ha, the demon mood is in shape, I'm gonna sink it in the blood."

"Demon Mo... Arena No Assets, Unwanted Kills, No Na Dalo?

"Wow, you can talk!? Well, sometimes my hands slip."

Slightly upset, he responded to Rinaldo, a fistfighter holding a weapon thrown into his hands, and the twin swordsmen of the Little Ghost clan also put the left iron sword on a slope, with the right iron sword around his left side.

Both blades have been pulled, so it won't tighten... but the battle's bronze rings to break a moment's silence, anticipating that both sides are ready.