"It's clever stuff. I can't believe you're turning your back on those two."
"I couldn't even see the atmosphere so close to us."
The interior of the Ortus audience was a calm one, with a large audience not knowing what had happened. No, you're talking about it, but you can afford to admire it as something you're used to, like Mr. Saura or Mr. Kay, or as awesome as it sounds.
That and this, because you know someone named Mr. Gill, right? Me? Of course I'm surprised. I admire the high level of shiso, but it's Mr. Gill, and I'm convinced.
"Hih. Mr. Gill."
"Uh, okay. I wanted to kill myself too."
I know Mr. Wyatt grumbles like that as he rubs his arm. But brother Juma, that's out. It's just a perverted statement......!? Combat madness, don't be afraid.
"Meg, did you find out what happened?
"I didn't feel anything..."
"It's amazing how close you were and you don't let them notice you"
Sounds like Aska figured out what happened now because of the reaction around her. Right, this is usually the case. Even I wouldn't have known if I hadn't seen it properly. He said he was sitting on his lap. Some of my levels are still there, but this is because Mr. Gill is too skilled. Not that I'm short of strength......!
"You're still a clever man"
Mr. Shrier smiles, sitting next to him in a cushy manner. Was this person's reaction to that extent after all? I'm never fooling around, it's more like I'm complimenting you, it's a proud atmosphere. Is that how you want to brag about being one of us? I know that very well! Our Mr. Gill is amazing! Looking back and looking up at Mr. Gill, he softly missed his face with a badly punished face, though. Your ears are red.
"Hey, let's get this game started -? Damn, if it's killing each other, do it later. '
'That was quite an interesting show. Ugh, but that we can afford it before the finals'
The description of this game seems to have been your father and Mara. Looks like a pain in the ass, and your father is scared that he won't hide the caustics to get started, but Mara is also scared that he has a quiet atmosphere but hasn't been able to hide the pressure out......! See, that's why the audience, including the audience, is quiet. Stop scaring the general public!
'Ha! That's right! Get your mind tight and start the finals!
A bright voice echoes on the field. Live Karina has a pretty strong heart, too. I'm saved by it now. Yeah, well, because it's our last game, let's get excited! Hey!
As the atmosphere in the venue finally began to revitalize, the two re-minded athletes arrived in place and turned to each other. That's right, we're fighting each other now. I know you're up against Mr. Gill, so calm down and focus on the game!
"The referee's hand has been waved down. Ah! Let's start the game!
There was something about it, but Mr. Kron's signal made the final start safely. I wondered what would happen, but now it seems that both Richt and Mr. Isaac are concentrating on each other.... we just don't move a single step on the spot with each other though.
No, I didn't do anything. A good number of thorns are released from Mr. Isaac, and Richter is magically transferring all of them. Its offensive battles, which are conducted almost silently, flashed what it sees.
"And it's quiet..."
"It's advanced for that, isn't it? Ah, a mountain of thorns began to form off-site."
Both I and Aska whisper to each other in a whisper for some reason. I don't need to be quiet, but it's too quiet.
The thorns released from Mr. Isaac's entire body are, as I thought, flying towards Richter as a machine gun, but they are being transferred off-site before they reach Richter. Perhaps the physical attack won't arrive because of the enchantment of metastasis around Richter. Maybe even magic will metastasize. That's cheesy!
"What about the most plain finals, dude?"
"It's novel. But without glamour, the magic between you two is pretty advanced, isn't it? It looks like a similar offensive at first sight, and Isaac is changing every single thorn, the kind of magic and poison he imparts. '
What's that, eh? How much is it to fly all those thorns and each one works differently!? It's too cool to look at you, Mr. Isaac. You mean you don't know what the symptoms are if you don't hit it, right? Oh, isn't it hard to prepare the antidote?
The father in the commentary said that he would know what effect it would have on which thorns. … is it true that the members of the Extraordinary Alliance are all monsters?
"Mmm, Isaac's on the move."
Oh, it's true.
It's like we're having a cup of tea and a conversation on the edge, Nori, two commentators. Well, good. If you pay attention to Mr. Isaac, he looks just a little rushed. Richt, on the other hand, still seems to be able to afford it, or he keeps his arms around him and stares quietly at Mr. Isaac.
"I guess it's because the magic inhibition I planted on the thorn doesn't work at all either. That's the only battle you've had so far. I don't see any upset. I thought you needed to change your approach to Richt.
I see, Mr. Isaac was also thinking about all sorts of things and repeating that attack. I guess I still feel like I'm starting to show a rush for things to stay the same. I mean, I'm also amazed at the height of Richt's specs!?
Well, I wonder how Mr. Isaac will get out. Watching thrilled, something foggy began to blow out of Mr. Isaac's entire body. Gradually, the match venue is filled with white mist.
"Could that be poison?
Mr. Shrier and Mr. Gill nodded simultaneously at Aska's leaked question.
"Normally, you'd think about blowing it with the wind, but the wind can't just fly everything. I find it inevitable that the particles are so fine that they are invisible."
"Richter's metastatic magic can only transfer what he perceives. Might inhale particles of unrecognizable fine poison."
Hih, isn't that sometimes spread across the venue? When I said that, it would probably be fine, Gill pointed to the narrative seat. Ahead of pointing... Father? Until then, sitting loosely, my father stood up on the spot and moved his palms softly to arc against the universe. At that moment, a thin membrane covers the match venue in a dome. All of Mr. Isaac's unleashed fog has subsided in that membrane. Oh, oh.
"That would not miss any faint magic. That's the Demon King."
"It just feels like you're gobbling with force. You still don't like delicate sorcery manipulation. Well, still, it's ridiculous to be suppressed by magic."
I don't know the details, but I found out that my father's membrane was the result of letting the magic amount say something. Which means it's amazing.
Ha, I'm paralyzed by all the amazing people around me, already. When I see something like this, I wonder if our underage department was really a children's game. No, I know that members who compete in the underage division are also a threat enough if they're common adult opponents. I really...
All right, well, I know there's no harm done to the audience. Then what about Richt?!? Is everything okay? Inhale the unprotected poison! You'll be able to escape outside with a transfer, but then you're out on the spot. It's getting brighter and brighter, and I can't see that very well.
"Richt would be fine, Meg"
"Huh...?
You must have noticed I was frowning worried about Richt, that's what Mr. Gill told me with his hands on his shoulder with Pong. Looking back at Mr. Gill in a chill, he is raising his mouth angle as he looks straight down at the venue.
"Enough to sell me a fight. Instead, if you lose here, I'll knock you out."
Mr. Bad Gill, I'm out. This. Kind of, sounds like fun...?
I thought Gil's relationship with Richter might be giddy because of the strong impression of predictive dreams I've been seeing. So somewhat awkward...... I've always been anxious to get along because the two of us don't have a good relationship.
But maybe we're not close, are we? I also forgot to look at the venue and stared at Gil because I got the impression that although he looked a little mean, his eyes were sweet, and somehow it was like seeing a grown apprentice.
The future in which the two fight is inevitable. But maybe that's like a formal duel for a good reason. Think that far, I'm pinned.
What if the final exam that my father, the Demon King, gave to Richter was to beat Mr. Gill?
That's right, if you think about it, it'll stick! It is then convincing that Richt has always been hostile and that Mr. Gill will not say anything in particular in response to it.
Maybe Gil knew what the final exam was about. No, I don't imagine all of this either. I've decided on my own that it's an exam, but I've never heard of you taking that. But since it's so much about the challenge of winning, I wonder if that's likely. I also feel like I heard a chill about a topic like that quite a while ago.
I would have thought it was a joke if I'd asked you back in the day that you would beat Mr. Gill. But I can't say I'm reckless now. I'm gaining strength.
After a while since Richt started living in Demon King's Castle, his attitude towards Mr. Gill has always been strange because it was his ultimate goal. Because I thought it was strange to suddenly exorcise hostility, even though I was a benefactor of my life.
When that happens, why is Richter being asked to be so strong? It was Richt's goal to be strong, so the goal was high and my father decided, so maybe it is... I don't know. Maybe there's another goal. Next time, I'd like to ask Richt about it.
"Look, you're safe."
"What, ah! It's true."
See the venue with a hack into Mr. Gill's voice. Then there was an unencroached space for each person, filled with white poison fog.
... have you put a line around yourself? Oh, but that means a complete union that does not pass through any faint magic created by your father... Richt, you really have a high level of witchcraft arm!?
'Apparently, Richter is safe! But how do we fight back from here...? Hmm? Some glowing sword appeared from the hands of Richter. Ah!
Wouldn't it have been forbidden to use weapons at the tournament?
"Mm-hmm. No, that's not a problem. That is a sword created by witchcraft that can only trump witchcraft. You don't have physical aggression. '
Indeed, Richt's right hand holds a white, shining sword. I listened to your father's commentary and stared at him, and I was really surprised that he was made of magic. Yu, yu, brave man!
No physical aggression, which means that even if you were cut off with that sword, you would remain intact? Hmm, I think I'll avoid it reflexively, even though I know it.
'Then you don't have a problem. But you can make something amazing. Looks like some kind of leader.'
'... say you're like me, Marla. It sounds disgusting to me when I turn away'
"Something I Hate"
"Sokai."
When I say it's a rather mysterious and serial occasion, your father's interaction with Mara will inadvertently distract you. Well, but it's certainly magic similar to your father's, who embodies everything he knows.
After all, does magic resemble magic because we have something in common: transworld metastases?