The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

noon a few days after I had dinner with Ami. As he walked down the boulevard on a skewer of oak meat, Mululu stopped his leg as he walked next door on a skewer as well. When I stopped, my gaze was nailed to another stall. The wolf's tail peeking from the hem of his jacket (cloak) is cheerfully shaking, but he sighs at the temptation several times.

"You're still eating, though. After you finish eating?

"... no?

"No."

When I say so clearly, I start walking with my beast ears hanging. That kind of attitude makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong, but this place makes my heart ghost.

He watched us like that as Faerona walked behind him loosening her mouth funny. A slight glance deepens that smile. Such a look on Faerona's face nailed the gaze of the misrubbed ladies on the boulevard...... Beauty (handsome) is an eye-catching expression of any kind.

Walking next to such a fayrona is this another beautifully shaped solnea. Usually I feel a little fresh that she is standing in the position where Miss Francesca is supposed to be. Long stretched glossy dark hair, rare in this world. White skin so much that the expression clear seems to fit perfectly. Don't make me feel angry somewhere, bloody eyes. The body is wrapped in a black robe and a feathered jacket (cloak) from the shoulder. The thin fabric clearly represents fleshy tingling and the hips strangled with belts are surprisingly thin.

I thought it was picturesque even alongside an expressive beauty mage, but there's no discomfort at all alongside these shadowy beauties. I'm probably standing like a sashimi knob at this party.

That's what I think, and I'm going to be depressed by my thoughts.

"What's up, Range?

"Nothing."

"Finished eating"

"- You're too early. Bite and eat better."

"It's okay."

'... you know what it means to be okay?

You'll never know, he said. While I'm thinking about where I stand at this party, Mululu looks up to me after eating the skewer I had in my hand. That is exactly what awaits bait. Wolves, though. Instead...... or you want something new. My gaze is coming and going with me to and from the stall, so I can easily tell.

"You, you know what you're going to do?

"No problem. When I'm hungry, I can't move."

"You don't have to move. Look, it's the last time, okay?

When you give your child a piece of copper coin with the feeling of raising a penny, Mululu heads to the stall with the momentum he's going to skip.

There's going to be a preliminary to the militant tournament, and Miss Francesca is in on it. It was this morning that I thought of going for backup. He was willing to participate in the main battle, but the battle was lucky. There is also a good chance of falling in this qualifying round. So we are on our way to support that may be the last. When I said that, I was pissed off by Ermenhilde. Instead of that fiery rage, anger in a flat voice reminiscent of a quiet lake surface had something pretty horrible. No, I didn't mean it either. I don't know what level the students at the School of Magic have, but I do know some level of adventurers and mercenaries who participate in militant competitions. Because I have participated before. Given that, it is unlikely that Miss Francesca will be able to participate in the main battle. Even if I think about it as an insider, if I'm lucky, can I participate?

Feirona and Mululu also didn't know what the martial arts tournament was like, and they asked for backup if they were interested. Solnea comes because she has nowhere to go. I knew it, but he doesn't seem interested in a militant tournament.

"Is it that good?

Waiting for Mululu to the stall, Solnea, who followed him, calls out as he lines up next door. The gaze was toward the stall where Muru was now.

What Mululu is asking for now is a hot dog stuffed with fresh vegetables and oak meat in the bread. How is it that you eat so much meat that there is no indication of fat at all? Well, because it's moving around with demonic exorcisms and whatnot.

"Oh, you look pretty good. Want some?"

"... Are you sure?

"Never mind. I can't believe there's more of us now."

That said, I also give Solnea a piece of copper coin. By the way, the gold coin I gave you the other day had disappeared into your clothes bill. Apparently Miss Francesca did not allow any compromise in choosing Solnea's personal clothes. Rather than that, I hear that one piece of gold wasn't enough, so I'm offering some on my stomach. I think she's a boulder nobleman around here. Well, it's money I earned myself, so it's her freedom to use it. However, it was impressive that Fayrona and Mululu, who were attached to the shopping, were tired when they did it.

Upon receipt of the copper coin, Solnea heads to the stall where Mululu waits. After that, I followed her with my eyes, and now Faerona came next door.

"Babysitting is tough."

"Not at all."

"Don't you say that."

I wouldn't have done anything. Elmen Hilde's voice is also now only heard by Fayrona. Because I still can't trust Solnea, and in Mululu, I'm likely to react to Elmenhilde's voice. I am accustomed to his voice, and I have the trust that Faerona will handle the matter properly.

In response to such an Ermenhilde voice, Fayrona replies with a shoulder flaunt.

"So you figured out who she was?

"Not at all. I asked Utano to meet me, but nothing unusual happened."

"If that's what Lord Sage says, maybe it is."

"It's a strange story that there's nothing unusual about people living in crystals."

Absolutely. Last night, I was asked to make time to introduce Solnea to Utano, but I didn't get any particular new information. Ordinary humans. It means that the crystals recovered from that cave are no different from the cheap crystals sold in stores that have no philosophy of any kind.

Well, there's nothing more futile than thinking about things you don't understand. With a sigh, I decide to cut my thoughts once. That's why any more suspicion would make Solnea special in a bad way. I don't really like that. If you don't know, you can keep that in the corner of your thoughts. All you have to do is respond when you figure it out.

"I can't believe what I found out is that she doesn't have magic."

"Hmm."

With that said, Faerona adds a finger to her shaped jaw. Such a trick is also a painting man.

"The lack of magic is the same as the range."

"Really. I don't have that much trouble because I have you."

"... hum"

In my case, I'm from another world, so I just don't have magic. Solnea is...... why not? But you won't even have to worry about it that much. It's unusual to be a human being without magic at all, but it doesn't mean he's not here at all. No matter how, they say that kind of special people are born. That's not why there's such a thing as discrimination. With magic, you can use convenient techniques like magic, but without magic, there are things you can do. If you study and get a job, you won't have any trouble eating. Just like our world was. There is no magic, and there are things that humans can do.

What bothers me at first is that the crystal that Solnea slept in had magic. I still go to the answer no matter how much I think. I never get there.

I can't believe it, it's hard to determine who she is just because of the information she has. As the person I found, I'd be able to take care of her for a while. With that in mind, Mululu and Solnea walked in line for hot dog dressing. I sigh in bitter laughter at that illbehaved manoeuvre. White and black. The colors are opposite poles, but they don't even look like sisters.

"You're behaving badly, not at all"

"Delicious."

"That would have been great. It's my money, taste it and eat it."

"I know."

"I hope so."

The same faceless look, but the way you cheek a hot dog in a mouthful is smiling. Is it also adorable that your mouth is dirty with something like ketchup?

Like such a white girl, a black woman is equally faceless and cheeky with a hot dog. This one eats with a small mouth, so it's more gorgeous than Mululu's.

"Delicious?

"Yes."

When I hear that, he replies in succinct terms. dating is short, but i think it sounds like a solnair reply.

"You can eat, but we're in a hurry. We won't be able to qualify for Francesca in time."

"Oops, you did"

"Ngu. We need to hurry, Range."

"... you're the one who lost the charm of the stall."

Faerona starts walking, and then we walk out, too. I don't have to think of it as a flower in both hands, sandwiched by Mululu and Solnea, but they are both more obsessed with hot dogs in their hands than I am. Should I even say dough over flowers? When I'm in that position, I think it's a sad word.

"Range"

"Hmm?"

"Can Fran break through the qualifying round?

He asks as he looks up at me, even if it's like ketchup and dirty his mouth.

Fran - can Miss Francesca break through the qualifying round, or what?

"Well."

When I clap my shoulders, I get my face flattered like I'm angry somewhere. Did you want me to tell you that I could break through, just words?

But there's nothing I can do about all this. I don't know who they are, and I don't know what the overall level of this year's contestants is.

Miss Francesca still has a sweet spot, even though she is used to traveling and able to fight demons. It's her character, if it's a human opponent, wouldn't that manifest itself prominently? Demons and humans are different. The question is, can magic be shot at humans? Even Ami and Kotaro hesitate to shoot magic at people. Mr. Utano can shoot, but after shooting, he's so depressed. Even I still remember being disgusted after killing people. Hurting people is a strain on the spirit. Can Miss Francesca stand the burden?

If I could stand it...... I wonder if I could break through about qualifying.

"The battle is the luck of time. I don't know if it's over."

"Yes."

'That's realistic. Shouldn't I have hung him up a little more, even in sweet words?

That wouldn't be my character. Reply to Ermenhilde's words by clapping your shoulders without saying anything.

I feel like Mululu's tail is dripping powerless when you hear from me that it wasn't the answer I wanted.

It would be easy to say when you can win. But it's Miss Francesca who works hard. It's not an easy word for me to say.

As I walked smiling at Mululu, who had been obstinate, I could see a large stone building in the distance. At the same time, he begins to feel something lively on the boulevard where there were few people.

Battlefield (Coliseum). The cylindrical building is large enough to look up at the outer walls alone and has a crowd (one or the other) at the entrance. They will be gathered to see the qualifiers for the upcoming martial arts tournament. I wonder if there are more than a hundred people even as far as I can see. It is easy to predict that even though qualifying has not yet begun, there will be more.

Originally, the arena is a place where adventurers, mercenaries and bragging youths (almost every day) who are in trouble for gold risk their lives to gain money. The opponents are diverse and can fight captured demons from humans, beasts, subhumans, etc. Though it's full of junior demons like goblins, cobolts and oaks. Still, one-on-one. A pair of monster wars is popular with the audience. It seems that there are things in this world with little entertainment that are not inspired by this kind of danger and neighbourhood. Big money if you win, big injury if you lose. The worst is death. That's the entertainment we're going to be having on a daily basis where we're going. Well, that's an extreme story.

In fact, no one like to fight until they die. If you're a human opponent, say, "I'm here," you make wins and losses, and no matter how much you don't give up, it's not so much that the referee fights until you die, more than the referee judges wins and loses. Only some have been cornered to the point where they have to risk their lives to fight demons that don't speak the language.

"What do you think of that place there, Faerona?

"I wish I could win, I guess. I've been trying, Francesca."

Right. Am I a flirty person?

With that in mind, we get to the end of the crowd. I wouldn't be able to get a face pass, but this is how everyone waits. That kind of cheat wouldn't be good. Looking around, I guess this is how they make people waiting to enter the arena a guest. There are more stores and stalls in sight than the boulevard I was walking on earlier.

"It's hard not to work hard."

"... right"

In that word, I feel the kindness of a young man named Faerona. Is that a word from a hands-on experience, or is it because I am familiar with Miss Francesca for traveling with her? Either way, this elf youth seems to wish Miss Francesca victory. And Mululu too.

It's a friendly thing. I loosen my mouth to a bond that seems to even feel its warmth. Aware of that, he concealed his mouth with his right hand, but the astute (meticulous) elf youth pretended not to notice and strayed from his gaze. It is a delightful and embarrassing thing.

"Speaking of which, aren't you guys answering?

I think of it and say so. Both Fayrona and Mululu know that their arms stand better than those of the concomitant adventurers. I wonder if we can get to a pretty good place, even if it's difficult to win.

But you don't know if you know my insides like that. Fayrona shakes her head to the side. Mululu doesn't seem to care and is silently eating the hot dog dressing he bought earlier. This guy really prioritizes appetite.

"I don't like to stand out"

"Oh, I can tell."

"... is that okay, you guys?"

All together, I get stunned from Elmen Hilde. Anyway, it's unusual for me to be stunned by Faerona.

"The range, won't it answer?

"Hmm?"

The voice came from an unexpected direction.

Just like Mululu, Solnea, who was quietly eating hot dogs, called out. Not surprising, but surprising. I didn't think you'd be very interested in this sort of thing. Well, then they're going to tell me not to bring anything to the arena. I can't help it. It's a lot of concern to look away from a woman I don't remember.

"I've already decided to leave. On the second day of the personal battle."

The martial arts tournament is divided into two days. Day one is a team fight. The second day is a tournament-style personal battle between those who won today's qualifying round and us subpoenas from different worlds. Unfortunately, the weapon used is not a holy sword or a demon sword, but a training sword that crushed the blade. Ami's should probably be subject to considerable restrictions.

Hopefully, Utano will be able to turn us into pandas in a good way.

"Really?"

"What, are you interested in something like this?

"Like this?

"Martial arts competitions, martial arts arenas. I was wondering if you'd be interested in fighting."

When I say that and point my gaze at the entrance to the arena, Solnea follows my gaze to the entrance as well. But silent. The response didn't come back, and after a while he looked at Solnea and looked at me as to what he thought. I still don't feel a wave of emotions, but I was just gazing. Still, if I get stuck from nearby, my heart sounds higher, albeit slightly.

"No, especially"

"Well..."

Its straight gaze embarrasses me, and for a moment the words get jammed. I don't know what you thought of me like that, Mululu, who was focused on eating, has looked up to me.

"Face, red?

"It's my fault."

"Kuku, at the end of the year, it's hot today."

"... Shit."

You're really close, you guys. Is it that much fun to annoy me? You chickenshit. Scratching your fingers on your cheeks that are going to pull you off your gaze. At that time, when I saw the look on Solnea's face on the side, she was leaning her neck strangely. Perhaps I just said what I cared about, and there's nothing special about it. I'm just overreacting to those words. Word, though, in that gaze.

Oh, my God, I don't like being seen straight. Is that because I'm not sure about myself? I feel like they're looking at a person named Lianshi Yamada like that.

"Just a range. I'm interested in you fighting."

"Let's see. Look forward to it, 'cause I'll be pretty jerked off in a personal battle."

Well, they're Soichi. Yall, I'm not going to fight a fight I gave up from the start because I can't win, although I'm not the kind of opponent I can win to the point where I was conceited. Just do it, and that's where it starts.

"That's unusual. I thought you didn't like it. '

Ermenhilde raises his voice slightly surprised at what he thought of my words like that. Usually here, I guess it's as usual for me to make a weak statement and Elmenhilde to say a novel.

I think so, too. I don't like to stand out, nor can I use Ermenhilde in a militant tournament. In a situation where I can barely benefit from cross-world correction, I have only the power to the extent that my hair has grown on adventurers in line. Even if I fought Soichi with a training sword like that, I don't feel I can win even if the ambush succeeds. Ermenhilde is right, wouldn't the usual me try so hard to just lose? At least, there shouldn't be a word out there to get fucked.

'Right or right. Yeah.'

What then leaked was such a heartfelt and delightful voice. When I hear that voice, I guess I usually give it back to you lightly. But strangely, I couldn't say anything. It's easy to figure out what Elmenhilde's thinking. You're glad I fucked up. That's what they usually say. But even I don't feel bad when I'm so happy. It hides its mouth in a different way than the gaze directed at it from the earlier Solnea.

But this time, nobody seemed to notice my reaction. Blur and view the crowds gathering at the entrance to the arena. Solnea stares at me like that.

"What?

"You're an interesting person. You are."

That's all I have to say, I go off my gaze and get on with eating hot dog dressing again. Such a word cannot comprehend sincerity and can only tilt my neck.

"You're no different, you're a strange daughter."

Totally.

Nearly half of the seats were already filled when Mululu and Solnea entered the arena by the time they finished eating hot dogs. Sitting in a stone seat, Mululu and Solnea sit down on my left and right. Fayrona sits at the corner of Solnea.

Having a skewer of oak meat that was sold outside the arena reminded me inadvertently of when I watched baseball in the original world. Then, like me, Mulu, with the skewer in his hand, moves his gaze as he twists the oak meat. Following her gaze as to what was going on, there was a Francesca lady in a pale uniform ahead. I have not yet stood on the battlefield under my eyes, standing where it is an entrance and exit to refrain from doing so. Will it be your turn now?

Fran, there he is.

"Sounds like it. Oh, oh. So nervous."

As Mululu says, I can see you nervous even from a distance. Does the object use a sword or it was solidified with a short sword tucked in its sheath in its chest.

I glance at Miss Francesca like that and turn my gaze towards the two of us who are fighting now. Is there a large number of entrants, and the selection method seems to be a survival method. Around ten prospective contestants will fight in unison, and one remaining winner will feel competing in the main game. Apart from the two people who are fighting now, there are five men and women down in the arena. The fact that everyone of them is moaning about the pain makes it seem that no one is dead.

The skill of the two fighting... can't even be said to be high on flattery. No, I saw Soichi and Masaki train the other day, so I guess my eyes are getting used to that. If you're an adventurer in this world, you just took my arm there. One fights cleverly with a sword that is likely to be as long as his height and the other with a short sword in both hands.

But you're not interested in such a battle between the two, Mululu is obsessed with skewering oak meat in his hand. Is that all right with you?

"Don't eat too much. We're all gonna have lunch later, right?

"No problem. Eat both."

"... you're gonna get fat"

With that said, I start putting my hands on my own chest for what I thought.

'For once, shouldn't I get fat?

"That's why I'm in trouble."

It was Fayrona who replied to Elmen Hilde's voice as if it were frightening. Indeed, it is difficult for Mululu, the need for the front line, to gain weight. Are you kidding me, or are you serious? I shudder my shoulders at the voice of such an elf.

I don't care about our conversation, Mululu touches his chest. I have heard that the chest gets bigger when rubbed, but I am superstitious. Mr. Utano has demonstrated that to me. I don't know what you would see if you said that. Solnea sitting on the other side of such a murmur is confused as to what she is looking at. Same here as always.

Arena. The construction is cylindrical, surrounded by stone walls, and its stone walls are engraved with countless scratches. On the ground of the stripping, some places are chosen, while some broken weapons that remain uncollected may be rolled. The sight tells the story of the intensity of the 'spectacle' taking place in this arena.

Wouldn't the width be about two hundred meters in diameter? I feel quite widely. It is a creation reminiscent of the colloquium that we often see in films and such. The tallest part of the audience is covered with fine cloth, from which the royal family can look down on the arena. We are now at the front of the battlefield from the place reserved for that royal family. The audience other than us are excited about the contents of the qualifying round and support the players aloud.

When it comes to militant competitions, it's the main event that takes place at the end of the year. In addition to the prize money of five silver coins, the winner also has an invitation to knights and court magicians, if recognized. It's not just that, it's also the right place to test your powers and skills so far. In this world, where there is little entertainment, so much so that some people work hard just to get to this tournament. In a way, it would be honorable just to be in this tournament.

"Will you grow up like Fran?

"I hope so."

"Yeah."

I decided not to say where. That would be kindness. Unlike Miss Francesca, I think so for a moment looking at the flat prairie. That's all I say, Muru starts eating skewers again. Well, okay. Having a dream is important. The reality is, meat comes first from the belly, not from the chest. Well, you wouldn't be so fat if you were moving around with the physical abilities of an animal man. In the first place, I don't think there are any fat people in the Beast Man. At least, I've never seen it.

In doing so, I don't know how many rounds, but the qualifying battle was a good place. A duplicitous adventurer went on the offensive at once. The venue flourishes and cheers. Strike out a series of strikes that make you feel certain skill rather than leaving momentum to you, as that voice pushed you back. But the adventurer with the great sword cleverly takes the streak.

"Which one will win?

"Hmm?"

The voice comes from next door. The gaze stays forward, and Solnea asks.

"You must be using the Great Sword"

It was Faerona who answered such a Solnean voice. I snort at that answer, too. Momentum lies in the duplicitous man, but solidity would be the man of the great sword. He is able to afford to recieve a series of attacks carried out from two swords. I can easily think of something with a little combat experience that would be the first thing that would run out of stamina for a duplicitous man.

After a short period of time, the momentum of a series of strikes begins to fade visibly. Still, the Great Sword man doesn't move. Attack a completely tired spot... I guess it's a character that values certainty. The idea didn't seem wrong, and the moment a tired man loosened his two-knife offense just for a moment in an attempt to step back, the man's sword blew up the man every two swords. The cheer went up, and the man who got the ticket to the main battle in it went back to the entrance gate when he was gracious. Inhospitable or boneless? He is a manly man. The product you're using is also a big sword.

"You're right about Faerona."

"It's easy for everyone to understand. You were expecting this, too, Range?

"Well. You won't know until the battle is over."

"Hmm. So is that."

"Here comes the next one."

At the same time as that voice, it cheers.

Take the fallen contestants with the staff as they intervene. At the same time, the next group - Ladies Francesca - came in.

"Here we go."

"Yeah, I know."

Mululu's gaze turns to the venue as he holds the skewers in his mouth all at once. The number of contestants is seven. One winner. The introduction of the players began, the first of which was Miss Francesca. In the heads of the people watching the game in sorcery, a voice can be heard. I'm used to being in Ermenhilde, but I feel so weird listening to other people's voices in my head.

Except for Miss Francesca, she seems to be an adventurer in the king's capital and tactical city, and she's just a proximity person. If you are Miss Francesca, who has a short sword but is a magician, you may be able to win if you stand around well.

"Can she win?

You'll see soon enough.

Answer that to Solnea's voice and the contestants will fall apart. Are you nervous, Miss Francesca is taking a deep breath, but the adventurers used to fighting can't possibly miss that. A troublesome sorcerer, besides, it would make sense for them to be targeted first if they were to be nervous. Even if you are not on the same battlefield, you know your opponent's psyche well.

Mululu, who is equally nervous, looks at such a Francesca lady as if she had forgotten.

"Here we go."

"Oh."

And the dra that tells the start rings. Even though I wouldn't be using magic, I felt that loud sound echoed across the arena.

At the same time, the contestants move out. I thought I'd be attacked by a nearby opponent, and the first person to be targeted was Miss Francesca. First, the nearest skinhead swordsman and the Dwarf axer strike at the same time from the front. You didn't think the contestants would fight together, or that Miss Francesca's reaction could not be delayed by a beat. It cannot be made without a common enemy, such as a joint battle in the remainder of the win. There's no way those people just met today.

But Miss Francesca also gained a lot of experience from the time we first met. It was an instant that I was surprised, and when I kicked lightly on the ground with my right foot, the skinhead man relaxed and fell out of his face into the ground of peeling. I'm used to seeing pitfalls from us partying together. Built is an inconspicuously shallow hole. It is a hole where the nail tip is barely hooked. I had my sword with both hands, so I couldn't seem to take it. I'm amazed at the behavior of such a neighbor, and Dwarf's movements stop for a moment. In the next moment, the Dwarf, whose movement had stopped, was blown with an invisible magic bullet - a bullet of wind. The skinhead, stuffy by punching his face hard, rolls down the ground with a short sword that stays stuck in his sheath. The man passes out because he didn't have to worry about being slaughtered, or because he was hitting him as hard as he wanted. Toughness makes the selling dwarf stand up yo-yo, but another contestant from behind exposes him to such defenselessness punches him in the head and stuns him. Miss Francesca isn't the only opponent, if you show a gap, that's it.

Now there are four of us. One more was falling off while Miss Francesca was dealing with the two of them. One mage has two swordsmen and the other has bare hands. Fighter or darkware user? The advantage of the reach lies with Miss Francesca, but there will be no saying that the remaining three will be alarmed. Stay glued, a dozen seconds. The first one to move was one of the swordsmen. A man who uses his dagger like a duplicant turns to a man with bare hands. A quick blow with your sides tightened. But if you avoid it with only minimal movement, you will slap your fist into its torso in return. from above the leather armor, but the blow seemed pretty heavy and when I drop my weapon out of my hand, I sit back.

"Three left"

"Right."

Hammer at Mululu's voice. I think they're crushing each other in a good way. At first, I didn't think it was a good idea when they targeted us both at the same time, but it's also a big deal that you cut through well. He was noticed to be a student in the athlete introduction, but he was able to alert him with the first one. In the experience of the battle, Miss Francesca is not far from the two remaining. Still, the state of trifles is probably due to the fact that the two of us still have eyes on the fact that we raised the first ambush. Besides, I haven't noticed the pitfalls. This is huge. The basics of witchcraft are flames, wind bullets, rock and ice arrows. There are not many pitfalls in the concept of witchcraft held by humans in this world. Is it about the information that Ami, the hero of the Great Demon, uses such sorcery? After a year, is there still no magician to imitate that sorcery? At least, I've never heard of it. Then that pit could be plain and inconspicuous but could be a trump card.

The next move was made by Miss Francesca and the swordsman man. A man with a long sword and a skinned shield heads for the bare-handed man. Miss Francesca also creates an ice ball without chanting, and covers the swordsman's man by releasing it to the bare-handed man. But do you have good motor vision or high experience? cleverly avoid the flashes of long swords and the balls of fist large ice paid for by the horizontal giraffe. Avoid it and try to hit the swordsman man on the counter in the same way he did earlier. I didn't expose myself to falling, but there's no way you could miss the obvious gap. I can't wave my sword because the distance was close, and I use my skin shield to stun him by beating him.

Now one-on-one. A man who does not open between them and packs the distance towards Miss Francesca. The unmistakable behavior tells us that we know how to fight magicians. Mages are turrets. Defeating enemies with the magic of great power from a distance would be the image of a common sorcerer in this world. The only way to keep such a mage from moving as he pleases is to try and not focus on the melee. Magic is activated by concentrating and enhancing your imagination. Conversely, we can seal the magic without even letting it concentrate. That's what I know.

A normal magician here would fall back trying to open the distance. But Miss Francesca pulled the short sword out of her sheath and relative. Is the light that wraps its limbs magical? Strengthened physical abilities. The magic of seeing where I am using it for the first time makes me mildly surprised that there was such a hidden ball.

"That's fine."

Faerona's voice reaches her ear. It was Faerona who taught her how to handle a sword. I feel long swords missed, received and traced by short swords, but I manage to stay away. At that time, I also feel I can afford to be careful not to let the other participants who are falling take my feet. How to use the sword, how to move your body on the battlefield. Remember to be careful when traveling. My body is responding properly, not my head. Well trained and taught.

And not just the sword, but Miss Francesca also has magic. Have you become accustomed to your opponent's attacks, or have you created a rush on your attacker? The attack is going to be huge. There's a shield, so I can't seem to cut it off, but it seems like I've been able to afford it. You can also avoid a long sword blow without endangering it.

"It's slower than a lizard man."

"That's right."

I agree with Mululu who speaks of the names of demons springing up around the Wang capital. Demons are better at strength, arm strength and endurance, and everything is better than humans. It would be weird to compare.

Indeed, if you can deal with enemies that are superior to humans in the same human form, you can also convince Miss Francesca of her one-on-one movements. Mages and swordsmen. Guardian and avant-garde positions. Even so, we're meeting more than each other. Before I knew it, had Miss Francesca, who was a new adventurer, also grown into an adventurer at one end?

From there, we meet for a few more matches, and by then, the other person starts to see tiredness. In contrast, Miss Francesca has no alarm or chronic heart. It tells us that there is no shaking in the magic that surrounds us, and that there is still room for magic. At the end of the day, he builds a small pit at his feet to match a massive blow, and even his ankle is buried on the ground. The disfigured blow decided the ground and punched a side full of gaps with a short sword pattern. That hurts, yeah. The opponent hit harder and rolled to the ground, just cramping small as it was. I should have hit him on the side, but did he hit him when he rolled down the ground? The runny nosebleeds are painful.

"Phew."

"Huh."

He seemed unknowingly nervous, and when he exhaled deeply, he showed the same signs of exhaling from next door. Turning to his face, Muru and his gaze overlapped.

At the same time, once again, my voice echoes in my head. A voice, not one in Elmen Hill, tells the name of Miss Francesca, the winner.

"I won"

"Right. We have to celebrate."

"Yeah."

I smile back at Mululu, who has a rare and full smile. On that look, the back of my chest gets warmer.

Feirona, too, doesn't seem to be very happy with the look on her face. Does he realize that his mouth angle is upward than usual?

You seem to have noticed my gaze like that, the beauty of an elf hiding his mouth with a subtle trick. They make fun of me all the time, so I'll make fun of you later. Absolutely.

"You won"

However, Solnea was not the only one who spent enough time together as usual...... but told him so in a flat voice as usual.

Again, turn your gaze towards Miss Francesca. Perhaps she is the one most surprised by this result. I was told as a winner, but I'm just looking at my hand holding a short sword like I'm surprised.

What is the look on your face? How does it feel?

I was curious, but I'll ask you later during the celebration. She remained solidified until the attendant spoke to her and left.