614 Episode 0614



What happened? Why?
 It would have been a question many of those watching the game felt.
 A question ensued, watching the anacelle being carried offstage.
 Fortunately, he was not injured, but off the stage Anacelle never woke up.
 Injuries would have instantly covered the wound, or if they had been magically put to sleep, the effects would have disappeared and regained consciousness.
 However, in the case of Anacelle, she never woke up because of her pure unconsciousness.
 Seeing the Anacelle being carried out by the management committee, many of the audience did not understand why this was the result.
 Therefore, we talk to those around us about the game we've just seen.

"Why, dear! Why is Anacelle, who should have been attacking so unilaterally, fainted?"
"No, that's because you got a blow in the torso?"
"That's not the case! No, that's the case, but it means that Anacelle, who had an advantage, is so easy."
"Isn't crimson the one who endured and waited for the opportunity?"
"No, nevertheless..."

 These spectators, however, are not a few of those who have watched competitions for many years, former adventurers, mercenaries, soldiers and knights, who have seen what Ray is doing.

"You're lying, aren't you? To keep putting the load on your wrist in line with the attack... No, it's certainly not difficult to do it once or twice." But...
"Oh, in a row," and for all that series of attacks... or perhaps for all that?"
"I suppose. I should say crimson... are you sure you're the same people as us?"

 Or maybe it's the words that revealed Ray's truth.
 Audiences who have been listening to such a former adventurer around them finally understand how it happened.
 Of course I didn't completely understand it. If anyone can understand that much, he's probably a pretty good person.
 Still, he must have understood that it is impossible to do what Ray has done with half‐baked skill. Surprise spreads throughout the surroundings.
 And the spectators are not the only ones to be surprised. The aristocrats in the VIP seats were more astonished.
 Being aristocratic, there were more capable people than the general audience, or guards, who explained what Ray had done.

"Do you mean... everything happened in crimson's hands from the beginning?"

 Until just a few minutes ago, a noble, in high spirits, asked uncomfortably, as if he were doing nothing but crimson.
 There was also a reason that he had proved his lack of sight, and that he was embarrassed because he had shown it to others.
 But above all, the reason why he displeased aristocratic men was probably because crimson, who had become a vengeful enemy of the Westian Empire, had the same power as he had been rumored to be.
 close combat and magic If you are not good at either of them, you can still deal with them.
 In fact, few people are good at both, and that's why crimson... I thought so, but the idea was optimistic.

"In the first place, there must have been reports that crimson himself fought close combat with that scythe during the Spring War. for this is the man who equates his wishes with his expectations."
"Don't say so. It's true that if you're more than a certain amount of mastery in battle, it's difficult to see his ability. It's all right to let those who are always fighting for power in the court understand the dangers of crimson."

 An uncomfortable aristocrat and a few other aristocrats at a distance from the nodding aristocrats exchange words.
 The tone itself is gentle, but the color of contempt is there.
 I wonder if it's because I don't know the actual battle that makes me feel comfortable like that way. And even an easygoing nobleman could at least understand the dangers of crimson.

 While we're talking like that, preparations for the next game begin.
 The voices of the people on the stage turned their eyes back to them.





"... all right,"

 As Ray walks through the stadium after his game, he mutters, making sure there is no one around him.
 There was a strong expression of satisfaction in his tone, and he seemed quite unconcerned by the crowd around him that he had seemed to have had a hard time in the game and that his reputation was beginning to decline slightly in relation to it.
 In fact, Ray doesn't really care what people in the Vestian Empire think of him.
 It would be different if Vihela and other acquaintances were involved, but I couldn't care less about the phenomenon.
 In particular, I even think that if my reputation is low, I'll get more money when I bet on myself for a competition.
 Ray's idea now was that he needed to focus on improving his skills a little rather than on such details.
 In fact, as far as the tournament chart is concerned, there will be no battle between Ray and Noise until the final is reached.
 And with 128 participants, they had to win five more times to make it to the finals.

(To be exact, there will only be five more battles.)

 Of course, I have not neglected my daily training. However, it is also true that the experience gained in actual combat and training is very different.
 ...however, in this case it is a competition, so it is only a match. The danger to life is so small that it's hardly a real battle because of the legacy of ancient magical civilization.

(Still... you have to be strong enough to be exposed to the noise.) For that reason, I'll have the other guys feed me like Annacelle. ...don't feel bad, Rodos, Veicul)

 a muttering ray
 If we go on to the tournament table, we'll be playing Rodos in the third round and then Veicur in the next.
 If the two of them come that far, that's all.

(Not to mention Rodos, Vaicul might be tough.)

 Originally a bandit, Vaicur is not so good at fighting.
 A series of dagger attacks, which take advantage of the bandits' characteristic lightness, is certainly a threat, but you'll still feel unsatisfied after watching Anacelle's sword dance fight.
 After thinking that far, I suddenly realize.
 Now that his game is over, Rodos's game won't be long off.

"Well, let's see the game. You must recover what you win in the bet."

 Needless to say, Ray is also betting on himself by asking Elk. Unlike in the qualifying round, the odds have dropped considerably because people around me have been so loud about me that I'm crimson. Still, many people bet on their opponents because of their support or resentment against Ray because they are the most disbelieving enemy of the Westian Empire of Bestian Empire.
 As a result, it was not as good as it was in the qualifying round, but it was as good as a bet.

"...well, in the case of noise, it's hard to make a bet."

 He is a Rank S adventurer with only three people in the world. Even if you make a bet, it won't be a decent bet on noise. With that in mind, Ray would make his way to the guest room where the Duskers were located.





 When Ray enters the room, he is gazed at by the people in the room at that moment.
 The gaze contained the most emotion of astonishment.
 However, there were naturally hostile feelings among them.
 This is an auditorium for honorable guests, but it's not just one country.
 At the preliminary round, there were still a few aristocrats, so only people from other countries could gather. However, the emperor and his family come to see the war in person.
 Then, as aristocrats of the Vestian Empire, they would have no choice but to come to the stadium, and of course there would be not enough seats for the honorable guests.
 As a result, guests from other countries and nobles from the Vestian Empire watched the competition in the same guest room, and many of the Vestian nobles had various thoughts on Ray.
 A private room could be used by nobles with a certain level of peerage or higher than that.

(Well, as usual)

 They ignore the gaze directed at them and head to a section with Dusker, Elk and Minn.
 There will be no one else, as usual. I had thought so, but unexpectedly there was a strange figure near Dusker.
 They are also dressed in pretty good quality, perhaps not in the service of the nobles, but in the person of the nobility. with a suggestive appearance"Oh, Ray. Are you back? I've been able to earn money today thanks to you. The development of the game was something that professionals liked."

 You must have noticed Ray approaching you. Dusker raises his hand with a happy smile.

"I see, I'm glad that you seem to have won. And here's...?"

 Ray turns his eyes back to the strange aristocrat.
 You must have received the stare. The nobleman smiled and opened his mouth.

"Nice to meet you," I've heard a lot about you for a lot about you. My name is Tang Autos. I still have the title of baron."
"Baron Autos?" Nice to meet you, my name is Ray."

 Ray bowing while introducing himself.
 At that time, we'll check out what kind of person Tang is, and perhaps he's still in his mid-20s or early 20s.
 Having already had a peerage at that age, even though he was a baron, was proof that Tang was a man of ability.

"Baron Autos has come for you. You are not employed by me now, but why don't you tell me a little?"

 The words of Dusker make me feel slightly uncomfortable inside.
 The crimson name value was quite significant, and after the qualifying round some people wanted to get acquainted with it through Dusker.
 Of course, Ray basically refused to do so, saying it was troublesome, but I can't say no to him when he was told this by Dasker, who was indebted to me.
 And considering that Ray, who had disliked meeting the nobles, was suggesting that he speak out, there was probably something special about it.

"I see, I see. Fortunately, Rodos hasn't played yet."

 Ray's gaze toward the stage.
 A man armed with a fist filled with the back of his hand and a woman armed with a spear were now fighting.
 It looks like a woman with a spear is taking advantage of her reach to advance the battle.

"Well, then," There will be a lot of things here. Let's go to another room. I've got a little room ready."
"A room, sir. ...I see. Shall we?"

 Seeing Ray's consent, Tang leaves the VIP room.
 What surprised Ray was that a supposed nobleman of the Vestian Empire, with a hateful stare at him in the room, had a small nod to Tang.

(In other words, does this man mean that the baron is a baron or nobleman of the Westian Empire?)

 Or perhaps he is as great a nobleman as Dusker among other nations.
 I agree, but when I remember that the people who were invited were basically nobles from neighboring countries, it was also true that they were most likely nobles of the Westian Empire.
 As we continued down the aisle in silence, we suddenly heard cheers.
 Ray follows the man, probably thinking that there has been some movement in the battle, but now he can't pay attention to it.
 But it was probably the same with men who were concerned about the cheers. He opens his mouth when he looks to the side where he hears his voice for a moment.

"I'm sorry. You're curious about the game, aren't you?"
"Well, there's a match I know."

 As far as Rodos and Veicur are concerned, they won't win easily.
 That was Ray's impression of fighting Anacelle.
 Rodos is fifty‐fifty if he hits someone as strong as Anacelle. It was Ray's prediction that Veicul would have a fairly low winning percentage.
 Or, if you could develop that strength during a battle... that way, you'll see that Tang, who was walking in front of you, stopped walking in front of a room.

"Here it is. Come in. I can watch the game from here, just in case."

 I told him so, and he opened the door.