Vaicul uses gravity to avoid the point of a dagger fired at his head in a way that makes him sit down on the stage.

(He's here to kill me!)

　Though I think about it privately, it's not a matter of fighting, but rather a matter of life and death.
　Put your hands on the ground of the stage, support your weight, and kick your opponent's feet away.
　But they probably expected that much. Leap lightly to avoid a kick...and kick back to Vaicul's head.

"Oh!"

　With a brief scream, Vaicul successfully catches the opponent's kick with the handle of the dagger, and, though blown away, manages to distance himself from the man.

`What the hell are you thinking!'

　Veicul finally pauses and screams, but the man just smiles faintly at his lips.
　Looking at the situation, I am convinced that the first blow to the head of the dagger was aimed at.
　That's not all. Even with the current kick, I could prevent it with the handle of the dagger, but the aim was my own neck. If he had been kicked like that, he would probably have had a broken neck.

"Don't you understand that if you kill your opponent, you'll be disqualified and you'll be charged..."

　Contrary to the bitter murmur of Vaicul, he plays with the dagger in his hand with a sticky smile.
　It's like a cat playing with a mouse.
　The most troubling thing for Vaicul is that the audience doesn't find the sequence of movements unusual.
　He judged that most of the actions were taken in the game, and is still cheering without hesitation.
　Of course, there are quite a few people who are aware of the man's murder.
　But it's not uncommon to unleash murder in battle itself, and it's hard to punish someone who says the first blow was a feint and was supposed to be avoided.

(But what is my life?)

　Whispering inwardly, the image of Ray and Rodos, who were attacked a few days ago on the outskirts of the imperial capital.
　At that time, I immediately started helping him, but I thought about it in my heart, and I was convinced right away.
　I think it's probably right.
　That is to say, they aimed at the fangs of their own wind dragons, which are obstacles, before they could manageing them.

"You'll... act like a fool." but now that we know that, we can't do it so easily."

　Staring at the other man, Vaicul takes up his dagger again.
　A man with a faint smile on his lips at the sight.

"Well, do you think you'll be my enemy? If you're quiet, I'll let you die."
"... in the first place, murdering the other person is a first place." Do you understand that?"
"Of course it is, but if it is a crime, it is certainly not."

　Vaicul, convinced of something, immediately regurgitates with a bitter expression whether or not he has come to think of something.

"Kizoku,"
"Well, what do you think?" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .that's it. Wouldn't you like to leave for the afterlife?"
"I'm afraid I'm not going to die yet." I have a dream of finding a good man and getting married... you know!"

　In the middle of the conversation, Vaicul jumps forward.
　Hold a dagger in your right hand, stretch your left hand meaningfully into your pocket...with force.
　At that moment, the man's gaze was drawn to his left hand, albeit only a momentarily.
　But it doesn't look like he has anything in his left hand, and he thinks it's a feint.
　Vicul's left hand hastened into view... momentarily a sharp pain ran through the man's right eye.

"Ouch! d*mn it! What did you do?"

　It's dangerous to stay here. Judging so with his right eye pressed, the man leaps backward.
　My right eye was completely crushed and half of my vision was darkened.
　a man who touches his right eye without hesitation
　There was a small... a few millimeters of pointed metal stuck in it.

"d*mn it! My right eye!"

　He throws his dagger in anger, but his right eye is crushed and his perspective is out of order, and he flies in a completely different direction from Vaicul.

"Stupid, your arrogance in underestimating me was the cause of your defeat!"

　Screaming around to the man's right side... ...that is, to the sealed field of view, and releasing a piece of metal.
　a relapse of pain
　When I reached out to my right cheek, the source of the acute pain, I found a piece of metal stuck in it as well as in my eyeballs.
　After being attacked twice, the man finally finds out what Vaicul is doing and screams impatiently.

"You're not doing a trick, Oops!"
"Well, what's wrong with the thief?"

　With a brief retort, Vaicul, who approached him in his sealed vision, wields a dagger.
　However, it is not a blade. It's as if you hit the back of your neck with the handle.
　The shock causes the man who curses Vaicur abusively to faint and crumble onto the stage.

"I never thought I'd use trump all of a sudden."

　Veicur mutters as the referee takes to the stage and checks the fallen man's consciousness.
　a piece of metal stuck into the man's right eye and cheek It was one of Vaicul's tricks, and if possible it was a hand I would not have liked to show in such a first game.
　If Ray had seen it, he would have remembered the Chinese martial arts word shihaku.
　It is a technique of releasing pebbles only with the fingertips, and is one of the so-called hidden weapons and dark weapons.
　That was one of Vaicul's specialties.

(Well, it wasn't clear if I could win without this. indeed, my arms were even or somewhat inferior to mine.)

　While he was thinking that way, the referee who came up on the stage probably judged him unconscious. Shout out loud, looking towards Vaicul.

"Winner, Vaicul!"
"'Wow, oh dear!'

　echoing cheers
　It must have been worth seeing, too, since both sides had a fighting style that emphasized speed.

(As for this man... I wonder what to do with him.) It's no use talking to the management committee if you're connected to the aristocracy. Well, it's probably related to the Ray's case that they've been aiming at me, and I think we'll have to let them know.)

　That's all I think about, and suddenly I think of it.
　I've been attacked by an assassin quite recently. And the assassin was the bearer of the bell of repose the soul.

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.) This man, by any chance, is not a member of the bell of repose, and if so, he could not have been more involved in it than this?'

　In my thoughts, the feeling of victory that I had felt before disappears rapidly, and I feel as if I had been frozen down my spine.

"Vaicur, what's the matter? The game is over. I have another match, so if you don't have anything particular to do, please get off the stage soon."
"...what? Oh, yes. I'm sorry I'm glad I won a little."Vaicul said so to himself in response to the umpire's quizzical voice, but his expression was not at all pleasant.
　However, the referee has no right to say anything more, so he will take the unconscious man off the stage with the other management committee members.
　After seeing it off, Vaicul, determining that if he stays here, he might get entangled again, quickly leaves the stage.
　Just in case, to inform Ray and Rodos of the man.





"d*mn it, you messed up... you must have chosen a really good organization!"

　A nobleman spits out in a small guest room watching the Vaicur match.
　If there were other spectators I would have had to keep my voice down, but fortunately I and my maid were the only ones here, so I don't have to put up with it.
　The maid behind her opens her mouth with little movement.

"Yes, but it is also true that the bell of repose is moving, and that every organization is reluctant to do so."
"That's why they hired mad dogs who would move without a word of complaint if they had paid for it."

　I told him so in that moment. The maid behind the aristocrat steps forward silently and wields a chain from under her skirt.
　The metal clink rings around and sticks to the floor.
　It was obvious what had happened.
　Realizing that he had been targeted, the aristocrat glances angrily at the direction of the dagger.
　It was a man there. However, the whole face is covered with pure white makeup and tattooed makeup. His hair stands as if it were pinching the sky, and it would be difficult to tell how old he is just by looking at it.

"What do you mean, gentlemen?"

　a nobleman who rages at his out‐of‐the‐way presence
　But the dagger, with a flimsy smile, ignores the nobility and turns to the maid with the chain.
　Chain. Yes, it's a chain that prevented the dagger that the man had just shot.
　Maids and chains are a very uncomfortable combination. But the man smiled as if it were good.

"She does it, doesn't she? Why don't you have a fight with me?"
"...I'm afraid I'm only a maid."
"What? A maid? Is that what prevents my dagger?" Let's have a better fight than that. a lively dance."

　The maid makes a small bow to the person who invites her with a bloodthirsty mad dog smile, completely different from what she had been with her a few seconds ago.
　It's the nobles who can't stand it. They try to kill themselves without any reason, prevent them, and then they invite their maids.
　I've never been so brilliantly ignored for my existence. Therefore, the aristocratic man screams angrily.

"What are you trying to say? Answer me!"

　the outcry of the aristocracy that ordinary people living in the empire would certainly have made them cringe.
　But the man, completely unbearable, opens his mouth with a flaky smile.

"Well, because you made fun of us like rabies, didn't you? Then I just tried to act like them."
"...how come you don't realize that such behavior is the cause of being called a mad dog? Wasn't it because the hands of Tsukimitsu's bow exposed such a state of affairs?"
"Well, he certainly failed, but do you think there is any other organization that receives a request that the bell of repose targets?"
"Slip!"
"Well, if you were a nobleman, you would have your own military strength... you could not use it publicly, could you?"

　What the man said was true.
　Initially, there were many organizations targeting crimson, but most of them began to back off when news circulated that they were aiming for it with considerable force.
　Only a few organizations are still in operation, and there are many organizations of Moguri who do not know the name of the bell to repose of souls.
　The only organization that could move with capable personnel was the bow of moonlight.
　The Moonlight Bow is an organization newly created by those who originally belonged to the bell of repose of souls.
　The moonlit bow is an organization that was formed as a result of the banishment of the bell of repose of the soul of war and murder.
　Originally, it is very difficult to get out of this kind of organization, but there are many who are very skilled, such as combat enthusiasts of murder.
　Of course, it will not be difficult to annihilate the bell if it does its best, but if so, the bell will suffer a great deal of course.
　Also, as long as they engage in illegal activities, there are many people who are skilled but not able to get along well with the people around them. It was also intended to be used as a receptacle for such people or as an abandoned piece, and as a product of compromise, an organization called Tsukumitsu no Yumi was created as an outside organization of chinkon no Kane.
　Because of the background of the formation of the organization, Tsukimitsu's bow, which is requested without any problem even if the bell of repose of the soul was the target, is considered to be useful.
　Originally, it is common for them not to behave in such a way as to offend the bell of repose of souls, which is said to be their superior organization, but such a thing has nothing to do with the bow of moonlight, which is a group of madmen.
　No, I would gladly fight against the bell of repose of souls.
　The aristocracy snaps abhorrently at the fact that they have no choice but to rely on such a partner.

(I hear that the Earl of Schwindell is also moving.) I wouldn't give them crimson heads!'

　know each other by sight But... there was still something there that I could never give up.