The second round ended that night. Ray, Rodos, and Furyu's tusks were eating in the restaurant of the Eternal Kutei.
　The subtlety of the atmosphere is probably due to Vaicul's defeat.
　If he had lost, Morst had already lost, but that's the difference between a wizard and a thief.
　Meanwhile, Ruzzi suddenly opens his mouth, carrying bread into his mouth.

"Well, it's no use that Veicul has lost, but it's only his strength. I don't think you have to worry that much."

　a word that doesn't seem to be considering Vaicul's feelings.
　But the statement was true to the bitter end.
　Vaicul's defeat was certainly not a cowardly trick or a foul of any kind. It was the result of a purely head-on battle.
　...not to mention fouls, of course, but when you say cowardly things, you can see that the opponent's tactics fit well in the other way of thinking.
　A finger like Vaicul used in the first round of the main battle, in particular, would be nothing but a cowardly hand, to those who mainly fight fair and square.
　But it's no wonder that Vaicul, a thief, has such a trick. Well, it's only natural, isn't it?
　If you like to fight head on, you can be a knight or a warrior. ...although some knights and warriors prefer to fight squarely and squarely.
　I suppose you understand it. Veicul breathed loudly, pouring ale into his glass.

"I know I was simply short of ability. But what's frustrating is frustrating, so it can't be helped. ...what? Is it wrong for me to be frustrated when I lose?"
"I didn't say that," Your competitive spirit is also an advantage. Besides, I participated in a competition for the first time and went on to the finals. Don't you think you've done enough?"
"...that's right. That's probably why they came."

　The three men, apparently dressed as knights, are at the end of Most's gaze, agreeing to Luzzi's words.
　Having been in the dining room of the inn, it was easy to imagine that it was probably the work of the aristocrats staying at this inn.

(Scouting...?)

　Ray also thinks inside, carrying crisp, crunchy salads to his mouth.
　As Luzzi said, if you make your first appearance in a competition and make it to the second round, it's a great achievement. It's no surprise that some people come in contact for the future.
　Ray himself had brought that kind of story.
　In Ray's case, however, Dusker would have turned it down. 　
　Even for Dusker, he refuses everything without any questions or answers, because if he gets the pullout, Ray will disappear from the guillem.
　The mutual interests were beautifully aligned.
　But that's only possible because Dusker is a neutral figure, one of the three major factions of the kingdom of Milliana, a great power.
　Those like the fangs of the wind dragon, who had no such backing, had to be turned down in a way that would not raise the tide.

"Mr. Veicul, the fangs of the Furyu? My Lord wants to speak a little, but may I speak a little?"

　One of the knights speaks politely to Vaicul. 　
　Usually, it's not what knights say to adventurers.
　The reason why they are so polite is because Vaicul has won the second round of the tournament.

"...if only a little time is right."

　He said so, and stood up with a straight face, as if his old intoxication had vanished somewhere.
　I have no intention of accepting their invitation. I'd like to make it clear, but in this case, if you refuse invitations from nobles without question or answer, you will lose face.
　As Vaicul walked away with the Knight, Maast muttered.

"I'm glad you weren't drunk."
"... certainly,"

　Even Luzzi agrees with the word.
　If you go before a nobleman and you have a habit of taking off your clothes, which is also a bad habit of the drunken Vaicul, you'll be in trouble in many ways.
　A noble with a large bowl to laugh at, but if he was not good enough, he might be brought home to bed... and then, thinking so, Morst smiled sarcastically at the thought of Vaicul becoming the mistress of the noble.

(I think I'd like to see that... before my mistress and so on, the aristocrat would in many ways be useless as a man. though it would be dangerous for us to be in the imperial capital.)

　Vaicur's departure has brought a little calm, but Ray opens his mouth as if to break it.

"But is this the only one who has won among the fangs of the Furyu?"
"Well, I told Vaicul earlier, but it was the first time we had a competition and everyone was able to play in the main game, and it was very rewarding."

　Rey frowns slightly at what Luzzi says.
　That tone of voice made me feel as if I were going to lose the second round.

"What, are you not going to win any further?"

　That's why I ask in such a teasing tone.
　But Luzzi smiles furiously at Ray's words and glances silently.

"No way! We've won this far. Then I'll go wherever I can. And... if we win tomorrow's battle, we can fight the immovable ranks S next. I'm afraid I'll miss such a golden opportunity."

　From Luzzi telling me that, I can see just how far I can go with a Rank S adventurer... and whether I can win or still have a long way to go.

(He seems envious, not envious.) What's this subtle feeling?

　Ray thinks so while looking at Luzzi.
　I envy you that you can fight noise first. However, having met the noise in person, I can see that it is still far from what it is now.
　You have to sharpen your blade to compete with noise. Otherwise, I can only feel the future of being torn apart by the blade of noise.

"... immovable?" This is the first time I've seen a rank S higher than my father, but I can't speak a lot."

　You must have thought the same as Ray. Rodos also breathes a weary sigh as he carries a glass of wine to his mouth.
　Having spent so many years with a man named Elk, he probably understands the innocence of a man called noise.
　I've got to go a long way myself.

(but... all this after he beat Ray)

　In the first place, Rodos's main reason for participating in this competition is to break the barrier of Ray. Just as Ray sees noise as a wall, Rodos sees Ray as a wall to cross.
　It's not just a wall. It's a wall where the person I fell in love with at first sight has a crush on.
　Both fighting and love are overwhelmingly low winning percentages, but Rodos can't afford to lose. I don't want to lose. That's how I entered the competition.

"...you've lost your temper somehow. The principal guest is gone, and we shall call it a day."

　Everybody nods to Luzzi's words. 　
　In particular, Ruzzi will play in the second round tomorrow. They probably don't want to go into the game with a hangover on.
　It's not a competition that's sweet enough to survive in a situation where you're not in perfect shape.

"Well, I'm going to see the game tomorrow, so do your best. Don't fight disgracefully as my disciple."Ray tells her in a jestful tone that he's trying to release Luzzi's tension and leaves the dining room.
　Luzzi saw it off and smiled bitterly.

"What's your disciple?" Didn't we just train together for a moment? It feels like I was attacked almost unilaterally. If you say you're a disciple, at least teach me some skill."

　At Luzzi's words, Morst smiles, reaching for the roasted nuts.

"Ah. So I learned how to use a dagger and I'm Ray's apprentice? ... Oh, but if you think about it, Rodos is Ray's best apprentice? Maybe he's a child of the God of Thunder's axe and a crimson apprentice, and so on."
"... oh, yes." But disciples go beyond their masters."

　Tell them all, and Rodos leaves.
　Morst leaned on Rodos, who looked different from usual, but decided that the tension was caused by remaining victories in the main battle, he saw Ruzzi back to get well and waited until Vicul came back.
　Fortunately, Vaicul, who had returned within an hour, had not shown any particular displeasure, and had no strange twist in his speech, he breathed a sigh of relief.





`Oh, my God!'

　Claymore, echoed by Luzzi's spirit.
　Built bigger than normal Claymore, the large sword uses Luzzi's strength to make its way to the opponent.

"Ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

　On the other hand, she is as tall and built as Luzzi... a woman.
　The woman, whose name is Legulta, is as muscular as ever. His body made him think he would never lose, and in fact he was at odds with him.
　Hold a long weapon in your hand is a weapon with a long handle. It has a large, gently warped blade at the end and a long handle.
　It is a kind of long-handled weapon like a halberd or spear, called a grave.
　Grave has the advantage in the interval, and Claymore has the advantage in terms of the weight of the weapon.
　There was a smile on Ruzzi's face as the battle unfolded.
　Also, it's not just Luzzi. His opponent, Legulta, is as smiling as Luzzi.

"Oh, my God!"

　Luzzi wields a claymore in his hands.

"I won't let you!"

　The regulator will catch it with Grave's blade.
　Even though the blades collide with each other, Luzzi is still superior in power. When Grave is about to be pushed in, Legulta takes the edge off Claymore by relieving his wrists, while also using his movements to aim at Ruzzi's feet in the butt.

"Oops!"

　Luzzi reacts instantly and leaps back a few steps while re-positioning Claymore.
　Lejurta, who has been able to easily avoid the attack he was good at, opens his eyes slightly and reveals surprise.
　Besides, Luzzi gives a smirk of laughter.

"It's been done over and over again by my training partners that I'm going to ignore the attack and use it to get away with it. It's not that hard to deal with."

　That statement is true. Concentrate your attack on the upper body and move your foot through the buttocks as if to pierce the gap.
　It was a possible attack because it was a long-handled weapon, and Ruzzi saw Rodos being attacked many times, but it was difficult to detect and avoid it when he was attacked, and he had to roll over the ground with his feet thrown away many times.
　This allowed a series of attacks to be avoided semi-reflectively.

"Well, you've got a good deal of course. but I can't afford to lose so easily!"

　Ruzzi's smirk makes him snort, and Lejurta wields a big groove.
　Ruzzi immediately chooses to attack and wait for the blow, which appears to be full of gaps.
　Take a few steps backward instead of taking it with Claymore.
　But... the move was the aim of Legulta.
　Grave's blow roaring past Luzzi's eyes.
　In front of Ruzzi's eyes as he sees it off, Legulta uses the force of a stroke of Grave to spin himself.
　As a result, it was a more powerful blow than before that hit Luzzi. 　
　Avoiding it, Ruzzi takes advantage of the force of his Grave to attack him again.
　It's not just the edge of the groove. There are a number of attacks that have been carried out one after another, using even stoning.
　Ruzzi kept defending Claymore like a shield, but the next moment he stepped forward half-embarrassed, perhaps determined that he would be completely pushed in.

"Oh, my God!'

　With a shout, he lifted Claymore and went straight to his eyes.

"What!"

　You never expected to take such a step, did you? In fact, when Legulta used this attack, which is considered to be his inner hand, it was mainly attacks from long distances, such as bows and magic.
　But... the momentary embarrassment divided the game.
　Not to miss a moment when the attack has eased, Ruzzi steps forward.
　Of course that didn't prevent Grave's blow, but it certainly weakened his power. It was fortunate that the blow that was approaching Luzzi was not the blade of Grieve, but the handle.
　Shielding Claymore, the moment he stopped moving for a second, he hit his torso shoulder-first against it, and the blow sent him off the stage.

"Winner, Luzzi!"