"It was a very worthwhile battle. ...but I'm not a crimson buddy. It is deplorable that he is an adventurer belonging to the Bestian Empire."

　Seeing the end of the Battle of Luzzi and Legulta, such voices reverberate in the VIP room.
　At the same time, the other nobles at the scene raise their voices to agree with the words.

"Not at all, though, as Count Schwindell said, they are the ones who will cause great harm to the Empire of Westia in the future."
"Certainly, indeed, we have inflicted so much damage on our army on the Plains of Celemus." abominable."
"What are all the bells of repose doing! Now that the Gryphon, the great power of crimson, is in the stable, his power must have fallen far enough."

　Listening to the voices of his companions, Count Schwindell watches several steering committee members carry the completely unconscious Legulta offstage.
　He was about the same build as Luzzi, and at the same time, as many as five people were used to carry heavy equipment such as armor and graves.

(The fangs of a wind dragon...?) According to the investigation report, it wasn't so famous in the imperial capital, but it wasn't based in the imperial capital. Some cities outside the imperial capital are well known to some extent. but perhaps it is because he is well-balanced with warriors, bandits, and wizards.)

　The number of wizards is so small that even adventurers and parties are less likely to have wizards among them.
　There were not as many but few thieves as wizards, and it was not uncommon for adventurers to have just four warriors.
　However, for such parties, it is common to hire an archer in the sense that they carry out long-range attacks.

"Anyway, the crimson gang is still winning against the son of the axe of the god of thunder, Luzzi, who won the battle, and himself?" -- well, Ruzzi will lose next time."

　The other nobles there nodded in the words of Count Schvindell.
　Luzzi's next opponent is the noise of the Rank S adventurer proud of the Westian Empire. It's not a good match, but I can't do anything about that guy named Luzzi.

"I heard that the bell of repose of souls was about to start."
"What? Really?"

　A nobleman, speaking of the futility of the bell of repose, unconsciously asks the question at the words of the Earl of Schvindell.
　the indignation of what someone has been doing and the relief of finally starting to move the Earl of Schwindell nods at the mixture of words
　The Moonlight Bow was also influenced by the movement of the organization, but above all, it also means that it was collecting information.
　In that sense, the competition was also a great place to gather information.

"Anyway, there seems to be a lot of movement besides us, but his... crimson heads are always to be picked by us." I hope you'll all be like that."

　Everyone nods to the words of Count Schwindell.
　Among them are mild excitement and great awe.
　If their actions allow them to behead crimson, they will be acquiesced by the emperor. Because we were able to clean up the obstacles to the Westian Empire. In fact, it is conceivable that you can get compensation.
　But if he failed...

(We're almost certainly going to be cut off. which could literally beheaded and even handed over to the Kingdom of Milliana as a token of apology.)

　There are many nobles in the Westian Empire. In such a situation, we, who are by no means a high aristocrat, have many things to change.
　Knowing this, the nobles here renew their determination and strengthen their unity.
　They say that the only way to survive is to behead crimson.

(It hurt me to know this move to His Highness Kabazid. No, that's a painful and itchy place. I was able to get your assistance from behind the scenes, because your Highness knew this.)

　A new game is on the way out of sight.
　While looking at it, Count Schwindell and the other nobles here talk about how to deal with crimson.
　However, basically leaving it to the bell of repose of souls remains the same.
　However, the movement of the bell to repose the soul had been slow for a while, and it was true that some nobles were beginning to wonder how far to believe.
　Given that the organization was originally behind the scenes, it could not have been trusted completely from the start, but this tendency is probably becoming stronger.
　Watching these companions, Count Schwindell conceals his hatred of crimson and reaches for a glass of wine.





"... Here we go!"

　With such a voice, a woman in her twenties reduces her distance with a long sword in her hand.
　What awaits it is the noise that is so relaxed that it can only be called natural.
　For a moment, her gaze shone sharply... the moment she felt something, she found her long sword cut from the base and pointed it at the neck.

"What?"

　That's the only word that comes out of a woman's mouth.
　I really didn't know what had happened.
　Considering that the base of the blade was cut without any impact on the hand holding the long sword, you'll see how sophisticated it was.

"What are you going to do? Do you still want to do it?"

　Originally, a woman would have already lost with the point of a sword pointed at her neck.
　But Noise asks, releasing a long sword that sticks to his neck.

"...I'll do it!"

　The woman who screams, takes the dagger out of her pocket.
　At the sight of it, the mouth of the noise forms a faint smile.
　You've been shown such overwhelming power against yourself, but you still haven't given up.
　The difference in capacity is certainly overwhelming, but the strength of the mind that comes towards it was pleasant for noise as well.
　It's only natural to feel good about the woman in front of you, especially considering that the opponent who fought in the first round surrendered without doing much.

"Well, come on,"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　a woman who screams sharply and brings out a series of daggers
　Unlike a long sword, the blade of the sword is short, so the attack speed is fast.
　We've only reached the second round of the main game, and we're sure of his skill.
　They thrust, cut, and even interweave the technique to release kicks and elbows.
　Noise avoids or plays all of them with minimal movement.

(She is very much looking forward to the future.)

　Contrary to the noise you feel inside, a woman's face becomes impatient over time.
　No amount of attack can prevent or evade all of it. Moreover, he has managed the attack without moving an inch since he launched it.

(Fudo, I can't believe it's this far... No, it's only natural that it's Rank S.) but!)

　I understand that I already have no chance of winning. Still... I'd like to give you a blow at least. the moment a dagger's blow was averted with that thought put magic through a handle
　At the moment, the blade is released from the dagger as if it were blowing away.
　If Ray had seen this, he would have been reminded of the Spetsna's Knife, a weapon he had seen in cartoons or something while in Japan.
　The Spetsnaz knife fires its blade with a powerful spring, but the woman is using a magic item. fly the blade by magic
　As long as the blade flies, it has the disadvantage of not being able to use it as a weapon until the part of the blade is recovered once it is used, but it is a very effective weapon in terms of attacking the opponent.
　Furthermore, since it is a magic item controlled by magic rather than springwork, the speed of the blade released can be adjusted to a certain extent.
　Of course, this time we're dealing with a Rank S adventurer called Noise, so there's no way we can handle it. Make the most of your magical powers and fly the blade as fast as you can.

(I did!)Even if you can't knock it down, you should have been hurt. In other words, it would have been a blow.
　That's the woman who made the woman.

"It was a very good attack."

　At the end of my eyes was the completely intact noise.
　He still holds a long sword in his right hand, and his left hand goes in front of his face... between his forefinger and thumb.

"Lie... You know..."

　She muttered involuntarily at the sight.
　the blade of a dagger fired at full speed using one's own magical powers
　Nevertheless, noise grabbed it with only two fingers.
　It didn't make sense. ...or, in this case, I don't want to believe it.
　Even her own trump card was easily stopped, and her face turned down...

"Don't give up!"

　Reverting to the voice coming from the audience, I look up.
　That's because it's a familiar voice. A man who is having a party with him, and at the same time is planning to say hello to his parents after this competition.

(Yes, I can't help but lose here. but... but!)

　Just by hearing her lover's voice, she feels a rush of fighting spirit coming from within her.

"I can't give up easily... I can't! To see my father-in-law and mother-in-law proudly!"

　Shouting, the woman kicks the earth away from the noise and shoots her fist.
　The noise, with a wry smile at her appearance, plays, narrates, and evades the attack of the woman with her long sword in the sheath of her waist.
　She was a man who cheered for the woman, but in many ways it could not be helped that the audience nearby looked at her with envious eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　repeatedly shake one's fist, kick, knee, elbow
　It was a noise that was responding to such an attack with a strong defense...

"It's about time you went to sleep,"

　With the words, the woman's consciousness is interrupted and she falls straight down onto the stage.

『……』

　I don't know what happened. There was a great deal of silence around me in that way.
　That's probably the case. The woman who had been attacking me unilaterally until now had collapsed on the stage the next moment.
　A similar scene used to be Ray's game. But the difference would have been that even those of a certain intensity could not understand what the noise had done.
　How powerful is the man on the stage now? Few in this large arena could know his exact ability.

(A sword to the neck, eh? What's more, it's a very easy blow. If I hadn't slowed down my sword just before I gave her a blow to the neck, her neck would have been separated from her torso."

　One of them, Ray, mutters in private as he watches a series of noisy actions from the stadium stands.
　Ray's five senses were better than normal.
　But I could understand it only because I was looking at it from a distance.
　If you were on stage and were asked if you could cope with the noise, you would have to tilt your head.
　It's not impossible to react. But if you say you can react completely, that's another question.
　To be honest with you, I think it's a fifty‐fifty [a‐fifty] impression.

(It's just that if I could show you that speed all of a sudden…) Now that I've seen it, I'll deal with it.)

　Once I've seen it, I'm sure I'll deal with it. Judging so, Ray holds his hand under the Dragon Robe.
　From what I've just seen, pure physical ability would be equal... or better than myself. But there's no doubt that noise is still much better in terms of pure skill.
　Four battles to go until we fight the noise. How far you can develop your skills will be the difference between winning and losing.
　Still, more combat experience was needed, if possible.

(Did you say the bow of moonlight? Would it be better to concentrate on attracting them and other members of organizations targeting me, such as the bell of repose of souls, to gain experience in battle?)

　Shake your head as soon as you think so in your heartily.
　No matter how much actual fighting is required, it is true that it requires more than a certain amount of strength.
　Even if you fight against such a weak opponent in terms of strength, it's likely to be only a negative, rather than a positive.

(I wouldn't call it Rank A, but I'd welcome it if someone with strength of Rank B or C were to attack me.)

　He left, turning his back on the spectators cheering at the battle of one of the country's heroes, thinking that it would certainly be mad if the people behind the scenes, including the bell of repose and the bow of the moon, heard it.