634 Episode 0634



"d*mn it!"

 With such a cry, the table in the room is destroyed by a swinging fist.
 The waiting room for the contestants provided a fairly sturdy table, but it was still not good enough to withstand Rodos's fist.
 But... destroying the table in front of him will not erase the anger and humiliation that exists in Rodos' heart.

"Ray... what am I to him!? Isn't it just an obstacle to stand in front of him?"

 The words that come out of one's mouth add to the irritation in one's mind.
 I understand. The anger and irritation in my heart is unreasonable.
 In the first place, Ray doesn't know the very feelings he has for Vihela.
 But still... I couldn't suppress this feeling in my heart.
 I'm jealous, jealous, jealous, frustrated... that I have such a feeling in my heart.
 I think it's strange myself. But still... when I clenched my fist to throw this helpless thought into the wreckage of the table in front of me.

"I'm not impressed at all,"

 Rodos gives a reflective, murderous stare to the voice that suddenly rang into the waiting room.
 There's a man in his twenties in the waiting room.
 However, it is more appropriate to describe her appearance as a woman's face.
 In that sense, it was only natural that Rodos's attitude toward the man in front of him was somewhat reminiscent of Ray.

"I'm sorry, but I can't afford to play with anyone else now. Go away."
"I think it's amazing just to make it to the third round with my first participation."

 But the man spins his words as if he could not hear Rodos at all.
 His attitude is even more reminiscent of Ray in Rodos, and he turns a sanguine glance at the man.

"Get out of here. I told you so, but didn't you hear me?"
"Even so, the crimson is a notch stronger than the others." I'm sure the final of this competition will be a match between crimson and immovable."
"…to say it one last time." Get out of here."

 ultimatum. It was not just words, as indicated by the carnage that came out of Rodos' body.
 The man in front of me is clearly weaker than himself. However, I feel very frustrated by the attitude of not dealing with me at all.

"Well, are you fighting with me?" Then I'll buy it for you... Oops!"

 With the words he kicked the ground, clapped his fist in the man's face... when a sudden outstretched hand grips Rodos by the wrist.
 They don't hold their fists, they don't shelter men. It's Rodos's fist, if not his best. To stop it by grabbing the wrist from the side means that the person who did it was completely blind to Rodos' fists.
 In the first place, there should have been only a man in front of you, but where did he emerge from?
 Taking Rodos's confusion as an aside, the men continue their conversation.

"Look, that's why I told you, isn't it? Your attitude annoys ordinary people. You should have left it to me quietly."
"Why? I'm just doing things rationally. If I leave it to you, this guy might be useless in the first place, right? That's no use, so it's not funny for me to come out."
"...well, I'm not that good at it." I never thought you could deal with me in the first place..."

 Rodos's comedian twitching at the conversation, which was taking place with his right hand pressed.
 Appearing in front of them when they were already frustrated, they ignored them and acted as if they weren't worth dealing with them.

"Don't be so..."

 The man holding his wrist glances at Rodos's leaking words.
 What is floating there is a strange expression. He looks as if he doesn't understand why he's so murderous.

"What, what's wrong with you? Oh, I'm sorry, but I'll see you later. Now we're talking about this...

 That's why I told him so lightly, but that's why he exploded Rodos' anger.

"Don't be silly!"

 Pull your wrist back forcefully, regardless of who is holding your wrist.
 reach straight into the sheath of one's lower back
 Still, it may not have been entirely devoid of reason. Instead of drawing a long sword, he swings it down to the person who was holding his wrist together.

"Oops! What's wrong with you all of course.

 step back into a scabbard Perhaps completely out of action in the match against Ray, the shattered sheath passes a few inches in front of the man.
 The first man to watch the situation opens his mouth dumbfounded.

"I told you when I advised your Highness. I heard that this man, Rodos, has a certain level of ability, but his personally to explode."
"No, isn't this your fault, not me?"

 The man, who avoids all the continuous attacks on the sheath, has no sign of impatience in his expression.
 He continues to talk to the man, avoiding Rodos' attack, as if this situation were commonplace.
 That makes Rodos feel despised, and he speeds up his scabbard.  
 However, if you get bloodshot in your head, the attack will naturally become violent... and the man who is avoiding it may soon get tired of it, so you can easily accept the scabbard that was thrown down with your bare hands.

"Well, will you cut it off?" You can't attack me with your own arm, can you? Let's see him a little more realistic."
"You!"

 The remark must have been quite irritating. Rodos was about to hurl an outcry at him, but the man who first approached Rodos, as if to interrupt him, spoke.

"Blatta, stop it. I came here to bring him in, but what are you going to do to make him angry?"
"... the first thing that offended you was Sobble, wasn't it?"

 Somewhat dubbed Bratta responds, but the dubbed Soble calls out to Rodos without any particular concern.

"Well, there seems to have been a lot of misunderstandings, but let me introduce myself again. I am Sobre, serving Prince Kabazid, the first prince of the Empire of Bestia, with Bratta there."
"...what?"

 Rodos was bleeding, but he still stopped the attack because he heard the word "First Prince."
 The first prince. It is one of the difficult enemies Rodos finds in rescuing the third prince, who he falls in love with at first sight.
 The person who serves such a person is pulling himself out? That's how you think, and maybe you know the connection between yourself and Vihela.
 But for that matter, the other person's attitude seems soft.
 I wondered inside or thought this might be an opportunity.

(You can jump into the other person's pocket to gather information, or you can move in case of emergency... maybe that's how you can help them? Fortunately, I'm going to Ray...)That's all I can think of, and it comes to my mind.
 If we continue to get on the other side, we may be able to fight Ray again.
 Of course I'm not going to betray Dusker, Elk or, above all, Vihela. But if I could fight Ray again, who had trampled on my pride so insensitively, it would have been a great reward.
 When he had gathered his thoughts to that extent, he lowered the sheath of his sword, which was pointed at Bratta.

"Tell me your story,"

 mixed feelings for Ray and the reckoning that it might help Vihela.
 For both Bratta and Sobble, the blatant change in attitude is hardly believable, and in fact Bratta tries to say something.
 But Sobble stopped it and looked at Bratta.
 I could see that even if I were a sovereign, I didn't expect Rodos to swear allegiance from the bottom of his heart to the cabbages, and that it was an act of some sort of some sort.
 It's not that I don't have anything to think about inside, but it still makes a lot of sense to have Rodos on hand, and above all, if you know that you're a calculating opponent, you just have to treat him accordingly from the start.

"Well, Rodos. Let's ask again. Will you pledge allegiance to His Highness Kabazeed and join him?"
"... I see. As you all know, I have something to think of and I'll be your companion. I cannot pledge allegiance to His Excellency Kabazeed, but I can assure you that it will be of service to him."

 Bratta snorts uninterestingly at Rodos telling her so.

"Well, you're the only one who can help us? Don't drag me at all right.

 For Bratta, he probably doesn't like Rodos, who is weaker than himself but receiving special treatment from the Sobble.
 Sobble opens his mouth, as if to seduce such a Bratta and to Rodos.

"Rodos is certainly not a very strong force today. But if you're weak now, you just have to be strong."

 The words from Sobble's mouth are not, if anything, negligible for Rodos, who wants to fight again against Ray.

"What does that mean? Is there a way to be strong so easily?"
"It would certainly be impossible to strengthen Rodos from the ground up. But for example, there are magic items such as bracelets, ankles, necklaces and earrings that replace long swords and leather armour with magic items."
"... give me that magic item?"

 Rodos asks suspiciously, but basically magic items are only natural if they are too many expensive items.
 However, Soble nods to Rodos with a faint smile as if nothing was wrong.

"Our Lord is His Royal Highness Kabazid, the frontrunner to succeed to the throne. Furthermore, magic items are not uncommon, as the Empire of Bestia focuses on alchemy. If I were to say so far, wouldn't you believe me.
"I see. If you become the first prince, will you be able to do you think so?
"That's what it is. I can't make you meet Prince Kabazid in person, though. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

 Rodos nods slowly in response to Sobre's question after a moment of hesitation.

"Oh, if I can really be stronger than I am now... and if I can fight again against Ray, I'll be happy to help you."
"... well, then we'll be happy to welcome you."

 Rodos holding the hand of the extended Sobble.
 Naturally, Rodos has no intention of remaining loyal to Kabazid until the end, nor of betraying Vihela.
 But... the fight against Ray was definitely fascinating.
 Now that he has won himself over to his side, it is conceivable that the first prince, Kabazid, is willing to make some sort of arrangement with his father, Ray, or Dasker, Count of Larkus. And that's why they're trying to use them.
 But Rodos also thinks that's fine.

(Father and Ray are his partners.) There's also a mother. If anything happens, there will be nothing to be done about it, and if we let them know, they'll be able to deal with it. ...but Ray. You'll have to fight me again, I'm sure.)

 As he thinks like that, Sobble turns to Bratta, taking his hand off Rodos.
 He must have felt a slight displeasure in his gaze. Bratta's eyebrows were slightly frowned upon.

"...what?"
"Now that Rodos has joined us, I'm sure Bratta will train him. What do you think?"

 Blatta looks disgusted, as if it had been a predictably tedious story.

"Why do I have to go out of my way to do such a thing?" I didn't allow him to be part of the party, for the most part."
"That's why I want to ask Blatta." Bratta is one of the most powerful of us. If you train someone like that, you'll be able to improve Rodos' ability, and you'll tell me a lot, right? If you exchange swords, you'll understand his character. In that sense, I think he is a good match for Bratta."

 It was a semi-flattering phrase, but it was definitely Soble's real intention.
 It is true that Bratta is one of the most powerful members of the First Prince's faction.
 To keep an eye on Rodos for strange things, and to improve his ability. The proposal was aimed at achieving both ends.
 Bratta can't help but be happy to be complimented. It was even more so, especially when the other person was always nagging at me.

"Well, well, if Soble says that much, may I train him a little?" ...you see, Rodos. I'll train you, so follow me."

 Bratta tells him so and pulls Rodos.
 Soble, seeing it off, smiled contently.