"Ray, you got through the 5th round... Congratulations!"
'Congratulations!'

　With Vaicul's voice, everyone's cups are raised, and at the same time the words of congratulation for Ray echoes in unison.
　In the past, only three of Furyu's tusks, and Rodos, who is no longer here, would be pleased with Ray's progress.
　But not now. Many people were celebrating Ray's victory in the restaurant in the Eternal Kutei. 　
　The biggest reason why everyone is so happy so far is that the next game is the semifinals, and the top four are confirmed at this point.
　Considering the number of participants from the preliminary round to the competition, the best four of the nearly thousands of participants, including the countries in and around the Empire of Bestia.
　Those who participate in the competition have naturally trained their sights for the day, so the strength of the competition will be considerable, except for those who participate in commemorative events.
　the top four among them
　Furthermore, if such a player appeared from the inn they were staying at, it was only natural that there would be such a stir.
　Of course, quite a few people still have feelings for Ray.
　There are no such people here, and when they are staring at Ray in disgust, they quickly finish their meal as if they don't want to breathe the same air, or they tell the staff to bring food to their rooms and leave.

"Well... when I first heard of crimson, I thought he was such a terrible fellow... I never thought he was such a priest."

　With cold, cold ale nearby, a stout merchant glances merrily at Ray, who is drinking diluted wine.
　Celebration... for food, Ray is putting down his Dragon Robes hood. In other words, the woman's face is exposed to the public without being hidden.
　Some people in the cafeteria look surprised at Ray's bare face, which they had rarely seen in competitions.

"Wow... is that crimson? I can't believe it unless I see that strength with my own eyes at a competition."
"Well, I saw him training in the courtyard, and he was still hooded. It's my first time seeing my real face."

　The adventurers talk to each other, watching Ray enjoy his meal a little further away.
　These two participated in the competition, but lost in the main game.
　...when they were able to get through the preliminary round, it was proven that they had a certain amount of ability, but when they saw Ray win the semifinals, their pride was blown away.
　You must have understood that you can't judge your ability by appearance, but that's also extreme...

"But I never thought I'd make it to the semifinals." What a surprise!"
"Really? They train us and don't even hold us breath." I think it's only natural."

　When Veicul says incredibly, Luzzi says so, biting into a skewer.
　However, there is little admiration for Ray's gaze.
　For Ruzzi, who was defeated in a battle against noise, it is because he believes that even if Ray wins the semifinals and reaches the finals, he will never win.
　Ray felt a little uncomfortable with Luzzi's attitude, but in terms of performance, the noise was clearly more than the noise, so even if he said something here, it would sound like a shame.
　After reading the atmosphere around him, Morst changes the subject, reaching for cheese.

"It's tomorrow's game rather than the final one. for Mr. Ray."
"Well... I see,"

　When I cut my tongue and tried to speak again.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to tomorrow's semifinals. It's the battle between the crimson ray and the dragon bear."

　A man who seemed to be an adventurer, who was celebrating Ray's victory at a nearby table, says so.
　A woman sitting in the same seat as such a man interrupts in a flustered manner.

"Slightly talk to me... at least say hello, don't you? Well, I'm Camina. This idiot is Lazas. I'm sorry for interrupting you so suddenly."

　Both of them are adventurers in their mid-20s, and the one introduced as Lazas gives an interesting look to Ray.

"The dragon's bear.

　Ray muttering to Lazas.
　I know the name of the game because I've seen it several times, and I know how to play against it.
　Even if you're in the semifinals and you're notorious, your strength is guaranteed, but most importantly...

"He's a Rank A adventurer,"

　Listening to Ray's words in an involuntary tone, Ruzzi felt a chill running down his spine for a moment.
　as if a pillar of ice had been stabbed in the back
　It's nothing... that's all Ray said about his opponent's rank tomorrow.

"... Ray?"

　That's why Luzzi calls out, albeit under pressure from Ray's appearance.

"No, it's nothing. I was just thinking about tomorrow's battle. Anyway, he's a notorious Rank A adventurer, and he's an elf."

　By the time he returned, he had already returned to his usual Ray, but Luzzi couldn't speak any more.
　I didn't follow Ruzzi, but Maast, interested in Ray's words, says.

"I guess it's because he's an elf that he's more magical than any other human being, and he can make the most of it as a wizard." I think it's worth seeing them because they're the same type as Ray."
"Right? I think so. That's what I thought, too. You know what I mean."

　Razas smirks at Morst's words and slaps him on the back.
　After being repeatedly slapped on the back by the warrior's strength, Morst nods back, coughing in spitefully.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Digma, who is also a magician but is good at water magic, and is good at high techniques and quick swordplay. In response, Ray, who is good at fire magic and is good at scytheing with overwhelming physical abilities. They look alike, but they don't... do you think they look alike and different?"
"It's unusual to use a sword in an elf," I haven't met so many elves, but most of the elves I know used bow and spirit magic?"

　Ray nods to Veicul muttering a hot, melted potato with a fork.

"That's what the elves I know were like, I only met him when I was on the rank-up exam before. And..."

　Dark elves in Gilm who are suitable to be described as seductive pass through my mind for a moment, but immediately shake my head.
　I know he has a good hand as a wizard, and I know he's good at archery. However, as long as I did not see it with my own eyes, I was afraid to say it carelessly.
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Anyway, I'm glad I can actually fight the infamous Elves. It's too much to say that it's a final adjustment to combat noise."
"That's true, isn't it? In the first place, even if you're notorious, you're notorious. That's Rank A. You're better than I am."

　Lazas cast some dumbfounded gaze at Ray, but if he had known that Ray had previously won a battle with Elk, the nickname for the Thunder God axe, he would have changed his mind.
　But Ray doesn't bother to mention it, too, but carries a gratin-like dish of bacon, cheese and potatoes to his mouth with a small smile.

"Wow... it's obviously full of fighting spirit."
"That's true, isn't it? Because if you win tomorrow's battle, it's the final, and the final opponent is definitely the constant noise. And if you don't burn, you're not a man."

　Veicur and Camina smile and talk to each other about how quickly they got along.But some people say they've waited.

"It would be a problem if all the men were judged to be like Ray."

　Most, the only wizard in the world, told me so.
　She tells them she doesn't want Ray to be with them, but the two women turn their gaze to their party members, namely Luzzi and Lazas.
　I guess we got along because of a similar character. They drank each other's sake and laughed merrily. 　
　If you look closely at it, many people who participated in the celebration were drunk and enjoyed it, and the surroundings were beautifully turned into a chaotic crucible of chaos.

"...what do you have to say?"

　He talks to Vaicul, who sees and inquires at the sight of Luzzi and Lazas, even though he knows it's useless to say so.

"I'm a wizard, not a warrior, so I don't want to be with you."
"Well, that's all right, then." More than that, look. Drink it, for it's a good opportunity."

　Take the words of Maast lightly and press a barrel about 30cm long with wine.
　Morst tries desperately to fight against Veicul, but it must have stimulated Camina's acupuncture point. flock to the morst with a faint flush of cheeks

"Look, look. Another man will get angry at you for refusing your drink. No, will he be happy? Anyway, you shouldn't embarrass a woman."
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"
"No, look, why don't you let him drink from mouth to mouth?"
"Wow! Why does he look like this all of a sudden!? ...and Veicul! You can't take it off!"

　Morst's cane would usually be used to suppress Vaicul's habit of taking off, but now Morst is far from being held back by Camina.
　I turned to the table thinking of Ray's help... and suddenly he disappeared.

"What? Hey, Ray! Where did you go? Don't leave me here! Hey, Ray, come back!"

　Perhaps the reason why he was red in the face was because Camina was near him, or because Vaicul had begun to take off... or because he was drunk.
　If you ask him, he'll say it's because he's drunk.
　But if anyone believed it... it was obvious when you saw no one helping him.





"Well... it's finally settled down,"

　He didn't even help Maast get entangled... no, Ray, who had just escaped from the dining room, had returned to the second floor of the inn.
　If you look out of the window near your room, you'll see the moon clearly because of the lack of clouds.
　look up at the night sky with confidence that tomorrow will definitely clear up.
　Originally, Ray doesn't like alcohol very much. Of course, I don't want to get drunk just by smell, but I didn't want to get drunk if I thought about tomorrow's game.

"The dragon's bear.

　At the cafeteria, I said a lot, but Ray's goal is already only the final.
　Sure, he's strong enough to be a notorious Rank A adventurer, but he's not going to lose if he fights now.
　Of course you'll have to take it seriously so that you won't be caught off guard and lose.

(The best and the worst are different.)

　mutter in one's heart
　I understand that, in my current abilities, it is my enormous magical powers that overwhelm noise. That's why I'm sure you'll be seeing the noise as well. To use my magic to the fullest extent in tomorrow's game, I wanted to avoid it.

(However, there is no point in losing if you give priority to not showing your hand.) I think you should think about it when it comes to the worst of all.

　look up at the night sky again from the window
　The moon there illuminates the earth in the moonlight as if to welcome Ray's game, which will take place tomorrow.

(As I thought, it will be sunny tomorrow.)

　Thinking this way, Ray quickly returns to his room and lies in bed, saying that it would be foolish to stay up late and have a bad effect on tomorrow's physical condition.
　At that time, I felt like I heard a lot of bitter cries from the ground floor, but I thought it was just my imagination, so I went to sleep soundly.