"Winner, noise!"
"'Wow, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!'

　While listening to the referee's voice announcing his victory and the overwhelming cheers that echoed through the stadium, the gaze of noise is directed to Ray, who is lying on the stage.
　Surprise and excitement are floating in the gaze of Ray. There was no sound of cheers coming off the stage.

(In that short period of time, though unskilled, you will master the armor of the hegemonic king. I'm more talented than I am.)

　It's a noise that uses the skill of the hegemonic armor completely, which is worn with compressed magic so tightly that it can be visualized, but of course, it's not as if it's been used freely from the beginning.
　No, it took hours, days, months, even to compress the magic so that it could be visualized.
　Nevertheless, Ray, who is now faint from the sight of noise, was clumsy in the hegemonic armour the moment he saw himself using it.
　Furthermore, he not only wore it, but also used an application technique of partially collecting the armor of the hegemony and moving it at an invisible speed.
　Of course, it's a clumsy technique that can't be said to have been used well, and even the armor of the hegemonic king seems to have been used forcefully with almost all his magical powers.
　This was done because Ray had an extraordinary amount of magical power, but if you think about it the other way around, you could say that he made full use of Ray's extraordinary amount of magical power.

(Genius, should I say so?) It should be described as a natural disaster by the Westian Empire.)

　I am still stronger now because of the skill of armour of the hegemony, the experience of fighting, and other skills I have.
　That's true, but what will happen if Ray, who is unconscious and lying in front of him, gets more combat experience than ever before and is able to use the armor of the hegemony?
　When it comes to the armor of the hegemonic king, the amount of magic will naturally affect his performance if the skill is the same. 　
　When that happened, I couldn't say I could beat Ray...
　Of course, I have no intention of losing.

(And above all...)

　He glances away from Ray and looks at his own magical sword.
　The word 'corrosion' leaked from Ray's mouth when he was fighting.
　The moment I heard it, a sort of impatience ran down the noise's spine that I hadn't felt it in a long time.
　Probably just like the armor of my hegemony, it's not magic but skill.
　And, given the name of corrosion, it is likely that the skill of corrosion will literally rot both in the form of weapons and bodies.
　It's actually a skill that only works for metal weapons, but noise that doesn't know the details of corrosion doesn't.
　Anyway, touching Death Size probably spoils your own magical sword. With that in mind, this battle was fought with little or no death size, and he was always attacking with his fist.
　Even if it corroded if touched, it was expected that his body, which was wearing the armor of the hegemony, could prevent it.
　On the other hand, wearing the armor of the hegemony is only one's own limbs, and even if it is closely attached to the body like armour, the magic sword is too far from the body, so wearing the armor of the hegemony is only a handle that is tightly grasped.
　The noise was misleading or overbought, but in the end it was never wrong, and it was the best choice for Ray to deal with corrosion.
　If noise had underestimated the skill of corrosion, the magical sword, which had repeatedly been struck with death size, might have been corroded and decayed halfway through the blade. 　
　Of course it's a magic sword used by noise. It is undoubtedly quite high performance, and it is possible that the blade of the sword would not have gone bad. But noise didn't want to equal Ray to such a bet.
　... well, it's right that I couldn't.
　Indeed, if you look at Ray, who is now lying on the stage like this, and if you look at the results of the game, it's a battle that you've been overwhelming all the time, and he's been able to do very little, and it's almost like he's been played unilaterally.
　But...

(What does anyone who has never experienced that time complain about?)

　clench one's tongue inwardly at the many words one hears
　Many of the words say that crimson is nothing, nobody can beat him immovable, and that he must have known his place.
　Of course, there are other voices praising Ray for his good work, but I'm still sick of the audience blaming him for his disdain.
　It wasn't interesting to be told like that that about someone who had experienced the same time as me and had already stepped into the same height as me.

"No, noise player".

　That's probably why the umpire was lucky to have spoken to him before his cheerfulness in the fight against Ray was smeared with negative emotions.

"What?"

　It was a short retort of noise, but I guess there was still an afterglow of battle somewhere I hadn't felt for a long time. The referee, who called out to the noise, gasps his breath.
　Still, the moment I was frightened by the noise was the only time I was in charge of refereeing in the final of this competition.
　There are naturally a lot of referees on the steering committee, and referees change from day to day. Being in charge of refereeing the final game means that you are such an excellent person.

"Well, the awards ceremony will be held an hour later. I'd like a noise player to prepare for that."
"...I see,"

　Come to think of it, there was something like that. There is no emotion already expressed in the murmuring gaze of the noise.
　It gives the referee a sense of strangeness, as he watched the laughs he even made during Ray's game.
　However, Noise does not care about such a referee and approaches Ray, who is still unconscious, and gently lifts him up. And for the other hand, a death size.
　Is it unique to a Rank S adventurer to easily lift a death size over 100kg?

"No, noise player?"
"I know. make it to the awards ceremony Can't you leave Ray like this? So will Ray attend the awards ceremony?"
"Yes, because we are both winners and runners-up. But if he doesn't seem to be conscious, I won't force him to."
"All right. Then I'll take Ray to the waiting room."

　The noise that goes away carrying a ray, holding a death size from the stage.

'It's amazing, it's amazing! It couldn't have been more amazing. What's amazing is that we could hardly see the fighting going on. If they disappear, they appear, and if they appear, they disappear again. I've never seen such a fight before, although I've usually done it in other stadiums. Give me a generous round of applause!"

　a storm of applause from the stands at the actual words
　Against this backdrop of applause, the noise was passing away from the player's entrance without feeling anything.





"...noise! If you kill him at once, he'll save you trouble."

　a man muttering abominably as applause echoes from the stands
　Each man around it nods in agreement.

"Not at all, if we hadn't killed him here, it would certainly do harm to the Empire of Bestia."
"Yes, yes. Such a great opportunity..."
"What happened to the bell of repose, Count Schvindell?"

　The count Schwindell shakes his head in displeasure, though questioned by the nobles around him.

"I attacked him, but... he seems to have failed."
"What!? With all that information, you'd put off the attack, and then you'd be ready!"
After all, they are both low-ranking people.'
"Not at all. It was a mistake from the beginning to rely on such people."

　All at once complained about the bell, but the only way for the Counts of Schwindell and his followers was to rely on it.
　No matter how hard we struggle, we can't beat Ray. That ability proves that he has won the championship to the finals.
　Most importantly, that Rank S adventurer is no match for immovable noise... but it's true that we've fought each other.
　The battle of noise since the start of the main battle is that everything is clearly controlled. But the only real fight was against Ray.(That's why we have to rely on the bell of repose, including the bell.) ...that's pathetic. Who would hold the title of earl of the glorious Vestian Empire? But... still, he can't get rid of this grudge. I'm sure... I'm sure I'll pay the price. even if this is a grudge against him.)

　He felt dangerous about the flames of revenge burning inside him, but he still gave himself up to the dangerous feeling.





"Ray... lost?"

　It was in the guest room that I muttered.
　Rodos mutters disbelieving what he saw.
　Those who are called the First Prince's group around Rodos look at him.
　pity, ridicule, sympathy, disgust Some of them were somehow adoring, but Rodos didn't notice it.
　All I can do is stare at Ray walking off the stage with the noise on his back.
　Against Rodos' back, Bratta calls out.

"Oh, no, what am I surprised at?" Did you really think crimson would win?"
"That's..."

　Under normal circumstances, it's strange to think that a Rank B adventurer can beat a Rank S adventurer.
　Rodos understood it of course, but Ray... thought so.
　He was a Rank A adventurer and even beat his own father, who was nicknamed the Axe of Thunder God.
　He had no intention of comforting Rodos... but Perfiel spoke.

"But this was the only game in which the noise was somewhat serious among those who participated in the competition. I've only heard of the armor of the hegemony, but I never thought I could see it with my own eyes."

　The tone is an admiration for Ray.
　Even if you lose, you shouldn't be laughed at because it's the noise of a Rank S adventurer.
　In fact, if anyone is laughing at Ray today, can he beat the noise? Or I wanted to ask if it would be as good a fight as Ray.
　With that in mind, when I look around, a few people in the guest room look away or nod in agreement, expressing frustration or shame.

"Well, it was definitely a worthwhile final. ...no, seriously. It's only known as crimson, you know."

　Some people say something like that, perhaps because they wanted to change the atmosphere in the guest room.
　Each nods slightly to agree with it.
　No one here can nod with confidence when asked if he could fight Ray.
　Even Blatta and Perfeil, who are confident in their own power, will not be able to say that they will win if they remember the battle.

"When His Highness Kabazid takes the throne... it may be that man who stands in front of him."

　In a muttering from Perfiel's mouth, most people on the spot imagine the future in which they will face Ray on the battlefield, freezing their spine.
　Still, no one says no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, because they are so loyal to their Lord.

"I'll tell you, I'm not going to give up my fight against Ray." That's the condition of my cooperation with you."

　In the midst of this, Rodos' voice echoes in the guest room, and those who hear it nod with variously.
　If they could fight against crimson on their behalf, they would welcome it, if they could exhaust their strength even a little, if they wanted to kill themselves, if they could not lose their spirit to challenge themselves, etc.
　However, few of them really think Rodos can beat Ray... no, it's safe to say he isn'
　It's only natural that Ray has shown that much ability.

"Then I think it's about time I gave Rodos the magic item I promised him.

　Rodos nods to Bratta's voice, which echoes through the room.
　I haven't received any magic items that will somehow be handed over to me.
　He says he finally has the power and can engrave his name on Ray.

(However, it will take some time to master magic items.)

　Rodos muttered inwardly as he watched the steering committee preparing for the awards ceremony on stage.