"Well... what...?"

　With such a cry, Ray regains consciousness.
　Get up and see where you are with a half-asleep mind.
　a familiar or unfamiliar to
　I just look around... I notice a figure on the sofa that I was sleeping on, and I wake up quickly.
　The reason why I acted as if I were standing up from the sofa right after seeing the noise was because I had a strong memory of the final.

"I think you're up,"
"Noise... this is... no, what the hell is this?"
"It's the waiting-room addressed to you," Do you remember the final?"

　For some reason, Ray sits on the sofa as he looks nervous and stupid at the noise.
　Close your eyes... and remember what happened before you fainted.

(Final... yes, I did fight the noise.) Can you even describe it as a battle? If anything, it's better to describe it as a one-sided attack.)

　What passes through my mind is the compression of the magical power and the noise I wear.
　I used almost instinctive magic to do the same, but I lost in the end.

"You lost, did you?"

　As he muttered, Noise sat on the sofa and nodded.

"Yes, but it's true that I've rarely taken it so seriously in the last few years."

　Ray doesn't reply specifically, but covers his face.
　The pain in the right rib and minor scuffs suffered in the final disappeared as he stepped off the stage.
　Ray realized the effect again, but he breathed out without having time to think about it.

(I felt the difference in ability with noise when I first met him. But... yes, I thought if I could win, I might win.)

　About a year and a half has passed since Ray came to this world called Elgin. We've survived many battles in the meantime, but we've still won everything.
　...well, there were exceptions like Rich's Grimm.
　Above all, I'm proud that I've somehow outperformed the likes of Rank A adventurers Elk and Digma.
　Still... I couldn't even get the noise in front of me to take it seriously.
　No, of course, he must have meant it. It's quite different from training your opponents at least until the semifinals, because you've given them the strength to fight.
　But that's all I've got to do in the end of the day. They might have been able to exert a certain amount of strength, but it is true that they could not be driven to the point where they would do their best or do their best.

(Strong. Of course, I didn't think I'd be second to anyone at this point, but I didn't think there was such a difference in ability.)

　The noise that had been looking at Ray in such a thoughtful way eventually opens its mouth.

"You don't have to be so depressed. You used my hegemonic armour just by looking at it. In terms of income and expenditure, it would be a big plus."
"Is that the name of the skill?"

　Ray didn't understand the meaning of the word "heikwang's armor" for a moment, but when he heard the word "heikwang's armor" he immediately realized what it was like.
　And he probably understood it in Ray's words. Noise also nods and opens his mouth.

"Yes, that skill I used. That's the armor of the hegemony. It's not a popular name, though. I never thought anyone else could use it but me.

　The words are accompanied by a fierce smile.
　But when I look at the noise smile, I realize that I'm not as afraid as I used to be.
　For example, palm. When I first met the noise, just talking face to face made my palm sweat.
　But I don't feel threatened at all by the fact that they now face each other and even smile that noise is belligerent.
　No, it's not exactly that I don't feel threatened. Just facing each other in this way, I understand that noise is extraordinarily strong, and above all, I couldn't doubt it beyond my own experience.
　But how can you be so unconcerned?
　Ray's prediction was that, although he didn't know why, it was probably because he actually fought the noise and felt some of its power.
　Regardless of Ray's appearance, Noise continues with a fierce smile.

"There have been some people who have said that they would like to use the armor of the hegemony. Of course, they were all capable, but no one could acquire them. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . His nickname, crimson, wasn't Date either."
"You seem to be complimenting me, but I lost without you at all?"

　I'm surprised to hear that remark coming out of Ray's mouth, which is unusual for noise.
　just a few seconds Eventually he opens his mouth with a chuckle.

"That's natural. How long do you think it took for me to use that hegemony's armor? You certainly used that hegemony's armor. But I only used it. I'm not used to it. In general, it is nothing but immaturity that can exert such a level of performance while using such magical powers."

　It would have been a legitimate argument to come out of the mouth of noise.
　Knowing it, Ray doesn't say any more words of repulsion.
　In fact, the skill of the hegemonic armour that I used was far from that of noise.
　While watching Ray, the noise mutters with a wry smile.

(It's strange that I could do that much by imitating others.) How long did it take me to concentrate the armor of the hegemony in one place and maintain it at least a little?）

　He muttered to Ray like that, and spoke again to him again.

"If you continue to grow like this... you can beat me eventually." That day may come."

　a pickle
　When Ray heard the words coming out of the mouth of the noise, he stopped moving... for a few seconds. open one's mouth confirming

"Is that true?"
"Oh, what happens if I lie here in the first place? Of course, it doesn't mean that I lie right away. It would be necessary to get through rigorous training and actual warfare."

　Or he might become stronger outside the armor of the hegemonic king, which is said to be his own unique skill.
　It was by no means impossible, given Ray's unusually rapid proficiency in combat. No, if you're looking for other strength instinctively, it's better. That way you won't feel bored.
　I feel lonely because I have risen to the heights, but I speak in the hope that this boredom will eventually disappear.

"By the way, the awards ceremony for the competition will be held soon. The referee has told me to come out if Ray can, but is that OK?"
"...yes,"

　mutter, get up from the sofa where you were sitting, and check your condition.When I got off the stage, my injuries were gone, but I'm still just in case.
　for a few seconds open one's mouth to make sure one doesn't feel particularly uncomfortable

"No problem,"
"Well... oh, your weapons are there."

　A death-size figure lying on the floor at the end of the eyes of the noise.
　When Ray saw it, he looked at the death size lying on the floor with a blank look on his face.

"Did you bring this...?"
"Oh, you should have left me?"
"No, thank you and thank you for bringing it. It's just... You've been able to hold it well. Ordinary people can't have it... Well, I see. Is it the armor of the hegemony?'

　You've noticed very well. the noise that makes Ray smile like that
　The noise was seen all over his body in the final, but in the first place, he showed his high-speed movement, which was thought to have used his armor, even in the fight to the semifinals. In other words, it means that the armor of the hegemonic king can be effective without wearing dense, compressed magic in a way that is visible to people around him.

(And the way Luzzi stopped Claymore's thrust with the point of his sword. Being able to do such a thing means that he is perfectly in control of the armour of the hegemony.)

　I can understand it immediately, but I can understand it only because I wear the armor of the hegemony. It's true that I'm one step closer to the intensity of the noise. However, that makes the difference in ability with noise even more obvious.
　At least I can't control the armor of the hegemony so delicately.

(It's a long way...

　There is no sign of despair in his eyes, even though he mutters privately. He smiled as ferocious as the noise was at the sight of the object to challenge.
　You must have noticed it. The noise also seems interesting, fierce, and can't wait to fight again.
　They are already eager to fight again, though it has not been long since the end of the war.
　That's how boring the noise is, and Ray touches the death size, expressing his determination to overcome the clear barrier he's created for the first time.
　I put it directly in the mistling, and I was impressed.
　The ferocious smile on my face until just a few seconds ago had already disappeared.
　Ray opens his mouth to remember the first time he met Noise with a wry smile.

"Itembox?" Mine is bag-shaped, but..."

　It's a term for noise, but there's no bag of item boxes I've seen before at the waist of noise.

"Now that you mention it, I've said it before. But I don't think you have it?"
"Huh? Oh. If you know I have an item box, you're usually targeted. That's the last thing I can do with him. They don't bring it to places that stand out like competitions."
"Did you choose the one that doesn't cause trouble by balancing the benefits and troubles of item boxes?"

　You're the exact opposite of yourself. That's what Ray tells me so.
　This is Ray, who has been proudly using the item box since he was in Gilm.
　Of course, quite a few have attacked the box, but most of them have already left for the other world. Others were to regret more or less.

"Well, tell me about it later. There's an awards ceremony right now, right? Shall we go?"

　Ray, who gently slaps the dragon lobe to clean the dirt and tells you to look at the noise.
　Seeing it, the noise nods in a small way and confirms the condition of his equipment, telling Ray to learn.
　Watching the scene, Ray's expression comes to mind as a complex expression.
　This is because in the final game the equipment could not be damaged enough to contaminate the noise.
　I've used magic, but the effects are limited.

(though it's the same here.)

　He was repeatedly punched or attacked in the right side. Still, Ray's Dragon Robes are not damaged or dirty at all.
　Naturally, there are some differences. Compared to the noise that wasn't really damaged, Ray's body was directly damaged by pulling out the dragon lobe.

(Is that technology also the effect of the hegemonic armour? ...No, maybe not.) seem completely different in lineage Then it's a completely different skill, isn't it? ...Rank S? once again far away)

　Whispering, he leaves the waiting room with a noise.
　When we were walking towards the stage silently instead of talking about anything in particular, we saw figures running down the aisle.
　The figure opens her mouth relieved to see both Noise and Ray.

"That's good, it doesn't seem a problem for both of you to attend the awards ceremony. Preparations for the awards ceremony have already been completed on the stage. ...but today is only an extraordinary awards ceremony, and I think the official awards ceremony will be held at the castle at a later date. and as for his request for the prize, I would like him to give it to the Emperor at a later awards ceremony."
"No problem,"
"All right,"

　Noise and Ray nod and receive explanations for the awards ceremony.
　The busiest part of the awards ceremony, however, is simply the noise of the winner, and Ray, the runner-up, is almost always listening to what he says, so much so that he can turn his attention to what he wants for a prize.
　That was the end of the explanation, when noise and Ray were about to emerge from the player's entrance to the stage.
　In this short period of time, the ceremonies have been arranged to look good, and the audience is cheering for themselves.

　It's roaring!

　Suddenly, such explosions echoed from somewhere, surpassing the cheers of the spectators in the stadium.