The evil eye is a spell that uses the gaze.
　By looking at it with your eyes, you curse the person you are looking at.

　It's a bit of an unusual curse, but instead of requiring a special talent, the effect is powerful and cannot be returned.
　An ordinary user can only make you sick or have bad luck with it, but witches and others I met in the West used to stare at wild rabbits and kill them for dinner. In the past, there were users who could turn living creatures into stone.
　Not many spells are this powerful.

　However, it was not difficult to prevent them, even for amateurs, and in the West and Islam, protective masks and seals were widely known to ward off the evil eye. Even the simple ones are said to be effective enough.

　And so far, this is the story of a previous life.

　
　Its effects are roughly similar to those of the previous life, such as binding the opponent's movements and making him sick, but the key countermeasure is not spreading at all.
　It's probably because there aren't many evil eye users to begin with, but.......the curse is really underdeveloped here.

　Thanks to this, people with evil eyes are treated as heretics.
　It's not quite persecution, but they seemed to be kept away from it implicitly.
　Well, that area was the same in the previous life as well.

''Well, here we are, the first game of the second round!　The first winner is Seika Lamprogue!

　That's my second game.
　I didn't have to wait for a long introduction to go on stage.

　Yifa, who was completely scared after yesterday's match, cried out that I should give up, but I managed to calm her down and made it to the stage.
　In fact, it's a final match against Kyle, who is on a completely different block, even if they are going to meet.

My opponent is going to be the "Puppet Master" Rabinaire!

　The ground rumbled.
　The thing that came up on stage.......was not a person, but a huge stone doll.

　It stood fifteen or six feet tall, perhaps as high as five meters.
　The body is made of greenish boulders, with letters and magic circles painted all over the body.

'Oops, it looks like a different golem from the last time!　The black golem in the first round didn't put the opposing player's war cudgel (mace) away at all, but can the same move be used against a sorcerer?''

Ho-ho-ho-ho... it's a pleasure to meet the third son of the Countess of Lamprog. It's an honor to meet the third son of the famous Countess of Lamprog in a setting like this.

　Following the golem on stage was a man with long black hair hanging down and a generally languid look.
　He had a similar vibe to a Song Dynasty eunuch, but is there a similar culture?

　I reply normally.

"I'm flattered that you know the third son of a distant nobleman, albeit a little better than you do.
Oh, of course I know because I looked up all the contestants in this tournament, Miina. I know you too.

　The man's smile deepens.

'I know that you are the son of the head of the family's mistress, that at one time you were thought to be without magical powers, that you were given and received a slave from a childhood friend... and, hmmm, the entrance exam...'
Admissions?
'I heard you passed your practical test using the three attributes of fire, earth and water. It's a great talent but on the other hand, you can't use any of the other attributes. Isn't it?
....
"Uh-huh ... look at my golem!

　The man holds out his hand, indicating a golem standing at leisure.

'I'm sure those of you who study magic will understand.　This golem is indeed endowed with five attributes of strong resistance!　Normally, the more species you layer on top of each other, the weaker its effect becomes, but my golem has succeeded in maintaining its effectiveness by making it extremely vulnerable to only a few attributes.
....
''In this golem's case ... it's wind. Huh, it's an attribute you can't handle.
So you're saying that the wind attribute is your weakness?
'Yes. Do you realize how desperate you are right now?

The first game of the second round will begin.

　The whistle for the start of the match rang out.

''How will I fight an opponent whose magic doesn't work for me?　Well, now's the time to give up!

　With a man's shout, the green-gray golem begins to walk.
　I whisper to myself as I choose a Hitogata amidst the pressure of the giant body closing in on me.

I'm sure you'll be able to help me out. Copy that.
It's a sickle-weasel.

　A gust of wind blew.
　The weasel demon appeared with the whirlwind from the distortion of space and attacked the golem with tremendous force.
　It is not a good idea to be able to use your own personal computer, but it is a good idea to be able to use your own personal computer.

　The arena was silent.

''........................Ooh, and!　Rabinaire's golem is collapsing!　Seika player's powerful wind magic knocked me down in a flash!''

Now's not the time to give up.

　He tells the rabbinate, who stands there stunned.

　The long-haired man huffed and smiled a small smile - - and lightly raised his hand to the judge, then turned to a straight face and declared.

''I'm sorry, I surrender.''


****


But that was a close call.

　On the way back to the waiting room in the arena, Yuki said to me in surprise.
　I muttered to myself, and Yuki said in surprise.

"What?　Where is that element in the earlier arrangement?
'Summoners (summoners) aren't allowed to compete in this tournament. If I was caught summoning a demon, I would have been disqualified at worst.

　Scythes always hide themselves with their divine powers, and they're so fast that human eyes can't track them in the first place, so I figured it was safe to start with.
　A weasel with a scythe claw on a whirlwind was no excuse to be found.

''........Goodbye.......''

　I thought he was going to make a small talk, but Yuki just muttered in disgust.
　That kind of thing gets to your heart, so please don't do it.