If there are a few reasons why I came forward as a dueling agent, one of them is a personal grudge.

　A personal grudge against the male character I'm trying to attack.

　Five men who were forced to attack me in a maiden game that my sister forced me to play in a previous life.

　What is the point of hitting on a bastard and listening to his sweet lines?

　These thoughts came back to me, and they whispered to me.

　Do it," he whispered.

　In the arena.

　We cleared the debris and other obstructions, and the box that brought the arrogants was taken out of the arena.

　As I stood in the center of the arena waiting, I noticed that something was wrong with His Highnesses.

　Alloganz's microphone picked up the voices of His Highnesses.

'I'll go. Brad's soft bastard is certainly weak, but that thing is a marvel. You guys are too much for him.''

'-you've been licked. Do you think I can beat you?

　Greg and Chris were arguing, and His Highness and Zirk were looking at me.

''That Baldfalt guy was a dungeon conqueror. ''I see, so he had this much armor and that's why he's so confident.''

I guess it's a lost article. But I've never heard of such strong armor lying dormant. From the looks of it, it looks like a power type.

　The atmosphere in the arena was buzzing with the fact that a madness had occurred.

　I'm going to lose - there are a lot of students who don't doubt that their highnesses will win. Many of them are also spending a lot of money as a bonus.

　In the voices that Mike picks up, there is a reassuring voice that says, "If you don't get this much done, there's no point in coming to watch," or "But it's over next time, right?

　Luxion was correcting the data.

''I've revised the method of fighting with the spear from the battle data I just gave you.

Thank you. Oops, now Greg.

　Once inside the red armor, decorated in gold, he descends into the arena with a large spear.

　Luxion checks the condition of his opponent.

''I can see the repair points on the surface. Based on the wounds and other factors, it seems that he has experience in combat.''

Yeah, he's strong. He's strong, but you know...

　Greg Fow Seberg is the most active adventurer of the five, as well as the roughest looking. And he's the type of guy who puts a lot of emphasis on actual combat.

　That's fine.

　I've always thought of him as a character that I could rely on in the game, too, in terms of combat.

　Gregg is pointing his spear at me.

'Baldfalt, you say. I'll keep that name in mind. But this is the last time you're going to get carried away. I'm sure you got some powerful armor from the Lost Items, but that's just the power of the armor. It's not your power.

　That's exactly what I want to applaud for a good argument that can't be refuted one way or another.

'So what?'　You're a guy who talks a lot, as I thought at the party. If you want to chat, take me out for tea next time.

　I tried calling him a "mouthy bastard" in a roundabout way, and the effect was immediate.

''........I'll crush you!

　The referee announced the start of the match.

'Begin!'

　He swings his spear and closes the distance between him and me.

　It seems that they have seen the battle just now, and they don't intend to let me attack them. They are going to be attacking me continuously, but...

''Oraa!　What's the matter with you?　It's not like this!'

　Prevented by the shovel that had a series of attacks such as spearing, slashing, and paying off.

　In addition to the sparks caused by the clash of metal against metal, the opponent's spear was really dazzling because it was tinged with a faint light.

　However, this guy--''

''His movements are good. He also has guts. But hey........you should stick to your tools more!

　When the spear was flicked off with the shovel, the opponent lost his balance due to the performance difference in the armor. Because it was a lightweight type, the difference in weight also caused it to be played off.

　Greg's red armor was flying through the air, trying to get a distance.

　Originally, the armor was also a flying weapon.

　However, he reached out his left hand and grabbed Greg's right leg.

''This, this guy!

　He attacked my left hand with a spear, but I didn't need a single wound.

　The armor Greg was using was old-fashioned armor, just dressed up and mass-produced.

　This man, despite his abilities, doesn't care about the tools as much as the game does. He probably thinks that obsessing over tools is second-rate.

　Because of this, I often sank in the war part of the game, and there were many times when it was game over each time.

　Let go of that weird pride!

　Aroganz's left hand grips the right ankle of Greg's armor. I know he doesn't have his own foot there, so I squeezed it, but many girls don't know the construction of the armor, so Hee!　I heard a screeching voice say, "I'm sorry.

　I pulled back and thrust the shovel into his head. I let go of the shovel and grabbed it with my right hand to cover and crush the left hand holding the spear.

　The large spear Greg was holding also bent with a sound.

'Here, here, try to run away~'

　As if to tease him, he grabbed his right hand this time and squeezed it, and I heard Gregg shout.

'Godd*mn it!　Let go!

I'm not going to let you go, all right?

　He let the aircraft's performance destroy Greg's armor. Greg himself pulls out the arm of the armor, being careful not to hurt it.

　Greg's flesh and blood arm comes out.

　The size of the arrogants is more than one size larger than the average armor.

'Are you enjoying tormenting me!　You're not a man!　If you're the knight, go fight like one.　You're only winning because of your armor!'

　I complain as he shouts something.

'A knight?　I'm not an official knight yet. In addition, if I have to say, if you show up to a duel in old-style armor and lose, is it because of the armor?　You should be ashamed of yourself for not being prepared for the new model. No, you should be ashamed of yourself for underestimating it. But it's good to have an excuse. I was defeated by the performance difference in my armor, you know!

　Pulling off the chest armor of the armor, Greg's face was revealed.

　His face slowly turns from surprise to anger, as if he is frustrated that he can't get his hands and feet in front of the overwhelming power.

　Like a child destroying a toy, Aroganz destroys Greg's armor like a child destroying a toy. If I were Greg, it would be a traumatic sight.

　Well I'm not going to stop him!

　When Greg realizes that his armor isn't working, he goes outside and stands in front of me with a piece of armor.

"f*ck you!　I'm not defeated yet. I'm going to fight to the death!'

　I'm even impressed that he doesn't care about the tools and believes in his own power - no, I don't care. This guy gave me a hard time, too.

''Yeah, but...''

"Let's get on with it!

　Against Greg, who repeatedly slashed at me with pieces of armor, I was unresisting.

　Because there's no damage.

　In the first place, there is a difference in power between armor and the flesh that is unmatchable.

''--You don't like to bully the weak, do you?

　Then Greg stopped moving.

'What did you say? What did you just say?!'

I said, "I can't pick on someone as weak as you guys.

"f*ck you!　When will we ever stop bullying the weak--

'Ahahahaha!　You really talk a lot, don't you? Well, he must have had a lot of confidence in his abilities since he was willing to show up in old-fashioned armor to take people for a fool, but there are plenty of people your size out there. I'm not the best in terms of ability either, and I was hoping for a little bit of a showdown when I called for a duel, and now here we are... you're really a small fish. I don't want to spend too much time on this little fish, but it's not going to look good, so I want to get this over with. You don't understand this feeling~

　You're weak, I told him in a polite, far-fetched way.

　How sweet I am.

''Aaaaahhhh!''

　Gregg attacked me while shouting, but his appearance was more pathetic than brave. The opponent who called me a small fry in front of a large number of people, treated as a small fry and lost.......too miserable and heartbreaking. Well, it's a lie.

　These guys should know what they're capable of.

　The referees are going to stop the quicksilver.

'....Winner, Leon Fow Baldfalt. Greg Fow Seberg, step back. Kudos to both of you for a job well done!'

　At the sound of the unchallenged, sympathetic referees, Greg collapsed from his knees and sat there.

　The inside of the arena was paraplegic applause for us.

　I mutter.

'So that's three men left.'

　Luxion's guy is cold to me.

''What a terrible result. An ordinary person would be hesitant to push an opponent to this point.''

I don't know. These guys need to get real, you know. They don't like people who get carried away.

"Would you like me to get you a mirror?　That's a fitting word for a master.'

　........I'm aware of it, but it still makes me angry when it's said.

◇

　The students in the audience were donning the crowd.

'That was a terrible fight right there. That ain't the way knights fight, man.'
You're an idiot, you're a duelist.
'Now we're without two. Well, Chris will stop you...

　The crowd was saying that Greg was surprisingly not much of a duelist.

'He's actually weak, isn't he?'
'The actual battle was - and this is the extent of it, even though it was May.
'It's a shame, because I had high hopes for you. I'm not interested in weak men.

　Angelica is in a cold sweat over the nature of her match with Greg.

'Can you show the difference this far?'

　Angelica doesn't think Greg is weak.

　It was more that Leon was too strong.

　Greg was too unlucky. He had the idea that relying on tools was second-rate, and he was dealing with old-style armor... Angelica could see from his eyes that he was not able to stand up to the latest model even if he had prepared the latest model.

　It was a match with that much of a difference in power.

(In the first place, would they be an opponent with the armor available in the kingdom?

　Olivia was a little angry.

'I'm glad Rion-san won, but that was too much. You should apologize to Mr. Greg later!'

　Angelica shook her head at Olivia, who seriously thought so.

'Don't do it. You'll only hurt Greg's pride even more.''

　However, Angelica just looks down in a small way.

(.........Bullying the weak, huh? I guess I'm just a little girl too, if it's Baltophart.)

　When Leon agitated Greg, he said, "Just like you guys". I'm guessing that the thing was a sarcasm to Julius and the others who kept blaming him for not having any allies at the party.

　I don't know if he was aware of it or if it was unconscious.

''I see.......I'm weak. I'm miserable. More--''

　Angelica looked up at the sky.

(She wanted to be stronger.)

◇

　When the arena was cleared out, it was Chris' blue armor that came down.

　He was holding a large, large sword in each hand and also carried a different kind of sword on his back.

　The young swordsman - not a swordsman, but a swordsman.

　In the game, he was higher in rank than just a swordsman, a sort of title that recognized his abilities.

　His father was a swordsman and he was apparently raised strictly from an early age.

　He is calm, but not good at expressing his emotions.

　But the invincible swordsman-sama with a sword I didn't like this guy either. It's partly because he was a difficult character to capture, but this guy only uses the sword.

　Because of that, he didn't have a long-range attack, so he made me struggle in the war part. I mean, he had so many quirks with the three of us, including Chris, that it was game over many times.

　Just remembering it now, I'm pissed off.

　Chris, who held a sword as big as his armor, resembles the stance of the showy style, if you want to put it in a past life style. It is a stance with his hand next to his ear.

　Chris spoke.

''- I'm not going to let my guard down like the two of you. I'll give it my all from the beginning.''

Okay. Well, I'll give it my all.

　He's still annoyed that I still have a shovel, and he's getting at me.

'How long are you going to keep those tools around?　I don't belong here.'

That's not for you to decide, is it?

　The referee announced the start of the game.

"First!

　--Well, I think he's a strong character, for what it's worth. In fact, unlike the other two, he doesn't seem to be letting his guard down either.

　There is no hesitation in the movement as it slashes towards me in a straight line.

'Luxion, deploy the drones.

"Deploying drones.

　One by one the drones came out of the weapons container behind them while backing up. The spherical drones had firearms attached to them.

　There were eight of them.

''Huh?''

　I turn to Chris, who looks surprised, and I say, "Start firing...

Let's start firing.

　I pulled the trigger on the control stick, and with that, the drones started firing at Chris' blue armor.

　Chris tried to avoid them in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do when he was surrounded by eight drones. He let the damage accumulate as the drones with machine guns attached to them attacked him.

　He thought he couldn't win if he was on the defensive, so he tried to attack the drones, but it was Luxion who was operating them.

'It's useless.'

　If they tried to attack any of them, the drones that came around would attack them in the back.

　But Chris also responded quickly and took measures to prevent it from getting around as it dropped down to the wall. It's good that he took it, but........

'Yes, it's a dead end. Will you admit defeat?

　Chris gets emotional as I carry the shovel and barely move.

'You are!　You're not content to fight like this, are you?　There's not a shred of chivalry in it. Fighting like this!''

　I admit to an obsession with swords, but to be clear, I'm not interested.

'Is that all I'm trying to say?　This isn't a match. A duel is a killing match, no matter how much you try to make it up. Can't we rely on guns?　I haven't heard of any such rules, have I? Shouldn't I be the one dealing with the five of you in the first place, and shouldn't I be pitied?　No, I'm sorry. I only need to do five one-on-one sessions, so I don't blame you for not feeling sorry for this one. But still, the difference is so overwhelming that I was certainly thinking about taking it seriously. Let's also consider the fair and honest chivalry you guys are talking about.

　As I continued to talk about the flap, Chris tried to move. There's no way Luxion would miss it, and all at once, eight drones float around me and start shooting.

　Chris, who couldn't move immediately, bent down, using the great sword as a shield.

''Foolishly.......no one will approve of a fight like this!

No, thank you. It's all about results. You lose and I win. Not many people are going to care about the process. Yeah, but I'll say you did a good job. If I say you lost without honor, I'm gonna have a problem with that.

''Whoa!

　Chris, pushing through the rain of bullets and coming to me with guts, swung his great sword down. I'm not going to be able to get to the bottom of it.

''As expected of the strongest swordsman, well done!''

　Smoke blows out of his armor and the referee declares the winner.

'Chris Fear Arkwright is out of combat!　

　When I declare my name, I don't know how I feel about the power of my words.

　I heard a sobbing voice from inside my armor.

''........Why. Why did I lose? I've worked harder than anyone else. I worked harder than anyone else ... and I wanted to be recognized.''

　I feel sorry for Chris, who had to make an effort because of his family situation, but I don't care, because that's not the same thing as this.

'You brag about your misfortune to your girlfriend, don't you? She'll feel sorry for you.

It's so rubbish.

　Luxion's words strangely stuck in my mind. No, I'm wondering if I've gone a little too far, too.

◇

　A voice of concern rises in the audience.

'Oh, hey, Chris lost it,'
What? That's not fair.
''Hey, Rion, you got a baronetcy by conquering a dungeon solo, right?　Maybe it's strong?
Well, wait. So the game is going to be decided?　I've put all my money on the line!

　The audience was impatient to learn that the bet they thought they would win was not the case. At the same time, the students who had been making fun of Leon were beginning to change their perceptions.

　Olivia looks like she's about to cry.

I'm happy that Rion-san won, but this is too much.''

　Angelica said to Olivia.

'Don't be a fool. This is a man who could have lost Leon if he wasn't careful. That's how wary he was of his opponent.'

Oh, really?

　He nods and talks about Chris.

'He's a nobleman of the court, of the status of an earl. It's a house of swordsmanship instructors. Chris's father is the best swordsman in the kingdom, and he has earned the title of swordsman. He himself is a step down, but he is a man who has earned the title of swordsman.

　Olivia was honestly impressed.

'It's great, isn't it?'

Yeah, he's a great guy.

(The fact that even a man like that couldn't get his hands and feet to work....well, I guess my milk brother Zilk must be in a hurry.)

　Looking at where Julius and the others were, she couldn't see Zilk or his armor.

　Julius was consoling the pale Marie, and Angelica's chest tightened in pain when she saw him.

(.........Your Highness.)

◇

　As Chris was carried out of the arena and headed to the infirmary, Zirk was preparing for his next fight.

　He gives instructions to the armor mechanic.

'Load all the weapons you can find. We will use magic bullets as well.

　The mechanic's eyes widen.

'It's not something you'd use in a match!

This is a duel!

　He was so impatient that the normally gentle Zilk was losing room.

　The green armor had feather-like decorations on each section.

　Such armor was given a heavy rifle and an axe instead of a sword. It is equipped as if you are going to the battlefield.

'Can you remove the ornaments and attach additional armour? Also, I'll have some kind of grenade prepared for you.

　The mechanic was in trouble.

'Mr. Zilk, we're at the limit with the parts we have now.

　Zirk turned over and then looked up.

'No matter. Do the best you can.'

　Without looking at the people around him who were hurriedly changing their equipment, Zilk was thinking about how to fight in his head.

(If I don't stop it with me at all costs. Even if I can't do that, if I don't do any damage, His Highness' reputation).

　Milk brothers, best friends........but Jirks has lived for Julius. If he lost here, Julius's reputation would be severely diminished.

　For that reason, he decided to resort to all possible means.

　He grabbed one of the bombs that were placed nearby.

''I'm going out for a bit.

　After having his armor equipment refitted, Ziruk leaves the room alone.

◇

Whew, I'm tired.

　We had to take a pause and I was out of my armor and standing tall.

　As I was about to go back to finish the restroom, Olivia and Angelica came running up to me.

'Rion-san, where have you been!

I was worried about you.

　I nod my head at their reaction.

'What?'

　They looked at each other.

'No, well, I heard you didn't look well.

　I narrowed my eyes.

'Me?'　I was just going to the bathroom.

　Miss Angelica was a little suspicious.

'Someone claiming to be your sister has appeared. Her face was confirmed by Olivia but she said she wanted me to see you because of your pale complexion.

　Your second daughter is worried about me?　First of all, it's not possible.

　We haven't seen each other since I picked a fight with His Highness, but I'm sure he's been annoyed. But would he talk to me at this time?

　As I'm thinking this, Luxion speaks to me. The two people in front of me can't hear him.

''Master, the explosives have been set on the aircraft. Master's sister has set it up, but there's someone else who gave the order.''

　.....

　It would be best to consider that I was threatened.

　The school would have been uncomfortable with my fighting with His Highness. Zilk took advantage of that.

　I'm a trash, but Zilk is a trash bastard too.

"Based on our investigation, our next opponent is the most likely to be our next opponent.

　I let out a small sigh.

　To both of us.

'Well my own sister can see that. I've actually been holding out for the big one. I had a stomach ache. I thought I was going to pee.

　When I said that, Olivia was cringing and troubled.

''Well, that can't be helped, can it?

　Angelica gives me a cold stare.

'I suppose there's a better way to say it in front of the girls?

'Yes. I've been picking flowers. We don't have any flower beds in the arena, though.

　When she said that, Olivia giggled.

　Angelica-san is holding her forehead in her hand.

''That excuse ... well, that's fine. If you don't fix it on a regular basis, you'll make a mistake when the time comes. Besides, it's almost time to go.

So, shall we go?

　As we headed to the arena, Luxion gave me the information.

'The explosive set position will be on your back. The armor has an important mechanism there, so they're seriously trying to crush this one. Based on the amount of explosives, a typical armor would involve the life of the pilot inside.''

　The guy who usually seemed to be kind was the scariest of all... sure, it was a common story.

◇

　When I went to the arena, my second daughter was not there.

　Well, I'm thankful that I don't talk to her. I don't know what to say either, and more importantly, it's a bomb.......mounted to hide it.

　Angelica-san looks at the other party.

'See, the other party is waiting for you. They're finally getting serious about it.

　Jilk came out of the arena with equipment that could be used in the battlefield.

　When I entered the armor, Luxion was to me.

''It seems to be a type that explodes in response to special magic.''

　There have been bombs like that in the game.

'The Zirk-like types are the scariest. The thing that stands out is his shooting skills, and he has no other characteristics. But in terms of performance, he's also an all-around type that can be used anywhere because he's average outside of shooting, too.

　His Highness excels in melee combat, and Zilk is a character who excels in medium and long range. He is excellent and easy to use without any habits. He was a dependable character in the game.

　Well, it's still difficult to attack and annoying.

　When I landed in the arena, Zilk called out to me.

''-- You are strong. Let's show you some respect.''

Thank you.

　As soon as the referee gives the signal to start, Zilk points the rifle in his right hand at me. He flies through the air from the beginning and even throws a grenade at me when I pull the trigger without question.

'It's a smoke screen.'

You're relentless.

　The surrounding area is surrounded by white smoke.

◇

　Ziruk flies just barely high in the arena, which is surrounded by white smoke.

　Flying too high would disqualify him, so he chose to fight by going up to the very edge and attacking the enemy from directly above with rifles and grenades from there.

'I hope this sinks them.

　He used a move he didn't want to use very often.

　He contacted Leon's own sister and gave her the bomb. Zirk didn't give it to her directly, but he put a male student between them.

　It was to be treated as a student runaway so as not to damage Julius' reputation if the matter became public.

　The arena is shrouded in smoke, but a magic circle emerges in Zilk's eyes. Among them was Rion, who was looking for Jirku in the smoke.

'You're in danger. I'll have to deal with you here.''

　Pulling the trigger of the rifle.

　The anti-armor rifle used by the military has penetrating power. It doesn't look good to take it out to a school duel, but the opponent is Leon.

　You can't say such things to an opponent who has shown an overwhelming difference up to this point.

''........Your life is over as soon as you defy Your Highness. I'll end it here in a spectacular way.

　The bullet hit Leon's head. It's the head of the armor, but if it penetrates at an angle, the person inside is sure to be injured as well.

　However.

''Wha, what?!''

　Rion looks up at the sky as if nothing has happened.

　He waved his hand.

'Tsk!'

　He throws a grenade and then holds his rifle up. With a bolt action, he loads the bullet and pulls the trigger.

　Ziruk used his backhandedness in front of the armor standing in front of him, looking unconcerned to be caught in the explosion. In order to activate the set explosives, he shoots a special magic at Leon. This magic itself meant nothing, but it reacted with the bomb and caused a large explosion.

''If it's a direct hit, it can only do damage!

　However, I couldn't find Rion in the arena. He had disappeared after the blast had stopped.

''Where is he? Where the hell is he?!''

　Such was Zilk's discomfort at the sudden hiding of the sun and the shadows it created. The sky was blue and there wasn't a cloud in sight, he thought.

　When he looked up, he saw Leon right behind him.

''Hey.''

Huh!

　He turns around as he swoops down, and as he holds his rifle up, Rion comes toward him.

　He pulled the trigger, but Rion's armor popped the bullet.

'It should have been a direct hit!

"That was a tough one. In more ways than one.

　Deciding that he could tell a lot of things from the way he talked, Zilk slashed at him with his battle axe. When Rion caught it with a shovel, he spoke to the spectators in the arena so that they could not hear him.

''-- You have no idea what you're doing.

'Look in the mirror and speak up. You're insane.

'Are you going to have a duel with His Highness?　You're just as dead as a nobleman.

'That's good!　Senior class is disgusting!　That's exactly what I'll do if I'm released!　....like you!

　A normal boy would have guessed it if I said so much. Even if they didn't guess, saying the demerits would give them something to negotiate about.

　But Rion was showing a willingness to do the opposite.

　Jirku thought of Marie's face.

　She was a strange woman. She was like a woman who understood herself and then her very own ideal.

　It didn't take long for him to become obsessed.

　She was not in the royal palace. She was truly at ease, unlike the women he was usually around.

'I am!　First time I've met the woman of my dreams!

''Good for you, you'll have one less competitor. Enjoy your love life to the fullest.

　When the rifle caught the attack by Leon's shovel, it was popped and the rifle fell to the ground as it was.

　And Julius's face also comes to mind.

　His precious best friend who seems very happy to talk to me about Marie.

'What do you know!　Your Highness and I really love you!　I don't want exclusivity. I just want her to be happy!

Then why don't you back off?

　Rion was nonchalant, but his attacks were heavy with each blow.

''I will not lose to you by any means. If I intend to do anything to your highness, I will risk everything I have to make you--no, I will make your family responsible for it!

　It was the same person I loved.

　It was sad at first, and he wanted to back down... but it wasn't a love that he could back down from to that extent.

　Zirk was prepared to do anything for Julius and Marie, not for himself.

''........It's not fair to threaten a duel like that.''

Call it what you want.

　The two men were fighting in the sky, and the spectators in the arena were looking up, not hearing any voices in the situation.

　Zilk felt the response and tried to fold up like this - and then he said.

''I will not lose to you by any means. If I'm going to do something to your highness, I'll risk everything I have to make you - no, I'll make your family responsible for it too!"

　-- I heard my own voice, and I heard the earlier line of dialogue.

'Nah, why?'

　I hadn't heard of such magic. Maybe it existed just because they didn't know it, or maybe it was newly developed.

　And it wasn't as if Leon had imitated his voice.

'You were the one who threatened me first. So I decided to threaten you too. Well, I'm going to take this to your parents' house. What do you think your family will think?　Threatening him because he was about to lose a duel is as good as the end of his nobility!　Oh, or maybe I'll let your precious Highness and Marie hear about it.　I'm sure they'll despise you. No, let's submit it to the school after all!　The whole school has to hear it!'

　Zilk quickly regroups.

Well, that's not proof enough for me to hear.

　There was no such thing as a machine or magic to record voices in this world yet. Therefore, there was no concept of using this as proof.

''I wouldn't, but I doubt it, right?　And when they actually put pressure on my parents, people think. "He's the one who did it," you know? So, you think they'll suspect him too?　We all think, right? His Highness would have made him do that!　Your precious Highness's reputation is sure to suffer!''

　Zilk tries to remain as calm as possible as Leon happily proceeds with his story.

　He tries to get through the onslaught of Leon's onslaught, but--''Your Highness is not involved.

''Your Highness is not involved. It's my decision.''

'That's not for you to judge, is it?　People tie it up even if they don't want to... and you guys didn't even listen to me when you were Angelica and you made assumptions.　Why do you think that thing can't happen to us?'

　Zilk was impatient and choked on his words.

　Yes, they hadn't listened to Angelica's side of the story. They ignored Angelica's words that she didn't know about the matter of bullying Marie and that she hadn't given them instructions.

'Oh, that!'

"That's enough-- sink it.

　The moment Leon's voice became cold, Ziruk was trampled in the air and fell directly towards the ground.

　Then, he is slammed into the ground and his consciousness fades away.

''I've bothered my sister, but more importantly, what about the people I threatened?''

　Already, Rion had lost interest in Ziruk. After all, Zilk's armor was slammed to the ground and tattered and unable to move.

　The last thing he thought was--.

Your Highness, it's dangerous. We must not fight.

　That's where my consciousness was cut off.