209 Episode 197: Willing to go to the 17th round rather than the 2nd round

──So which is this victory after all? "

To be clear, it's obvious which is the winner. Serias standing calmly and Serias with her hips pulled down and her hips attached. Needless to say which one has the victory. You can tell from Serias's frightened expression that she has no more willingness to fight.

The match is almost guaranteed for my victory.

As a matter of fact, none of my attacks have reached Cerias since the match began. Conversely, Cerias was overwhelming halfway, and the wind attack actually reached me, albeit it was prevented by the ice barrier.

In the end, I was about to win the reversal with a storm shell I shot, but just before Real hit Cereal, Real literally shattered it and invalidated it.

I wouldn't want to complain about Real's interruption if I had hit Celius directly, because I would have blown it to the fine dust, but it will no longer be a one-on-one friendly match.

Above all, the witness, Forcelin, has not yet signaled a settlement.

"Hey, Forslin-san, don't be afraid."

He said to Forcelin, who had lost his words.

My voice reached my ears and he returned to me.

If you don't get a little better, I'm in trouble.

Forsulin exclaimed me and Celias ... and then crawled through Real's gaze, exhaling heavy.

"I'm sorry. I made it troublesome." "I'm sorry to interrupt the friendly match." "No, I would rather thank you."

After speaking to Real, Fosslin declared.

"... The game ends, as neither party intends to continue the battle." "Even if we go into the second round, I'm all right." "That's it! ! "

He swung his fist to show his will, but Forcelin shouted over me.

She's in the form of friendship, but the root is a duel in which Real and Celias are bet on me. Of course, you have no right to win, but for Cerias.

The only people who know it are those who were there when Serias challenged me to a duel. Unfamiliar to other invited guests.

And it's too bad to hear that I, the race, win the elf, the prince of the Elves. Anyway, if I lose the composition, if it's the other way, it could be a fire.

Body So Forcelin is going to push this "friendly game" and neglect the victory or defeat.

"... Visitors from Diagar-and Real, I hope you've seen Eldaphos's power."

In order to emphasize his grandfather's position, Forslin calls Real away without attaching a “donor”.

The real who was called had a subtle face. He is still unfamiliar with his grandfather.

Eldafoss "And I was able to see Diagar's excellent adventurer abilities, and I think it was truly meaningful."

Forsulin's willingness to manage the situation without leaving the roots of the trouble is unmistakable ...

"I wonder if it fits in this air"

Air ──It wasn't as easy as it could fit in Forcelin's words.

Inviting guests are starting to gaze at the loss of the Prince. . Some of the invited guests are directing outright killings here. It looks like I'm victorious even if the decision isn't made by Forslin, and many people can't forgive that fact.

I was prepared to some extent as it was completely outside.

If this is bad, there is a danger that the dissatisfaction of the invited guests and the aristocracy may be exploded.

Just in case, I keep an eye on the gamers. They seemed to have noticed that the air in the space was in danger, and they nodded with a mysterious look. If anything, you can escape from this place immediately.

In the worst case, let's consider fleeing abroad.

that? Wasn't there something similar before?

Anyway, I'll be ready to activate my newly obtained spiritism. If you run away anyway, be prepared to put an extra-large one in the end at the end of this time, at the end.

"Please wait"

Real waited for Forslin to take control of it.

The steep gaze facing me gathered at Real at a stretch. A beautiful woman shouted at Lin's voice, taking in the attention of the invited guests.

"... What happened to Real. Did you complain?" "I want you to leave this game to me while being rude."

Forsulin, despite his harsh expression, raised his eyebrows when he heard Real's words.

Real continued looking straight at Forslin's face.

"In this game, it seems that we were not prepared for each other due to the sudden decision, and it seems that both have not been able to demonstrate their ability."

The story based on "lack of preparation" is almost an excuse for the loser, but it would be different if Real would do it. She is Diagar's side as a camp.

"Re, Real ..."

──The Serious guy still keeps his hips down, but he looks at Real's face with an emotional look from his stunned appearance.

Because the dialect of Diagar Real sounds like a defense of the deficiencies on the Eldaphos side. He also prevented me from releasing the "storm shells", and I think he was "protecting the honor".

Diagar side In fact, it is the position that is protected by Real. It is completely misunderstanding because it is an action based on the atmosphere of this place. You probably don't know, but if you weren't a prince, you might have been cut off by Real with a great sword.

"And as a warrior, I am dissatisfied with not being able to see the full potential of the Eldafoss royalty."

"So what do you do?"

Real responded clearly to the weighted question.

At a later date, I would like to set up a proper place and exchange the contradictions again with the representatives of Diagal and Eldafoss. "

In other words, Real declared, "I'll play again next time, so let me know if you complain."

Looking at the invited guests, the tight air was somewhat softened.

The Eldafoss side seems to have benefited from the fact that "we weren't ready and we didn't show everything in the game." Were not all but nearly half satisfied with this argument?

Forsulin glanced lightly at the surroundings, and his harsh expression faded, exhaling a small but stagnant breath that would not otherwise be apparent unless observed. It seems as if the heart was relieved.

"Okay, so we'll finish the match at a later date and keep it with Real."

At the end of the declaration, the “Friendly Match” tonight has reached a tentative conclusion.