181. The central theater raid case
At first glance, it resembled silver, but the whole stage seemed to be illuminated by a holy and sincere radiance that was incomparable to it. Greedy eyes reflected the brilliance and glistened.
It is a light that no one can help but be fascinated by once seeing it. However, as I expected, the owner of that ghost seemed to have already been decided.
“Welcome with applause! The Lady of Steel, the most beautiful and deadly flower that blooms in the garden of the battlefield! This is Miss Epony!”
As befits the clown’s splendid introduction, a woman with her hair cut lightly jumped up onto the stage. How cool, you’re wearing a dress in a situation where you’re about to fight? No, wait.
The hem of her dress jingled against each other as she moved. A garment made of dozens of layers, as if made of scales. In line with the woman’s dancing, the scales that made up the dress clicked and lifted their heads before being stored again.
What is that? Whether it’s a weapon or armor, it’s an ambiguous item. The important thing was that, unlike the appearance that an ignorant noble lady would wear, it was actually a very lethal weapon.
“Competing with him is a half-masked man, a peerless wizard who has brought countless warriors to their knees with just a hand gesture without moving a single step! This is La Zolde!”
In terms of personality, the other side was also formidable. A person who tightly wrapped his entire body in a dark-colored robe and covered the only part of his exposed face with a half mask.
The name is openly a pseudonym, and at least the only half of the face that is revealed in the whole body is also blurred as if recognition was impaired. There was nothing I couldn’t see through, but I gave up.
Because even so, the face beyond the recognition impairment must have been altered as well. The situation was shown so clearly that I laughed.
One side, like the main character, adorns himself splendidly and monopolizes attention, while the other side draws attention to the other party while hiding his identity to the extent that it is obvious. A stark contrast like light and dark.
“Then, let’s start a duel! I’ll do it!”
The clown shouted loudly, as if trying to raise the heat, and soon bowed toward the audience and left his seat. But I was the only one paying attention to his actions.
Other audience members were already roaring with cheers as they were all in the crucible of enthusiasm. Tensions were rising on a fairly large stage, with only two duelists left.
“Hey, lady. No matter how much this is the central theater, did you really think there was a performance? It’s only because the opponent in the finals is so insignificant, Won.”
The woman who had been quietly listening to her words raised one of her arms. As if her wings were spreading, the scales that wrapped around her arms bristled.
Those numerous pieces of metal were no different from blades, one by one. A blue anticipation that seemed like it could cut through anything was dancing around Epony.
“Shut up, little thing.”
But the lines are a bit broken. Unlike her surname, Pony had a beauty and grace that anyone could admire, but her words that came out of her mouth were not at all like that.
“I will soon become a demigod and lie down in the heavens of immortals. Don’t you dare compare it to a thousand things like you.”
That’s ridiculous. Even if that solium is part of the corpse of a god that deserves to be coveted even by the gods, actually offering it doesn’t mean you suddenly become a half-god.
Even if you try to eat whatever you give, you have to have teeth to chew it. That woman who is not even the level of a transcendentalist will never ascend to heaven even if she brings a hundred ancestral tablets of the three gods.
······Well, it certainly bothers me that I have a strange temperament. There must be a reason why they insisted on turning a person with only that level of skill into a demigod.
“Whoahahahahaha! It’s funny.”
It wasn’t funny at all, but La Jolde burst into laughter by bending him to the waist, and soon stopped laughing. Inside the half-mask, his pupils vomited out a hideous glare for an instant.
“Let’s see if I have skills worthy of that arrogance!”
The moment La Solde declared that, Epony spread blade wings on both arms and charged. No, I thought, of course, that La Jolde would go first if I just heard some lines.
Well, his specialty is a mage. In another world, wizards were not very skilled in direct combat. Because it was up to the priests who served the gods to summon flames, thunderbolts, and the destruction of nature.
A wizard is a person who communicates with spirits, the components that make up all things, and manipulates and manipulates the cause and effect of the world through him.
“Haaah!”
La Jolde remained still until the moment Epony swung the blade at his neck with a shrill cry. No, he seemed to be still.
But anyone with even the smallest amount of attentiveness could have noticed the opening of half his lips, even if it wasn’t me. Inaudible, but now he.
He will be singing.
“Ah?”
“Oh, you have to be careful.”
The song of life leads the spirit, and the spirit’s mischief catches the steel maiden’s ankle. Just as a person stepping on the surface of a planet cannot feel its rotation, all living things living in this world could not feel the movement of the ‘world’ itself.
This was the fear of the power of magic. Where the cause disappears, only the effect remains. And all of that is packaged in the name of coincidence.
“You’re using dirty tricks again!”
“Isn’t that kind of lady acting too radical?”
Indeed, by accident, La Zolde did not move a single step from the spot, but the blade that Epony swung missed him and cut through the air. Epony’s complexion was visibly red.
“Die!”
Her dress of steel that wrapped around her rippled as if she were alive. Come to think of it, how does that work? But there seemed to be no opportunity for me to answer the question.
If the dress when all the ‘scales’ were flattened was gorgeous like a dress that would be worn at a court ball except for the metallic luster, then the dress with all the scales up looked like a devil’s armor.
Thousands of blades wrapped tightly around the beautiful woman’s body. The only part of her face that was exposed was glaring at her opponent with a fiercely blue gaze, with a ferocious expression.
“Oops, that’s scary.”
“Die!”
No, but first of all, don’t you end up getting injured in moderation in martial arts competitions? However, Pony’s actions were full of murderous intentions, as well as the fact that she aimed at her neck from the beginning.
It wasn’t because he was particularly malicious toward the other person, but rather it seemed to be arrogance and insensitivity to not caring much about the lives and deaths of others. It seems that La Jolde’s flirtation now has some malice.
La Zolde, who had been said to have defeated all of her opponents without moving a single step, was also seen to back away little by little, as if she couldn’t help it with her onslaught.
Sassasasasasasasak!
The entire body was used as a sword, and each hand movement and kick that she extended became a sword strike. La Jolde was pushed away like a powerless butterfly in the stormy swordsman.
However, even during that time, not a single knife cut through his body proved his powerful magic skills. No, no. It’s not that level.
The limits of magic are obvious, so it is greatly affected by the surrounding environment. That means, if you can deflect all the attacks of a considerable level of warriors in one space with almost no such variables.
It means that the opponent’s magic skills are ridiculously excellent. That’s right, to the point where I could easily subdue the thunder naked that was rampaging right in front of my eyes.
“Whoop, whoop…”
“Oh, it can’t be helped.”
However, when the game was won or lost, the result was the exact opposite. The blade of Epony, who was breathing heavily, came to a last-ditch stop under La Solde’s chin.
La Jolde smiled and raised his arms as a sign of surrender, as if I had lost. After glaring at him for a moment, Epony groaned and withdrew his blade-wrapped arm.
The audience’s cheers seemed to leave the entire Central Theater. However, looking at it, all I could feel was the awkwardness of the artificially staged situation.
“Finally, the owner of the Shinpae has been revealed!”
It was a fight that could only be described as bland in many ways. Well, that’s pretty good Misconceptions later.
Now is the time to move. As Cream rose from her seat, she could feel the audience glancing at us, but I lightly ignored the trivial glances.
I can’t let that fall into someone else’s hands. It was a very simple operation with no plan whatsoever. After snatching the solium lump from the clown’s hand, he slowly escapes!
[Let’s go!]
The moment Cream flew away, a thick fog covered everyone’s vision with a grand explosion.
[What is it, Karbal? Did you have this ability?]
[······This is not what I did.]