A Black Knights slave has been pulled out by the White Adventurer Guild to S-rank.

Sitting and waiting in the venue without doing it gradually brings people together.

Though not official, I guess I still have the brand power of a brave man.

The general audience seats alone are about to fill half of it. There will be even more from here. Busy voices can also be heard from outside the venue.

I was sitting in a seat facing the stairs from a moving flight, and I was hit by a dong from behind.

It's just not powerful. I can say it's rather light.

"Wow, excuse me!

"Mm-hmm. I'm fine. Are you hurt?

Confirming the Lord of the voice he bumped into, he was still a little kid.

He wears a hood deep in his eyes that is not even beautiful in flattery. I don't know if she's a girl or a boy because she won't even have a voice change yet. I just thought you'd be a girl somehow.

In his hand he had an elongated object placed in a cloth.

"Yes, thank you. Thank you."

"Hey, patriarch. Are you all right?

"Ugh, let's go. In the front seat as much as possible."

Patriarch?

Such a word overheard from a man who came from behind a girl.

But I didn't know what to ask, and the two of them were rushing to pick up the popular front row.

Well, I guess some religion does something inspective, too.

In fact, there are a number of frames among those already in the front row that clearly have a monopoly. There was taking the place with solidarity and collaboration until odd.

That's really a place for all sorts of people.

Looking further up, there were no longer a few private rooms, glazed in the upper section of the Colosseum.

There are people dressed in luxurious clothing.

An even more frivolous woman in a red dress enters the luxurious room. Carry a certain group of men in military uniform. - That, Queena?

No. Queena's next door.

But similar. Two melons.

... Ah. Speaking of which, I saw you on the news.

No way, Rumor Empress?

Speak to Queena, who seems free next door to confirm.

"Queena, that."

"-!... Ruina"

"Seriously."

Queena eats up her teeth tightly.

Dompisha seemed right.

I didn't know you were even here to see the Empress. Is it such a big event?

"Don't go wild, okay?

"What, ram people like horses?"

"No, it looks like there's some kind of bad edge, just in case."

"It's okay. I'm talking about becoming a new empress in the first place, so you also need to show it off. That's all I expected."

Ha, sigh, arm up, and bring it to the chair.

Looking at this attitude, the empress, Louina, seems to be the culprit that Queena persisted in.

For a moment, the Empress gave me a chilling glance. Did you see about Queena?

They still look like sisters.

What a so-so.

I would have liked to have stood where I would have chosen.

Then I should have already been able to look back.

There is an indescribable rash.

"Oh, there he is. Hey, adventurers!

"Hmm?"

A voice calling us.

The clothes were not Colosseum employees, but that of the Association of the Brave.

He pulled up close and opened his mouth, blocking it with his hands so that he could not hear it around him.

"The captive dragon is rampaging, if you can help me!

"Why?"

Ask honestly.

"Why... Mr. Byrias is telling me to use you! It doesn't help anyway, so you can work here as long as you want!

"Mmm. It's just a request to" escort the chosen location. "

"What?"

"That's why it's not a favor to tie him up, so I'm not moving."

"No......! This is a fine escort!

"I don't think so. Anyway, if you've actually come this far and you're in a riot, you're just going to be stuck there."

"Chi... Huh! Garbage! He said he had caught the King Dragon bloodline because of it...!

He threw up a throw-up dialogue and left.

I could have really helped. In the future, there was a chance that it would break out here.

Still, I guess I didn't lend a hand because I was frustrated.

"I'm an adventurer, disqualified."

"I'll tell you that's not true. Otherwise I wouldn't have gone. I'd be disqualified, too."

We were having such a conversation and watching an event that was about to begin.