Blade Online

A huge dome floating far above Arcadia. This place, called the Skydome, will be accessible from the warp gates of each city when the Event is nearer. Of course, I can't usually go.

There is a huge screen inside the skydome that shows the chairs and athletes for the games. Players who want to see the Event straight away must pay to reserve their seats. For the third time, they had reservations for seats more than ever. There may be no buying or selling of seats on the bulletin board.

Few players are coming for it, as limited entertainment items will be available here within the Skydome. There are various footage of players fighting in the Event, photos of active players, and posters of players with two names in the last event. Why is it so playful when it's a death game? I'm a little scared......

Participating athletes must register to participate in the Skydome in advance, just like the audience. This time it needs to be level 50 or higher as a condition for participation. Having reached level 63, I am able to participate normally because I have cleared the restrictions at my leisure.

This event is a player VS player. The number of players participating seems to be about one hundred and fifty. First, the players are divided into several groups and fight each other until they reach a certain number. It's called qualifying. The remaining players can win the event's main battle. Because of this, the audience cannot see how this battle is going. Instead, the items that show the qualifying appearance after the "event" appear to be sold......

There can naturally be a one-on-one majority, because a large number of people fight together in the qualifying round. It doesn't matter to me that I'm not on my side. Let me fully use the escape technique I got in that forest.

She told me what her name would be when she offered her wish to participate, so I decided to call her Silver Blade. It comes from the fact that the color of Overlay Slash was silver.

Naturally, I will participate in the event wearing a mask. If you ask me why I wear a mask, I guess I'll answer because I can't walk through the city if I show my face and lose dressed badly in The Event. Well, I'll definitely win. I think you should wear a mask later. Now I think "Mascarade" might have been better than "Silver Blade" or something.

Four hours after qualifying for the event begins. I was still at the inn.

After taking a shower to tighten his mood, he wears protective equipment and writes and swallows the letter person on his palm three times to manage the tension. Looks like he's gonna cook something temperamental so I can win the tournament. When I say what you'll make, a bowl of cutlets. "Don't win the battle! He said he was going to turn it into a bowl of cutlets with a" like "meaning. Some people think it's daisy, but I wonder if anyone eats a bowl of cutlets with a pretty similar meaning. When I took the high school exam, too, I said the day before," Don't win the exam! It was. "When I took college exams... I don't know. I don't remember. I don't remember.

Concon knocked on the door saying that he was laughing and depressed by Couscous alone thinking about such a nasty thing. Lynn stood smiling as she got off the bet and opened the door.

"Brother, we're ready for dinner!

――――――――――――

Listen to Lynn's dialogue and say, "What erosion is this? Some people would have thought," Don't worry, neither do I. If I noticed anything, the way I called Lynn would have changed from "Dawn" to "Brother". Somehow, I don't think anything about my real sister telling me "brother" or anything, but when someone who's not my sister calls me that, something like this, you're going to cum. I think Lew might say, "You're not Buhi to my sister, Cora," but I'm not Loricon, so I'm fine. Definitely not Loricon.

Well, that's fine, yeah. I go downstairs with Lynn and sit in a chair. There were two bowls on the desk filled with cutlets wrapped in trollish, golden eggs. The hot air rising into the sky looks divine somewhere.

I swallow my spit and complain with my eyes if I can eat it to Lynn. Lynn laughs strangely when she sees me.

"Bye, brother. Good luck with today's event."

"Oh...... thanks"

You've been lighting up since they called you something brother and you can't look Lynn in the eye directly...

"Then you can eat."

"Ooh, I'll have it"

Shall I have it soon, then? Take a bite of Katsu, the lead actor, first. The plump softness of the eggs and the crispness of the uncut clothes, as well as the prickly, meaty cutlet body. I can eat such delicious food. Wouldn't I be a better Don than life already? No, I don't know what that means.

I thought about it with my head and stuck with the cutlet, and I ate it with a bump, but I've been wondering about it since before. Lynn is staring at how I eat without eating her own bowl of cutlets. That's it, it's terrific. It's hard to eat. So is studying, but it's hard to do when they're watching you do what you do. Is this it? "Mmm...... whoa! This is delicious! Thanks, Lynn! Does that mean you want me to take a reaction like the protagonist of Lanobe? No, but this tends to be in boulders... I don't think that reaction is somehow thoughtful... No, but you should say something...

Chill, and when I looked at Lynn only for a moment upward, she had perfect eyes and smiled. Oops...... I'm so thrilled... Calm down, me. If I get excited here or something, they'll say the character is bluffing again... We should be honest here.

"Mmm...... whoa! This is delicious! Thanks, Lynn!

Shit, Lanobe, I took the protagonist reaction. Oh, my God.

"Haha. Thank you, brother."

…………

Today's event, I'm definitely going to win. Don't.