I Was Summoned to Be the Saint, but I Was Robbed of the Position, Apparently

First of all, the first part of the group of non-commissioned officers began.

The tournament seemed to be a winning match, and it seemed to have started everywhere due to the large number of participants. The referee seemed to have several systems around him.

Everyone seems to be fighting hard with all the moves, weapons and skills they can take seriously, screaming when they win a battle, and screaming when they lose. The voices of the women and male servants who supported it were mixed up, and the whole venue was very pleasant... and lively.

I picked up Lolo, who was about to go to bed rounded as usual, at my feet and put him on my lap.

"Hmm?

"Fufufu, I'm warm, right?

Yes, that's right. They're totally finding out.

Lolo was so fluffy, warm and happy just to get on his lap. It is also comfortable to put on a fluffy hairline that squeaks your throat. Moreover, when I touched him directly, the scenes and voices that I was seeing and hearing were much more sensitive than people, so it was much more fun than just watching from here. You can see it well enough to use psychological warfare and fine skills.

Apparently there are some minor injuries, but there aren't many seriously injured.

Besides, I made more potions of scratch medicine than usual at the request of the infirmary for this day in advance, so it seemed that I could only handle the potions by the members of the infirmary.

Recently, I was starting to make a sufficiently powerful potion because I didn't have to be in a position or weaken my skills as I was at the Garland Hospital. I'm proud of the relentless intensity that I've never had before. As a result, it seemed to have healed in an instant when I looked at any injury. All right, all right.

In fact, the organizers of this tournament, the usual members, were withdrawing my magic to disable the ability to "fool people" for one day only.

Because unlike what I initially imagined when I heard about the tournament, the way I fought in this tournament was more practical and not just swordsmanship.

In other words, you can use all the skills you have.

Because of the assumption that everything must be won and survived in the event of a battle, it seems that the Farglow army shares the idea of winning with any hand.

For this reason, it was quite enjoyable to see flickers and various kinds of magic everywhere, from people who not only attacked directly with weapons, but also blindfolded, fired, manipulated water, and produced small lightning.

Some people use magic to speed themselves up. Pretty soon. Won't you get muscle aches later?

Some people have secret skills, I think. If the opponent loses sight of himself right away, he seems to be able to fight very favorably. And people who literally "confuse". Well, this would be unequal if some of my skills were disabled.

Most people fight with swords, but in some cases it's like a hammer, a flying tool, or bare hands. Since each magic is entangled in it, I am not tired of seeing it as if it were some sort of Fae Fighting Victory Battle.

And in the meantime, the fast forward... what a priest.

"Phew ~ fufufu. I won't chew you up ~"

What a laugh, any attack sparkled, bare hands almost hit the other party's critical spot, surely sinking the motion was a very old man. I wonder what the hell is going on with the whole body of armor being knocked down?

I thought it was strong for a long time, but I didn't think it was so strong...

I finally won the first part of the victory.

The soldiers, who had lost to the seemingly weak elderly members of the public, stared at the priest in a bewilderment. I wonder if this will crush the fame of the Farglow army. You all right? You all right?

"The first part is Austin. That's right. This is going to be fun."

However, there was one person next to him who was quietly burning his fighting spirit, even though he was groaning, regardless of the face of such subordinates.

"I hope it doesn't hurt my body. It's a little far away. I don't know."

Well, I think it's okay because I'm walking in a good mood and waving my hands at the cheers around me.

"You can watch this tournament when it's over. But I think it's okay because she looks fine. I'll get dressed."

That's how Lecter stood up.

"Ah, go. Be careful with your injuries."

Don't you have to be so stubborn? It was me who thought it was cute to be as motivated as a child.

He will now take off his luxurious costume and change it into his usual plain training clothes.

And a while later, the second part of the superiors began.

The tournament is divided into the first part below the rank of non-commissioned officers and the second part below the rank of superior officers, with the prefecture that Hira's soldiers with no title at all will shrink to face the superior of the army, the very good if they succeed.

And finally, it seems that both winners will compete to close the tournament.

If the first part was a personal battle that attracted the skill of the individual, then the group was somehow formed by the chain of command, and apparently it became like a representative battle for each group. In other words, there is a beautiful group battle in the workplace where subordinates send cheers to superiors who blow up great people in another department and they want to show good things to their subordinates.

In the meantime, however, it was the general and deputy general who struggled alone with few direct reports.

Still, the general had yellow cheers from women, and the deputy general had enthusiastic support from soldiers beyond the deputy general's fan-like department.

Apparently, if you fought individually versus individually in this tournament, even if the one below beat the one above, it seemed rather commendable. So-called rudeness, or meritocracy?

That also seems to be a unique opportunity to beat a superior who does not lawfully dislike grandeur in a way. I see, that's a great joy for festivals. The battle between the ill-familiar divisions was soon to be understood with loud cheers and cheers, and the wild jumped in and it seemed fun.

That's why the Vice General can beat the General today.

Of course, he won somewhere, even the lowest of his superiors, and he could beat the general without worrying about it.

And in the dawn of a splendid victory, the name must roar across the Farglow army. It would be a great honor to beat a general or deputy general. If you want to make a name for yourself as a soldier, you'll have to work hard.

Fight and win.

But those two were just saying something great...

I've been participating almost from the beginning without any preference, but I'm going to win with a cool face.

While the Lieutenant General quickly stretched his weapon with a heavy blow with his large body and strength, Lecter moved the sword gracefully and quickly, and the next moment he noticed it, somehow the tip of the sword was stuck to the neck of the opponent.

Apparently, they're both trying to avoid getting hurt, so I guess we can afford it.

As far as these two are concerned, it was very easy to see because it was the battle of a central figure that everyone would pay attention to, or because they fought in the most visible place from my tent in the center of the front. That's why you look at it with enthusiasm.

It was beautiful that weapons and armor sparkled and reflected the light of the sun. I won't let it in, but everyone seems to be having fun, watching it is fun.

I think it's superfluous to appeal that Lecter won over me every time he won, and I've been worried that the eyes of the people around him are getting warmer and warmer.

I was happy every time Lecter accidentally appealed to me, and I looked back a little bit every time, but, yeah, it's about time I got embarrassed...

But now, I don't know when to stop it, so I can't pull it in.

I don't know what to do...