Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

"Cocoon" opens.

When I left, there was Marc.

He looked indescribable. Are you laughing, huh? It is calm. Repentance also seemed seeping.

"... was strong, Lord Leme"

"... sounds like it"

"Sorry, I was on guard."

No matter how good [Black Demon Instructor] Lord Leme is, he can't beat Marc by nature.

Hundred fights, a hundred marques win.

It's just that it's about overall power. The answer that forces you to quantify your combat abilities and be guided when compared.

This was a tag tournament and there were several measures he prepared for this fight.

Something I don't even know happened. It's not clear that Marc won't check the footage later.

"Why do you apologize?"

"I know if you actually fought... from the viewers, Lord Leme's impression is solidified by things from the party exile. I don't know if I lost it..."

Do you think that your product value will shake?

"You won't have a problem with that."

"... yes, is it?

"Of course there will be some opinions to be concerned about, but it's not a big deal. There is the fact that Lord Aerial was soliciting him, and other [brave] men have lost before you. Considering the establishment of the fair competition Lord Fellow is aiming for, he won't even treat [Black Demon Mentor] as cold as the adventurer industry has done so far. I mean -"

"This case will fall on those who re-evaluate Lord Leme, so it's also hard to come up with an opinion that disparages the loser...... you mean?

"It would have been dangerous if this had been an unrelated project with Lord Fellow. As you feared, 'It's not for adventurers to lose to [Black Demon Mentor]' would have been a fine opinion."

Rather than the facts themselves, the key is how to show them, how to cut them.

It will be saved this time that the man in a position to decide it is Lord Fellow.

"... hey what are you laughing at when you lose"

It is rare for Marc to laugh, though it seems to overflow.

Not that I'm a man who doesn't laugh at all, but he doesn't break his expression inside.

"No, I'm sorry. The battle with Lord Leme... what can I say? Oh, yeah. Because it was fun. I wonder if that battle will have to be tainted by outfield ratings...... glad"

"... don't say I've become a fan of him till you"

Yeah, blurry. I'm probably laughing, too. This one's a bitter laugh, absolutely.

"How was Nicola?

"... I've never understood him before. No, I didn't try to understand. Failure must be horrible, huh? Especially in popular commerce, those who have previously supported them with minor mistakes turn to the enemy. I was in such an industry and it never came as a surprise that I would remain obsessed with the style I once failed"

Marc listens in silence.

"But I noticed about this one. That's why I admired Lord Lemé, and why I can't abandon my child-stained admiration forever."

"... what's that?

"It's stupid, in short"

"Silly, silly"

Marc turned his eyes round.

That's kind of funny, I laugh. Now it's natural.

"Normal people will think a lot. Once we fail, we have to fail again. Once you succeed, you don't want to let this go. Once your life is stable, try to maintain or improve it. This is normal, or a bit of a smart person. Just not stupid. A human being like that has a fever. If there's a place you want to go or a view you want to see, you can't give it up. My heart will always complain, so I can't keep it down with reason."

"... that's a cage of words."

"That's right. We all start with idiots. Being an adventurer because you're an idiot. Stupid at the point of choosing a painful job that can always be assigned to a winner or loser. I think I'll go for first place because I'm stupid and I think I'll be recognized by everyone because I'm stupid. But you know the reality, and you only survive by being smart, except for some. Anyone who can't be will disappear and no one will remember me anymore"

I didn't like it, so I went for a selling adventurer.

You can't trash your sister.

"I've been watching since I left, but Nicola wouldn't be just an idiot. I'm not just looking at past failures."

"Right, it was ingenious. Then, the style I admire penetrates. I've been thinking a lot about being stupid. Not only that..."

I guess that was fighting for my stupid brother, too.

"Can't you sell it? Not the way Nicolas wants it."

"The new style is not an issue in itself. There is such a thing as a combination with the current style. Just..."

I could probably grasp what Lord Leme and Nicolas wanted to tell me.

Given that......

"... Marc. Wasn't I cool?

"You were never calm about my sister."

"Gu......"

I didn't expect you to get stabbed with gutter.

"If that's what you thought, say it"

"You're not calm. Did you hear me?

Before this one, if Marc told me to listen to my sister properly or calm down...

- You wouldn't have had ears to ask.

Again, the result is important.

In Lord Leme and his sister, he thought he could never beat himself and Marc.

At least, they overturned it.

Then the result is not negligible.

The door of the holding room is knocked.

"... time for a defeater interview"

"What can I say?

Marc is following my policy when it comes to the work of adventurers. Or, that's what the whole party is. Even Nicola did the job itself perfectly.

"Do what you think. If you want to praise Lord Leme, do so."

"I understand."

We're all headed to the door.

We have to keep our promises.

If you apologize, it would be better after the tournament. First...

◇

I raise my hand to Berito when he returns to the holding room.

"You did it."

She came all the way up to me, and kept it up - she hugged me.

"Yeah......! Yeah.........! We won! Leme and I...!

It was me confused for a moment by a mixed hug of worm man hardness and female-specific softness, but soon I could tell it was due to pure joy.

"Right. Actually, I'm so happy, too."

Pomp and slap on the back.

We did that for a while, but she accidentally left Ba.

"Oh, my God, Mr. Leme. Suddenly, I can't...! I'm so impressed."

"Yeah, I know."

"Me, I'm worn out in battle, and Mr. Leme's clothes are dirty."

"You don't have to worry about that when you're happy."

"Leme zan......!

Verito moisturizes the eyes.

"Haha... but the finals are just around the corner, so once you get back to life, you need to get back into the magic body (avatar)."

The main contestants had made multiple magic bodies (avatars) with the cost of running competitions.

So we can come to the next final in full swing.

"Ugh, yeah......"

She heads to the 'cocoon'.

Nothing. Even the winner can come back to the cocoon with the 'abstention' function, but I guess he wants the winner to leave the venue with a refreshment in the Games. I was supposed to walk out of the field.

Then the holding room is right away, so if it is not a hundred million robberies, it will also be on foot from there.

Mr. Philip and Mr. Marc are shown on a small video board (TV) provided in the holding room.

It's an interview with the losers. Because they stand in front of the camera as adventurers, or they look like magic bodies (avatars) too.

Mr. Marc honors me with few words, and Mr. Philip compliments Berito on the assembly of his attack.

'Leme continues to make unexpected fast moves in the tournament right now, but what do you think of him as Philip?

'I didn't mean to be insulting, but I was a better adventurer (,,) than I recognized. Honestly, I used to think his fourth-place party enrollment wasn't appropriate, but now I'm just ashamed of my perception'

'I see. So you think the Phoenix party decision was a mistake?

'I don't know that. Being strong, being an excellent [black demon mentor] and a warrior. Even if they are all there, unless it is whether they can be sold or not. I guess the Phoenix party had their circumstances. There's only one thing I can say.'

"What is it?"

"Lord Lemé showed the world a different way of fighting this tournament than the previous party."

He then told Berito and his sister that he had something in common: earthly magic, and that he could also say ahhh to his own sister, and that 'the Prince' would eventually become 'the King', so he could not just be protected forever by himself or Marc, that is, he might fight shoulder to shoulder sooner or later, for God's sake.

"Yay, you got it... I'm a good promoter."

But it's amazing.

Our thoughts were well conveyed to him.

Nicolas watched it alive.

The rest, the finals.