Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

Walking inside the arena, where we finally got there.

It was certainly underground there, but there was an unexpected sight.

"... there's also a fighting field here..."

When I snap like that, the old man says.

"This is not something that our organization often uses when doing mock warfare, etc. That doesn't mean it hasn't been revealed to the outside world. Even the lords can normally borrow money, just like the upper arena."

The rental fee for the arena depends on the time borrowed, but goes up to at least a few hundred gold coins.

I won't even say that you can never pay for me now, but it's not that easy to hold a show that you can make a profit as much as you don't have a problem paying for it.

At least I can't seem to...

Probably, but if it was Lorraine, I'd be able to.

Speaking of how, for example... with its extremely precise ability to control magic, all you have to do is perform a play or something.

There are quite a few magicians like that, but even the so-called sitting guy on top of the troupe won't be underfoot in Lorraine's technology.

This is because if you're an armed sorcerer, it's usually more lucrative to defeat demons and deliver that material, so few people try to be such sorcerers in the first place.

Of course, there are magicians in the world who can exercise phantom magic that is finer and more artistic than Lorraine's, but it is just a super-class expert in the pursuit of perfection.

There can't be such a large presence in this rural country, in the Kingdom of Yarlan, and in such a situation Lorraine would be able to do it right now even if she moved on, and if she continued to do so for several years, her experience and strength would be honed, all of which could make her world-class.

Again, I think you're someone who can eat anywhere...

Can't I do something about it?

Oh, I wonder if I should do a shadow painting in Differentiation.

... too plain.

"And you're well trained, too."

When Lorraine says so, the old man nods.

"Naturally. If your arm is dull, you'll die instantly. Maybe more cynical than adventurers in a way. Adventurers may manage to fail a request or give up and run, but we can't say so... As you can see from this one, after that failure or escape, we don't know where the hell to start."

The words have a deep sense of reality and I kind of want to sympathize with them.

I've hardly ever been involved before, so I never thought deeply about the profession of assassin, but on second thought......

Maybe it doesn't fit the bill unexpectedly.

Always buying someone's resentment or suspicion, and few moments of peace of mind.

I guess that's why the reward is expensive, but I seem pretty busy making it so.

I don't have time to use it, my days are filled and moving from request to request......

Let's just say that if there's any other occupation that's right for you, you want to quit, because that's exactly what makes sense.

That's exactly what Goblin is.

Sprigan, too, because of his narrative, and maybe he wants to stop, but in his case, there are a lot of men to take care of.

I guess I quit, and yes it's over, and that's why I can't.

Humans, it's hard to be halfway great with all the more responsibility.

"Ma, that's good. It wasn't here that they told me to come. There must be someone somewhere..."

Saying so, the old man looks around for a moment.

This underground arena has a flat field in the centre, surrounded by about seven spectator seats surrounding it in a circular fashion.

It feels like it's about a quarter to a fifth in size compared to the original arena, which exists on the ground, but even though it's quite tall and underground, it doesn't feel very occlusive.

If we are doing simulated combat and training here as we do every day, it is also understandable that the interpersonal combat capabilities of the constituents of their organization will be honed.

Of course, I guess we rarely fight directly from the front of the profession pattern, but it's definitely important to sharpen that strength.

Whatever it is, it's just strong for now, because it's necessary for anyone who makes combat a business.

However, there's no way an old man here fights a giant on a boulder, I guess.

Even if it doesn't, the old man was strong, and there would be nothing wrong with just his arms or just his legs, because if he were normal, he would have an instant death level.

Then after a while, all of a sudden, picky! and the dazzling light plunged into the arena.

No, a little different?

Technically, it lights the back of the arena, the audience seat just around the front of us, part of the third stage in a circle.

It can also be seen from the lack of shaking of that light that this light is obviously not what we are getting from burning something.

Even if you're using a mirror to refract the light, it's something that really rocks in the light you get from the fire.

In other words, the light of the magic props, will be.

Lighting magic props usually exist, so if you want to get them, you can order them anywhere, but they're pretty expensive stuff, so they're only used in these, public facilities.

In general houses, the majority still become candles.

It is made from demons and animal fat obtained in large quantities.

Expensive stuff, some beeswax and wood wax, but a lot of them are noble to use like that.

Given that, I can see that the financial strength is considerable.

It's not just free to illuminate, it's really costly because it needs to be filled with magic by demon stones and magicians.

What makes that so unwrought......

By the way, it was the two people whose light was illuminating now.

One was a man with quite a giant and the other was quite short...... a girl and a person of thought.

"... well done for coming! Traitors and cowards! I'm Vasa! It's Vasa from Gang Iron!

"And I'm Juana, the Magic Wise!

So they named themselves, jumped off the spot, circled in the air, and landed, or so.

On the details of the arts, the lighting chased those two and still illuminates them.

"... what are these guys"

When I said that unexpectedly, the old man said it like it was a shock.

"... it's stupid. I'm sure of my arm..."