Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

The moment Ragdishardt's victory is confirmed.

At that time, Hanumoon jumped with a big hail. I was so happy I wasn't sure what I shouted myself.

At that time, Lortolinze looked up at the AR screen and smiled slightly as she was held by the next flim and rocked up and down. I wasn't aware that I was laughing.

At that time, Millibertiflim hugged him to jump to Rosé, who was standing next to him, and he jumped many times with an odd voice. Some sober part of my head said about Rose's fleshy limbs: 'Nanicole soft wow!' I was surprised.

At that time, Ashley made a fist with both hands and did her best to gut pose. But I thought it was impossible to raise my voice so I put up with it somehow.

At that time, Zelda opened her big mouth and leaked her breath, 'Yeah ~'. I was genuinely surprised by the reversal play.

At that time Karellen was slapped on the shoulder by the next project and turned reflexively. To his men, who would show off the so-called 'Doya face', he confined himself to returning a smile.

At that time, Villey was throwing the heavy stone of anxiety that was in her chest far away, pushing into an empty gap the satisfaction of a full referee. I believed in the boy's triumph, but developments that made my stomach ache continued all the time. The breath I breathed deeply and exhaled, as if it were lead or something, the lighter I felt the more I vomited.

Everyone was cheering and excited.

It was also an equal noise when the ruins' gatekeepers were destroyed. Hundreds of fists were thrust up and howling roar was pounding across.

But the next moment.

All of a sudden, the silence that struck the water filled the place.

――

It was too abrupt a silence to think that the concept of sound had disappeared from the world. Everyone kept their mouths shut and stopped moving.

And only a handful of humans were able to observe this phenomenon as if the course of time had clotted.

"... what is it?

Suddenly, in a strange way, Hanumoon looked around with pale and golden eyes as he lowered both arms he was raising.

"... Flim,...? This..."

Rosé tilts her neck to the flim that has become stiff while holding her to herself. The girl, who was shaking a long twin tail, stopped moving in a pittance and stared into the air with her vain amethyst-colored eyes at nothing.

"- That man...!

Only Villey, who was in front of the referee AR screen at the "Broadcaster" booth, was the most accurate person to understand what was happening right now.

Lortolinze and Karellen were not perceptible at a distance. But only Villy, closer to the security room, could sense that Romnick had activated the artifact at its maximum output.

"... kill Beowulf..."

Someone shrugged like that.

As soon as possible, the word propagates among people so that ripples spread.

"... kill Beowulf..." "... kill Beowulf..." "... kill Beowulf..." "... kill Beowulf..." "... kill Beowulf..." "... kill Beowulf..." "... kill Beowulf..." "... kill Beowulf..."

The whispers are chained and roar like waves. And

"... kill Beowulf..."

Exactly the same line as the others leaked out of Flim's lips as well.

"-! Mr. Flim? Mr. Flim!?

Rose, who sensed that something unusual was going on with the boulder, grabs Flim's shoulder with words she would never throw up if she were her original girlfriend. I shake that body repeated the exact same word, trying to get it sane back, but it doesn't work.

"... kill Beowulf..." "... kill Beowulf..." "... kill Beowulf..." "... kill Beowulf..."

Similar voices emerge from everywhere to the admonition, overlapping slightly.

It's as if one giant will infects the spirit of the people who are here.

"... Hmm. Apparently, the only thing keeping you sane here is a concubine and a mistress, Rosé."

"Princess Xiaolong... what the hell is this..."

An audience that should have been enthusiastic, all in all, quiet as a sleepwalker, repeats, 'Kill Beowulf' in a cheeky voice.

It was an unusual sight.

"Fucking demon... what if it's the power of his artifact?

"Yeah, I can't sense it from here... probably. I don't know the attributes, but I can't think of any power on this scale and that affects the spirit of so many people other than artifacts"

Behind the gaze of Hanumoon and Rosé, who try to calmly grasp the situation, the door to the security room is opening. The winner, Ragdishardt, unlocked the gate.

In the meantime, the voices rising from the audience were coming together even more, and even the lashes were starting to get feverish.

"Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," "Kill Beowulf," Kill Beowulf, "" Kill Beowulf, "Kill Beowulf," Kill Beowulf, "Kill Beowulf," Kill Beowulf, "Kill Beowulf," Kill Beowulf, "Kill Beowulf," Kill Beowulf, "Kill Beowulf," Kill Beowulf, "Kill Beowulf," Kill Beowulf, "Kill Beowulf," Kill Beowulf, "Kill Beowulf," Kill Beowulf, "Kill Beowulf! Kill Beowulf! Kill Beowulf! Kill Beowulf! Kill Beowulf! Kill Beowulf!

Nearly everyone on this scene has an overlapping voice, calling out in high spirits of murder. Among them was also a mix of the boy's cousin and child-friendly girl.

"Mr. Flim, good luck, Mr. Flim!

Rose tries to stop Flim, who, like the others, must stick up one arm and stand up. But her amethyst-colored eyes don't give this one a glimpse. Someone - no, no doubt Romnic artifacts, are manipulating me.

To name a few, the crowd not only raised their voices, but also took each of their gains out of storage and began to take a fighting stance. Flim is no exception, and Skylaider, who had already worn it, gets a fire, and in his hand a silver longscepter - Durgasati - gets gripped.

I didn't even have to ask what I would do.

We're going to break into the security room where the doors are currently open, and we're going to hit the rugged dishardt inside.

"You mustn't, Mr. Flim!

- Rosé did not utter a long and futile word, such as

The girl, who raised the light of determination in her amber eyes, just calls two words, the name of her own good.

"Raising Gull, Drawmi"

Ethereal silver and red silver chains popped out of Rosé's battle dress back in momentum. Two colored chains bounce up young with sounds like they rang countless bells simultaneously.

The ever-overflowing Ethereal and Red Serpent swims through the universe at high speeds, entangling them in the bodies of those around them. To restrain and stop the movement.

Tied the limbs to the chains of Rosé, no one reacted in a legitimate way. I don't even realize that my two hands and legs have been deprived of their freedom, I just follow my hatred for Beowulf planted in my head, raise my voice of resentment and try to get to the security room.

……

Reflectively, it sealed the movement of dozens of people nearby, including Flim, but this stuff is only water on the baking stone. There are hundreds of people on this scene - no, because if you do poorly, there are over a thousand people. Rosé also knew about that extent.

Therefore, here we break the chain, jump into the security room faster than anyone else, and defeat Romnick, the culprit - that seemed to be the best hand.

"- Princess Xiaolong, I'm here,"

"Good, don't guide me."

Rose's words, which he was about to say when he was ready, were blocked, but Hanumoon was in a light condition.

As many humans were manipulated in unison, mouths in unison and shouted Beowulf hatred, the girl of the gods of the present was still tauntingly proud. But I don't understand the room in Rosé right now.

"-? No, but,"

Some of them have already started raiding the security room. In that there may also be a mix of 'Knights of Pale Red Flames' who were similarly ruled in spirit. No matter how insane it was, its combat power could not be underestimated.

"Throw it away. What, it'll be over soon"

"End......?

Kufu, laughing, was prompted by a honeymoon showing the AR screen in his jaw, and Rosé also raised her gaze.

Inside, the "Air Lens" are still running, shooting the back of the boy who would have unlocked the gate in the security room.

So much so that it can be published as an example of full creation in the dictionary. The battle is over, and it also looks like my mind is losing its back because of the waning will of the war.

But the next moment.

From a small body, a deep purple lightning flashed.

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The intent to kill flies.

Hatred propagates.

The dos black emotions emitted from Romnick quickly became widespread and prompted people in at least 500 meltre diameters to impose "empathy".

The artifact "empathy" pushes the emotions of the bearer on others. If its output increases, it breaks in without even the other person's psychological barriers or anything else, dyeing and changing its mind.

If it were simply to kill Beowulf, it would have been most efficient to plant an emotion of 'wanting to kill himself' against him. But I can't romnick such negative emotions from the bottom of my heart. This power mirrors the mind - it can only output genuine emotions that Romnick can have.

Therefore, he spread his willingness to kill and his hatred. None of us are willing to blame ourselves, but any emotion that hates others springs up. That's infinitely.

Kill Beowulf.

The overdrive (overdrive) of the artifact is "the artifact holder herself is pregnant with the danger of being swallowed by power. If you are dealing with the power of artifacts, it is best to control them mildly, via low output, or the original surgical formula. It is outside because the artifact remains vegan, but is also used in full force and so on.

But to Romnick right now, it didn't matter.

We have to do it now.

It all ends.

A glorious career.

The future of glory.

Because it ruins it.

To do this,

"Death! Die, Beowulf! You're out of luck for opening the gate! Every audience that comes here now is your enemy! Crushed by the violence of numbers. Wow!

He opens Moss Green's eyes, lets blood run and Romnick growls. There was no longer pride, pride or prospect. I don't choose the means to win. No matter what, the last person standing is the winner.

"Kill you! Rewrite the memories of everyone here! Smash the records, too! I'm gonna change the world! I'm the one who wins! No - I'm the one who [won] ah!!

"Are you stupid or what?"

"- Is...?

I heard voices I shouldn't have heard.

Romnick is now releasing the power of the artifact without any help. Human beings in that range, even Beowulf himself, who is going to be killed, should be eroded in spirit and allowed to "empathize" with Romnick's emotions. Instead, if there are people who can stay unaffected by a half-running artifact, it's the same as Romnick's "artifact holder," or...

'I'll tell you how many times. Are you stupid?'

From the whole body of the boy with his back turned this way, the light that "SEAL" inspired erupted. A thunderbolt-like spark intertwines on every limb of a heavenly dragon.

'No, I assure you. You're a real fool. "

Make sure you have time on your back, and the boy looks back.

A deep purple gaze burning in anger shot through Romnick's entire body.

"Look, [the duel is over]."

There is a fierce noise like punching a large amount of water over a burnt iron plate. If anything, it was the boy's "SEAL" sound.

And the brilliant print floating on the surface of the black and purple battle jacket - leaping like a snake with its neck dropped, [stretched into the air].

"- Hih...!?

Too much Romnick is breathtaking. It was an impossible sight. "SEAL, like the neural network, is a biological computer stranded in the human body. [It can't be out of the body].

But in front of Romnick, Beowulf's brilliant print stretches its body beyond the body surface to nothing hollow, and spreads with a geometric pattern.

'I'll repeat it to you so you can tell. Look, [duel's over]. I mean -'

The deep purple glow crest, which unfolded in a similar shape to the butterfly blades, emitted a strong light at first. Lightning shines brilliantly as lightning rushes.

Beowulf told me by displaying dozens of supporting art icons simultaneously.

"The rules that bind me are gone."

"Ah..."

Naturally, but Romnick finally realized.

Yes, it was.

When the duel is over, there are no rules or anything.

And this is inside the ruins. lawless zone to which no national law applies.

So I took hostile action against him.

That was too much reason to start a "private fight" that wasn't a duel.

"I guess I've got a lot of 'substitute protection' to keep you from getting killed at times like this, huh? Fine, I'll beat you up until it's all gone. You know what? Coverage as a substitute for life, instead of life being saved - '

Several icons played like stardust and disappeared.

There is no need to check what procedure was activated.

Absolute Square.

Extreme condition with a reinforcement factor of 1024 times.

- When you get slaughtered, it hurts so bad, doesn't it?

"Hia -!?"

Realizing that he had offered himself a one-way ticket to hell, Romnick was slashed in the throat by the terror that had stirred up his airway and leaked an undressed scream.

At the next moment, the boy's appearance turned into a flash of deep purple.

"It's a waste of a minit for you."

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Having activated the supporting technique "Strength", "Rapid" and "Protection" by 10 pieces at once, I further folded the restorative technique "Heel" to advance the healing of my left fist with the highest priority.

Because it's what you absolutely need to smash him from now on.

Then penetrate the atmosphere with the function of a skywalker and zero his/her distance in just a moment like instant travel.

There is no question of slowing down in front of Romnick.

I hit him under the jaw standing on his knee with a kick up his right leg. It's a return of interest to what was done at the beginning of the duel.

Romnick can't even scream at the unstoppable speed and power in his eyes.

If it's true, his neck will pull through and his head and torso will cry apart, but the "replacement protection" he's planted will take his shoulder for fatal damage. But I can't even kill my beaten inertia.

Romnick's body flew diagonally upward like a soccer ball.

Momentum like a fired shell makes the entrance and exit of the security room - clashing just above it.

Naturally, I ran up the stairs in the air at the same speed and was chasing them.

Fleshless.

The boulder was the building material of Lunatic Babel. Where Romnick is stuck in big letters, there is not one in it. If it had not been for the power of protection, it would have been a momentum that would have broken apart, such as Romnick's flesh.

He gripped his right fist and his left fist, which regained its proper shape with a restorative technique, with all his might. Giggles and gloves return a tingling sensation.

Romnick, who couldn't move a finger to too much impact when he hit the wall, also resembled an insect in a specimen somewhere.

Nothing more. It was excellent.

In front of it, I turned into a beast.

"- Whoa!"

A fully open, driven limb relentlessly rains fist. For him, that would have been a more ruthless trick than being dropped in a Great Falls Falls pot.

Romnick's body shakes one after another like beef slapped on a slab.

All the fistfights were as taught by Mr. Rosé - and it didn't work out. The simmering emotions made me punch my undressed fist many times. Eventually, in addition to both hands, I use both legs, and I slap the beating all over Romnick when I'm machine gun.

I'm sure there was a worse blast than a successive lightning strike.

That's how I repeatedly kicked Romnick. [M]

His hands, his legs - even though he doesn't have one arm - of course, his head, face, jaw, throat, chest, elbows, arms, palms, belly, shoulders, hips, groins, thighs, knees, and ankles grinded like a storm all the way to the tip of his finger.

It wouldn't have taken a second (secad) in time until it was all over. But to me, that second was comparable to a thousand seconds.

I managed to regain my reason when all the clothes that were wrapped in Romnick were ripped apart and the talisman that was granted the 'substitute protection' that was stretched under it blew without a trace, almost naked.

Stop the last fist perfectly where it touches or doesn't touch the tip of Romnick's nose.

So the concentration was interrupted and the sense of time reverted.

…………

Needless to say, Romnick's consciousness is so shattered. Skin tone and blue tone sticking to the white wall slowly peeled off and slowly fell down.

Talk, and make a watery noise [critical and not dead] Romnick is slapped to the floor.

If you look closely, you look human [it] was trembling like a dying fish.

Maybe all the brain and gut and life-threatening damage must have been replaced by a talisman. So take him to the hospital right away, or if there's a well-armed healer on this spot, I'm sure he won't die. Well, I think it'll take more than three days for it to go full speed.

And, at that time, I heard a number of voices from the bottom.

"- Ah? What is this place?" "That? Why are we here - whoa!?" "Hey, what the heck!?" "Hi, people? No, people. That! It's a guchug!" "Wait, that color - that's the one you were dueling earlier!?" "Oh, yeah, that blood color! Definitely!" "Hey, what the fuck!? What happened!?

Yeah, I kind of understood that Romnick was the ones who called me in to kill me.

I'm kind of confused about my head.

I cancel all support ceremonies. Return to your normal state and descend the invisible stairs on the Skywalker as you tune your consciousness into its senses.

Earlier recoil, or my head was strangely clammy. Are you tired? No, when I think about it, I feel like I'm losing a good amount of blood. It's kind of painful in my stomach. No, you're not. This is... hunger, isn't it?

When I had a sole on the floor, my stomach rattled.

Yeah, I knew it. I'm hungry. But that's crazy. Have some proper breakfast.

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There it is.

Hey...

…

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Later, according to what I heard, I suddenly collapsed.

Apparently, I had no consciousness or memory of myself at the time, and when I realized it, I fell asleep on the floor with Hannu's knee pillow.

When his consciousness surfaced suddenly and his eyes opened, the first thing that appeared in his sight was a bright white ceiling and a decoy as white and small as it was.

"- Oh, are you finally awake, Rato"

As soon as I was there, Hannu, upside down, peered into my face, widening her eyes in different colors.

"... that...? Hanu......?

I look back at her beautiful heterochromia with a bit of confusion while still feeling uncomfortable with the connection between my memories.

- Something like this happened a while ago...

With that in mind, when I tried to wake up my body, I was once again punched in the forehead with tiny hands.

"This is not happening, Rat. Sleep a little longer. Sooner or later, Rose and Flim will be back."

I was held on to my head like one day, and I just couldn't move.

However, the sensation on the back of the head is slightly softer than the previous one. Apparently, there was a thin cushion between Hannu's knee and my head. Speaking of which, even when I sprayed my blood and fell, I actually heard that my leg was paralyzed and I couldn't move properly right away. The boulder is Hanu. The measures were perfect because of their high learning abilities.

"... uh... is that...? What's here...? I mean, me, how long have you been asleep...?

"This is a duelling ground where you fought. Time is... Hmm. Has it been less than an hour since then?

I can hear the sound of Hannu's bell rolling. As much as that, the surroundings were full of silence.

"... It's kind of quiet... but the others...?

That's what I was about to hear.

For some reason Hannu exhaled a deep, big sigh, ha-ha-ha.

"... lato. It's just a little too much..."

"- What...!?

Suddenly, with unusual stories and serious voices, I unwittingly stiffen myself.

At the end of my gaze looking up, Hannu shook her head even unfortunately, shaking her beautifully cut silver hair and hair ornaments.

"It's not about that duel you defeated. Romnick, you mean? Fortunately, he's dying... but he's still out of sight... and the audience just happened to be stepping into it, and it's been a strange noise ever since."

Speaking of which, I recall.

I think Romnick tried to do something so stupid at the end that the hoop of reason came off and he did something disastrous.

"- Ah..."

No, it's not that I feel like it.

I did.

I did the worst I could think of.

"No matter, duels are whatever life or death. So it doesn't matter if the loser dies or lives - it's supposed to... if he's [in the form of a person]."

Shh, I could see the blood losing its mind from my face so the tide would pull.

What should I do? I left it to my anger to do something terrible.

If you don't mind the annoying memories, Romnick's last appearance didn't seem like he was a decent person, no matter how he looked.

Somehow, from the lump of meat painted on the blue blood, three things like tentacles grow -

No, rather, it is something that had not often died of arresting. Really.

"A part of the audience that saw his miserable appearance suddenly made a scene," What a mess "? Besides, troublesome, when things happened, the audience's consciousness was taken away by the artifact. So nobody understands why Rat beat the crap out of him. I mean, in the hundreds of eyes, as soon as the duel was over, Lato poked a gap and tried to make him a deceased - that's not how it looked."

I don't know, there are a lot of things that I think about, but on second thought, I don't think I have a choice.

What Romnick activated was the power of the invisible artifact. Besides, if you believe his words, Romnick was trying to rewrite them to his memories instead of the consciousness of everyone who was here. I didn't get that far back then, but from the other side, it's only natural that I should be seen as a coward.

"Besides, who's going to summon you, 'Isn't this against the rules?' But don't you think that's a funny story without even thinking about it? Killing him during a duel is no problem, but as soon as the duel is over, what about breaking the code? Though, bye. Sure, it's also true that that Romnick and other students were miserable enough to make them think so. In the meantime, while he was being treated, there was a debate about those things. Because of this settlement, the place was more exciting than during the duel."

Huh, and Hannu flaunts her tiny shoulder and exhales an annoying breath.

I was unconscious at the time, but just imagining the situation at the time made my stomach shrink and my liver feel cold.

You know exactly what the Explorer Code Breaker will do. Of course, as Hannu said, strictly speaking, my actions fall within the scope of the rules. But just because a complaint was made there and put on the border between OK and NG, it made me feel thin and cold when I was crossing over thin ice without knowing it.

"In fact, it's instant air. I mean, if there's more to complaining about than that, it's where my concubines were all wiped out."

Hannu said so in such a tone that chills and wars ran through my spine at the same time.

No, but Hanu's saying this means that in the end, Tenryu didn't have to be present.

"And then, what happened...?

When I asked him terribly, Hannu nodded one thing, um,

"Bye."

I strengthened the reverse conjunction and said it, and then I laughed.

"Fortunately, after the duel, the shooting continued. Now, that fool is clearly there, even though the duel is over, trying to trick Lato."

"Ah..."

Air Lenses, which record footage by floating through the air. That can also record audio, so it should have been properly recorded what Romnick was talking about just before he got meat chunks.

"Well, it was Villy who suggested we look back at the recorded footage. After revising the recorded footage, he was admitted to have had problems with his words and behavior. Thanks to this, the voices that disputed the rats disappeared and the noise subsided brilliantly."

What else? The content that Romnick was screaming was pretty bad, though it's a harsh memory. Rather, it was Romnick who tried to poke this gap first, and it was there that he should be impeached for violating the rules.

"It's also odd that Rato, the winner in the first place, kills Azumi after the duel is over. Besides, the majority of the audience was left unconscious to prove his intentions. Villey explained it in a loudspeaker, including around there, and it was always quiet like a burning fire that was watered down."

Hmm, and Hannu snorted as the hoarding dropped. He was so angry. I'm really glad her XVIII maximum-surgery ceremony didn't activate.

"Well, if you actually say what he was going to do, it's not going to make sense to explain the artifact as it is? So to mislead the neighborhood, Villey and the others are outside this room talking to the 'broadcasters'."

It should be noted that the audience broke up with Zorozolo when it was found that the winning or losing Judge would not cover it. Still, they thought "Beowulf Style Victims' Party" and the group stayed until the end, but they also said that when Romnick was on the stage of being transported to the hospital, he disappeared to see if he followed you.

"I'm glad... is that it? So, what about Mr. Rose and Flim?

I know why this area is so frustrating, but that's why I ask about the two of you who are not here for some reason.

"They are also going to the Broadcaster with Villy. Especially if Flim is angry. Rosé is your guide."

I've rounded my eyes to unexpected developments.

"Flim? Why?"

"Well... the concubine and Rosé weren't manipulated by his artifact, but the Flim guy got caught up brilliantly"

Here Hannu took the index fingers of both hands, on both sides of his head. Is that a ghost horn, or is it a flim twin tail that rushes through angry hair heaven?

"When the truth turns out and I ask Rose what was going on at the time, she says, 'I'm not going to let this Atashi tell you what's going on!" and furious. "

Listening to the story, the people placed under Romnick's artifact "Empathy" were screaming "Kill Beowulf" in their mouths. Naturally, the same word came out of Flim's mouth, and I think we should actually try to break into this room with a weapon in hand.

"I can't forgive you for your pride as a sister, but what is it? 'I'll definitely make you a penalty on that side!' And I flew away in momentum. So just in case you don't sue violence, Rosé named herself a suppressor and went after her."

"I see..."

I can easily imagine a flim that would be eating and hanging by the 'broadcaster' people outside the security room by now. Well, Mr. Rose and Mr. Villey are with us, so they'll take it well.

"So Hannu was the only one left looking at me?

When I heard that, Hannu nodded proudly and loudly.

"Hmm! Naturally. Concubine and Ratto are the only great best friends. This is the time to stay close to him. So what?"

Kufu looks at me like a prank. Hannu's soft hands touched my cheek and began rubbing cheekmeat instead.

They caught me and I laugh, haha.

"... yeah. Thanks for everything, Hanu."

As I thanked him, I realized. Speaking of which, before I lost my mind, I had severe pain all over my body, but now it's all gone. These places of duel are often arranged by 'broadcasters' to host high-ranking healers. I'm sure my injuries were healed while I was asleep.

"Then I'll send you another compliment, Rato. Well done, winner. You've got a great win."

"Ugh, yeah, thanks...... hey, something, when you get praised against the face like this, it lights up a bit......"

Ha ha, and I get compliments from Hanu as he laughs in the light.

but. Suddenly, his emotions fell out of Hannu's face, laughing gently.

"- But this time it's something I've been so impotent about?

"Ugh......!?

Guru, and Hannu's words pierce his chest. Hanu's hand, which was rubbing his cheek, stopped as if it were some kind of foretaste. Cold glassy golden-eyed silver eyes stare at my face with jitsu eyes.

A sweat erupted from a pore called a pore.

"Uh, uh, uh, oh, that? So, but, uh, I promised, you know, I could do it before I fought... and I did, right? You promised me, didn't you?

I lifted my hands and made no sense, and I moved and excused myself, and Hannu kept staring at me.

Kufu, I laughed.

"- Just kidding. I know, Lato came back satisfied with five, as promised. But that's not to say. Why don't you just keep your sweet face in here, and you'll make it look messy again? Just in case, I'm gonna stab the nail first. Don't feel bad."

"Ha, Hanu... and I thought my heart would stop..."

At some point I was stretched out, teasing my body. I let out my strength and exhaled in relief. Oh good, it was only for a moment but I didn't feel alive...

Kuku, laughing joyfully, and Hannu stroking my cheek.

"Sorry, don't bend your umbilical cord. I'm worried about you. I forgive you. … which one of us will reward the late Lato for keeping his promise? Come on, what do you want? Anything you want? Whatever you want, man?

"Broom......?

After an unexpected suggestion, I looked at Hanu's face and thought about it for a moment.

Victory reward. What I want now. That 's--

Guuuuuuuuuu.

"Ho?"

"Ah..."

My stomach raised its voice before trying to think of anything.

I blush unexpectedly at a time when I seem to have a clear aim.

Hannu tilted her little neck with a Kyotong face.

"... Lato, are you hungry?

"... yeah... or rather, this time, I may have fallen too hungry, me..."

"Oh my...!

I lost money worrying about you - I thought you'd say something, but contrary to my expectations, Hannu laughed heavily looking up at the ceiling.

"Ha, ha, ha! He's a big guy!

"Ugh..."

Embarrassing.I don't know if it's going to fall down with as much serious damage as it did in the meantime, but it's also a rather pitiful story of being extremely hungry and fainting like this one. I don't know why I'm so hungry. I should have had breakfast right. There would be limits to saying you're growing up at your age.

But...

"- Ah, Hanu. I've come up with a reward."

"Yeah? What? Say whatever you want."

To Hannu, who is still gently shaking her shoulders and laughing, I place my left hand next to my lips and give her a little gesture with my right hand.

While wondering, Hannu understood my intentions and brought her left ear closer to this mouth.

Saying these things out loud is a bit - no, it's pretty illuminating. So I whispered in my tiny ear like a tiny tiny flower approaching me.

"... I want to go out with Hannu for something delicious"

…………

Hanu is silent. You can't be deaf, so maybe you're having trouble reacting.

And I'm confused, too, about the silence that was born without trying.

- Oh, that...? Did Hannu ask you for a boring favor when you told me that Hannu would reward you because of you...?

And when I was anxious, Hannu picked more of my cheek meat and pulled it gently as he put his head back in place.

"... silly things"

Hanu's slightly lower voice. I was confused when I looked up at Hannu's face.

There was a girl there with a very happy grin.

Like I couldn't afford the joy of coming in.

The moment I saw that smile, the anxiety that arose in my chest melted like sunlit snow.

And with a bounced voice, she says.

"Then it will be a reward for the concubine"

■

Then a while later, Flim on the muddy side and Rosé, who was still looking calm, came back.

Stepping into the security room, Flim comes as he rattles the floor with Zukazuka on the soles of his double-legged sky raider.

"Oh, I'm really pissed off already! You can manipulate people on your own or whatever. I've been annoyed over and over again. Boiled back!

Does my childhood habit still keep me from lowering my drinks, and I'm still getting angry just ahead of my long brunette twin tail? Behind it was Mr. Rosé following as if he had anthropomorphized the calm deposition intact.

"The more I think back, the more frustrating I just get, Mr. Flim. Apparently, Mr. Rugg is back in consciousness."

"What, lie? Oh, really."

As soon as I heard Mr. Rosé's words, Flim's voice returned to the vegetables. From there, the two of us approach each other with a small run.

"Hart, are you okay? The injury's supposed to be healing, but isn't there something wrong?

"Good luck with the duel, Mr. Rag. It was a brilliant fight."

Mr. Rose praises me for my good work on the flim that worries me.

I take my head off Hannu's knee pillow and wake up slowly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm hungry, but I don't think anything else matters. - Uh, uh, thank you. But it was with Rosé and your guidance that we won."

I smiled naturally as I returned the first half to Flim and the second half to Mr. Rosé.

I feel it now.

Well, I beat Romnick.

I won the duel.

――――

The winning response that twitches in makes the heartbeat of your chest pound.

It was an overly reckless battle, I think.

In addition to the rule prohibiting supportive techniques, my "SEAL" was unwell and I was unable to use other procedures. Differences in strength in the state of vegetables are about the same as in heaven and earth. Besides, his artifact is "empathy" - that is, reading and manipulating the minds of others. The weapons and tools that Flim has prepared for me don't have to be decisive even if I expose them to my wife.

If Romnick had been upset by the fast-splitting thoughts he improvised and my "SEAL" hadn't regained power on the ground, there might not have been this victory.

Thinking about it, it looked overwhelming and it was actually a critical battle - and as soon as I realized that, I ran scared on my spine.

"... hmm? What happened to the Villies? Are we still talking about this?

Surprised that you can only admit what you two look like, Hanu asks that question. But by contrast, Flim shook his head sideways as he sifted. Hiya, clapping your neck,

"That changed things a bit, and I'm done talking to the 'broadcaster', but those people left something first. Oh, I left a message for Hart at once. Uh..."

Flim, um, checks his throat, tells the message in a way that sounds like Mr. Villey.

"'I'm sorry, Mr. Rug. We've got a little rush to run, so we'll take our seats off first. Oh, yeah, I'll go celebrate later, so just wait and see' - that's it. Looks like he went to your opponent..."

"What opponent... Romnick's?

I wonder what it is? My sympathy...... there's no way. Mr. Villey and his brother-in-law don't have one to do that. And then...

"Probably for the artifact entanglement."

Mr Rosé said it in the end. I think so, too.

Among the conditions under which I won the duel was the promise to set up a Romnick duel with Mr. Villey. Perhaps, but he went to discuss the rules of the duel.

But he won't be able to move for a while in the hospital, and I don't think he'll be in such a hurry... is there something special we don't know about?

"I didn't know you were going home without saying hello while you were in charge of one stick of things. I'm not being polite!

Pussy angrily stores the cushion on her knees in storage, ringing the karan colon and pounding waste and Hanu gets up. When I saw it, there was also a thin duvet-like mat under my buttocks. When Hannu retrieves it to storage, she slaps me on the shoulder and urges me to stand up.

"As it were, well, I must have had some important business, so, huh?

Standing up in response to Hannu's urging, I relented at her swelling.

"But a celebration is a good idea. That's enough time, and let's celebrate our victory somewhere... but before we do - hey, Hart?

"Yeah?"

I leaned honestly, without any particular doubt, as Flim invited me in a move to dig a hole in the sand mountains. Then,

"- Well done." [sic]

The palm that summoned me turned into a hand that stroked my head. Flim strokes over my head as he nicks, like he does to a pet or something.

- What is this...?

"... uh, ah... uh... that, ah, thank you...?

I'm also kind of embarrassed that I'm happy to be stroked on the head at this age, and I'm having trouble reacting. I couldn't help but let my eyes swim.

"Beh, nothing, we don't have to celebrate..."

"Oh, what are you talking about? Your disciples have worked hard, so it's your job to praise them properly? Well, you worked really hard. Keep your chest up and be praised."

At first it was one hand, and the rest of my hand joined me, and Naniori and Flim rubbed my head with both hands. The movement and tone of my hands are rhythmic, and that's all I can see is that I'm in such a good mood that I rarely have a "sister." I couldn't resist because I was afraid to invert this mood by saying something extra.

that way but being left to exchange, Flim finally let go of his hand satisfied,

"Oh, yeah. It's about you and the others, after Princess Xiaolong has already praised you, isn't it? Next up, Mr. Rosé."

And I just happened to mention something weird. Turn to Mr. Rosé and show him with a tea glance meditating on one eye.

"Uh, eh? Yes, no, so, you know, we don't have to do anything together either -"

"Right, be sure to let me compliment you too. Mr. Rug."

"- Huh?"

Flim's abrupt suggestion, but Mr. Rose accepted it so badly.

"Come on, come here"

He opens his arms for some reason with no expression and invites me. I have no choice but to hesitate to be embraced. [M]

"Yes, no, this way, even if they say..."

"Yes, I thought you'd say that. Then let me go from here."

"Yeah, yeah, eh!?

At a rate like a rush in a scatter, Mr. Rose turned from passive to offensive. At once, wind thunderstorms. It is not an exaggeration to say so, but I was forced to bury my face in Mr. Rosé's rich double hills in time for the insane walk of distance.

"Mm, mugguuuuuuuuuuuuuu!?

Muyu, and drown in an ocean of unknown softness. I remained rigid as a stone statue. [M]

I'm not sure what it is, but it smells good, and I'm not sure what it is, but the raw body temperature coming from the front of my body is warm, and I'm not sure what it is, but I'm starting to feel like I'm totemoikenaikoto...

Nevertheless, if you were forced out of this state, you could be taken as if you had rejected Mr. Rosé himself. No, well, while I'm thinking about it, Mr. Rose's arms hold the back of his head and back and he's not getting away with it for long.

"As usual, Mr. Rag, I'm a clumsy woman. I can't even think of a good word to say about this to praise you. So this is how I will tell you how I feel"

Geez, and the power to hug your back only strengthens a little. The hand that accompanied my back of my head stroked my hair in a largely modest motion compared to Flim.

"Really, good luck. Congratulations."

A merciful whisper tickles my ears, and I get a tingling feeling behind my chest. The smaller suppressed voice sounded more like a stain from ear to head.

"... oh, yes... thank you, thank you..."

Squeeze out words of gratitude somehow.

Mr. Rosé kept on expressing his unspoken thoughts in the flesh for a while. In the meantime, I didn't even have the idea of holding Rosé back while I was a cock all the time.

At the end of such a short embrace as a long one, I held my breath for some time, haha, and held my early-bell-beating chest with both hands. It was dangerous. If it had been a little longer, I might have fainted, as usual. The way Rosé praised me was too exciting.

Second, the jacket's hem is pulled as hard as it is.

"Huh?"

Turning to think of something - although I had half expected it - Hanu's different colored jito eyes were pointing this way.

"Ah, ya, Hanu!? No, this is different."

At a moment when he thought he could blame him with a low voice, Hannu kept his jittery gaze, and let his mouth break like a kitten. Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, laughing and saying this in a mean voice.

"Lato, whose face is red for a long time? I've been thinking about this for a long time, but isn't he - so called, [upside down], something like that?

"Mutsu-!?"

I was struck by words that were too unexpected. I rush to wave my hands and deny it.

"Shit, no - no, Hanu!? Oh, no, that's not true!? I mean, where did you learn those words?!?

And even where my neck is shaking wide and sideways,

"Oh, you. Speaking of which..."

The fun voice of the devil (Flim) who did it and laughed was plugged in. Look at me with nasty eyes with amethyst colored eyes.

"- Even when Atashi joked about taking a bath with you, you turned your face bright red and panicked, didn't you?

"Hey -!?"

My leeway evaporated once and for all into an attack from a blind spot that never occurred to me.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

My tongue didn't turn well because I was in too much of a hurry, and I bit all over like a broken audio file.

Hannu and Flim look at me like that, both of them bullying faces and eyes.

"You actually kind of took it seriously then, didn't you? Otherwise, it shouldn't be that red, huh?

"Speaking of which, even when Rose brought me Aijinkaiyak, I kept my mouth shut to my concubine?

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!?

Niyanya laughing, Hanu and Flim enjoying my reaction together.

"Uh, uh, no, so the, uh-!?"

I turned my gaze to Rosé, who stood beside me to seek salvation.

But - Lack of facial expression change, Mr. Rose still looked me in the eye with his usual poker face, tilting his little neck for some reason. Then, uh, open your lips as small as you came up with something.

I was stunned from the bottom of my heart the moment I saw a pranky light leap in those amber eyes.

- No way...!?

And slightly - really, really slightly. But I did - kick it, and I smiled at my mouth, and Mr. Rose said:

"... mistress contract, do you want to enter into?

"Nah......!?

It was just the third person. With the advent of a new bully, my face turns bright red and I can't carry on two sentences.

"- Eh...!

When I lost my escape and was completely cornered, I had to blow up.

"Huh, it's knotty - - whoa!!!

My sad cry, the winner of the day, echoed from corner to corner in a large, pure white security room.