The Other Side of the Last Boss

Game one, game one.

Oswald VS Gordorf.

It is a battle that accounts for this trend in Valkyrius.

Even if Oswald loses the most, he still has his men, while if Godolph loses, the Isaac faction will be desperate.

Although there is such a difference.

The audience was suddenly the biggest.

Just before that game starts, I'll be back to everyone.

"Ha."

"What's wrong? Sigh or something."

Euphiria glances at my face.

"No, it's not a big deal. Never mind."

Looks like the players were just about to come in, and Oswald enters with the announcement.

And then Godolph enters.

Gordorf wore full body armor and a full face shaped helmet.

Standing with a large, dark steel armor, he made what he saw appear.

Slowly, slowly walk down the stone floor.

"Chip. Did the Ten mess with Godolph? Fair enough."

Oswald whispers abominably.

"Uh, I have one report for you before we start the game."

Fiona, the referee, receives a small rod-shaped one with a loud magic effect - a microphone and begins reporting.

"There was a little trouble between the players before the game started. So there are a few people who have been rendered incapable of fighting."

The venue squeaks at Fiona's words.

"Whoa. It's called a qualifying party, it's not under control!

Naturally anyone who comes to watch the game complains.

"Everyone be quiet!

Fiona drinks.

"Those who have been rendered unable to participate due to injuries are in both armies. We have not been able to conduct a detailed investigation at this stage into whether or not we have set up a dispute or whether or not we have had our hands on it first. But that's why it's hard to start again at a later date, and I'd like to start the game like this without asking, what do you think?

"We are samurai. These things shake themselves off. It's worse not being able to make it to the game with that!

Oswald speaks to the audience in a dignified manner.

It deepened the suspicion that it was Oswald's fault.

But Oswald doesn't care what they think.

There were many protests against the disturbances in the qualifying round, but they were considered unquestioned.

"So that His Royal Highness Oswald's consent was obtained. By the way, His Highness Isaac has already agreed."

"Right. Speaking of which, who was injured? Earlier, I heard there were ten of them."

Only two men on Isaac's side fought more than failed to involve Godolph.

I should have lynched for 10 people, but I feel sorry for the wounded.

He must be scolded later.

It was obvious that I was thinking that way.

"Er. There are two Isaac factions. Now the only remaining members of the Isaac camp are His Highness Isaac and Godolph."

"Ho. Right, right. It was an unfortunate accident."

Oswald laughs at Niyaniya.

"What an unfortunate accident. Your orders, I suppose!

"You have no idea what this is about. Besides, there's an injured person here, so it's a pain split. I have no choice."

Oswald flatly took a yaj from an audience supporting Isaac.

It's not like I was originally noble or anything like that.

I don't think he cares about this level of crap.

"And that's right. The Oswald faction, the Ten -"

Fiona hung up there once.

And when I hear those words, Oswald's spare (squeaky) expression changes.

"All of them."

"Huh!?

That seemed the same to the audience, and the venue quieted back without understanding.

"Hey, seriously, what happened to the ten people!

"So they're all hit by something and they're incapable of fighting. It's worse than living a lot."

Fiona answered with such a hard body.

"Is there such an idiot thing! Are you saying that ten people lost 10 to 2!?

"No, because the two people on Isaac's side are knocked out. At that point, they were all fine, right?"

"Then what the hell happened! You can defeat all ten of them."

"Even if they say that, we don't know what happened to our operations either."

Fiona shrugged her shoulders with her hands on her hips.

Such disturbances would have stopped if the operational staff had witnessed them in the first place.

"Is that you!? Did you do it?

"I can't deal with 10 of them at the same time and let no one get away with it without finding out."

"Then who the hell………"

Oswald is confused.

"I don't know, I don't know, but you're also willing to know. I know, but I can't tell you."

I don't know what you're talking about anymore.

"What are you talking about?"

Naturally Oswald yells at me without understanding.

"I mean, shouldn't you explain to me? I don't know what's going on here either. I'm having trouble dealing with it."

Fiona's in the audience. Look at me.

Over here, guys.

"Besides, if you're going to use these means, I need to judge you."

I didn't expect anything like this either.

I mean, I didn't do anything.

I look back on earlier as I sigh.

"What is this?

I was led to a passage closer to the athlete's office.

When she arrived at the scene, Jeko was kneeling (on her knees).

Apparently, the competition participants had problems with each other.

Many athletes have lost their minds.

"This man is a bloody Brad."

Grandpa says plainly.

Even though my head is stuck in the wall, I don't think I know who it is very well.

"No, that's not what I'm asking..."

I sit in the 'chair' where I was just in time and see the brochure featuring the competition participants.

"You're one of those guys called the Oswald Ten. And then there's the red triplets."

"Master Ashtar is sitting here right now."

"Oh, I thought you had just the right chair, but were you a person"

The red triplets and the others had fallen in folds, just right for sitting down.

"So, who's the clever guy who's stuck his head to the ground and sleeping with a half ass out?

"I'm not asleep, but you're Ian from Wine Red."

"Is it also a decision that these guys have to unify the colors of their two names in red?

Actually, it's stained with bright red blood, so you're right about two names.

The truth is, I think I put it on with blood back.

"Come on? Anyway, I thought I'd have to report that this is happening."

Grandpa gracefully gives a bowl of grace.

"You can report this to me. This kind of crushing seems to have happened at the qualifying party, and it's a big deal."

A little further away, Isaac's strongest minister and two Britton Army generals were beaten to pieces.

The Oswald Ten seemed to have all been hit, a tragic scene where a total of 12 people were falling.

"Is that it? You can't defeat 10 people with two people on Isaac's side. Then there's no way you two are in this state."

I say what I wonder.

"Yes, I'm the one who did the Oswald Ten."

"You. Then we have a problem!

Jeko has reported flatly.

If you want to intervene like this, you just did it and you're done.

Even when I yelled, Jeko took it flat.

"Please calm down. This is self-defense because we have been causing it from that side. Self-defense should have been allowed."

"Is that true?

I look at Jeko with suspicious eyes.

But Jeko explained confidently.

According to Jeko's description:

Valkyriul day. Morning before the game.

Jeko leaves the bathroom near the room where the athlete refrains.

More than 10 people were making some noise there.

It is more of a one-sided lynch than a brawl.

It would be natural. There are only two Isaac factions, whereas there are 10 Oswald factions.

Such disturbances should be stopped by those of the Dougza denomination who are otherwise running the tournament.

But there seemed to be no such person around.

It's a situation that doesn't matter to Jeko, and she tries to ignore it and pass by.

Thereupon their conversation was heard leaking.

"Can these two be like this?"

"And then there's Godolph. Isaac says Oswald will defeat you in public."

"And... evil god."

Hearing the words, Jeko looks back in surprise.

"I don't know who the evil gods are, but I have to show them to my eyes."

"Oh, I'm so lucky to have come out here."

Why do they know the Evil God? Why are you provoking hostility?

You should have cared about it there, but Jeko didn't.

I walk over there with Stasta and tell him in anger.

"The evil god complains..."

Poking and ringing my fingers.

- Tell me.