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In the morning, I wake up to the light of day and the soft feeling.

When I open my eyes, I see what looks like Faraes' chest.

Apparently, while I was sleeping, my head was buried in Faraes' chest.

Naturally, the body is embraced and fixed by Faraes.

Also, I think I'm in this position.

"... n"

"Oh..."

So Faraes speaks up.

Apparently, it's happening.

"Ah, good morning, Slade... again, you're in this position"

"Oh, good morning...... sounds like it"

"Hehe, it's just not like this today."

Faraes says that to me.

Sure, I have a game scheduled today, so I have to get up early.

I'm a little sorry, but this won't help either.

"Huh?"

So, one voice sounds.

It's Sona's voice.

"Ah..."

A slight change of sight revealed that Sona, who woke up, was watching us.

"Ah..."

Like me, Faraes recognizes Sona.

I was told yesterday that I didn't care that much, but this was still awkward.

"S, Slade...... you......"

"Oh, no..."

What's in Sona's eyes is me nodding my face at Faraes' chest. What makes you think it's a lot of things, you won't have a choice.

"Shit, isn't it painful?

But against my expectations, Sona asked me that.

Thank God you're worried about me in this situation.

By the way, I never find it painful.

Rather, it is wrapped in happiness.

"It's okay."

"Really?"

"Oh, thank you"

Apparently, Sona doesn't really care about this situation.

That, too, is very gratifying.

"... you look happy"

"Yes, no..."

So, Sona's been saying that.

Sure, I'm glad to hear it, but it's not like I can put it in my mouth.

"Well, that's amazing..."

"Yeah?"

The next word that Sona unleashes, I feel uncomfortable.

For some reason, Sona is empathetic.

Could it be that Sona has felt it, too?

"Ah..."

Sona, after releasing her words, was blushing for some reason.

After all, something seems to have happened.

"Slade."

"Yeah?"

When I'm thinking about that, Faraes talks to me in a whisper.

"Yesterday in the bathroom..."

"Oh well..."

Apparently, there was a lot going on yesterday.

I'm going to stop asking you any more because it seems like a lot of things first.

"Well, it's time to wake up."

"Oh......"

I wake up my body while Faraes says so, and I follow it.

Today, the day begins.

◇ ◇ ◇

We had breakfast.

Today, for the game, I'm going to carry the food firmly into my mouth.

Because you have to eat properly and store your energy.

"Please eat more and more, Mr. Slade"

"Oh, sure."

That's what Cletta calls me.

Cletta's been thinking about the menu for the game.

Cretta, who always cares about us, loses her mind.

"Thank you, Cletta... this menu will help"

"I can only do this because I can't go for backup..."

When I say thank you, Cretta's been saying that.

That's something you don't need to worry about.

From this meal, Cretta's feelings are conveyed. Even if you can't come back for me, that's all I need.

"No, Cretta's feelings are telling."

"Oh, really? Good for you."

To my word, Cretta blushes her cheeks.

Sounds a little lit.

"Hehe, Cretta, are you lit?

"Ugh..."

"Mr. Cretta, she's cute."

"Ugh..."

To such a cletta, Faraes and Celia say such a thing.

It's unusual, so it should include a little teasing.

In such a soothing atmosphere, the meal proceeded.

◇ ◇ ◇

We were at the Knights base.

Today, it's a game with Noir. That's why we're waiting in the holding room.

"Slade, I'm sorry, but this time, I'm not wearing a second."

"Yeah?"

That's what Faraes has said in the meantime.

In the last game, the four of them were on second, but this time they don't seem to be.

Was there anything wrong with it from the mouthpiece?

"Mr. Orfina invited me. That's why we're gonna be watching from the special seats."

"Really?"

"Oh, there's no reason to say no... I really wanted to be your second..."

"Well, then, there's no choice."

Faraes seems a little sorry.

However, Mr Orfina's immediate invitation would be hard to refuse in his position. Then there's no choice.

"Besides, Sona has to go there too"

"Well... well, I kind of knew that"

Apparently, Sona also sees from the special seats.

This battle is about betting Sona. For that reason, it wouldn't be a good idea for Sona to look like she's on this side.

Unlike in Celia's time, that's more of a decision to make this time than there is an arrangement between houses called Forgiveness.

"Slade, I'm sorry. You fight for me..."

So, Sona herself raised her voice.

He apologized to me because he was sorry. But this is something that Sona doesn't have to apologize for.

"It's okay. I know you're here for me."

"Slade...... thanks"

Sona laughs at my words.

Are you nervous, that smile was somewhere elusive.

From now on, because of the game that determines your own fate, that may not be impossible either.

But still, I'm a little worried that I don't seem to be feeling well from earlier.

I wish I didn't feel too bad and fall down.

"You can leave Sona to me"

You know that's my concern, that's what Faraes told me.

Maybe Faraes worried about Sona and accepted some aspects of the proposal.

That's what I thought when I heard what I was saying.

"Oh, nice to meet you"

Either way, if Faraes were by his side, Sona would be comfortable. So I'll take care of Sona, and I should concentrate on the game.

"Then me and Sona will go. Celia, did you ask for the rest?

"Yes! I'll take care of it"

"Slade...... good luck"

"Oh, you were going on a big ship..."

Faraes and Sona, that's all I'm saying, get out of the room.

Those two, from a place called Special Seats, will be there for you.

"Looks like you're done talking... Slade"

After Faraes and Sona left, a man came into the holding room.

"Dion......!

"I'm trying to get to your second, too."

The man's name is Dion. He's part of the same 4th Squad as us.

Last time, he followed me as my second, but this time he seemed to come.

"You're here... thanks"

"Oh, I heard it was your fight, and I wanted to support you."

He is still a good man to hear about this battle.

Whatever it is, now my second is two.

Medium, comforting.

Mr. Slade, it's your turn.

Talking like that, the door to the room was slammed.

Apparently, the game is about to start.

"Go."

"Oh, Slade...... good luck"

"Master, please, don't lose"

Finally, the game between me and Noir begins.