episode_0359

When I decided to gain experience in the arena, I placed one limitation on myself.

Unless it is a truly urgent situation, I will not use the Mesugaki skill’s provocation ability.

The Mesgaki skill’s provocation ability is powerful enough to destroy balance as it is a skill in the mode.

This is because provocation works on not only people of a similar level to me, but also people much stronger than me, and even evil spirits.

What about the situation when you are provoked?

This ability, which completely blows away a person’s reason, makes a person move like an NPC in a game.

With the thought of truly educating the arrogant little boy in front of me, I have no choice but to follow my instincts.

Of course, it is not without limitations. Even if it is a Belbung-level skill, in the end, as long as it is a type of status ailment, it can be resisted with personal strength.

Just like the second queen maintained her skill even in anger.

In other words, only someone as strong as the second queen can think even in a situation where reason has evaporated.

No, but don’t you think King Soladdin’s tastes are a bit strange?

Queen 1 is a strong woman who appeared as a threatening enemy in the game. According to Benedick’s story, if the second queen had not become queen, she would have been the head of the knights in her original family.

strong woman. Distorted sexual desire.

…I wonder why the King of Soladin laughed it off even after hearing Lucy’s criticism.

Huh. Anyway, back to the main point. Try using these powerful skills randomly in the arena.

Instead of getting used to fighting with multiple people and fighting in seconds, it only proves once again that I am a rotten person.

So, unless it was urgent, I was planning to keep my mouth shut and continue the fight.

‘…I guess I’m just a little annoyed?’

“I hope there is a skill that matches that arrogance.”

I couldn’t bear to refute my grandfather’s words. The anger felt in the hand holding the ax tightly was not light at all.

ha. Now let’s just keep our mouths shut and not even say hello. Otherwise, I don’t think there will be an answer.

‘My reputation will be destroyed in real time?’

Look at the reaction from the audience. You’re staring at me like I’m a bitch who deserves to be beaten to death.

I’m annoyed that I look weak… I guess the fact that I argued with Bout was so annoying.

‘Then what is it?’

‘Why is that?’

The grumpy laughter that my grandfather let out was quickly contagious to me.

He was right. It was quite enjoyable to imagine the faces of those who were spouting criticism and then struggling to find something to say in embarrassment.

“Both sides. Are you ready?”

“Ready.”

‘yes.’

“You won’t know it if you look at it, right? Are you wearing a prosthetic eye on your face?”

“…Then let’s get started right away.”

As soon as the referee announces the start of the match, it gets tight… no, Bout rushes in with fierce force.

A rush full of confidence that he would be able to crush me with his own strength.

As I looked at the honest and stupid attack that wasn’t worth hearing about the iron wall, I smiled and placed divinity on my shield.

A downward strike with the might of a giant. A threatening attack that seems to split a person like firewood.

A weak person would close their eyes, imagining the terrible scene that would come next.

I wasn’t.

I knew that an attack like that wouldn’t even be able to make a scratch on my shield, so I faced it confidently.

Cheaeng!

The moment the shield and ax touched each other, a gasping sound was heard from the audience.

It was not a sound of astonishment at the terrible scene created by Dok2, but a sound of surprise at the result created by a small child.

The moment I saw the bewildered eyes behind the ax thrown into the air, my mouth started to itch, but I held it back.

I really felt like this idiot’s eyes would roll if I kept talking any longer.

ah. In the end, I called him Pakppak.

But what should I do? That hair shining in the sunlight is so eye-catching.

Even while I was thinking nonsense in my head, my body didn’t miss the opportunity.

As the godfather was thrown away, the mace was lodged in the exposed waist of the man, and there was a sound of something breaking.

“Sigh!”

He endured the pain by biting his tight lip, but his body was different.

As the ribs were shattered, the body that was supporting the weight of the godfather swayed, creating a new gap.

I didn’t miss that and raised my mace again.

After hitting his knee and collapsing his body. As I got down on my knees, I swung the mace towards the face of the guy in front of me.

Faced with that scene, Pakpakgi tightly closed his eyes as if he had predicted a terrible future, but his prediction was wrong.

The mace, which would have smashed his face, came to a clean stop right in front of his nose.

“Puhhh.”

A guy with a face like a bandit is so scared that he can’t even open his eyes. I just can’t stop laughing.

I knocked the guy over by pushing his forehead with the tip of the mace and turned my attention to the referee.

The referee, who came to his senses only after making eye contact with me, raised his voice in a panic.

“Winner! Lucy Aln!”

Why are the people who praised the winner in the previous battle so quiet now? I think the audience watching the play will be noisier than this.

“Of course she’s our daughter! It was great. Lucy!”

…

Hehehe.

ah. Benedick is shouting, but the arena is full. At that level, I don’t even need to hear praise from other people.

*

Day 2 of the arena match. Count Badronel’s expression was not good at all as he inspected those who were clashing weapons below.

It wasn’t because of some accident.

This episode’s arena was conducted more neatly than ever.

Those who gathered after hearing Aln Beck’s name hoped to show an honorable appearance in front of their admirers, and as a result, smiles bloomed on the faces of those in charge of running the game.

It was not because the arena failed to be a success.

Not only was there not a single empty seat in the audience, but even the stairs were filled with people, proving how much interest was being poured into this arena.

“Is that Aln Baek’s daughter?”

“So beautiful.”

“That person is very strong? It doesn’t look like that.”

“Just look. I know it when I see it.”

There is only one reason why his expression is not good. A girl who monopolized the audience’s attention just by appearing. It was because of Lucy Alln.

When Lucy began participating in the arena, Count Badronel thought she would never rise to a high rank.

According to many rumors, it is clear that she has overwhelming talent for her age, but she is a young Soladdin child who did not even graduate from the academy.

Is there any way to survive for long among the strong men of the Tersha Empire who make fighting their life’s work?

Count Badronel hoped that he would hold out until he met his son, but even if he did not meet his son before that, he would still be happy.

However, his expectations were shattered on the first day.

Bout, who had been performing well every time he participated in the arena, was defeated by Lucy without making a single proper attack.

Those who couldn’t see the game would have said that it was just luck, but Count Badronel, who watched the whole thing, couldn’t bear it.

Because I saw the shield that easily deflected the godfather containing Baut’s full power.

Because I caught the sight of the mace that was flying at me without missing the opportunity.

Because I unconsciously exclaimed as I watched the successive attacks.

Count Badronel acknowledged that Lucy’s rumors were not exaggerated at all, and furthermore, he judged that she may have been undervalued under the pretense of making a fuss among wealthy people.

Regardless of personal feelings, Lucy Alln’s inaction clearly deserved recognition.

After that, Lucy Alln continued to win.

Dial, who had been scoffed at by saying that he could win anyway while dealing with various spirits, was blocked in front of Lucy Aln’s shield and was helplessly defeated.

Hanan, who was the son of a famous noble family and wandered around swinging his sword under the pretext of training, succeeded in making a meaningful attack, but ultimately collapsed without being able to overcome the shield.

Gav, famous as a warrior, tried to enter the shield and engage in a fierce battle, but was defeated by the persistence of Lucy Aln, who was constantly recovering with her magic.

By the time the last battle of the first day was over.

I was convinced that Count Badronel was looking down on the Arn family lineage.

“Hoo. Badronelle Baek’s son and Lucy have finally met.”

“…I see.”

Badronel Baek, who was watching his son walking into the arena, tried to smile, but his heart was actually filled with anxiety.

The person named Lucy Alln, whom I watched yesterday, had such overwhelming talent that I couldn’t help but believe that she was Arn Baek’s child.

A knight-level physical ability that is difficult to imagine from a small body.

An overwhelming level of shield proficiency that frustrated many participants.

A mace that delivers a decisive blow as soon as an opportunity is detected.

There was nothing remarkable about it, but the most threatening thing about it was her calmness.

Arrogant and aggressive tone. A look that looks down on the other person. It was a difficult matter to understand because it was obscured by the laughter that made people feverish just by hearing it, but Badronel, who had watched the battle so far, was convinced that Lucy Aln’s true value lay in her calmness.

She was never impatient no matter who she dealt with.

I didn’t rush in too quickly.

The sight of her planning a perfect victory from behind a shield was more like something you’d see in an old knight rather than a young girl, so Count Badronel couldn’t be sure that his son would win.

Obviously, my son has greater physical ability.

I have a lot more experience in combat.

So it must have been my son who was in an advantageous position, but why can’t I picture my son winning?

“Damn it! Damn shield!”

“Phew. You look very urgent, huh? But what difference does that make? I swing my sword like a kid playing knight, but will my shield get scratched?”

A few minutes had passed since the battle began. Count Badronel lowered his head, unable to bear to see his son’s humiliation.

Even without looking, the result is obvious. Since all the glass my son has is meaningless as long as he is fooled by Lucy Aln’s moves, that guy will beat his shield and be defeated by his own grass.

“Try your best. Maybe I will lose on purpose because I appreciate your sincerity. Huh?”

“Shut up! My sword is not finished yet!”

“Do you find my words offensive? Then, try making it quiet. can not? Can’t you do it? Then you should listen quietly. Like a poor person.”

As the battle suddenly became more one-sided, Benedick, who had initially been cheering for Lucy, began to notice Count Badronel next to him.

“Me. that. Badronelle bag. My daughter doesn’t do this out of malice, but because her emotions get stronger during battles.”

Every word he said for comfort only added to the sorrow in Count Badronel’s heart, but Count Badronel forced a smile.

Because Benedick Aln is a person who deserves endless respect.

“It’s okay. Aln bag. You don’t have to comfort me.”

“…but.”

“Our son is lacking, and our daughter is infinitely superior, so why should we need comfort?”

The match was decided while Count Badronel tried to remain calm. The winner was Lucy Alln, and the loser was the eldest son of the Badronell family, who was lying sprawled on the floor.

“…Now that things have come to this, I have to hope that your daughter wins.”

This was Count Badronel’s sincerity. If her strength is proven, won’t the humiliation that will come to our family be lessened?

“I wish I could do that too, but I think it would be difficult. My daughter is definitely a genius, but she still has many shortcomings.”

“It’s okay to not be humble. Aln Bag.”

“No. no. Badronelle bag. This is not humility. I’m just stating facts.”

Normally, Benedick would have made a fuss to the point where others would have been sick of it, but not today.

He looked at the bracket with calm eyes that were different from when he looked at his daughter.

In it was written the name of the person who had exchanged weapons with him in the past.