episode_0358

Around the time when Lucy was preparing to participate in the arena. Those left behind in the Arn Knights were lined up on the floor of the training ground, resting.

From anyone’s perspective, it was not an appearance that people of noble status would wear outside, but none of them pointed out that.

The reality was too bleak to protect the honor of nobility and all.

“Now that lunch is over, I guess I’ll have to wait until dinner again.”

“…3 Prince. Do you really need to mention that?”

“What Lady Patran said is correct. When taking a break, let’s take it easy.”

As soon as Arthur can say a word in the silence, the children of the Patran and Burrow families next to him start scolding him.

However, Arthur was not discouraged at all.

“I wake up early in the morning and run until I feel nauseous. After breakfast, I trained my body until I felt like passing out. What awaits you after lunch?”

“I don’t want to imagine it, so please do it in moderation.”

“I know what to do after dinner. I heard you spar with the knights right before you fall asleep. And he said he was considerate of us who were still young and let us sleep for three hours. Three hours! What touching consideration!”

“3Prince. Will it stop if I get stabbed once with the tip of the spear?”

“But Lucy Alln, who threw us into this damn hell, said she had something else to do and got out of hell alone. That damn bitch!”

Arthur cursed, but neither the jackal nor Joey could dare say anything to him. His anger was completely justified, no matter who saw it.

What calmed Arthur, who had been fussing for a while, were the words Joey carefully said.

“In a way, aren’t you glad you left? If Lady Aln had stayed, it would have been harder than it is now.”

“…That’s right too.”

Arthur lightly agreed to the story.

If the guy who had been spitting out all kinds of criticism and forcing people to stand up while I was training had been next to me, I definitely wouldn’t have had the time to talk right now.

Thinking about it again, I think it would be better if he didn’t come for a long time. I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea to stay away until training is over.

In the first place, what difference would it make if he trained with you?

Lucy Aln, who was familiar with the training of the Aln Knights, would have pushed us hard enough and voluntarily pushed twice as hard.

“Joy. What did that guy say he was going for?”

“The arena on the Tersha Empire side. I heard you would participate in that?”

Is it the arena of the Tersha Empire?

Arthur recalled the time he visited there as a child along with envoys for fellowship.

Several nobles were willing to risk their lives to show off each other’s strength.

Both the loser and the winner smiled and held hands in an honorable match.

And the audience was so enthusiastic about it that they pledged that they too would participate one day.

Is Lucy Alln participating in that?

‘excuse me. excuse me. How does it feel to be spanked by a girl who is much shorter than you?’

“…I feel sorry for the other person.”

Arthur, who remembered a line that Lucy might have said, sympathized with her potential opponent.

What would a person who participated in the arena for an honorable fight think when he heard all kinds of criticism from the girl hiding behind the shield?

And what other worries will you have when the child is smashed to pieces without causing even a single wound and your self-esteem is trampled?

“I hope it doesn’t turn into a diplomatic issue.”

Arthur, who was hoping that no high-ranking nobles would be among Lucy Aln’s enemies, slowly got up when he heard footsteps approaching from afar.

“3Prince.”

“What is it? Frey. Have you finally come to rest too?”

“No. Now break time is over.”

“…already?”

“No, aeaeaeae…”

“God…”

Frey, who liked the training of the Arn Knights, could not understand the three people struggling in despair.

*

The people of the Tersha Empire respect the strong.

Regardless of the status of an individual, it is considered polite to respect him or her as long as he or she is strong enough.

As much as they prefer the strong, the people of the Tersha Empire also have strong contempt for the weak.

They believe that those who are weaker than them should respect them, and if they do not show respect, they make sure to pay the price.

Mercy cannot exist. Being ignored and laughed off by the weak is not goodness, but weakness. The strong had to make the weak pay, even if there was a difference in severity.

Unless you want to be dragged down to the side of the weak. Count Badronel, who had learned about honor from his parents since he was born, knew this fact better than anyone else.

Therefore, I respected Benedick Aln’s strength and laughed off his immediate rudeness, while also tracing Lucy Aln’s whereabouts.

I hoped she would get the right to participate in the arena. To make you pay for your rudeness.

And just now.

Lucy Alln was able to participate in the arena as Count Badronel had hoped.

“Son.”

“Yes. Father.”

“I think you will know even if I don’t say it.”

“Don’t worry. father. I won’t disappoint you.”

After his son left the office, Count Badronel leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and raised the corners of his mouth.

“I need to think about a way to stop Aln Baek’s anger.”

He never thought his son would be defeated.

*

Leaving Benedick lying dead, I went out into the street and once again entered the store managed by members of the Newman family.

To see what happens to those participating in this arena.

If it was simply to gain experience, I would have thought about it after rushing in, but since I have a mission given by the great and noble Lord Armadi, I can’t do that.

I must win the arena and see the stat window!

Personally, I want to know how strong I am right now, but there are some things that can only be done if you exceed a certain stat.

I must complete my mission in order to know how much I have to grow for him.

“This is a list of people you should keep an eye on.”

Newman’s person brought out the materials as soon as I told him my request.

“Do you need a description of each individual?”

‘are you okay.’

“That’s it, so don’t bother me and disappear. A worn-out man.”

“…Yes. I understand.”

After the Newman family member walked away with an awkward laugh, I rested my chin and looked at the list.

There were many names I recognized there.

It was natural. The arena of the Tersha Empire is content that existed in the game Soul Academy. I didn’t completely memorize the names of the NPCs there, but I did remember those who would be an obstacle.

for example.

The man named Bout, who is written in the middle of the participation list, is a guy who carries a loan that most people would not even dare to raise.

Although it doesn’t move quickly, each attack is powerful and has a wide range, making it a difficult enemy to deal with.

Strategy?

Just stay calm. As the power of the attack is strong, the gap after the attack is large, so if you deal with it calmly, you can defeat it without difficulty.

I don’t know how it is now that it’s reality, but it was like that in the game.

This guy named DR is also quite a difficult opponent.

This guy, who used the spirits he worked to harass users, was often called the Shotgun Maker.

If you’re dealing with an enemy in the arena who repeatedly hits and bounces like a user, you’ll inevitably start cursing.

The opponent’s method is to receive the attack and break through.

The damage from each attack is low, so if you fight like you die or I die, you can defeat it without difficulty.

In addition to Park. Gav. box. Arsha. Hanan.

“Does this person also participate in the arena?”

As I was recalling the names I remembered one by one, I shrugged my shoulders in surprise when I heard a voice next to me.

“That. I’m sorry. Lucy. A voice came out inadvertently as I came across a name that I had used before while holding my weapon against him. ”

Great Benedic decisive battle weapon. Benedick, as if unable to escape the aftereffects of hating his father, met my gaze and immediately offered an apology.

But I can’t forgive you yet.

I explained it so kindly to you, but you didn’t even pretend to listen.

If the people at the bar hadn’t stepped up, I would have been treated like a total bitch.

When I think about the injustice I felt back then, it is still too early to forgive.

Do you think I would like you to stay away from me?

Umm. no. That’s too obvious.

It would be better to turn your head away without saying anything.

My prediction was right. As he turned his gaze toward the list without any response, Benedick’s large body collapsed.

“This Papa was wrong. Please forgive me.”

“…”

“Lucyiii.”

Did it seem pitiful that a giant who had never known defeat was being dragged around? The bald knight waiting behind him quietly spoke.

“Stir. miss. The head of the family also has good intentions.”

‘It’s noisy. bald head.’

“Noisy. Because you’re so tactless, I didn’t run away because I didn’t like your hair.”

The bald knight fell silent at my sharp tone, but on his behalf, two others, Carl and Erin, defended Benedick one after another.

“Lady. The head of the family is also fully reflecting.”

“That’s right. miss. Now, how about you forgive me out of your generosity?”

…Ugh. I don’t know if it’s someone else, but if two people who are infinitely friendly to me say the same thing, I can’t help but listen to it.

I turned my head towards Benedick, who was licking his lips and was now on the verge of tears.

“Papa♡”

“…Lucy.”

“Next time, if you do something stupid like this again, I really won’t forgive you♡ No matter how stupid you are…”

“Lucyiii!”

Before I could finish speaking, Benedick burst into tears and hugged me with liquid pouring all over his face.

At first, I was trying to escape from the squishy feeling, but now it was impossible for me to escape Benedick’s monstrous strength.

After a while, I gave up and patted Benedick on the back until he calmed down.

“Phu Hung. that. I’m sorry. Lucy. This ugly Papa.”

‘That’s enough, just stop.’

“That’s it. Is it only a day or two that your foolish father acts foolishly?”

“Sigh. How can you misunderstand such a kind Lucy? This ugly papa can’t even raise his head.”

Haha. I don’t think I’ll get an answer even if I try to appease him clumsily, so let’s just change the subject.

If we talk about something else, things will calm down.

‘Just before that…’

“More than that, my father is a fool. You said there was a bastard you just dealt with here, right? Tell me. I will especially listen to how foolish your father has been in the past.”

*

The day the arena is held. After finishing his congratulatory speech, Count Badronel leisurely watched the fight of several fighters from the upper class seat.

The quality of this arena is higher than usual. It’s clear that Arn Beck’s appearance on the streets had an impact.

It’s natural to want to show off one’s strength in front of a strong man who is legendary throughout the continent.

“Oh. It’s finally Lucy’s turn!”

Count Badronel turned his head following Benedick Aln’s excited voice and glanced at Lucy who had walked out the door.

The quality of the weapons is good.

The shield that shines in the light of the sun is sacred enough to remind us of legends of the past, and the mace, which seems to never fade, is so beautiful that anyone who wields a weapon would admire it, but it is also terrifying.

However, compared to the weapons on both hands, the armor is flimsy. It’s not a bad item, but it’s true that the quality is much lower than that of a shield and mace.

What kind of confidence is this? The weapon you need to pay most attention to on the battlefield is armor, not anything else.

What? Regardless of such questions, it is beautiful, so beautiful.

Just by showing up, you not only capture the attention of the audience but also the soul of the other person.

If that guy climbs to great heights, this arena is sure to be more successful than ever.

But it turned out to be a pity. Because the first opponent is not good.

Bout, the godfather, is not a man so shabby that he loses to a girl like that.

It’s really difficult to be eliminated before I even meet my son, but it’s also exhilarating.

While Count Badronel was convinced of Lucy’s defeat, Bout, who was standing across from Lucy, barely came to his senses and headed toward Lucy.

“Please take care of me. Lady Aln. I hope it will be a good match.”

When Bout, who is clearly strong enough to see anyone, asks to greet him first, voices praising his mercy erupt from the audience.

However, those voices did not last long.

“Okay. Please take care of me. It’s tight. But I don’t know if it will be a good match. There’s no way your clumsy, slow ax can touch me.”

Because Lucy’s response to that greeting turned the arena into a library.