episode_0361

The arena door opens and a small girl appears.

When she first appeared in the arena, the audience’s eyes were filled with doubt. Everyone’s opinion was how strong such a small child could be.

However, Lucy Alln shattered those doubts by proving her strength. Through his countless victories, he showed that he was a human being worthy of respect.

Therefore, the audience’s gaze toward Lucy now contained respect for her inaction. There was a belief that even against a strong opponent, one would not lose without reason.

“You foul-mouthed angel! Give the strongman a shot!”

“Not even beasts can break your shield!”

“Angel! I bet everything on you! Show me!”

“Fighting! You can do it!”

It was a time when endless words of support erupted in anticipation for a great game. Benedick, who was sitting on one side of the audience, had a grim expression on his face.

Anyone who saw it would think it was strange. Benedick, who had shown his love for his daughter so openly that others were sick of him, did not jump on the bandwagon and support Lucy.

He was looking at Lucy with a frown.

“Aln bag. Aren’t you going to cheer this time?”

Count Badronel, who felt puzzled by the sight, asked a question, and only then did Benedick give an awkward smile.

“No way. How could I not support my cute daughter.”

“I know that, but your expression wasn’t very good.”

“…I’m worried.”

Benedick does not doubt Lucy’s talent.

Even excluding Benedick’s love for her daughter, she is clearly a genius. Otherwise, there is no way that a child who found it difficult to even climb stairs could be evaluated as having the greatest talent among the kingdom’s gods in just over a year.

At the same time, Benedick believes in Lucy’s abilities.

Nowadays, even if she takes the name Lucy Alln and takes the exam to join the Knights of Alln, her skills are outstanding enough to pass.

Benedick’s usual fuss is nothing more than concern for his beloved daughter. It is not a suspicion about a warrior named Lucy Alln.

However, this time the opponent was not very good.

Rasha.

A madman who traveled the entire continent, fought famous strongmen, and survived countless battles.

Among the many strong men Benedick remembers, he is the one who left a strong impression.

Even though a long time had passed, far from weakening, she had become stronger than before, and she was not an opponent that the current Lucy could handle.

“Haha. Don’t worry. Aln bag. As you may have seen, Rasha is a person who knows the extent of things. I am not the type of person who would cause irreparable harm to your daughter.”

Benedick could not bear to nod his head at what Count Badronel said while smiling.

He knows it too. I have clashed fists with someone named Rasha in the past, so how can I not understand her temper?

Rasha obviously likes fighting, but is not a person who particularly likes to see blood. But on the other hand, he is also a person who is willing to shed as much blood as he wants in a fight.

Benedick knew this fact so well that he could not shake off his worries.

Rasha is a person who could harm Lucy in order to drag me into a fight.

If that guy does something unexpected, will I be able to react right away?

Can you stop Rasha before Lucy is in danger?

Just as her worries about her daughter were deepening, the arena door opened and Lucy’s opponent appeared.

Rasha.

There are countless words to describe her.

“Weakness maker!”

A nickname given to a person who goes to a strong person that everyone recognizes and crushes them, turning them into a relative weakling.

“Festival Smasher!”

A title that arose naturally as a person recklessly attacks the strong and causes trouble, without paying attention to the surrounding situation.

“Humility Injector!”

“Fighting maniac!”

“Crazy bitch!”

“Hey! Crazy bitch is just an insult!”

As Rasha raises her voice amid the endless chanting, laughter erupts here and there.

Then, the moment one person utters one title that represents her among the many titles, the atmosphere changes.

“Hunting the strong!”

One word that reveals Rasha’s human behavior principle and her way of life.

“Hunting the strong!”

“Hunting the strong!”

“Hunting the strong!”

She walked to the center of the arena while listening to the shouts of the audience, met Lucy’s eyes that looked at her as if she was annoyed, smiled, and lifted her legs up.

Coo!

And the moment she trampled the earth, the earth could not bear the pain and screamed.

“Weak ones, shut up!”

As a shout so loud that it covers the voices of all the audience encroaches on the arena, people fall silent one by one.

After a while and complete silence was found, Rasha smiled and turned her gaze towards Benedick.

“Hey! Benedick! I have a suggestion!”

“You don’t have to say it that loudly to be heard, so I’d like you to just speak normally.”

“I was thinking about it yesterday!”

Regardless of whether Benedick lowered his eyebrows at the sight of Rasha not even listening to what he was saying, Rasha only said what she wanted to say.

“If your daughter and I fight, the outcome is obvious and one-sided! That’s not fun!”

“What do you want to say?”

“1 minute! If your daughter lasts one minute against me, I’ll let her win! Instead, if your daughter loses, you will join me!”

An exciting proposal that can be made because one believes in one’s overwhelming ability.

Benedick frowned at the fact that his daughter had been ignored, but at the same time he welcomed the offer.

It’s good that Lucy, who originally didn’t have even the slightest chance of victory, has hope, but what’s especially attractive is that Rasha won’t harm Lucy in order to call me out.

So, if you think about it calmly, it is an offer that there is no reason to refuse.

“Are you not going to harm Lucy?”

“I don’t do it. What are you doing? I have no hobby of picking sprouts.”

“Then I don’t care.”

In the end, it is Lucy who decides whether to accept this offer or not. Because she is the party to this bet.

Rasha, seeing that Benedick was silent, smiled brightly and turned his gaze towards Lucy.

“Hey. Benedick’s daughter. What should I do? This is better than having no method at all, right? Huh?”

Rasha was confident that Lucy would not refuse this offer.

Contrary to her fierce appearance, Lucy Alln is an extremely calculating person.

The eyes of a hunter hiding behind a shield and observing the opponent are not something that a bastard who moves based on emotions can show.

I still see it now. Instead of giving an answer right away, you are calmly calculating your profits and losses.

“Are you sure you don’t have the confidence to last one minute? I thought he was a strong guy, but he was actually a petty little guy?”

When Rasha, who didn’t like waiting, added another word, a ferocity appeared in Lucy’s eyes.

“…I’ll take your stupid offer, muscle pig♡”

okay. It has to come out like this. Young blood should have this quality.

“Don’t whine after you lose♡ It’ll look really ugly then♡”

“Khaha. You are full of confidence. Do you think you can beat me?”

“Why are you asking the obvious?♡ I’m not stupid enough to be bitten by an unintelligent animal♡ I know that even your brain is full of muscle, but I hope you live your life thinking a little more♡ Muscle pig♡”

Rasha couldn’t speak out as she was trying to suppress her rising passion.

Hehehe. I’ve heard rumors that speaking is dirty, but this isn’t just dirty.

That voice that exudes anger with every word is already a blessing.

Does it have something that plays with people’s emotions?

It’s fun. fun.

“Let’s see if his skills are as good as his confident voice.”

How much of a threat is this child who is screaming that our damn evil god should kill him? And let’s check how much potential it has.

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The old man laughed when he saw Rasha’s eyes become even bloodier.

‘It’s dangerous.’

If Rasha’s reason evaporates and she extends her fist to kill me, it will be quite difficult.

‘But if you want to win, shouldn’t you take this much risk?’

Nevertheless, the reason I truly provoked Rasha was because I trusted her.

Rasha said. I am a person who will achieve great success in the future. I have no intention of cutting them until they are fully grown.

Rasha made a promise to Benedick.

That it wouldn’t harm me.

If it’s Rasha. If you’re that crazy guy who sacrifices everything for the fight. If you are that madman who treats evil spirits as tools.

Even if it launches an attack to kill me, it will stop midway.

That small hesitation will definitely take up a place in the one minute I have to endure.

Of course, this isn’t the only reason, but it’s not like Grandpa will understand even if I explain it.

‘no. ‘Not really.’

It is true that a quest is given, but there is no reason to clear it.

Even if you fail, all you have to do is pray to the poor Lord. It’s a shame that you can’t see the status window, but it’s not something you have to see.

‘This is the best.’

To increase your chances of winning, you must touch your opponent’s emotions. Because I made that decision, I only provoked it.

After hearing my explanation, the old man was speechless and then made a voice that was close to lamentation.

‘yes? What does that mean all of a sudden?’

Isn’t it better to struggle and do everything you can rather than lose helplessly? Why do I have to be called crazy when I’m just trying my best?

‘At that time, my father will do something. what.’

Benedick is in the audience with his eyes open and blue. Does he have to die? With that belief in mind, I shrugged my shoulders and sighed as if my grandfather could hear me.

‘You’ve put measures in place, right?’

Instead of responding to the old man’s grumbling, I ignored him and applied several buffs. I felt like no matter what I said, my grandfather’s dissatisfaction would only increase.

After some time, when all preparations were completed, Rasha stretched out.

“Are you ready now? Little boy?”

“You can see it with your eyes♡ Is it possible that the optic nerve was also filled with muscles?♡”

“Haha. First of all, I have to make him shut his mouth.”

I raise my shield while watching Rasha waving her arms.

A state of heightened emotions.

You’ve never dealt with me before. long

Even if he keeps his hands to enjoy, he has a tendency to hit hard on the first move.

Based on these evidences, the first attack will be one I know all too well.

“Go. Just hold on for a little while.”

I knew it.

I raised the corners of my mouth at the realization that my prediction had come true, and moved my shield following the sensation engraved in my soul.

I hope that Rasha beyond the monitor will remain for a long time.