'- This man has won again, Yupsilon! There is no one to stop its rapid progress!


　The crowd cheered and booed with a mixture of enthusiasm as the MC played along.

　Mm-hmm, it looks like the show-off strategy is working quite well.

　Since the start of the main game yesterday, we've already played a total of three games.
　In all of those matches, I've gone "guwah-ha! Can I beat you, you mooks! I never shouted like, well, I never shouted like that, but I was in that kind of a position where I was playing a lot of matches that deliberately drew hate, and it seems that I had a fixed fan base that liked things.

　As the game progressed, more and more people began to try to interfere, and I would see more and more overtly hostile reactions on the map, but the king's hoods were able to get rid of them before I could take care of them.

　Well, it's easier when you have good allies, really.
　I thought that half-baked allies were a hindrance, but they were so much better than me. I'm sorry.

What do you think, En. A tournament like this.

　Back in the private anteroom, I sat down on a stationary bench and then materialized when I saw no one else and spoke to En, who was sitting next to me.

...... very, very noisy,

"Haha, well, yeah. It's very, very loud.

"...... thing, Lord, I hate it when people make fun of me.

　His face turns mortified and he says this while pointing out to the audience from the waiting room, to which I reply, scratching my cheek and wondering what to say.

It's because I'm acting like a hater. The audience doesn't really think I'm stupid, do they?

　I think En was referring to the booing of me.

　It's just me doing that kind of villainous performance, and the audience is on board with it, it's a kind of beauty of style.

　So it's not that they really disliked me and booed me, but it was hard for En to understand, who doesn't have much experience with such things.

　...... is not, right? You're not seriously booted, are you?

...... Really?

Well, it's supposed to be. It's just something we do all the time in my house, like a game.

　It's a game between the brave and the demon king. I'm the hero and the demon king's daughters defeat me.

...... So, Lord, you mustn't do something so unpopular. I want the Lord to look good, like a demon king.

"Eh, hmmm ...... I think it's more like a demon king now. ......

...... Still, no.

　I smiled and patted her head as En looked up at me.

"Okay, okay. I'll try to be more like a demon king, so that everyone thinks I'm cool, and En thinks I'm cool too.

"......

　She nodded and her face contorted a bit in satisfaction.



　--I was watching the other players' matches while talking with En, when there was a knock on the door of the waiting room.

　I'm sure you'll be able to see that En has returned to the main body's large taiji, and then open the door to find a demon girl with horns and a tail, who seems to be a member of the management staff.

The time for the match is approaching, Epsilon-sama, please move to the front of the stage entrance as soon as you are ready!

　Apparently, she's come to tell me the game time.
　I waved my hand in acknowledgement - but for some reason she didn't leave the room, but instead squirmed at the door.

　You're going to be able to find out what you're looking for, and you're going to be able to find out what you're looking for.

That's it! I was very excited to see the game! Please sign!

　--she had a quill pen with a strong ink stain and a bit of hard parchment instead of colored paper, apparently.

　Oh, what, you wanted his signature.

　.................. eh, signature?

　I stopped moving in front of the colored paper that I had accepted without thinking.

　Wait a minute, I've never written anything like that before, I don't have a signature.

　............ Okay, I'll just write "Eupsilon" in katakana to fool you.

　I used the wall as a table, wrote a pseudo-signature and handed it to the demon girl. Thank you! I am impressed! He cheered and ran off.

"...... Weird

Yes.

　...... signature.
　Maybe I should practice a little?


　　　* * *


　--Then, I went to the stage entrance as I was told, and walked out onto the arena stage, greeted by a very excited emcee and the voice of the audience.

I'm going to go out to the stage, and I'm going to be greeted by a very excited MC and the crowd. Don't be fooled by its appearance! His beautiful sword-cutting, like a dance, is mesmerizing to many! This is also his first appearance in this tournament, but he has slaughtered his opponents with ease, and you can see his solid skills! Remy Roos!

　And the next one to appear from the opposite stage entrance with my introduction - an old butler (・・・・・・).

　The expression on his face suggests a serenity appropriate for his age, but his straight spine and resolute demeanor that exudes from his entire body give the impression of youthfulness without giving the impression of age at all.

　...... This guy is .......

"You ...... if you're one of the guys who came (・・・・・・) with Nell (・・・・・)?

...... So you're the collaborator in the demon world that the heroes say you are.

　The old butler smiled a dandy smile and said, "You noticed?

"What, you noticed that?

"I've been told of some of its characteristics. The characteristic warp and size of the sword, and the black and red non-slip cord around the hilt. That should be enough to presume that you are a collaborator.

　Oh ...... I see. You've been noticed by En.

　After En became clear on his intentions, he didn't put it in the item box when he was in his big taiji form, but during a match, he untied the cloth.

　You'll find that Nell used to watch it too.
　The only time I showed her En was at the tavern and now she's looking right at it. What a guy!

Well then! Ready--Fi!

　With the play-by-play commentary of the MC, the signal to start the game is sounded.

Oh, I would like to talk to you some more, but the game has started. I'll talk to you some other time, but I'll give you a chance to borrow my heart.

　With that said, as soon as the old butler pulls out the ruggedly built sword that is worn on his hip - there is a definite spirit and pressure around him.



　It's as if the old butler's presence has grown a size or two.

　I'm sure you'll be able to see that the old butler's presence is so overwhelming that you'll feel as if he's a completely different person than the good-natured old man he was just talking about.

You're going to be able to have a look at it. ...... It's ridiculous. It's not like I'm going to borrow your breasts.

No, no, no, not at all. I'm just wondering how good her collaborator is.

"Ha, it's a test of strength, isn't it?

"Well, let's put it that way.

　With a terrific smile on his face, the old butler said so.


　Name: Remiro Gilberto
　Race: Human
　Class: Butler (Swordsman)
　Level: 158
　HP: 3116/3116
　MP: 2509/2509
　Muscle strength: 994
　Durability: 992
　Agility: 910
　Magical power: 606
　Dexterity: 2999
　Good luck: 155
　Specific (unique) skills: mind's eye
　Skills: swordsmanship lv10, fine swordsmanship lv7, daggermanship lv7, bodywork lv8, crisis detection lv7, foresight lv8
　Titles: Sword of God, the limit-bearer, the one who dived into the line of death


　--What the hell, man. This is not the kind of opponent you're going to fight in the middle of a main battle, old man.

　Shit. He's probably very strong.
　An assassin under the king of the demon world is stronger in terms of status, but in terms of sword skills, this one is definitely better.

　He's a level 10 swordsmanship skill. He's a perfect match. All other skills are at base level 7.
　His real class, which isn't disguised, is "Swordsmanship" and he has the dangerous title of "God's Sword" and his status is outstanding.

　It's not just the fact that they are confident in their abilities, but they don't try to hide their human race.
　It's probably because they have the ability to handle the fact that they're human, even if they're exposed and entangled.

　The demon tribe is basically "right" if they are strong.

　...... Or is that a thing?

　By not hiding the fact that you are the only human being, would you rather stand out and serve as a front for your friends so that the rest of them can move around?

　I'm sure this old man would be able to handle such a risk with ease.

　I'm afraid my standards of strength are going to be greatly affected.
　That's what I'm talking about, the demon world. But this old man isn't a demon.

　--There's no way we're going to win with just sword skills.

　Even with my overwhelming strength...I'd still die if I was to be blown off my head or pierced in the heart.

　...... No, I've never tried it, so maybe there's a chance I'll survive, but, well, I'm sure it won't be pleasant. I'm not even going to try.

　If you don't fight with someone who can do that kind of thing and be nervous about it, you'll easily lose.

　...... I guess I'll just have to do my best, then.

　I told En that I'll show you how cool you are.

You should take me seriously too. --En, let's do it.

"......

　I pull En out of her scabbard and put it away in the item box.

　The red blade reflects the sunlight and shines brightly.

"Oooh! Here, finally, Epsilon drew his sword--oh! After all, Remiro is that good a player!

　Eliminating the voices of the host and the audience from my brain, I just look at the person in front of me and let out a short, "Huh!

"--Let's go, Jisan!

　A moment later, as I shouted that, I kicked the earth as hard as I could with the force of an explosion and flew toward the old butler.