The first one is Amelia.
　The second is Brigitte.
　The third was Caroline.

　When orphans with no names were taken in, they were given random names.

　A symbol, a name.

　Some red-haired person once said that a name is nothing more than a symbol, but there are places where this is done as a matter of course.

　The twenty-sixth person was Zara.
　The twenty-sixth is Zara, and the twenty-seventh is Amelia.

　A clerical numbering system to eliminate as much hassle as possible.

　The Irune was the second Irune currently "in the possession" of the orphanage.

　There have been many Irunes in the past.
　The second Irune ......Irune "B" didn't know what kind of life they were living, or if they were already dead, but she knew that they were probably not living well. But even as a young girl, she could somehow imagine that she was not living a good life.

　She had no way of knowing what kind of parents she had been born to.

　Once a day, she devoured a meal that smelled like garbage made up of the leftovers of the people living above her.
　There was no cutlery or anything. Just like livestock, the only "life" she could sense was the scramble for the raw garbage in the middle of the hut called the cafeteria to keep it from the other children.

　Poor conditions.

　Even so, there were a certain number of children who could eat a decent meal.

　The orphanage's economy was based on selling off orphans and a certain business.
　Only those children who were "useful" for the business were allowed to live a relatively human life.

　In return, those who were "rented out" for business were deprived of their dignity in the name of humanity.

　Irune "B" was no exception, and was invited by a filthy priest to start his "business". He asked me if I would like to be a part of his group of children who could eat a decent meal.

　He must be about 40 years old, with almost all of his teeth missing. He had a red face, always tinged with alcohol, and an ugly smell from his flaccid appearance. Still, as he was a priest and the head of an orphanage, I had no choice but to follow his words.

　"I was rented out, and I saw hell.

　Their names, without exception, were "nobles."

　It was better to imitate livestock for laughs, to feed them in exchange for their dignity.

　What was popular among the "aristocrats" at the time was the amusing game of killing each other's "borrowed" children.

　They called it "sword fighting."

　They killed each other over and over again. You have to be stronger than everyone else to survive.
　That's what the nobleman kept saying who loved Irune "B" so much he borrowed her every time.
　You have to be stronger than everyone to survive. Yes, more than anyone. And.

　There were no lofty aspirations of self-improvement there.
　He would go to great lengths to bring others down, kick them down, and reach for the seat himself.
　That's the kind of strength we were taught was strength.

　I was never trying to do what they said.

　But I knew it was the right thing to do.
　Stronger than anyone else. Stronger than the fat "nobleman" or whatever his owner is right now. Than the lowly priest who always takes the money with the return of Irune "B". Than the children who fight for their food every day.

　Be strong. Stronger than anyone. I guess that's it.

　--She doesn't know her birth. She doesn't know what kind of parents she has.

　But that day.

　The only friend she's ever had at the orphanage.
　"The day she sank into deep despair when she was forced to use her sword in a game they call "sword fighting.

　That day when I found myself slaughtering many adults, along with the noblemen who had borrowed me, with the impulse that roared from deep within me.

　Since that day, when I carefully and meticulously slaughtered the nobles who desperately tried to kill me, their faces dyed with fear.


　"When I saw Arawn's blood, all the emotions of that day went through me.

　It's so comforting, it blurs my memory.



　--My only friend. He was called Irune "A" until the day he turned into a wreck.



















　-Arena Spectacula.


"Aaah ......!!!!

　A momentary scream pierced the spectacle as Richter was blown to pieces.

　But there was the "Second in the Kingdom". He did a somersault with one hand on the ground.
　When he landed, he saw Arawn looming in front of him and met the swinging fist with his gladius.

"Agh!
"--！！！！

　"Heavy."
　I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it's a good idea.
　It was not madness or murderous intent that Richter sensed when he caught it, but simply the increased strength of his muscles.

　The limiter in his head had flipped off.
　The only thing that gave him that impression was her current tremendous power and...

"......

　Richter lowered his gaze.
　The red dripping from her bare thighs.
　There is no such thing as painless. I'm not sure what to make of this.

I don't know.
Oh, oh, oh!

　The uppercut is delivered from below, and Gladius is hit in the stomach.


　The sound of the dull thud itself was the same as before.
　The only thing wrong with it is that even with Richter's power, he failed to catch it.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

"Gah, ......!

　He knew that it was a blow that would pierce his stomach if he took it seriously.
　That's why he took a blushing look at himself.
　The pain was so strong that his vision burst.

　He blows up and rolls two or three times.
　He scraped the cobblestones with the butt of his gladius handle and managed to stay still, but in spite of the pain he quickly looked up.

"--!

　Their eyes crossed.
　The bloodshot eyes that were only thinking about killing the enemy in front of them were different in color, but they traced a trail like the gold of Futa when he was fighting.

　Richter laughed at his own misfortune as he felt as if he were dealing with a wild beast, a monster that was not meant to be dealt with by humans.

　A moment later, a sharp kick from his right shoulder, as if he were kicking a ball away.

　The audience screams as Richter is blown away again by the clipping and spinning.

I'm not sure what to say.
I'm sure Arawn is completely unaware of the pain in his leg. I'm not sure what to say.
No, no, no!　Richter, are you okay?
Hmm?　I'm not sure.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

I'm not sure if you've seen this before.


　He was punched, he was kicked.
　He was punched, kicked, and strangled, which took away a lot of his strength.
　But still, he would not let go of the gladius.

　He calmly assessed the runaway Arawn.

"Well, that's quite a feat. Aylan B. Smiles.

　It's no wonder why Prim has to play her trump card to protect herself.

"Shhhh!

　He dodges a fist flying to his right. Use your gladius to deal with heavy kicks. Just when you think your right foot has been hit, your left foot is already spinning and attacking you.
　You wonder if he has wings.　It's only because she's unarmed that she can do such an aerial assault.

　The way she uses Richter's shoulder as a foothold to kick up and then spin around, she is certainly a one-woman show that deserves to be called "Aria".

Her tone of voice and behavior are that of a lady, but not this one. Dancing is not meant to be done alone.

　When I saw her appearance for the first time, I mistook her for a noblewoman of some other country.

　Even Richter is like that. Her manners and etiquette were, in the eyes of the Lord Treasurer, nothing short of perfection.

　How she had managed to improve herself so much, Richter did not know.
　But when he heard that she was a swordswoman, and that she had done what Arawn had done, Richter knew that he had been mistaken.

　She somehow behaved like a noblewoman - a woman who had risen from the ranks of the common people.

"I'm not dancing!　I'm just chanting. I'm just chanting until I sink and fizzle out!
"Agh!

　Ha-ha-ha!　With a broken smile, the tireless mermaid princess set out to "sink" Richter.

　With each blow of her fist and each kick, she takes away Richter's strength, takes away his energy, and accumulates pain.

Come on, let's chant!
"...... Right.

　He flicked Arawn's fist with his gladius with even more force.

　A slight void was created.
　He exhaled as Aylan prepared for Richter's next.

"Chant. Disappearing into a bubble. I'm sure you've heard of the Sirens.

　He clutched his dueling sword in his hand.

　--I was thinking about what she wanted.

　I've been thinking about what she wants. I've been trying to act like a nobleman, but I've been holding my own as a fighting swordsman. And his style emphasized defeating the opponent by any means necessary.

　Killing is winning.

　Considering her philosophy, it's about right.
　I don't know her background, but I have an idea of how she lived her life.

"...... Lander style dueling is the art of killing.

　The sword runs in a sideways motion.

"To protect the nation and its people, all foreign enemies must be exterminated. It is the art of killing with the utmost efficiency. It's no different than yours.
"!

　Aylan somersaulted backwards to avoid the flash of the sword that was fired like a counter.
　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.
　With a look of displeasure in his eyes, Aylin muttered.

"Is it some kind of promotion to raise your own profile, that you dare to lump my murder in with your own achievements?
"No. Killing is killing, and you're killing to protect something. It's--


"Shall we stop?

　A sigh of relief.
　Aylin, who interrupted him, clasped his hands together as if to check the condition of his cuirass, and muttered.
　It's the kind of gesture you'd be surprised to see in everyday conversation, as if your fighting spirit is gone.

　At the same time that Richter raises one eyebrow, she tells him.

I'm not going to let the cold water dampen my spirits when I'm having so much fun.
"Are you enjoying ......?
Yes. ...... very much. Just.

　I'm not sure what to make of that. But what is there is pure murderous intent.

　It's a great way to make sure you're getting the most out of your vacation.

You'll be able to get a lot more out of it, but you'll also get a lot more out of it.　You don't want to die without your sword, do you?
"I see. Well, if that's what you want, then fine. But yes.

　Happy fighting. Fun killing.
　She says that's what she wants.

　But... But... There's one thing we mustn't forget.

"I'm not here to enjoy sword fighting any more than you are. I'm only here to put you down.
"Ha ha. Yes, yes. I'm that simple...

　Richter interrupts Aylin's squeals of delight.

"It's just. I'm a nobleman. If you want me to lead you, you can always ask.
"What?

　I've never forgotten that, not even for a moment. I'll never deny it.

　I'm not sure if you've heard of it or not.

"Hmmm ...... hmmm .......

　Slowly ...... raised slowly, a vicious smile on his face.

"I'll kill you.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

　Aylan, who kicked the cobblestones, was met by Gladius.
　Richter, knowing what to do, flashes his blade to threaten the leg, but then he sees it coming.

"Aha!

　He doesn't care what happens to himself, he doesn't even look at the blade, he just swings his fist without looking at the wound on his arm.

　You can find a lot of people who are looking for the best way to get the best results.
　It's not a dull ache, but a dull crushing blow to the cheek.

　As he stumbles and falls, he manages to reflexively roll away from the vertical fist bump that follows him down.

　The stone pavement was shattered.
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　Richter rolls forward, and uses his gladius to hit all of them.
　But that momentary gap is the hole in the defense that Aylin wanted to pry open.

　As soon as he knocked away the last piece of debris with his gladius, it was not debris that flew in front of him, but a painful heel drop.
　But Richter knew this. He knew that the flying debris was a decoy when it came flying at him.
　It was a trap, but there was a big difference in the delay in action between being aware and not being aware.

　I stepped back to avoid the heel drop to the top of my brain, and as I prepared for the gladius, a sharp spear-like kick flew at me.

　He catches the kick with the belly of his sword and his left hand behind it. It was a perfect defense and he was able to take it all - but what he thought was a trap once again.

　As soon as you notice how light the touch is, you realize that Aylan's real target is the left foot after this.

　Aylan's foot spun like a spiraling arrow and hit him in the side of the head, causing Richter's body to spin around and blow away.

　Not caring about the screams and cheers that erupted from the crowd, Aylan leapt from the landing as if in pursuit.
　He swung his heel down at the spot where Richter had rolled, and once again it flew through the air.

　Aylin bites his teeth, as usual, at the emergency evasion, but his thinking is brilliant, and he takes advantage of the momentary gap at the end of the roll with a low dropkick, like a slide.

　This is a great way to make sure that you don't get caught in the middle of the action.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to do with your time and money.

　If you're not sure what to do, you can always ask your doctor.

　But that's the worst move you can make.
　You'll be able to't miss even the slightest opportunity to get your legs tangled around her neck and tighten her up, but Richter won't let up.

　He grabbed her face with his empty left hand and slammed it into the pavement in a preemptive move.

　Aylin, who does not think that a duelist will not kill him who has come to kill him, immediately unties his restraints and lands with both hands in an "Air Aria". Richter, who didn't get enough time to deal with the spinning legs, was blown away by a kick to the abdomen that felt like a ball being kicked away.

　He rolled a couple of times and was about to be struck again when....



I'm not sure what's going on here.　What's going on here?
What's going on here? You can't get the message by just saying "awesome.
I'm sorry ...... I'm going to die ......
You don't have to be so depressed!　--I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what's going on in your life.
But you've been chased by Aylin all along.


I'm not sure what to make of it. In the event that you've got a lot of time, you'll be able to take a look at the best way to get the most out of your wedding.
Is that a lot?
I'm not sure. It's a good match if you only take this moment. ...... Accumulated fatigue and damage are too great. Especially, I got too much in my head and stomach.

　The commentary brother's comment depressed the audience.

　His credibility had been proven by his achievements so far - and also by comparison with other bad commentators. That's why his comment that he was at a disadvantage had the power to blow out the light of hope.

　The problem is that the commentator still doesn't understand how to make the game more exciting, and he is explaining the situation in a normal way instead of making the game more attractive.

　He doesn't understand how much of a sin it is to cool down the scene in the middle of a match by saying, "This is hopeless.

　That's why the girl next to me is in a panic.

The girl next to me said in a panic, "So we're screwed then?
No--there is still a way. I'm sure Mr. Richter and everyone else understands that.
So... I'm sure you know that.
Yeah. I'm sure you're not the only one.
I'm sure you're not the only one who has a problem with that.
I never thought he'd be so careless.
I don't know.　I'm not sure what to do.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　I'm not sure why I'm feeling sorry for myself, so I'll ask him later, even if it's a bit pathetic.

　Nevertheless," said Futa, looking at Richter.
　Richter's victory is a little difficult after being beaten up so badly.
　As I explained, the only way to win is probably with the "Lander Style Dueling Technique: A Stroke".

　However, the conditions for activating it are difficult.
　As I explained, the only way to win is probably the "Lander Style Dueling Technique: Stroke", but it has a difficult activation condition.

　I'm sure Aylan is aware of this," he thought, his eyes turning golden.

　And then he let out a breath.



"I see.
"Big brother?
You'll be able to find a lot more information on this subject at ....... You've been beaten up for this long?



　I'm not sure what to make of this.
　I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

　Richter thinks that the conditions for activating the "Lander Style Dueling Technique: One Stroke" are not that difficult.
　But that's assuming that the opponent doesn't know about it.

　To be honest, it would be extremely difficult to perform a single stroke against an opponent who knows the activation condition of that technique.

　Thanks to this, I lost to Lilac and Prim almost all the time.
　I was aware of this myself, and apparently Aylin had seen through Richter's moves and previous fights.

　But still...

　But still... there's a chance against the pissed off Aylin.

"Aha!

　Aylin was about to jump on Richter, who was already a raggedy mess, and was ready to drop on his heels.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to do, and how you're going to do it.

　He had struck so hard and taken away so much strength.
　He had evaded many times in the same way, and had gradually slowed down.

　Not all of it was intentional.
　Each of her blows was too heavy, and above all, there was no way for Richter's skill to escape her onslaught.

　But that's why.

　That's why he was looking for the one chance he had.

　--He jumped up.

What?

　Richter's light step. And a slight leap.
　The timing of the heel drop and the conditions were just right.


　The condition for activating the Lander Style Dueling Technique was that both of their feet were in the air at the moment, within Gladius' reach.


"Lander Style Dueling: One Stroke


"It's in!
This means that Richter's strategy has paid off.

　I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea.
　Aylin gritted her teeth, but still continued to withstand his onslaught, using all four limbs to somehow find a clue.

　This is a great way to make sure that you don't get caught in the middle of the action.

"Sword fighting is fun. This is not the place for us to be, you know.
"The sword fighting I knew was a murderous game of irresponsible audience pleasing from the start.
You know there is a difference between that and this.
"Yes, but... But... But I'm strong. I have to be stronger than anyone. There are just too many strong people over there and here for ...... that to be good.
"Well. Then your domination ends here.
"Domination?　Haha. That's why that kind of talk from the top is--

　At that moment.


　Richter's sword grazed her abdomen.

　She looked down at her stomach as if she hadn't thought of it, as if he had slashed right above her IB tattoo.

　She looked at her stomach as if she were worried about the tattoo.

　But that's a big gap. Richter wouldn't let her get away.

"That's it.

　He swung his gladius at the brain.
　Even with a hiltless sword, a low blow will not save you.

　But...

　--Blood spurted.

"Aha!

　Madness in his eyes.
　A murderous intent in his eyes.
　And--"nobleman".
　In his bursting vision, Arawn sneers.

　I'll be killed if I don't. Then I won't let them kill me for free.

　I'll give you one of my arms...

"Let's sink. "Let's sink. Disappear into thin air, you son of a b*tc*.



"Requiem, Mad Eater.



　The audience could see that he grabbed the back of his head.
　At the same time, however, she saw Gladius' thrust hit her in the head.

　At the same time Arawn slammed Richter's face into the ground.
　She, too, was hit by a tremendous blow and fell to the ground, side by side.



"Double knockout ......?
What's going to happen in this case?
What's going to happen? I'm going to wait a bit, but if this keeps up, it's a draw and a rematch. If one of them gets up in these few minutes, then the other one--



　A voice in the spectacle says, "Wow.





　The one who swayed to his feet--