The sky through the small window has been clear since early morning, making it a perfect day for a fight.
　It's not as if it's going to be canceled if it rains, but I feel bad that I'm being encouraged to do so.
　There is no place in the palace where we can fight.
　Or, more accurately, there is no place in the palace that can be safely destroyed by my attack.

"Master Walth, we've come for you.

　Neya's voice echoed from the other side of the door.
　There seemed to be no one else in the hallway, and she seemed to have come for me alone.

I'm not sure what to make of this.

　Perhaps Celestia is also thinking that the warrior chief named Le'ven might do something.
　If he's so blatantly hostile, she's probably aware of it.

It's a good idea to take a look at the actual information on the web, as well as the information on the internet.

　Neya's expression was frighteningly serious as she let out a murderous scream.

I'm a slave, and that's more than enough for the royal court. I'm a slave. If I let Celestia advise me, it might cause a strange misunderstanding.

　It's not the best move to have Celetia think she's on my side when she sees me as an enemy.
　It's better to break the noses of such people once they've grown too long.
　I guess no one can teach them by force that the pride of being a slave to a warrior chief is now just a conceit.

I'm sorry to say that a man of that caliber should not trouble you, Master Walth. If only I could answer for him. ......

　When I see Neya looking really angry and apologetic, I feel like apologizing to her.

It's not your place to apologize, Neya. It's true that I don't have to do it, but it's meaningless if I don't do it. I'll take that as a sign of appreciation.

I'll take that as a sign of appreciation." "Not at all," Neyer says, putting his hand to his chest and saluting.

............ By the way, have you heard where we're going to meet?　I'm sure there's no place in the palace that I know of where we can do it.

　I'm sure the damage would be too great to be done on a rooftop, so it would have to be somewhere else, but this palace doesn't even have a courtyard.

It's okay then. I also checked this morning after you told me. We have enough space.



　　　　　　　We've got plenty of space.



　Neya took me to the basement of the royal palace.
　I'm sure you've heard of it, but I'm not sure if you've seen it.

I didn't know there was such a place.

　It's not an exaggeration to say that it's a small arena, but it's a magnificent facility with spectator seats around the perimeter.
　In one corner of the arena, the King, Celetia, Flare, and Phiel were sitting, looking at us.

It wasn't there originally, they said. The two elves made it.

　Even Rigel and Garde couldn't have made it that easily.
　If we try to do this only with our bodies, it will be difficult for the Kingdom of Eurecia.

I'm not sure if Neya should go," I said, looking at the place where Seretia and the others were.

"If you're talking about guards, Benetnash and the others are there, as is Phiel. I have the closest vantage point.

What could be closer than the grandstand?

　The bleachers are a few steps higher than where the battle will take place, and there is even a protective wall in front of them.
　If you were to observe it from the ground, it would be closer than the spectator's seats, but that's a small price to pay.

No, I'm also in charge of the game.

"...... I see.

　I walked with Neyer to the center of the venue where the match would take place.
　And then, from the other side of the room, Leven appeared, still heavily armed.
　As you can see from his confident expression, the soldiers, who were only a bit excited when I appeared, became very excited when Le'Ven appeared.

You seem to be very popular with the soldiers.

You don't look like a very good warrior, and that's probably why the level of those around you is so low.

　Neya's words were harsh, and Reuven approached her, not knowing that she was talking about him.
　When Neya saw this, she left to go to the king to see what was going on.

You've done well not to run away," Leven says, giving me a scornful look.

"There's no need to run away. I don't think I've ever heard anyone say they wanted to humiliate themselves. A warrior chief who doesn't know his own strength and can't measure his opponent's strength.

Don't get carried away just because you've made a few achievements. If it weren't for you, I could have been Master Celetia's bodyguard. I'll strip you of your hide in front of Master Celestia.

　Le'Veon looked around at the crowd with his hands raised in the air, a lowly smile on his face.
　He smiled slyly and looked around at the crowd, raising his hands in the air as if to say he was already the winner.
　When Neyer came back, he had two swords in his hands.

I'll take one of them.

　Le'Veon took one of the swords from Neya, and Neya handed me the other one.

The only weapon is the sword with the blade drawn, and the game is over when the opponent surrenders or is incapacitated.

　I examine the drawn blade with my fingers.
　The tip of the blade is round and there is no way to cut it.
　It is a blunt instrument in the shape of a sword that can only be used to hit and break bones.
　Indeed, it would be difficult to even damage a heavily armed opponent, but that's only if it was a normal person, not me.

　If this is what he's trying to do, it's such an ingenious little trick that I can only feel dismay and disappointment.
　But Le'Veon doesn't know how I feel, and he's still smiling in a lowly manner.
　To be honest, it's really irritating to watch.

"I'll turn that degraded face into despair. You look more like a face contorted in pain.