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'What, what, I've lost my worry, sir! Hmph! Don't let me see you in such a mess, sir!

'I can't sleep well because I'm thinking too much. ...... So you're full of motivation. That's unusual.

I'm ready to go. I'm all set, I've put all my money on the line!


Tino clenched his fists to inspire me with a nervous expression.

It's okay, it's okay. Citri will make up for all of Tino's money.

No, not me. I'm not a contestant. Believers will be saved, but I'm not a contestant. I'm never leaving, I'm never leaving.

I said to Tino with a gentle smile.

'Tino's a bad boy.

'? What?

Tino, you're a really bad boy for not considering the possibility of someone else having the same name.





Entrance gate.




The entrance gate. I showed my ticket and was about to enter when the receptionist rolled her eyes and said.


'Mr. Krei Andrich ............, what's that? You just entered, didn't you?

'What?


I widened my eyes at the unexpected words.
Sitri and the others behind me were also puzzled. Sitri quickly interjected.

'You must have mistaken me for Krach Andrich.

'No, ...... is correct. You're already in.'


The receptionist looked at me with a suspicious look in her eyes.


Could this possibly be ............?

Yes. Because I don't remember saying I was going to participate. No matter what, I would never confuse participating with watching.

I'm a cash cow and I feel better all at once. I can't help but smile.

What a confusing thing to do. Who's this Krei Andrich?

You bet.

Lucia looks up at me with a frown.

'What are you looking so happy about, leader?

'Please re-enter for now.


At Citry's words, the receptionist looks at my arm and says.


'Oh ............ did you lose your player's card too? I told you I couldn't reissue it. ...... Look, please don't lose it again. Good luck to you.


While I was relaxed with a sense of security, he put a bracelet on my hand.
A player's badge. I don't need it, I'm not an athlete.


'Mr. Krei Andrich is in the first round, so he's this way.

'Good luck, Krei!



He's not me, so he'll be fine.




'The waiting room is this way.




Haha, what's a waiting room for an audience? All I'm waiting for is a fight and a drink.




The door slammed shut.
That sound finally brought me back to my senses.


The waiting room was clean but empty, with nothing of note.
The only furniture in the room was a chair and a table. And a refrigerator. When you look up, the ceiling is right above you. No place to hide.

Why, why is this happening? Just say no, me!
I was so relieved my brain was completely empty.

I looked around, but there was no one who could explain this situation to me.


But the biggest problem was that the real Mr. Cry, who was supposed to be waiting for me, was not there.


There is no place to hide or anything in the waiting room.


I opened a small refrigerator for drinks, hoping for a ray of hope.


'Mr. Cry, is this it?

There were only a few bottles of water inside. Oh no, I didn't think he'd be here, but he's seriously nowhere to be found.

No, not yet. We don't know that yet. Is it possible that Klei Andrich is a liquid creature? I thought there were no race restrictions on who could participate in the Emperor's Festival?


'Kraisan, this is Kraisan? I'm not sure. Is that what you think?


'Kyan!

As I took out the water bottles one by one to escape from reality, the water bottles screamed.
Then I came to myself for the second time.


'Hey, I'm going to the bathroom. ......'


This is no time to be escaping reality. This is no time to listen to hallucinations.


The real Cry, where are you?