We arrived at the contest site, Mari, while stopping at a food stall that drew our interest.
We arrived just in time for the contest while Amelia stopped at a food stall that she had never eaten before and Ueno and Kazuki were eating time at a game stall.
We were supposed to arrive with more time to spare, though.

...... By the way, as I watched from above, I wondered if Amelia's stomach was a black hole or something.
The food she was holding in both hands was absorbed by Amelia without anyone's help, and she was buying food from the stalls so much so that the men who were trying to talk to Amelia were dismissed.
Maybe it's because I told him to, but I think Kyousuke's expression, standing protectively next to Amelia, is also slightly drawn out.


'You're late,'


When we got to Mali, the people who had been pushing and shoving each other have dispersed and the outlook has improved.
The only people present were the contestants and their attendants.
Since there wasn't much of a gate, I thought there might be a few people who weren't competing, but perhaps because there aren't many stalls in Mali, I couldn't see anyone other than the contestants.
That alone was a huge number of people, but it was empty enough for me to recognize Crowe and Ziel-san walking up from the front.


Hmm, that's good. It's a festival. We're supposed to play with our feathers off, right?


Amelia, who was enjoying herself the most, said as she swallowed the last bite of food she was holding.
I landed next to Amelia and disengaged my 'presence of mind concealment'.


'Anyway, let's get into the contest room. This place draws too many eyes.


Feeling the surprised gazes of the brave men and women at my sudden appearance, I urge them to the place where the contest is being accepted.
Since Amelia is currently not eating anything, her beauty is on display as it is.
That's why Amelia is being pierced by the desperate stares from the women who are supposed to be contestants from earlier, and the heated gazes from the men who are probably in Mali to chaperone the contestants.
He's so used to the attention that he probably doesn't even notice it, but it's not something I can tolerate from me, who's dating Amelia.


'...... By the way, who's on it?'


Just to confirm, Amelia, Hosoyama, Ueno and the brave raised their hands.


''This doesn't happen very often, does it? I just thought it would be fun!

I've always been interested in modeling and stuff.

Your odds of winning the prize have tripled.


Putting aside Ueno and Hosoyama with their energetic speeches and model body, what about Amelia, who is only interested in the prizes?
Moreover, even if Ueno and Hosoyama win, she's ready to get the prizes.

When I glanced at the heroes in the stream, the heroes rubbed the bottom of their noses in embarrassment.


''Oh, I was curious too! Besides, I heard there will be a small prize for the men's division as well, and if it's food, it will be given to Amelia.


Amelia's eyes light up at those words.


'Really!

Oh, yeah.


Amelia's bite made the brave ones giggle and tag along.


It was our turn to register for the contest.


Then, please write the name of the person who is competing here and present something to confirm their identity. Please do the same for your chaperone.


At the words of the woman at the reception desk, they all show their Adventurer's Guild dog tags.
It's a quick ID.
...... But with only filling in your name and showing your ID, is the security surprisingly governed?

I froze when I saw Amelia's dog tags as the receptionist checked each one of them out.


'Oh, what? Oh, um, one moment, please!


Well, that's what would happen if an elven princess had come.
I think so when I look at the back of the receptionist who hurriedly went to call the higher ups.
In the Beast Race territory, Amelia's beauty was what drew attention, but no one noticed that Amelia was the princess of the Elf Race.
The elven race is originally holed up in the Forest Continent, and maybe they're not as well known.
I heard that their names and professions are widely known, though.


''Oh, the wait is over, Princess Amelia.


A few moments later, someone who looks like he's in charge comes by, with hands that look like they're about to thrash in place of the receptionist.
He barely smiled, but his gaze moved with a jittery gaze as if he was assessing Amelia.


''With all due respect, sir, is there anything else that can prove that you are the princess of the elven race? Security is tightened every year, but more and more people are using all kinds of tricks to impersonate others. ......


In other words, they wonder if this Amelia is a fake, impersonated by some tactless people.
What do you need name recognition for when it's a place where appearances are the only thing that counts as s*x?


What's the point in doing that?


Kyousuke wondered if he was thinking the same thing and turned his head to look at the man.
The man with greasy sweat on his forehead smiled helplessly.


It's a good thing that we have to call out each person's name at the time of the contest, so if your name is well known, you'll get a lot of attention.


It's hard for the audience to see each one of these people, but it's also hard for the management to call names.


'I see, is that right?'


Amelia produced an envelope of a letter held by the Elf King to Liam.
The seal wax on the back was engraved with the Elf King's coat of arms.

As soon as the man saw it, his face changed color and he bowed his head.


''Ta, I'm very sorry! Please take your time and enjoy!