The contest is held at the same time for both men and women.
Of course, I'm not the slightest bit interested in the men's side, where the brave guys are coming out, so I only watch the women's side, but I have a feeling that the brave guys are hiding something from me.

Kyousuke, who has a more poker face than I do, doesn't change his expression no matter what he says, so I've known him longer than the other guys, but I have no idea what he's thinking.

But they're easy to understand.
Ueno and Waki in particular became somewhat fidgety as the contest's start time approached.


'Well, I'd better get going.


The men's event is said to be held in a slightly remote and secluded area.
It's not very popular to begin with, and the people who gather there are mostly there for the prizes.
I've heard that the contests shown in other cities are also mainly for girls.


Have a good day.


Waki, Nanase, and Tsuda seemed to be going to support the heroes, followed by the rest of them.
The girls and Kyosuke saw the four of them off.
...... something stuck.

Before they could even think about what had caught them, all of their eyes went to the entrance.


''Da-ka-ka-ka-ka! I'm Rusty! I told you she's a demon! I'm here to enter the contest!


A hooded woman was yelling something at the entrance gate.
My brain digested and froze as I listened to the words unleashed at high volume.


'...... demon race?'


So brazenly?
I looked at the night on Amelia's shoulder as if to check, and she was frozen with her mouth open angrily.

The woman didn't notice the reaction of the hardened surroundings and raised her fist to the heavens, fishing the purple eyes that flashed through the hood.
The gesture was somewhat childish.


'What the hell! There's a race of humans and beastmen, and there's an elven princess there, and I'm not allowed to be a demon! It's racist!


Your father says you can't be racist!
And then, he crammed up to the man in charge, who was sweating greasy sweat worse than before.


'Yeah, uh, ......'


My eyes met with the greasy sweaty man who was looking around with an odds and ends.
He wondered what was going on with his habit of asking for help from the man in charge, but he sighed, wondering if it was useless to ask for help from someone who was full of elven princesses who had just arrived.


'Let's go, night.'

"Oh, Lord?


He grabbed the neck of the night and approached the entrance.
Upon closer inspection, I saw that the man in charge was of the rabbit beast race.
I thought he had white hair, but apparently he had white ears that hung down with flattened ears.
Rabbits have a feeble image, but how did he become the man in charge?
In hindsight, I could see a pulled and quivering white tail around the tailbone.
The fat man's rabbit ears ...... aren't in demand at all.


'What's wrong with you?'


I called out to him, leaving the night hanging in my hand.
I felt the rabbit's eyes light up.


'Hey, do you think the demon race shouldn't compete? If you say no, I'll give up too.


Before the rabbit can say anything, the demon in the hood takes my hand, the one that doesn't grab the night, and says.
Because of the close range, I caught a glimpse of a chest that seemed to be larger in size than Amelia's.
Later, I think I felt Amelia's killing intent.


'It's ...... good, isn't it?'


I said as I looked away from the bulge in my chest, and the hooded demon raised his hands in delight.
The rabbit next to me widens his eyes.


'So, sir, but! This is the first time a demon tribe is competing in this contest: ......

Precedents are made. ...... And I can keep this guy from going on a rampage.


The skill 'Crisis Detection' doesn't respond either, and the magic power it releases is only enough for a non-combatant to withstand.
It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.


''Well, I can't take responsibility for any eventuality, so I can't take responsibility for .......


With that, the rabbit withdrew.


'So you're going to act with me. Alright.


The demon tribe in the hood nodded with a buzzing nod, its purple eyes shining.
The atmosphere is so different from that of Aulum Trace and Mahiro Abe that it makes me want to twist my head to see if they are really demons.
The childishness is in line with Aulum, but there's nothing cruel about it like Aulum's.


''Mocchanon! What's that ......? You're a cat that looks remarkably familiar to me.


Finally, I noticed the night I was hanging out.


'...... Oh, hello, long time no see. Dear Lattice Nails.