The Heroine Who Was Taken Away by the Main Character Becomes Obsessed With Me After Returning

47. Take a number ticket and come. (One).

A total of three preliminary rounds are held.

And surviving all three qualifiers. That was the main condition for advancing to the finals.

I mean, it seems simple.

Among those who culled half, they deduce half again, and deduce half again.

Originally, there is one coincidence, but there are no three coincidences.

It could be said that it was a simple, but definitely a condition that covered his skills.

And in the remaining two qualifiers, I had no intention of attracting aggro like in the first qualifier.

Rather, the goal was to win as quietly as possible.

Although I told Rin that we would meet and win.

You just have to survive until you defeat Rin.

There is no need to show overwhelming majesty, and there is no reason to win.

There would be no reason to be predicted as a candidate for the championship.

Even if you press down on the hood, you don’t know how long your identity won’t be revealed.

Of course, this is the body that was a sword master.

As long as they’ve grown enough to handle proper Auras, there’s no way the hood will come off for the newbies who will participate in the martial arts festival.

‘I don’t know if it’s just once. It will take several times. It seems like it’s in the mood to turn on the lights and look for it.’

I don’t know where to get a clue that I’m a human wearing a hood.

The theory was to be buried as quietly as possible.

I was acting like a low-level expert to make it look as normal as possible.

The actual amount of aura was only about that much.

And what is needed for that.

It’s an appropriate performance.

A natural performance that can fool most people even in the midst of numerous gazes from the qualifiers.

“… … die!!”

fluff

Pretending to belatedly spotting the man charging from behind, I fell over pretending my legs were weak.

“Mom!”

After you shout like that

Dig!

A sword that just happened to pass over my head.

“Quit! You are lucky!”

He is a swordsman who has reached the level of Expert Intermediate.

An opponent that I cannot deal with by acting as a low-level expert in the usual way.

“Let’s see if we can avoid it like that again!”

“Ahh!”

As soon as I sat down, a man wielding a sword more.

‘right below. left. left diagonal.’

I closed my eyes tightly and feigned coincidence to avoid all of those sword attacks.

And let’s open our eyes again.

When all the swords missed, a man with a bewildered expression caught his eye.

“You dodged well like a loach! I don’t think that kind of luck will last forever!”

“… … stop, stop! I am Kayle of Duke Reinhardt!”

“You know what!”

A man who wields a sword without hesitation even after revealing that he is Kayle of the Duke of Reinhardt.

In an aristocratic society, it could be said to be an absurd scene.

It could be said that he understood the contest called Mutuje better than anyone else.

There is no such thing as nobility in martial arts.

Mutuje is a place for warriors who compete purely against martial arts.

If a noble harbors a grudge against something that happened in Mutuje and causes harm, he will be severely punished by imperial law. A worry-free look.

And if so, that’s rather good.

Because a swordsman excited by the heat of battle tends to have a narrow field of view.

“die!”

bang!

As expected, a sword that misses by a short distance.

The man, who suddenly sensed something was strange, questioned him for a moment.

‘… … OK, that’s all you need to do here. Should I finish it?’

After an attack, loopholes will be revealed for a while.

Until you retrieve the sword.

There were so many gaps in the man’s movements that I could think of dozens of ways to subdue him in that short moment.

If you attack through that loophole, you’ll look too skilled… … .

Instead, I pretended to be a coincidence and walked the bridge.

“Oh, no!”

At first glance, it seems lightly entangled.

In its own way, it was a leg-walker loaded with magical power.

A leg-walking that sharpened its loopholes and mixed its own tricks.

Dang dang dang!

Soon after, the man naturally falls to the floor.

When he managed to let go of his sword and hit the floor.

I had already risen again and raised my sword.

“Kuk. Sleep, hold on! Let me live just once! Isn’t it disgraceful to lose like this!”

“what. About the subject I was trying to ambush from behind.”

Quick!

“Gagging!”

Let’s hit the head with the sword sheath loaded with the aura.

A man who faints and is transported out of the stadium at the same time.

Anyone can see that he survived by accident with 100% luck.

“Phew. I almost died.”

pout.

I muttered as I wiped the sweat from my forehead.

Of course, it wasn’t really hard enough to die.

This body is still at a level of physical strength that is slightly less than that of an ordinary lower level expert.

It was true that it was a little hard and sweaty. He deliberately avoided attacks with only his physical abilities and barely used his magical powers.

And those sweat drops will further enhance the quality of the acting.

If this is the case, even quite a few sword masters will be confused.

No matter how hard it is, you wouldn’t think that there would be a noble who pretended to be tough.

It took me a while to even breathe for a few seconds like that.

Another knife flew.

Even two sacks this time.

“You’re lucky to avoid this!”

“… … It’s mom! Are you an ally this time?”

It was only then that I felt it a little belatedly.

This place is a strong self-respect that does not require a status, and a place where the jungle is strong.

That I, who deliberately pretended to be weak there, was a very attractive prey.

‘… … Did you pretend to be too weak?’

Maybe this will be more difficult.

While thinking about that, the preliminary rounds of Mutuje were ending peacefully.

* * *

The cycle of the Mutu Festival is once every five years.

There are no restrictions on participation.

of course. Ordinarily, even the head of a swordsman family or a big player who becomes an elder level does not participate in the tournament.

Nevertheless, it is a story that prospects and talented prosecutors from all continents are competing for superiority and inferiority.

There are even rumors that the winner of the Mutuje will actually become the strongest of the next generation.

The preliminaries of the martial arts competition.

A woman who took a quick look around the venue clicked her tongue briefly.

“Hmm, low level… … . I think it’s lower than when I participated. There are only a few that stand out.”

“… … Sin, sorry!”

Let her murmur softly.

The tall man who had been listening quietly next to him lowered his head as if in awe.

Long black hair with bright blond hair like a lion’s.

He’s tall enough to be comparable to a normal guy.

Her spirit was strong, like that of a lofty lion who had never bowed her head to anything in the world.

That confidence was full of confidence in one’s abilities, not arrogance.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to apologize. Because I was the one who said I would watch the preliminary round in the first place. I was curious about the skills of kids these days.”

There is probably only one person in the whole continent who has this kind of unique hair.

in the empire. No, probably the most famous mercenary in the entire world.

The leader of the Hestia Mercenary Corps——Hestia, the ‘Mercenary King’.

Mercenary King.

As is usually the case with popular people, there were numerous adjectives attached to her.

Undefeated. Strongest.

An existence as if born to win.

There is no weapon in the world that it cannot handle, and it is a monster that skillfully handles all weapons.

There are countless other nicknames for her, but… … .

If you go back 5 years.

I dare to pick one out of so many modifiers.

──The winner of the Fighting Festival.

A martial arts festival held exactly five years ago.

Because it was Hestia who overcame countless competitions and won overwhelmingly.

Did you say that the winner of the Mutuje will become the strongest person who will command an era in the future?

If there is such a formula.

Hestia must be a strong player who exactly fits that formula.

Even though he is only thirty years old.

Even the sword masters, who were already quite strong, couldn’t defeat her.

“what… … and. But there is no one who stands out at all.”

“The one who stands out… … Are you talking?”

“okay.”

When Hestia said that, there was a man with red hair in her eyes.

Red hair and a slim body.

A man with blunt eyes and a slightly nervous look.

“Can’t you see that guy? red hair. You seem to be aristocrats.”

“nobility… … Oh, are you referring to that kid?”

Only then did he realize who Hestia was looking at.

Realizing that, the subordinate with a strange expression asked back.

No matter how you look at it, he’s not a human enough for the mercenary king Hestia to pay attention to.

Either that or not.

Hestia’s eyes were fixed on him.

Fighting to survive in the middle of the stadium, no.

‘I’m pretending to fight hard, it would be more accurate to say.’

While everyone is busy showing off their skills.

It was because he was acting to fool everyone, as if he didn’t want to attract attention as much as possible.

And the acting was perfect.

To the point where even Hestia could be fooled for a moment.

I probably wouldn’t have noticed it if it wasn’t for the foreign feeling.

‘rather. I should have said it was a sense of incongruity caused by acting so well.’

Aren’t all of them participating in the martial arts festival?

Some of them are expert-class powerhouses.

Because such people, whenever they got entangled with Cale, their feet would twist or slip and show loopholes that would not have been visible originally.

food.

Hestia watched it and smiled.

I don’t know what the reason is for doing something like that.

‘It’s fun. Interesting.’

It was Hestia’s theory.

The more money the better, the stronger the power the better.

If it was the struggle of the weak, I wasn’t interested.

Because she was quite tolerant of the eccentricities of the strong.

Soon, towards the end of the preliminary round.

Hestia, who was watching the tournament while drawing a subtle arc, murmured briefly.

“I know. What is the name of that aristocrat, where does he live, and what does he do? … … Because I want to meet you once.”

“Yes, yep!”

The man nodded his head without even having time to put on a dumbfounded expression.

However, no matter how you look at it, Cale is a substandard swordsman.

It was difficult to see that interest as the usual interest in ‘strong’.

What a reasonable inference.

That interest would be interest in the opposite s*x.

The ‘Mercenary King’, who had no interest in men at all, was interested in men.

Within the Hestia Mercenary Corps, a small rumor arose for a while.