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

56. Brackets. (2)

After the second match of the final round, drawn randomly.

Mutuje’s matchup is only then set.

River of 32.

The 32 strong men who were selected and covered in numerous duels in Mutuje.

They are divided into eight groups in order by grouping them into groups of four.

The winner of group 1 faces the winner of group 2.

The winner of group 1-2 is matched with the winner of group 3-4. Simple, if simple, mechanism.

Due to the nature of the martial arts, there are quite a few people who surrender right before the first match of the finals.

Because it was more beneficial in many ways to delay the schedule than to draw the matchup twice.

If that happens, there may be suspicions that the tournament organizers are manipulating the brackets.

In the first place, the imperial family supervises the martial arts.

Even if you have such a question, it’s a story that you can’t dare to say.

If you say something wrong, you will be arrested for insulting the imperial family.

I thought that no matter how much it was, I wouldn’t openly manipulate it in the big field of mutuo.

Mutujeran is a rice bowl for mercenaries. For the knights, it is a place of proof of honorable courage.

If the fact that it was tampered with is revealed.

Even the imperial family couldn’t just keep their mouth shut and move on.

Sure. There is no manipulation in the matchup of Mutuje.

Yes. However.

“…… If it’s not manipulation, does this make sense?”

When I saw the table, I muttered that unconsciously.

As I said before, Round 32.

Divided into four groups, eight sets.

[Lynn – Article 1.]

Among them, Rin was number 1 written at the top.

If I am too, 1 trillion. Or at least I hoped it would be 4 trillion…….

[Kale von Reinhardt – Article 6.]

Reality has always been cold.

Article 6. …… In order to face Rin in Group 1, he has to reach the finals.

“…… Really, that’s ridiculous.”

I feel like my head is pounding.

No, how could it have never been the same game even once during the preliminaries?

In the end, after entering the finals. …… Go to the finals?

She even told Rin that she would not give up until they met.

Even if spilled water releases magic power, it can be put back into the cup.

A word once spoken cannot be taken back.

So, to me. Are you talking about winning the match?

…… Were you trying to keep quiet?

Teouk.

I grabbed the back of my neck and stumbled.

“Kale? Are you okay?”

Chuck.

Lucia hurriedly approached her, and naturally crossed her arms and supported her.

For some reason, the natural support is at a level where the reaction speed is faster than Ciela’s.

Seeing Lucia like that, I asked half-jokingly.

“…… Lucia. Can you knock me out? Until the finals, roughly two weeks.”

“… ….”

Anyway, it must have been a fairly embarrassing question.

Originally, Lucia’s answer was straight forward, but her answer increased significantly.

A subtle silence.

Was it too modern a joke?

Belatedly, I opened my mouth to make an excuse.

“No, I don’t mean it. It was half a joke…….”

“…… Really?”

At the delicate timing, the question came back.

Lucia’s question seemed strangely hot for some reason.

Coy expectations. Unless I’ve misunderstood your voice. It must have been a mixture of emotions.

That. You’re asking if it was true when I said it was a joke?

…… Right?

You didn’t answer the question if it was okay to knock you out, right?

If you ask yourself, it will be accurate.

Afraid of the future that I won’t even be able to deny, I decided not to bring this question out of my mouth.

More than that. So it might be quicker to ask how to do this.

The bracket.

Even if you stare at it, even if you deny the reality, there will be no change to the matchup that has already been set.

It’s not an illusion, it’s not an illusion, it’s not an error.

This is cruel, but it was real.

After thinking for a while, I turned around and met Lin’s eyes.

It seems that he has no particular interest in his next opponent or his competitors in the same group.

Reading myself and my name.

Rin is looking at me with eyes that make it difficult to read my emotions.

If you can’t change the reality itself.

Maybe we can compromise?

Yes, isn’t it too much for her to go all the way to the finals?

In consideration of my circumstances. It may change the standard.

For example……. Is it just sparring, not in competitions?

With some hope, I opened my mouth.

“…… Rin, maybe.”

“I hate it. Don’t do it don’t change it.”

However, it came back before I could properly ask for it.

A firm refusal that even a newborn child could clearly understand.

Damn it.

Yes. I knew it.

* * *

-Now then! The next match will follow!

“…… Moderator. You seem to be using good magic tools.”

The sound of the microphone resonating throughout the stadium.

Did they receive sponsorship from the Magic Tower? At least, it was certain that the performance was excellent.

Hearing that voice, I covered one ear for a while and then fiddled with the handle of the sword at my waist.

After the brackets were drawn, a moderator seemed to be added.

Okay. Before that, it’s a name, it’s Nabal, and nothing is known. Even if there is a moderator, it must be difficult to see the moderator itself.

Are you a professional?

The already hot atmosphere of Mutuje became even hotter with the heat, but I just lightly frowned.

I have to meet Rin at the finish line.

And even if it’s the finals, if I look at it or don’t do it properly, Rin will notice it like a ghost.

…… Can’t even do it

That means I have to win.

Mutuje’s victory was half-determined.

It’s an honor that no one else dares to achieve, a coveted honor, and a light that will never reach you in your lifetime.

That the light is an empty light that is worse than a cheap light.

For me who already knew that, there was no way I was happy to win Mutuje.

—-The next match is an intermediate-level swordsman and master swordsman of the empire! Heir to the Taylor family! Roland Taylor!

“Wow!”

Delicate cheers from the audience, neither too loud nor too small.

That level isn’t particularly strong. I guess it’s normal level.

According to the call of the moderator.

The boy who nodded went up to the venue.

A master of swordsmanship.

Is it because it has such a title?

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Roland Taylor. The boy whose name was called was full of excitement and excitement in his eyes.

To the boy’s eyes, at least the victory of Mutuje seemed like such a brilliant achievement.

What. No matter how much I reached the finals, there was still a long way to go before winning.

If they knew I was thinking this way, there would be no one or two people who would snort.

To begin with, there is no big difference between martial arts and children’s play.

Ever since then, he’s a sword master in his own way, a body that fought disasters with only one sword.

No matter how much I couldn’t recover all my strength.

At the very least, it’s not like the imperial family of swordsmanship or the leader of a famous knight order.

…… Because there’s no way I’ll fight against young kids who don’t even fit in my weight class and lose.

– His opponent is! A new strongman who won a victory against an expert mercenary! The eldest son of the Reinhard family! Cale von Reinhardt!

The bracket for the finals has been decided.

Unlike the time when I didn’t know my name, the sound of the host shouting my name like that resonated.

The meeting place of Mutuje was quiet for a while.

It’s not to the extent that there isn’t even any noise.

Even so, there is no one cheering for them. Strange silence.

It’s a silence that can’t even be compared to when you only knew me as a ‘red-haired prosecutor’.

Ah. This is a bit sad

How famous. Mania power.

Static. I tried to ignore it and went up to the venue.

“…… As you may have just heard. It’s called Roland. I wish you well.”

“Yes. It’s kale. I look forward to.”

A boy who doesn’t look very nervous.

His expression was straight. His tidy demeanor was spotless and pure.

Should I say it feels like looking at pure white paper?

As expected, he belongs to Count Taylor, the ‘famous swordsmanship family’.

I had never seen their swordsmanship beforehand.

To be precise, there was a time when I mixed a sword with Count Taylor’s family head.

It is closer to the standard than any other swordsmanship, so it has no great advantages, but no disadvantages either.

A sword that is honest and perfect.

The name of the master swordsman doesn’t have a great status in the empire right now.

Even so, it is a prestigious family that can claim itself as a renowned swordsman.

I wouldn’t dare ignore that well-organized swordsmanship.

…… Unfortunately, I had never heard of the name Roland even before returning.

Standing facing each other with swords in hand.

The moment I was waiting for the sound of the Mutuje trumpet.

Crackle.

A mysterious noise flowed from the host’s voice amplification magic tool.

“Uh, huh?”

A puzzled voice came from the emcee who was watching the stadium.

As I looked there, the presenter caught my eye as if there was something wrong with the magic tool.

Slight noise.

Soon after riding the magic tool, a mysterious voice resounded and filled the arena.

-Kale!! Fighting——!!!

It was a voice that pierced my ears.

My ears didn’t hurt, as if I was handling magic tools better than the member of society.

No. There must have been a difference in the voice that shouted that.

It wasn’t the thick man’s voice that was unique to the emcee.

Thin and delicate like a rolling jade ball…… And a familiar, female voice.

“…… Oh my god.”

Hearing that voice, I grabbed my chin and looked for the culprit.

It was easy to find out who the culprit was.

I deliberately set up a seat near me so that I could watch the game up close.

Even if it wasn’t, it would have been easy to find.

A silver-haired wizard that glistens in the sunlight.

…… Lucia.

Ciella, who was next to Lucia in an unexpected situation, is restless.

Rin was still looking at me, and the princess was talking to Dagnes.

Then Lucia, who met my eyes, grinned and raised her thumb.

Let’s not have anyone cheering us on. That seems to have been a concern.

Thank you. Thank you.

‘…… I won’t be able to do it from the next match.’

I’m ashamed of my face, aside from that.

Because the emcee who suddenly took the mic had a look that was worth seeing.

I understand, so let’s give it back quickly. Recognizing that, Lucia snapped her hand.

Crackle.

-Ah, ah. Oh! …… Big hum. There was some commotion for a while. Then. Let the match begin!

When the voice came out again through the magic tool, the moderator made a happy face only then.

I saw that and looked at the stadium again.

Roland stands with a blank expression as if possessed by something.

…… Do you have to fight against a kid like that?

Let’s finish it as soon as possible. The car I thought so.

Belatedly, I noticed that his gaze was fixed on something other than me.

My back, not me.

Sure. …… Look in the direction where Lucia is.

Roland asked with her face blushing.

“Me, that silver-haired person… …. I think you are an acquaintance. What is your name, by any chance?”

“…… Wow, look at this bastard.”

“Yes?”

I, who inadvertently cursed at you, shut my mouth.

A boy tilting his head as if he had heard it wrong.

“…… No, no. Thinking of something else.”

No, what. Name. Okay.

I can ask for your name.

…… However.

Why do I feel so bad?