373 6. Before opening

It was a falve that still had a chilly day, but that day the blue sky was wide with no clouds. It's just as if the gods have erased the clouds that are in the way of looking down on the earth.

The heavenly world where the gods live is not literally on the sky because it exists in a separate world that separates dimensions. I am well aware of that, but Yut makes such an evil push.

"This one's pretty exciting, too."

"... right, you know"

The day the Falv Grand Martial Society takes place.

Even before the opening ceremony began, the training ground of the God of Power had shown itself in many.

Someone lucky enough to get tickets to the arena.

Who couldn't get it, but came to taste the atmosphere alone.

Those who are more interested in betting and striving for a thousand bucks than fighting in the arena.

And those who visited because they are not sure but busy.

In total, the neighborhood has been ruined by people who want to be thousands, and since the wedding of the lords and their wives - not so long ago - the crowd has become crowded.

Nearly 100 stalls lined the square around the arena to satisfy their appetite, and wager bills with strange sentences were sold at some of the Lord-approved polling stations set up.

Is it meant to be an outpost? Wild games occur naturally in somewhat open areas, not until the guards order them to be disbanded, but they are closely monitored. The bards' performances, which were conducted independently of that game, were the result of even more excitement.

The festival-specific heat covers the surrounding area.

There could be confusion if there were so many crowds, but the clergy of the Temple of Helenonia, who presided over policing, had solemnly taken control of those in trouble and the bookmakers of Moguri.

Guards have also been dispatched by Hardenturm and Mainz, and more importantly, Larsia-led - essentially Ritna - unnamed organizations are preventing many from happening.

"There doesn't seem to be any major confusion, more importantly."

So although the chief executives, Yut and Valtrude, hide their qualities in the spell of the Mirrored Disguise Reflective Disgusts, there is no problem in showing themselves.

But Valtrude has a flair for being too focused on other things rather than on the sky above. As for Yut, I recently thought of her as a distraction before the meeting because she was looking strange, but the outfit is off the mark.

"... you want something to eat?

"Right. Leave it to me."

He still has a more attractive smile than an angel, and he never hates it. But it was too normal. If it's the usual Valtrude, you can take the initiative and glance at the stall and eat and drink.

If you're in Alcia, you might find out what caused the change. But when she was taken out as an ambulance team, she had the final confirmation, and more importantly, for some reason, she had been taken by Larsia's sister.

Acorn is acorn and keeps busy in the VIP room in the arena.

I'll have to do something about it myself.

"If you leave it to me, it's gonna be a hell of a lot of money, right?

"Just what I want."

Finally, Valtrude smiles heartily.

So Yut, feeling better, withdrew his beloved wife's hand and moved to the stall against the background of the fun music played by the bard. Nature and the mood exalts.

This is already a date from anywhere.

"In the meantime, do you want something to drink"

"Right."

Of course, breakfast is eating Alusian "Feast" Divine Feast, but that's this. Buy a well cooled ale with ice on a jock.

"One glass, four copper coins."

Similar formats of stalls to those seen on edge days. Canvas was applied to the wooden skeleton to create the sunshine, and in a large box placed in front of the store, the ale was cooled in ice water.

Slightly expensive, but not complaining.

Yut handed the silver coin to the shopkeeper, who had a sweat on his broad forehead, and received two sticks and a jock. The jock bears the baking mark of the Istas family crest - a scroll that teases with a long sword (scroll) - and I can tell it was loaned out of the fortress. The same is true of wood dishes and other reusable items, which are to be collected later and stored until there is another such event.

"This weather-cold ale is extraordinary."

Valtrude, who drinks up with momentum that sounds like a slurp, says satisfactorily. Not much momentum, no time to watch your throat move up and down.

That's not why Yut traded that for the jock he had and Valtrude's.

I can't see it by my side and it looks like I gave it away. However, Yut bought two cups as Valtrude's share from the beginning.

Yes, it's a change.

"Sorry."

Valtrude, who knows Yut doesn't drink but doesn't like it, also takes it for granted.

In the meantime, Yut gets a sausage cooked on a charcoal fire served full of wood dishes, and buys fried pasta shaken with salt, as well as a skewer of birds and pigs with a fragrant scent of soy sauce.

I remembered the stadium gourmet on the football field and it's been fun since along the way.

For this reason, it is not an amount that you can already hold with both hands, but you can carry it with the spell of Invisible Carrier Invisible Disc. Rather than putting Seneca II on board, it's the right use.

There's nothing I can do to make it stand out, but only this time it's not a problem. Because Albino girls and gastronomic barons who brought boys and girls their age stand out more than that.

"Looks like I'm having fun, more importantly"

Yut, who escapes reality, purchases Yale again on his return and returns to his beloved wife.

"Yut is amazing."

A meal that fills your belly or a pinch of booze?

Vartrude stares with cloudless glittering eyes at Yuut, who may be where the interpretation is divided by people, but returns full of food.

The beauty of it also makes me feel exhilarated and nervous to be stared at with more precious eyes than any jewel.

"Awesome, what?

"Didn't you bring me what I wanted?"

"... when the world is full of Val, I guess it will be peaceful"

Though exaltation and tension vanished in an instant, my feelings for her remain the same.

Instead, that's the Valtrude, and my cheeks loosened up.

"Hmm. Why are you laughing?"

"It's because you don't know that. After all, do you eat?"

"Naturally. If you eat something delicious when it's delicious, I'm sorry."

Looks like Valtrude's nervousness has relaxed as he lays down whether it's a eating walk or a drinking walk as it is.

The contemplative expression softens and the two take their hands naturally and stroll around the arena.

Until now, I didn't care, but there seemed to be non-food stalls out there as well.

Darts to get the product in total points. Looks like you'll get a glass of Bold Iron (Crystal Iron) if you score high, but I'm talking about Ritna for Larsia. Around there, you'll be calculating exactly.

Anyway, the score range that seems to be the average is today a voucher that can be used only in certain stalls.

There are also souvenir shops that sell scraps and crafts. What the hell comes from the colorful eggs sold as dragon eggs?

"I mean, where does Larsia get this kind of knowledge..."

Yut, there's a crowd over there.

The burning face of the meadow race (Magner) disappears from the back of his brain in an instant, and Yut moves his gaze as Valtrude points.

That was more of a queue than a crowd. Besides, they line up neatly in two rows, waiting for the order.

It's not just a sight I'm unfamiliar with in the Brewers. It was even harsh, and for some reason, there was something that struck me.

"Don't worry about what you're selling"

"... I have a bad feeling"

Either way, it doesn't begin to stay away.

Avoid queuing and glance at the stalls from across.

The structure is no different from other stalls. Canvas on a wooden frame to create sunshine and a table is placed. On top of it is a line of wooden jocks with thinly shredded ice and wooden spoons, sprayed with syrup-like objects from the gills, handed in turn in exchange for a few copper coins.

Strange thing, a few things happened.

First, ice.

As Yut has managed, there are several means of obtaining ice in this world as well. But I saw no ice behind the stall, and on the contrary, there was no machine to sharpen it.

Also, even though it's not that big, no matter how much you pour on the jock, it doesn't look like there will be no more syrup-like liquid.

And it was blonde and brunette boys and girls who were not even old enough to cut the store up.

"You were slower than I thought, Heavenly Grass Brave"

"Looks like you enjoyed it too. Good, good, good.

…………

"Huh? Why are you here? Regra and Tyrone are good, and there's nothing we shouldn't do."

"... Legra God will have just made the arena. And Ritna is acting only."

Yut finally regains consciousness and tells him to squeeze it out.

Which should be unfortunate or natural, that was more than respect for the Minutes Divine Body (Avatar).

"Zeras God, Truss-Sink God. Why the stall?

"If you insist, it's a stockpile disposal"

To an inquiry from the kneeling Valtrude, Zeras, the god of knowledge, to Eagle Deep. But the core blurs and answers.

Obviously a sales jam, but the people in line say nothing. Should this also be called the glory of God?

"What inventory is it"

"There was a feast in heaven that Fermina tried to open, wasn't there?

On behalf of the Godfather, the Goddess of Death and Magic answers.

After fulfilling the Sun God's Quest. I avoided any trouble and immediately returned to the ground, but did that make this happen?

"At that time, I came to behave because I had too much Nectar."

"That syrup, Kamikaze!

Yut shouted without himself or the world.

If they hand out that stuff, I don't know what's gonna happen later.

"Don't worry, Heavenly Grass Brave. It's diluted properly."

"Bye..."

"I have no addiction or pleasure. At best, the illness will heal."

"Don't worry, I can't judge you subtly..."

In the first place, it shouldn't be something you have to do with inventory disposal. But this is the one who forcibly left when they told me they were having a feast. I couldn't even protest strongly.

"If you say so much, you can try one"

"No, you can't do that"

To the Knowledge God who says it like it's out there, Valtrude clearly puts in a no.

"Well, that's going to disturb the order."

"It's tough."

"That's my family."

A pair of men and women come in from the back of the store. They both have a variety of dishes in their hands, including meat and fish and sausages, with a lovely aroma.

The man is a disappointed physique dwarf. He has a finer mustache than any Dwarf Yut has ever met.

And the woman looked familiar.

"Oh, insignificant, you're trying to draw me into your own camp."

"What's wrong?"

It's not bad. Rather, it would be a natural right, but I don't dress up in a scattered state as much as my kids like.

"Hellenonian God......"

"More than anything in a breathing disaster, Valtrude Istas"

Holy Knight (Paladin) with his knees poked.

Meanwhile, Yut couldn't help but notice the Dwarves accompanying him. Zeras, god of knowledge, Trus-Sink, goddess of death and sorcery, “ever-winning” Helenonia. It's all mixed up in here, it can't be just a dwarf.

Perhaps, no, definitely in Ducommerce Divine Minutes Divine Body.

"Never mind, never mind. We'll do it right here."

Did you notice Yut's gaze? The unexpectedly casual blacksmith god begins to enjoy alcohol and cooking on his own. My pace, but fully acceptable.

But I'll show you the White Knight sword later.

"No, not like I'm gonna show you"

"It's up to you to decide that."

"... Yes"

It has been decided forcefully, but isn't the real victims the Dravaels? And so is Urdan, the dragon engineer.

I never would have imagined that the Lord God of Dwarves would have the opportunity to take a serious look at the work, etc.

"Do, Valtrude Istas. Now that I'm busy educating my niece, nothing else has bothered to get off the ground."

Words pop into Yut's ear that make him such a reality escape, and also make him want to turn away from reality.

"I'll bet you a slot to compete for one thing."

"Whatever you say...? Competition, is it?

Valtrude who responded reflexively.

That's right, too, she had stunningly rounded her eyes more beautiful than those jewels.

"It's an easy fight."

Moving to the back of the store, the Hellenonian God's Minutes Divine Body forms in its center to convey the rules to the faithful Me.

"Give me a knife, let me treat you. If it was convincing, let's admit it."

"Yes, sir."

Ambiguous extreme victory conditions. Nevertheless, Valtrude accepted without questioning.

Incidentally, the shake ice stores of the Knowledge God and his wife are back in business, and this is still due to the power of God, or the gallery was only for the minute divine bodies of Yut and Ducommerce God.

"Select"

Choose the effect of placing the Heavenly Mounted Sword in the sheath and demonizing it without showing any stray.

"You put on an interesting mechanism."

"Helenonia, I couldn't do it without God's help."

"That's fine. If there's one real thing, it's enough."

After that, there are no words, and Ducommerce God sees them as eating into the confrontation between the two.

That was the right choice.

"Divine Power Liberation (Purge)"

A seal designing two long swords floats on the Heavenly Mounted Sword.

At the same time, the spirit (aura) overwhelmed the surroundings from the entire body of Valtrude, and the power of the transcendent was exposed.

I can tell by instinct.

There's an absolute difference in power.

What does it mean to be different?

Horrible.

It's horrible, I can't keep my eyes open.

"Lightning March"

But I didn't see the movement at all.

Exactly, thunder.

Leaving only purple electricity as a remnant, Valtrude, using trump cards, waves his blade down to the God he serves. Destroyed the Unslain Sword Demon, the blade where the hexagen was demonized.

"Brilliant."

Taking that blow, the divine body of the Hellenonian God took it with a thick, long sword.

With the sword of absolute immortality, the Devine Subjugator was wiped out, but thus created.

Except he's poking his knee.

It was only one knee, but it did succumb to its power.

"The troubles and agony I've always felt are gone. It was a brilliant blow. You didn't have to."

"No, I was in a hurry to worry. It just disappeared."

"Then good."

The two - or two pillars - release the sword they were meeting.

Apparently, I was just here to encourage Valtrude, who was in strange shape. Appearances instead were also a pretext to make them serious.

"Did I miss the appearance? It's a shame."

"... it wasn't"

Yut swears to his heart that he will never speak of the seed frame.

"More than that, Ducommerce, you're missing it. The Helix of Despair couldn't have broken it."

"Don't pull it off properly. That's gotta happen."

"Look closely, you're spilling a little blade."

"No, no, no."

"Next thing I know, I have to go to Alsace."

The well-looked after Hellenonian God walked away talking to the Ducommerce God as he was.

Valtrude appears before Yut, who was finally released from tension and exhaled loudly.

"Val, that was amazing."

"Oh. It was the best response of my life. Well, you can't use it in a game..."

Having said that, Valtrude stared into his palm, and did his gaze into the sky, and held his right hand all the way, and opened his mouth.

"Yut, I win. And let's get married again."

"Ugh, yeah. But I don't know what that means?

But I don't get that question.

Valtrude, who simultaneously declared the victory and proposed, turns his heel and runs off to the arena.

He was a yuut who renewed his thought that he would have to win anything while dropping off his leaping beloved wife.