CH 62

After a couple of matches, Saraswati turn was finally approaching.

'Don't worry, If you keep up your usual performance, you're going to win."

Saraswati was still very restless, holding and opening her hands, shaking her head, or talking too much to cover up her agitation.

Saraswati, who had been completely unsettled since a while ago, made me feel uneasy.

Saraswati was not at all at ease, and I felt uneasy watching her.

But that's a secret, so you want to keep it under wraps.

That's the best way to put it. But if the enemy is skilled, I can't say that. As a result, as long as you win, it doesn't matter which method you choose.

Saraswati is strong enough to defeat me once in every three mock battles.

Well, if she uses magic, she won't lose once in a hundred times, but that's a different story.

Anyway, I think she worries too much.

I hope I can somehow relieve this tension.

'The fifth match of the preliminary round will begin in 30 minutes. Players who will participate in the tournament, please come to the waiting room."

"Ah."

Sarasvati's voice overlaps with hers in response to the announcement. During this time, Lucy was eagerly chewing on a spit-roast. Genius says, '------ my body, if I don't eat, it won't work.

Is it fuel-efficient, or does it need a lot of energy to cover the genius's momentum?

Gluttonous character. A genius, fast-paced, quiet, and a sister. How many attributes are you going to add?

"I'm off."

Saraswati staggers to her feet and sighs at the stares of those around her. Since Lucy and I had just won so spectacularly, Sarasvati was getting a lot of attention as the other one of the trio. I guess that's stressful too.

I know it's too late to say this, but I feel a little sorry for what I did.

Is there anything I can do to at least ease the stress a little? So, I made a proposal.

" I will follow you to the waiting room.'

"No, I don't need that.'"

No, no, no. No problem. Lucy's coming, too, right?

When I turned around with the pressure behind my smile, the genius was chewing on a skewer with a mouthful of moo goo.

'------ hoihon, hifu (of course, we' ll go.)'

"Either eat or talk."

I warned Lucy, and she concentrated on eating. She seemed to be willing to go with us, though, and walked after us as we got up.

"Well, let's go."

As the three of us moved, the eyes of the nobles around us shifted.

I wondered, "Why do they want to talk to us? Shouldn't they usually tell Mr. Schneizel?"

'I don't know. I and I don't care."

Is she so anxious that she doesn't care about the nobleman's invitation?

No, but it still doesn't matter. It's the duke's eldest daughter, isn't it?

That's true too."

This time, we exit the guest of honor's seat with no one holding us back.

He was probably told to escort us.

Lucy didn't see it as a problem either, so I guess it was okay to leave him alone.

So we moved through the arena on foot, heading for the waiting room.

Again, Lucy and I attracted a lot of attention, and some civilians came up to us, but when we told them that we were in a hurry to get to the waiting room, they cleared the way for us like spiders scattering.

We are aristocrats, so no one bothers to follow us persistently after that.

We continued on our way carefully so as not to get lost in the complicated path, and the three of us arrived right in front of the antechamber...

No way. I really can't do it. It hurts and I'll lose. And I'm scared.

A boy with blond hair was sitting in front of the entrance door, fidgeting, and we couldn't get in.

"Hey, you're in my way. Get out of the way'".

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm moving now, forgive me. ------"

The blonde boy was hurriedly moved by Saraswati. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good idea of what you are looking for. I had a sense of déjà vu about his appearance, even though I shouldn't have.

What is it? He looks so familiar, he sounds so familiar.

A blonde-haired boy moving hurriedly after Saraswati yells at him. At first glance, he looked whiny and vulnerable, I've never met a boy like him. I had a sense of déjà vu about his appearance, even though I shouldn't have.

So I don't think this girl is...

------ hmm."

Lucy, who had just truncated her own match as boring, looked at the boy and showed slight interest.

The boy who is weak, but has the strength to meet the glasses of the strongest genius, and yet I know him?

There's only one boy like that!

"Leh, ah."

Raymond von Eisenburg. I was just about to say the name aloud, when I hurriedly shut my mouth.

I had said unnecessary words at the time of the Evil cult of Ulgor and at the time of Crescencia, and had made things worse.

I would not make the same mistake again. I had never met this boy, Raymond.

I didn't know that Raymond was the last and best pupil of Gardias, or that he had acquired a level of strength that was not as good as the protagonist or Schneizel, but close, or that he was a crybaby and a coward, and that he could handle an incredibly strong spear.

I don't care i

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, that's not what I'm thinking... , , hey!

"What?"

'No,, I mean..."

Saraswati is going to be in the match with Raymond?

If she's not good enough, she could lose.