After confirming the matchups for today's duels, I wandered around for a bit with Sana and Sona until the matches began at 09:00 am.
Apparently, they were intrigued by the various food stalls and such that had been set-up around the place all this ti, so I thought I'd let them take a gander as a reward for doing well.
Then, as I let the twins off to do their thing, I decided to watch the matches since I didn't have to go until this afternoon, but it ended up being rather disinteresting before long.
To be honest, I expected a bit more from the tournant's second-half, but I suppose it's because the first day or two still has lucky stragglers from the first-half, so there are bound to be a few anticlimactic matches.
Eventually, however, I laid eyes upon a contestant I hadn't noticed until now.
[―And now! Welcoming the Rising Star of the North! Avon Laura~!]
Listening to the announcer's hyped-up voice, I watched as a tall woman entered the arena; eyes as blue as the grand ocean and as vivid as a sapphire, with hip-long straight hair that matched the colour of pure snow on a winter's eve.
Her suitably cold deanour and frosty visage as she sharply analysed her surroundings gave the impression of a royal majesty, and the unblemished, knightly white armour she donned from head-to-toe only amplified that notion.
That penetrative gaze of hers quickly scanned the entire audience, and before long, t my own.
[All~right! Let's start the duel in three! Two! One! Go~!]
Interrupted by the announcer's shout, the woman broke eye contact and focused on the fight ahead.
Hm~
...I spy a brazen little dog.
Avon Laura, huh?
It was for no longer than a mont, but she flinched upon eting my eyes, didn't she?
「Yes」
Casually, I covered my mouth as I held my face with a hand. The corners of my lips arching, I soon realised what was going on.
...How amusing.
Clang--!!
Splatter-!
"Agh!?"
Fresh blood dripping to the cracked and dehydrated ground below, the ivory knight's relentless blade sliced through the air, splitting flesh and flesh apart with each swing and only the occasional collision of tal to break the combo.
Splatter-!
"Gehk...!"
Spilling copious amounts of bodily fluids, every wave of her arm caused seemingly irreparable damage to the enemy, and like magic, she sohow evaded, with swift and immaculate movents, all of the attempted attacks on her at the sa ti.
"Aaaarrrggghhhh...!"
Clang-!!
Clang-!!
Splatter-!
"Aagh...!"
Whether a contest of strength, technique or skill, the difference between the two was overwhelming in every category.
It was evident that her opponent wouldn't stand a chance right from the beginning.
And soon―
"I-I surrender...!"
The match had ended.
[It's over...! Yet again, the winner is the White Knight of the North, Avon Laura~!]
Barely listening to the announcer fervently begin to talk about the results of the battle, I got up and left the spectator seating area.
This woman, Avon Laura.
She knew .
Or at the very least, she knew who I was, since I don't recall ever eting such a person.
She looked sowhat special the second she entered my sight, but wouldn't you know?
Avon Laura, you're certainly a cheeky one, but don't think I wouldn't notice.
―You've been sent here by the Wardens, haven't you?
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Today was the final day of the Festival of Might, August 15th.
Ever since I had spectated her match on the eighth day, Avon Laura had not yet confronted , despite confirming that I was here.
I knew she wasn't waiting for sothing like reinforcents to arrive―anyone working under the Wardens knows better than anyone else how futile an effort that would be.
What she was waiting for was an opportunity to talk to , one-on-one.
In other words, she aid to be paired against in a duel.
But... man, that's troubling for . Because, well, I was going to fight the Supernatural Ability user from the Order, wasn't I? But now, that position has competition.
My, I didn't realise being popular was so troubling.
However.
I ca up with a rather simple solution to that problem:
[Now, for the fourth ti in Auriga's history! A 1v1v1, free-for-all Finals match with the Top 3 contestants! Are-! You-! Ready--?!]
―If I couldn't fight both of them alone, then I'd fight both of them at once.
By assassinating the other contestant that was supposed to fight today, only three remained―an odd number.
Only three tis had a situation like this occurred before in the 800-year-long existence of the Aurigan Empire.
Not only did this solve the problem of not being able to fight both of them, but it also saved a lot of effort in fighting because the two of them would want to quickly get rid of each other before they finally confront .
Really, am I not a genius?
[First, a newcor who shot through the other competitors like a cot with her unmatched blade; the Northern Knight of Frosty Excellence; Avon Laura enters the field~!]
I watched as Avon Laura walked into the arena with a displeased frown.
Was she irritated by my plan, or was it the unnecessarily flashy title that did her in?
Haha! Didn't expect this, did you? Miss Wardens' dog.
[A veteran warrior originating from our very own Auriga! The man who has held the title of King Conqueror for 7 consecutive years! Entering, the Gluttonous Boar for Glory, Vahara-!]
Then, a man of particularly bulky stature and wearing skimpy animal pelt clothes like an ancient hunter made his way into the arena. At his waist were two abnormally large and jagged daggers that seed sharpened from a dark stone.
This guy... He was the one from the Order who challenged ...?
「Yes」
...It's not a mistake, right?
「No」
Right... It's just...
...I found the image of a man like that using the internet rather unfathomable...
Another interesting thing was that this guy is a higher-up of the Order in so capacity. Though not at the level of an executive, he must at least be so kind of manager.
What an odd character.
[And now, last but certainly not least! Yet another newcor who finishes every match with an ominous smile! The only one to finish every single fight thus far in under a minute! Entering, Sage-!]
Following the cue, I walked through the gate that had just opened in front of , and into the arena, where I was imdiately blinded by the glaring sun's uselessly intense rays of light.
Not only that, but the noise was disorientating, too.
The constant roar of the crowd was deafening, and it rumbling the entire colosseum like a full-sized earthquake greater than any of the previous matches in the past two weeks.
More spectators than people I had ever seen in my life combined.
I suppose it was to be expected.
This was the final match of the Festival of Might, after all, and it took the form of an extraordinarily rare 'free for all' fight too.
One versus one versus one.
The Dog of the Wardens.
The Pig of the Order.
And .
[Here we go~! The finals of this year's Fighter's Championship! The outco will decide the new Champion of Auriga, the King Conqueror!]
Finally, the mont I've been waiting for.
[Start the match-!!]
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