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Welcome to the Impregnable Demon King Castle – Chapter 85

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Translator: Aquilegia

Editor: Weasalopes

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85 -The First Round

「Hmm, I’ll acknowledge it. It appears that you are an excellent Black Sorcerer.」

The opponent, a Wizard, said that while repositioning his glasses.

While saying that he acknowledged it, he looked at me with contempt for some reason.

「But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s inexplicably plain. Piercing someone with the tip of a staff was interesting, but it’s not a technique that can be used twice.」

「Yeah, yeah.」

The partner of the Wizard youth is a muscular Hero.

The Hero just continued nodding after hearing the words of the youth.

「It’s the same with how you teamed up with a Monster, you’re so desperate to stand out. But you know, Lem, I guess you were kicked out from the party because that is not something that can be solved with some ingenuity and effort. I also can’t understand what Sir Aerial is thinking. To think that he invited you to his Party. Well, it’s probably just a joke, there is no idiot that would decline that invitation.」

Ahh, is he Aerial’s fan?

It would be bewildering if the respected 1st rank in the world praised a Black Sorcerer , even if it’s just a little.

It’s such an impossible story that there are people who don’t believe it, even though Aerial himself is the one who talked about it.

Both that Lem is excellent and also that there is someone who would decline his invitation.

「I have also understood the ability of your partner. Lem, sorry but you will be eliminated here.」

Then, the match started.

「Ugh!」

Because Berith’s great technique is powerful, it takes time and its movement is not fast.

If she aimed for the technique to be both big and fast, it’ll become magic that lacks crucial power.

That’s fine this time.

The Wizard and Hero who were standing side by side are separated by a silver wall that gradually rose to divide the field into two.

The wall is thin and brittle, but that’s not a problem.

We are planning to settle the match before they can realize that.

The Hero and Berith, me and the Wizard are facing each other.

The appearance of the wall and my sprint were done at almost the same time.

「A Black Sorcerer rushing forward? Don’t screw with me!」

Refined Magical Energy gathered at the tip of his staff and a fireball was fired.

It’s on a trajectory that’ll hit my torso directly.

But, there are things that most people don’t know about me.

First of all, my body was trained by my master.

And recently, Furcus had given me intensive and valuable training.

Because Black Sorcerers don’t have the Aptitude needed, they can’t move that well. After all, they are a support member, so they can only do the minimum level of movement.

That kind of image must have been applied to me as well.

That’s why he is surprised.

I jumped in a posture that made me jump forward, rolled one time on the ground like a ball, and then resumed sprinting with the same energy.

I dodged the fireball by diving below it.

「I’m desperate. Aren’t you the same?」

「Ku…!」

He prepared to cast the magic again, but it couldn’t be done.

That’s because his staff and the right hand that was holding it fell onto the floor.

There was a dry thud.

「Eh?」

His arm was cut off.

By my staff. No. Actually, to be exact-

「A, a sword staff…?!」

Yeah. The handle of the staff is a hilt and the tip is a blade.

It has the functions of a staff, but it concealed its function as a scabbard.

Wizard is a versatile Job that can activate various kinds of magic, but their body is often fragile.

Most of them cannot use White Magic and Black Magic.

My sword was able to cut through him without any problems.

Of course, I was also using all sorts of Black Magic.

「Wha-eh? Your movements just now…and also, magic…you, what’s going on-」

The Wizard, whose body was cut diagonally, left the field.

Certainly, what he was saying is not wrong.

It is certain that the carelessness of those who did not know Berith made it easier for us to pass the qualifying round.

The fact that our opponents don’t know about us can be advantageous.

Taking advantage of their lack of knowledge about my movements and staff mechanism, I used it in the short-term battle.

The movements of the Hero stopped for a moment when his partner left the field.

Now’s the time.

My Black Magic and Berith’s Attack Magic are cast at the same time.

This time, silver was created from the floor on all four sides of the Hero so as to surround him with arms and each of it was so big to the point that I wanted to call it a fist of a giant.

Just like that, the fists fell toward the well-built Hero.

As he was agitated by his partner’s premature exit, he received the first attack while still defenseless. The second attack sank his foot to the floor, he tried to resist the third attack, but then the fourth attack came down.

The opponent left the field by a series of silver fists dropping after another on top of him.

「Th-the winner, Lem and Berith pair!」

Along with the voice of the commentator, cheers rise from a part of the audience seats, around where everyone from the Demon King Castle is seated.

However, a lot of the other spectators seem to be bewildered. Some of them are surprised.

No…not yet.

We are still in the preparation stage.

I don’t have the easy-to-understand charm that can make people suddenly popular even though they suddenly appeared.

And Berith is an unidentifiable Monster.

The audience still can’t get over our battle.

But now the groundwork has been completed.

Lem seems to be doing something different than when he was an Adventurer and Berith seems to prefer showy attacks.

It can’t be helped that the cards in my hand are steadily decreasing.

As long as the impact of the first impression is important, I should use the cards that can be used.

The surprise of seeing the unconventional actions of a Black Sorcerer holding a sword and picking a close-distance fight must have delayed the response of the Wizard.

Such an effect cannot be expected from the second time onward. Unless the opponent didn’t even try to know about the match of the opponent that they might fight against.

On the way back to the waiting room, Berith murmured quietly.

「I wonder…if it’s going well.」

Our purpose this time is not just to win.

Proof that she can make the audience feel excited is also needed.

It’s not just about winning.

「By the time you win, everyone won’t be able to take their eyes off of you.」

「…Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I have to feel like I can fascinate them.」

「Yeah, let’s do our best next time as well.」

We broke through the first round.

Similarly, Philip and Furcus also advanced to the second round.

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