6kv Chapter 609: I Think They're Fighting Seriously
Chapter 609: I Think They're Fighting Seriously
The Yoblin merely accepted her loss with a nod and the announcer asked for her to send in the next combat slave of her team.
She looked at her four remaining slaves for a moment before pointing to one of them and gesturing to the stage.
The female Mahun slave nodded, hefting her longsword that she held at her side to ascend to the stage.
Lisa turned to give me a look and I gave her a small nod.
She gave me a pouty face, probably unsatisfied that she had to pretend to lose to the Yoblin's slave but obeyed with my decision.
The announcer called for the start of the match and Lisa immediately started to chant again.
The new slave obviously already knew what her attack pattern was like from the previous match and immediately tried to close the distance instead of fighting defensively like the first one did.
Lisa acted like she was panicking and shot the first [Ember] at her opponent who deftly avoided it without much effort.
The Mahun then brought her sword down in an overhead slash, narrowly missing Lisa by mere inches as it smashed into the ground when she rolled away to avoid it.
She tried to chant to cast another spell again but her opponent was not giving her the space to do so as she swung her sword towards Lisa again to interrupt her.
I know that Lisa keeps several hidden weapons on her so she could easily take them out to defend herself against the blade fairly easily. The fact that she wasn't doing that meant she was already setting herself up to lose.
Lisa stopped her chanting to roll away again before trying once more to cast a spell, this time successfully materialising the small ball of fire to shoot towards her opponent.
The Mahun slave used her sword to cut down the spell before lunging forward to smash the hilt of her sword into Lisa's abdomen, sending my Infrid flying out of the arena.
Of course, I was there to catch her in my arms before she hit the floor, the Infrid beaming at me when she saw me.
"Ehehehe~ If I knew I get to be caught like this, I wouldn't have minded it from the start~"
I rolled my eyes, "Yes, yes. Are you hurt?"
She patted her abdomen, "Hmm... I think the enchantment hea-- Ah wait... Unnghhh! It hurts, Mistress! I need some healing here! Could I humbly request my beloved Mistress to treat this little slave with a little bit of your love?"
My response was giving her a flick on her forehead before setting her down.
No, no, this isn't just me being too shy, ok? The competition is still going on after all!
"Team sixty, you need to choose who will be replacing the slave that had lost the fight and how many you will be sending up as well."
Oh right.
Umm... The opponent is using a longsword to fight so...
"Delmare."
My Siren seemed to be surprised that I chose her but she gave me a slight bow before proceeding up the steps to enter the arena.
She unsheathed the rapier on her waist and stood in front of her opponent with a confident poise.
According to our arrangement, Delmare should be winning this round.
Hmm... Maybe they got tired of cheering?
Right, for the next round, Delmare should be losing to their next fighter.
The Yoblin nodded at a Nekomata who ascended onto the stage, her bow gripped firmly in her hands.
Alright, if it all goes according to plan, Delmare should just act like she's struggling a little with the new opponent before being defeated.
The announcer started the third round once he confirmed both sides were ready.
Now let's see how--
The Nekomata shot her bow faster than Delmare could react, the arrow embedding itself in her chest.
A split second later, Delmare stood outside the arena, looking quite confused.
Huh... Seems like that Nekomata has some skill.
The arena that had been silent when Delmare won her match suddenly erupted into cheers.
"Yes! That's what I'm talking about! I have three hundred Creas riding on this!!"
"I've bet five hundred Creas on them! They better win!"
"Beat those maids!"
Bastards... I should have known that they were only cheering for the team they bet on and not because of the level of skill the participants showed.
Delmare turned to look at me with upturned eyes while holding onto her notebook with the words she had scribbled.
'Sorry, Aster...'
She even drew a sad face at the end too.
Waaahh!! What do you need to be sorry for?! You're so cute!! Come here and let me head pat you!! You're just too cute!!
"Ahem... Umm... Team sixty? You need to call up someone else for the next round..."
Eh? Oh right... I almost forgot that the tournament was still ongoing.
Err... I guess...
"Odeta."
The Amrap punched her fists together with glee before leaping onto the stage, causing the arena to shake slightly from the impact alone.
Looking at the Nekomata slave, it doesn't look like she was intending to lose this round so I have a sneaking suspicion that the Yoblin either neglected to tell her slaves about our agreement or she found no need to do so.
Now I'm wondering if Odeta would be alright with this opponent.
Maybe I should have sent Katsuki instead?
Ugh... I guess it's too late to switch now...