After winning the match, Fran walked back to the waiting room sluggishly.

『Fran, you okay?』

「Nn…」

By dodging and using Physical Attack Nullification skill, we took very little damage from our opponent this time.

Both me and Sibylla also used quite a lot of telekinesis during the fight, but it canceled out each other and wasn’t quite effective.

I’m pretty sure that Sibylla has the Split Thinking skill too. After all, during our fight, she was able to keep on attacking us precisely with her telekinesis. Well, it’s not that bad considering that we were able to neutralize it.

Although Fran did not suffer any major injuries, she had used Brilliant Lightning Rush and wielded the divine attribute for quite a long duration. Because of this, she got a little worn out.

She frowns at the pain that makes her whole body ache. Using Heal doesn’t seem to do much to relief her fatigue. I wonder if a night’s sleep would suffice.

I could see where her Heaven’s Judgement is going, but still, the backlash of using the divine attribute is still too much. I hope we can find another way to use it next time…

Fran looks a little unhappy as she bit her lips, and it seems it’s not because of her weariness.

『What’s wrong?』

(She gave away the win)

『Aah―』

Sibylla was certainly going to do something at the end, but she decided to stop. It was already as if she didn’t want to expose her secret technique to the public rather than she had run out of strength.

If they were really spies for Raidos, that certainly can’t be helped. But to Fran, Sibylla seems to gave away the win.

『It’s surely been a serious fight, but this is just a match. She probably thought it wasn’t a good time to use her secret technique. Even we have technique that we don’t want it to get exposed to public, right?』

I’m not planning of using Potential Release or Skill Taker in this martial arts tournament. That being said, the worst that can happen is that we lose the match.

「Nn…」

『Well, we won with neither of us using our secret technique, so let’s be happy about that』

Sibylla was even more of a battle junkie than Fran. She must be very frustrated right now.

As Fran realized that, she smiled softly.

「Nn」

『More importantly, we need to get ready for the next fight』

The next fight is match between Eihwaz’s disciple, Abbab vs Guildmaster Diaz

「Fuuh」

We returned to the spectator seats and Fran sits down in her chair as if she is sinking. As expected, she’s still a bit exhausted.

『Fran, we can go back and sleep if you’re still tired』

「I’m fine」

Her face is smeared with fatigue, but her eyes are blazing. Perhaps her excitement from her previous fight has not yet subsided. It was just right after we fought Sibylla with her adrenaline in full swing after all.

『For now, do you want to eat something?』

「Curry, the spiciest one」

It’s a bit of a difficult food to eat in a place like this, but it doesn’t matter now. About the smell, I can just disperse it with my wind magic. I then took a large bowl of curry out of my storage under the pretense that Fran had taken it out.

But still, for her to want the spicy one, that’s rare.

「Hmm, it’s starting」

As Fran muttered, the second match was just about to begin below. She stared at the stage with serious eyes while steadily scooping the spicy curry into her mouth.

Abbab was a slim man with black hair and skin as white as a dead man. He faces Diaz with his scimitar at the ready. But for him to grin and smiling sarcastically while facing a powerful opponent, was it a sign of his confidence?

「Dragon Tripper, Diaz-sama. I have always wanted to fight you once」

「That’s an honor, but why?」

「For me to get a chance to bring down and humiliate the one whom that tyrant master approves of! Hihihihi! Just thinking about it makes me all tingly!」

「That smile of yours looks just like that idiot」

「Hihihi! I’ll melt your smug face into pulp! Besides, there’s another reason I wanted to fight you!」

「Hou? And what’s that?」

「Kukuku. Among all of my master’s former companions, you’re the only one that I seem to have a chance to beat!」

The creep― I mean, Abbab, then took out a test tube from his pocket.