I won all my matches easily and proceeded to the finals.
Even for me, Hiding Magic <Najira> has a large power consumption and I had to leave it permanently on but all my opponents were even smaller fry than Kurt so my average match times were less than 3 seconds. Due to this, I didn’t have to worry about exhausting my magic power.
“I have confirmed the destruction of Noiria’s sword. The victor is Arnos Voldigod.”
Cheers came from one corner of the auditorium where my fan union and the white clothes have gathered while a different commotion was coming from elsewhere.
“Seriously…….again…….another one defeated…….”
“He’s got to the finals unhurt……..? It’s a strength you wouldn’t expect from a mixed-race……”
“Then all we can do is trust in the demon sword saint.”
“Aah, Ray Grandori also has flawless victories. I’m sure he will meet our expectations.”
I headed back to the waiting room with the words of the royal faction lingering behind me.
Misa is waiting for me.
“Are you going now?”
“Aah. Straight after I talk to my parents.”
I then leave the waiting room and head to the auditorium bumping into my father on the way.
“Aah Arnos. Father has to go to work now but I’ll definitely come to watch you tomorrow.”
“If you’re busy don’t worry about it. There’s the magic broadcast as well.”
The demon sword tournament is being broadcast across Deiruheido with Remote Clairvoyance <Rimnet>.
The equipment to broadcast it has spread to about 50% of Deiruheido so quite a few people can now watch it and that is one of the reasons the royal factions don’t want me winning.
“Don’t worry. This is your big moment. Even if I’m busy I’ll still come watch you.”
My father slaps me on the shoulder.
“……Uh……..!”
He probably forgot he was injured.
He really overworked himself.
I heal my father’s injuries with Healing <Ento>.
“How’s that?”
“O…..Oooh I’m healed! As expected from Arnos. There’s no pain at all no matter how much I move!”
My father makes some useless movement back and forward and side to side and—
“Uoohh….!!”
He stumbled and hit his head against the wall. My father crouches down cradling his head.
“Ugugu….sorry. Healing once more please…..”
“It’ll heal even if I leave it.”
The spell should still be active. It doesn’t require using again.
“…..Oh. It really did heal.”
My father stands up.
“See you.”
Shaking my hand my father runs away quickly.
“Sorry your father is so busy. He’s overworked but he still made time to come see you.”
My mother comes over to me while speaking.
“What’s father working on right now?”
“Your father told me to keep it a secret.”
My mother laughs while smiling sweetly.
“It was impossible for your father to forge a Kongo iron sword at our house so he went and bowed his head to an acquaintance and borrowed their faculties. He’s working to pay them back now.”
I see. So that’s why he’s not been at home recently.
“Arnos-chan is clever so you surely didn’t want to trouble us to buy you a sword. We didn’t want that to stop you so your dad made you a sword.”
Fumu. I’ve been completely misunderstood.
If I win the tournament should I say it was thanks to my father’s sword?
“It’s a secret that mother told you though okay.”
“Understood. I’m done for today so I’m going home.”
“Eh? Aren’t you going to watch the rest of the matches Arnos-chan?”
“I’ve got something to take care of. Ray will win anyway.”
“I see. If you’ve got something to do, do you want me to look after your sword?”
My mother tries to take my Kongo iron sword.
“It’s not really a problem to keep it.”
“But it’s heavy. Arnos-chan needs to rest for tomorrow.”
She forcibly takes my sword.
“It’s okay. Without this sword, Arnos-chan can’t participate in the finals tomorrow. Mother will protect this sword at all costs.”
