713 711 Moldred and watching the game (1/2)
Corberto seemed okay, so we decided to go back to the game. Playing the game are a man named Aberb, a Rank B adventurer, and a Demitris stream gatekeeper.
This Aberb, apparently, is a magical swordsman. In melee, he uses a simulator, and in distance, he uses water and poison magic.
Listening to the commentary, he said what an apprentice Ayworth is. I see, you don't like the way you fight. Besides, he doesn't seem to have the personality.
Poisoned opponents are stuck with a weak attack. But I'm sure it's strong.
'Personality sucks, but movement is sophisticated. Besides, the Apostle of Ayworth means...'
(Might use poison)
'Oh, we need to be careful there, too. Though I can think of a few things like restraining them from using item bags'
(This time it won't fail)
Moldred was prevented from traction by junction stones and such. I hear Fran thinks of the measures a lot.
”Fran, it was brilliant”
”Moldred? Can we move now?
”Oh, my God.”
It was Moldred, who had fought furiously with Fran until earlier, who had spoken out in anticipation of the game being over.
Though the footsteps are somewhat unbound, it seems possible to move.
There is no remorse or anger in that face, but a refreshing smile.
”Sorry about the last time.”
”Lava? But Moldred was fine, wasn't he?
”I used the technique of increasing my resistance to soluble iron before the game. Even if my consciousness is gone, the magic I once granted will last until the effect time. But that's like continuing to attack even after winning or losing. It was a violation of manners.”
That said, I bow my head deeply. He is a disciplined man.
”Okay. Accept Apology”
”Thanks”
”Instead, I'd like to hear a few words”
”That's good. Ask me anything.”
”About the game earlier. First of all...”
Fran hits Moldred with questions about the game haul. Moldred, too, answers me nicely around there.
Apparently it's fun for him to have something to teach Fran. He is a good looking after man.
That's not how I can talk to a veteran, and this would be a very good opportunity.
Skilled match content is shown up close, and the match is looked back at with the person. It was going to be a huge experience for Fran to be able to fight Moldred here.
The retrospective of the franc vs. moldred battle, which spans dozens, is over and now replaces the analysis of the other contestants' battles.
”If you're Moldred, how do you fight Aberb earlier?
”If you're the person with less information, take the distance first. You'll see the gap, mainly in melting iron magic.”
”I see.”
”Or, if you're confident, you can bring it in close range. In Fran's case, the battle with the sword would be advantageous. Then you can get close before you get worked up.”
The words of Mordred, who caught up with Fran by that handyman, are heavy.
”I think he's actually releasing poison magic in a shorter chant.”
”How do you know?
”I shot poisonous magic at a faster time than normal just once. You must have panicked at the other guy's bullet-preparedness rush. I can't imagine being fast just by chance once.”
”Are you trying to make other contestants think their chanting shortening skills aren't a big deal?
”I think so”
Just listen to Moldred's analysis, it's all kinds of interesting.
That's how I was thrilled, but my men came under Moldred. Fran has completely forgotten, but he's a man he's met face to face on a ship escort request before.
Even against Fran, who beat Moldred, I can see that he's being respectful. I guess Moldred's education is good.
Apparently, something happened.
”Is it that time already?”
”Ugly.”
”Okay, I'll go. It was a meaningful time. Let's talk about magic next time.”
”Mm-hmm. Thanks. I had fun, too.”
”Oh.”
That's how I became alone, and someone approached Fran, who moffled out Ursi, again.
”Um, Fran, sister”
”Hmm? Caitley, Nilfe too”
”Hello...”