NOVEL NEXT Chapter 2.1
Stage 1-2. The Heavy Emotions Of The Loyal Female Knight
“Ouga-sama, I shall make the preparations. Could you please wait for a moment?”
“I have everything you need here. Don’t worry about it.”
“No, I’d prefer you wait. I want to show you my skills.”
I see. I’ve heard that one’s skill can be gauged by the proficiency with their weapon.
Perhaps Chris is bringing her weapons to me to test them.
Honestly, I don’t know much about the quality of weapons, but something wielded by someone as skilled as her must be top-tier.
“Very well. But I don’t intend to stay long, so keep it brief.”
“Understood.”
With those words, she leaves the room.
As soon as her footsteps fade, I slump back into the chair.
“…Heh. Hahaha.”
Everything went perfectly!
Now she’ll be mine for life.
Justice? She can exercise that to her heart’s content.
But when the man she trusts beside her is revealed as the greatest evil, I wonder what face Chris will make.
Just imagining it… Heh, it’s thrilling.
But that’s not the only reason I’m pulling Chris in. This arena, where all this gambling takes place, is still growing.
Becoming its owner could bring in immense profits.
With her, the current number one who detests match-fixing, out of the way, the manager will have an easier time.
Once I negotiate her price with the manager, including future contracts, it’ll all be set.
Ah, truly, I’m a genius…!
The goddess herself must be urging me to become the Great Evil King!
I stifle the laughter I can’t contain and wait for Chris to return.
Waiting. Waiting. …Still waiting.
“…She’s taking quite a while, isn’t she?”
Is she hesitating?
Honestly, I’ve already decided to hire her, so it doesn’t matter what weapon she brings… But whatever.
I’ll go fetch her myself.
I’m in a good mood, after all.
As I reach for the door handle, the door on the other side swings open.
“My apologies for the delay, Ouga-sama. …Have I kept you waiting too long?”
“No, not at all. But let me see your skills now, Chris.”
“Of course. Please, follow me.”
What? She came empty-handed? Didn’t bring the weapon?
Perhaps it’s such a large weapon she couldn’t carry it here. That would make sense; a large weapon can easily display strength.
I follow Chris. She stops in front of the arena, which should be lively with matches at this hour.
“…Here?”
“Yes. The purge is complete, so please have a look.”
…Purge?
Before I can voice my confusion, Chris opens the door.
What enters my vision is a mountain of corpses. Not just the fighters, but the spectators have joined the pile.
At the top of the heap is the manager, who was just chatting with me earlier.
…Wait!? Are they all dead!?
“Ch-Chris, what is this…?”
“Yes. I wanted to show you my justice and skill right away, so I executed it.”