The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

most bad enough to kill your enemies, you know?”

 

“The blast needs to be squeezed out of my vocal cords, sir.”

 

Sounds like that special technique is going to kill her own voice as well.

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, but she sure acts in a lot of ways that are beyond the scope of a Familiar’s permission.

My Appraisal Glasses didn’t show any difference, though.  Could it have been an oversight in our Contract?

I’ll remember to find some other analysis spells for this.
Not that there’s a problem with it, since they USUALLY don’t result in injuries, but I am a little curious.

 

“Well, all things considered, that special technique was pretty awesome.
Maybe you could use that to attack the Ox’s weak points or something?”

 

“I know, right?! I was sure that you would’ve loved to see it at least once, Master! And you even praised me! Hehehe!”

 

Shit.

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That was her plan all along? Reveal the technique so that I would praise it?

The sloppy, potentially dangerous showcase, just to test out a new way to get me to praise her?

 

I cast a recovery spell on myself and held Leon up in my arms again.
At the same time, I felt someone approaching from behind.

 

“I’ve only seen her from afar, but… this is quite an impressive Familiar you have here, isn’t she?”

 

“She must have caused quite a disturbance.
Apologies on her behalf.”

 

I bowed my head, the man responded with a smirk.

Who could he be? I’ve never seen him on this block before… oh, but from his characteristic ears and aura, I can tell that he’s an Elf.

Other than those, he looks like a simple man, wearing modest clothes not quite suited for the big city.

Oh, wait, he’s got black hair and eyes.
Only Bright comes to mind when it comes to this color combo… never thought there’d be an Elf with the same look.

Wait, no… I might’ve seen him before… or to be exact, I recognize his voice, but not his handsome face.

Maybe we’ve talked back at Sodom, when I was working part-time advertising the massage place?

 

“No, don’t worry about it – see, the head of my village just up and told us ‘come here and win,’ so here we are.
We were getting really bored, but then you came along and helped us feel a bit motivated, so thanks for that.”

 

“You’re welcome, I guess… Are you the one who will be facing us in the fourth round, then?”

 

“Hmm, if all goes well, we’ll meet in the fifth round, probably.
I’m sure it’ll be some good distraction before fighting Lylia… Hehehe…”

 

Heh, someone’s confident.

And as I expected, he seems to know Lylia, too.
I guess that’s only reasonable, what with her being so famous.

Wait, he just said ‘fifth’ round, right? That means he’s potentially our opponent in the semi-finals.

 

“I sure hope it will be a decent challenge for us… and by that, I mean for my Familiar, of course.”

 

It seems that he’s trying to provoke us – classic strategy right there.
But we aren’t about to play into his game.

…Because Pochi’s preoccupied, starting at the tournament chart to contain her excitement for the fourth round.

 

Hmm? The guy doesn’t seem all that strong, relatively speaking.
Mage, level around 130…

…Could this mean that his Familiar has been doing most of the fighting? 

It’s not something for me to say out loud, but I can really tell that he’s quite a pain in the ass, in one way or another.

That’s apparent from even the way he talks.

 

“We’ll be seeing you in the semifinals, then.”

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“Ah, yes, of course- oh, wait, what’s your name- annnddd… he’s gone.”

 

Well, guess I’ll find out later.

Although the guy was pretty casual about it, he approached us probably because he’d seen Pochi’s abilities and could tell that she could fight, so we’ll have to be ready for whatever he’ll dish out.

 

“Ooh? Ass-lee?”

 

“Oh, no, it’s nothing.
Nothing at all, Leole~~”

 

“Poc-chie~~”

 

Leon pointed his fingers in Pochi’s direction.
I can’t tell if he’s trying to direct me there.

Is there something wrong? She’s just sitting there, staring at the tournament chart.

Could she have found some curious names in there? That, or the identity of the Elf I’ve talked with just now?

 

“Master?”

 

As I approached Pochi, she called out to me without turning around.

 

“What’s up, Shiro?”

 

“Look at this spot in this block, sir – there’s a name that really… catches my eye.”

 

I looked at the match results that Pochi was pointing at.

 

“Huh, they won against the defending champion in round three.
That’s awesome.”

 

“See the name written below here, sir?”

 

I looked down with just my eyes, as if tracing a ladder lottery, and read the name…

 

“……This is bad.”

 

“…VERY bad, sir.”

 

…It’s Tūs.